Chapter 115: The Scene of a Slap in the Face, Part 2

"Old Xie is awesome! Sister Qing is awesome!" The classmates of Class Three burst into cheers.

Xie Mingming coughed lightly, feeling a strange warmth creeping up his face. He waved his hand, "Quiet down, stop making noise."

Shen Qing and Nie Huan, both of whom were the type of cool-headed leaders, always kept their composure. He, too, had to maintain that aura—he had to keep up appearances!

Xie Mingming turned slightly and saw a certain reporter on stage shifting his steps. He chuckled softly, "Where are you going, Flying Pig?"

The so-called pig froze instantly.

"What did you say?" The man steadied himself—he’d weathered all kinds of storms. No way would he be exposed so easily.

Xie Mingming smiled again, and to the so-called pig, that smile was as terrifying as a demon’s.

"How much did you spend to edit that video you posted? You must’ve been scammed—it’s so unprofessional."

A line split the big screen, and two videos played side by side for comparison. It was obvious that the person seen entering and leaving the hotel with the rich kid was not Shen Qing.

There was a wave of murmurs from the audience. The so-called pig’s face turned even paler, and the countless glares from the crowd below seemed to pierce holes through him.

The screen switched again, this time showing the indecent photo that had been circulated earlier—except the girl in the photo wasn’t Shen Qing.

Yao Panpan grumbled indignantly, "See! I said it wasn’t Sister Qing. This girl is way too ugly!"

"How do we know you didn’t fake these too?" Flying Pig was still trying to argue his way out.

"Damn, this pig’s really shameless—his excuses are so weak!"

"Doesn’t Shen Qing have a powerful background? Maybe the information really is fake."

"Impossible, those First-Class and Second-Class Merit certificates have official seals."

"Forging an official seal is a crime, isn’t it?"

"Does she really have the guts for that? Her backing must be rock solid."

"I think Mr. Xie is spot on—besides her grades, there’s nothing to criticize about Shen Qing."

Xie Mingming gave Flying Pig a half-smile before switching to the trending topics on Weibo.

#FanchengPoliceClarifyForShenQing# exploded.

#ShenQing, The Pride of Struggling Students#

#Today’s Epic Face-Slap#

He clicked the first tag: it was an official post by the Fancheng Public Security Bureau.

"Our warrior—Shen Qing! @ShenQingSupportClub"

Attached were photos of her certificates of honor and anti-slander materials.

In less than half an hour, reposts had already exceeded a million.

Keen-eyed viewers would notice that the top comments and reposts were all from faces that had appeared on Fancheng’s local news channel.

Little Fatty’s eyes bulged as he tugged Chu Yu’s arm. "Oh my god! I just saw my dad’s comment!"

"No way! The Public Security Bureau actually tagged me!" Yao Panpan quickly pulled out her phone and opened Weibo to repost.

In an instant, the tide on Weibo had completely turned.

[Same underachievers, but why are you so outstanding! *crying*]

[Oh my god! What a hidden gem! I’ve been alive for eighteen years and never seen a First-Class Merit certificate.]

[I just want to ask—don’t those who insulted Shen Qing feel embarrassed now?]

[Embarrassed! Embarrassed! Left cheek slapped, right cheek slapped! Stop, my face is swollen like a pig’s head…]

[To make amends, I’m eating humble pie right now!]

[Damn! Flying Pig is disgusting!]

[Does Shen Qing really have such a strong background? This is a whitewash for sure.]

[Those certificates are the real deal! Do you think First-Class Merits grow under bridges like cabbages for anyone to pick up?]

[Even the official account couldn’t stand it and had to speak up. How can people still be picking on Shen Qing? Are you out of your minds?]

[She contributed to the country and the people, so you could live in peace, and this is how you repay her? Let’s see who dares to criticize her now!]

As everyone scrolled through the comments, they were left speechless, taking a long while to recover.

Little Fatty’s head was still buzzing, his legs a bit weak. "Someone pinch me, am I dreaming?"

Chu Yu’s heart was pounding as well. Sister Qing, truly someone who hides her true strength!

Yao Panpan watched the number of fans joining the support club skyrocket, so excited her phone nearly slipped from her hand. She glanced at Nie Huan, who showed little reaction.

"Sister Huan, did you already know?"

Nie Huan and Shen Qing had been so calm these past two days—not a hint of panic.

At Yao Panpan’s question, Little Fatty and Chu Yu also looked over.

Nie Huan glanced at them, then nodded lightly. "I found out just a few minutes before you did."

The others below the podium were still in shock. Just yesterday, everyone was clamoring against her; today, the whole situation had flipped!

The principal felt as if he were walking on clouds, his whole body light and buoyant. He shot Xie Mingming a reproachful look and complained, "Why didn’t you tell me sooner? I was about to lose my mind."

Xie Mingming simply smiled in reply—after all, he hadn’t known for long himself.

While everyone was still passionately discussing Shen Qing’s story, they failed to notice someone quietly slipping away from the audience.