Chapter 1138 - 843: The Final Task_2

Bi Yanling did not react.

Weng Pinting’s gaze shifted, surveying the room.

Theoretically, today’s purpose has been achieved. This long report has already stated that the attacks against Bi Yanling have all ended.

And with so many students’ videos as evidence, public opinion is destined to not be suppressed. All the reviewing professors present are naturally pulled into Weng Pinting’s camp.

But at this moment, Weng Pinting suddenly remembered the instructions from Nan Zhubin before coming today.

After pondering, Weng Pinting continued switching the PPT.

"Besides these data and chart materials, I unexpectedly collected some audio evidence. It likely reflects the nature of Bi Yanling’s ’teacher’ daily research behavior, serving as today’s conclusion."

She pressed the mouse, and an audio file with an inserted link began to play slowly.

The conference room quieted down, and a slight background noise emitted from the speakers.

Then a voice started — Bi Yanling’s voice.

["Put that experiment aside for now; I have an application to fill out. Run the data again. I saw last week’s results, and they don’t work—what’s wrong with you, didn’t I teach you the same thing before? You’re still using the same logic. Look for yourself, here, here, and here, what did you write in the conclusion section? This project is important to me, and to you too—do you still want to graduate?"]

The first segment finished playing, followed by the second.

["Have you finished organizing the draft of the third Chapter? I said I’d review it today—still not done? When did you become this slow? The previous book was the same, and now you’re telling me this—pause your experiment a bit, graduation is not urgent."]

Third segment.

["Pause your topic for a moment. I have a few projects that need to be concluded here. Help me organize these materials first, and I’ll arrange the next steps for you... The direction you’re working on now can’t be decided by me alone..."]

Fourth segment.

["You did well; this result is usable. But you see, regarding the final author name arrangement here, I’m considering how the order would be better—if your name is placed first, even though I’m the corresponding author, the overall framework doesn’t seem stable enough. It’s not that I don’t recognize you, but considering the subsequent publication and project completion, the order needs some planning. Handle it this way for this time; I’ll prioritize your name for the next project..."]

End of the four segments, marking four time points.

The first three segments respectively threaten students with graduation to write materials for her, delay student graduation to organize book drafts for her, and postpone student experiment progress to work on her projects.

Weng Pinting didn’t express it clearly, but everyone present could hear it.

As for the fourth segment, there’s no need to elaborate.

"Due to time constraints, I’ve extracted parts of the recordings. But the original audio files are unedited. If..."

Weng Pinting was interrupted.

She finally got interrupted once.

"...Where did you record it..."

From the beginning, Bi Yanling, who was silent, now flushed with anger, her voice sharp.

"...When did you record it? On what grounds did you record these things?"

It proves that physically using volume to interrupt others’ speech truly is the simplest, most straightforward, and effective method.

Bi Yanling trembled all over, lunging forward suddenly, but the conference table in front of her firmly pressed against her abdomen, forcing her back into the seat.

She felt as if the world was spinning; this dignified, highly popular associate professor in the academy now screamed at the stage’s calm Weng Pinting like a shrew.

"You wanted to deal with me since long ago, didn’t you? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have recorded these; where did I offend you?! "

"What do you mean I bullied people from your topic group? You wanted to deal with me, my husband, and our resources in hand, didn’t you?!"

"You schemed against us!!"

"Is there a traitor from my topic group in your group? Who is it? Who exactly is it!"

"Who? Who? Who? Who? Who??!!!"

...

The ear-piercing voice scraped across everyone’s nerves like glass; trembling and panic wouldn’t seem strange under such circumstances.

Jie Nianzhou sat amongst the crowd below but appeared out of place precisely because he showed no reaction.

His hand was in his coat pocket, fingers tightening inside, muscles throughout his body also tensing along.

Theoretically, there was no need for Jie Nianzhou to be present today; this opening report had nothing to do with him. But at this moment, with clenched hands, he seemed intent on making some decision, which explained his presence here.

"Who... Who? Who? Who? Who..."

Bi Yanling’s voice started to weaken, turning from sustained high-frequency tremors into intermittent sobs.

Jie Nianzhou took a deep breath, his body leaning forward suddenly, even his thighs subtly exerting force, lifting his buttocks from the seat.

But the next second, he sat back down.

This set of actions was repeated three times by Jie Nianzhou, appearing unusually comical.

Then, Jie Nianzhou’s entire body relaxed.

His body leaned back against the chair, presenting an air of despondency. It was at this point he seemed to sense something, looking towards a certain direction.

His gaze met Nan Zhubin’s.

It seemed Nan Zhubin had been watching Jie Nianzhou for a long time, observing every bit of his recent indecision.

Jie Nianzhou subconsciously wanted to look away but couldn’t help meeting Nan Zhubin’s gaze.

Because he found Nan Zhubin’s eyes completely different from what he imagined.

He was Nan Zhubin’s visitor, and Nan Zhubin was his consultant.

So, Jie Nianzhou originally thought he would see some inclination towards action in Nan Zhubin’s eyes, such as encouragement, such as support, or at least a "you can do it" confirmation.

But in reality, Nan Zhubin’s gaze fell calmly on Jie Nianzhou’s face, and that was all.

No emotion, no instructions given.

Jie Nianzhou stared into those eyes, probably silent for three breaths, or perhaps five breaths. Then he got up and walked towards the back door of the lecture room.

...

Nan Zhubin followed him; Jie Nianzhou clearly knew he was there.

After taking three or four steps down the corridor, he unsurprisingly saw Jie Nianzhou leaning against the wall.

Nan Zhubin stood beside Jie Nianzhou, scrutinizing his slack shoulders.

The lights in the corridor were of a colder white, casting on Jie Nianzhou’s face, outlining every shadow. Nan Zhubin didn’t speak first; after a long while, Jie Nianzhou slowly squeezed out his first sentence: "...I almost stood up just now."

Nan Zhubin didn’t respond.

"I thought I would stand up." Jie Nianzhou said, "I even tried several times. You should have seen it; I tried several times."

This time, Nan Zhubin nodded: "Yes, I saw."

"I feel I should stand out. I feel she should see me. Because those recordings were provided by me, I should stand there, be accountable, regardless of whom it’s to..."

Jie Nianzhou pulled his hand from his pocket: "But in the end, I didn’t stand out; instead, I ran out."

"Just a moment ago, I thought a lot—thinking if I do this, it would indeed harm the teacher, but if I can’t overthrow her, what about my future? Even if I can overthrow her, will the academy have some opinion about me, or even our topic group as a result? Will we completely lose the chance to graduate in the future?"

Having said this, Jie Nianzhou closed his mouth, looking at Nan Zhubin expectantly.

A noise arose again in the classroom beside them, sounding like Weng Pinting was continuing to verbally thrash Bi Yanling.

And outside the classroom, Nan Zhubin felt it was time to complete his work for the day too.