I See through Everything

"Fair enough."

"Heh..."

"Let’s do it." Yan Bohu made the decision on the spot.

After all, it was a matter of pride.

The rivalries between universities were far too complicated to be explained in a sentence or two.

They hadn’t made a move before, partly because they lacked the opportunity, and partly because Jiang Miao and Lin Shuya’s influence wasn’t as great.

But times had changed. With the Channel 17 Agriculture report on Lin Shuya’s artificial White Truffle cultivation technique, the couple’s influence was growing by the day. To further win them over and expand its own prestige, Lion Mountain Agricultural University was naturally willing to take action.

「That afternoon.」

Two announcements appeared on the official website of Lion Mountain Agricultural University, recommending Jiang Miao and Lin Shuya for honorary doctorates.

Professors from various departments also activated their networks to spread the news.

Clearly, this was a deliberate move to embarrass a certain clueless university.

...

After racking his brain all afternoon, Huang Hanwen had finally finished writing a takedown piece detailing Lin Shuya’s "crimes." He had just opened his laptop, ready to post it on a Q&A platform as a pledge of allegiance to his university, when he suddenly saw several trending topics online.

Since he had been searching for news about Lin Shuya and Du Bolun for the past two days, the system automatically pushed the latest related content to him.

His eyes widened as he stared at the articles and video news reports published by the Heart-stopping Report an hour ago. He was reeling.

"Fuck..."

He watched the footage in the videos. He had secretly filmed them himself, originally intending to use them as leverage against Du Bolun and his son to keep them from pushing him too far.

And then there was the evidence of Du Bolun stealing a student’s thesis to build up his son as a genius, along with a mountain of proof of academic fraud.

In that moment, he felt completely numb.

’I’m screwed. There’s no clearing my name now,’ he thought. ’But who could have leaked these videos...’

Suddenly, Huang Hanwen’s expression changed as a figure appeared in his mind. ’Lu Lan? That’s right. She’s the only one who had access to my laptop and phone. I can’t believe you’re so scheming. Fuck! It wasn’t enough for you to cheat on me, you had to frame me like this too? I’m not done with you!’

Meanwhile, in a women’s dormitory at Handong University.

Lu Lan, who was preparing her graduation materials, was startled by her phone ringing.

Seeing the caller’s name, a flicker of confusion crossed her face. ’Why is this cuck calling me? Don’t tell me he wants to get back together?’

Though completely bewildered, she answered the call.

"Hanwen, you—"

"You bitch! I’ll fucking... *#@&%...!"

Caught off guard by the sudden tirade, Lu Lan was stunned for a second before she flew into a rage. Not to be outdone, she cursed right back:

"You cuck... you fucking loser...!"

The two of them screamed at each other over the phone for more than ten minutes.

The shouting match was only interrupted when Huang Hanwen got another call.

But now, Huang Hanwen looked at the caller ID, hesitated for a moment, then realized there was no way to explain the situation. He steeled himself and blocked the number.

Then he immediately started packing his bags, preparing to go home and inherit the family business. His family owned a hardware store and sold tiles, so he wouldn’t have to worry about going hungry.

He hastily gathered his things. Before leaving, he spat viciously on the floor. "Pah! I’m done with this shit. If they don’t want me here, fine. Somewhere else will."

Song Lei, who was in the room opposite him, had actually been secretly watching Huang Hanwen. When he heard him and Lu Lan screaming at each other, he knew Huang Hanwen must have seen the news, and he couldn’t help but gloat internally.

Half an hour later, he saw Huang Hanwen slam the door and storm out.

He quickly put on a concerned act and asked, "Junior Brother Huang, what’s wrong?"

"It’s nothing. I’m quitting my PhD program. I’m going home to take over the family business. I can’t stand another second in this trash school."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a student counselor hurried over. She was about to question Huang Hanwen, but he just ignored her, dragged his suitcase, and bolted.

For a moment, the counselor was at a complete loss.

Meanwhile, Song Lei was laughing inwardly. ’Yes, yes, good riddance. Now that you’re gone, you can take the fall for backstabbing Du Bolun. What a wonderful day!’

Du Bolun, whose call had just been blocked, had a face ashen with rage. Staring at the escalating reports online, he felt he was truly finished this time.

His phone was ringing nonstop, grating on his nerves until he finally silenced it and switched to vibrate mode.

His son, his father, university administrators, and some friends were all calling him incessantly.

Clearly, the incident could no longer be covered up.

After all, they could claim Lin Shuya was expelled for skipping classes for months without reason. They could also claim Luo Yulin jumped because he had mental health issues.

But academic fraud, stealing a student’s thesis, fabricating a genius persona for his son, and accepting research funding from a student’s parents—these were not things that could be casually dismissed or ignored until they blew over.

The administration at Handong University was also going crazy. They hurriedly convened another meeting with all the senior staff.

Two emergency meetings in one day.

Each one more serious than the last, leaving everyone on edge.

This time, even Yang Chengguang, who had previously defended Du Bolun, remained silent. Only a single thought remained in his mind: ’I’m tired! Let it all burn!’

Professor Shi Mingli, who had also been a student of Du Bolun’s father, sat as still as a statue, stiff in his seat as if none of this had anything to do with him.

Xia Yanbing observed everyone’s reactions and knew that this time, he wouldn’t face much resistance in dealing with Du Bolun and his son.

The administrator who had previously proposed dealing with Du Bolun sneered sarcastically, "It seems our dear Professor Du didn’t appreciate our goodwill!"

"He’s a bad apple, dragging the university’s reputation through the mud."

"Principal, we can’t be lenient this time. We have to deal with this severely, or Handong University’s century of honor will be destroyed."

"I support severe punishment."

Seeing that some had stated their positions while others remained silent, Xia Yanbing spoke up. "Then let’s put it to a vote. All in favor of dealing with Du Bolun strictly, please raise your hands."

Instantly, over eighty percent of the administrators raised their hands in agreement.

Xia Yanbing cut straight to the point. "Good. Since the motion has passed, I propose that Vice Principal He form a temporary investigation team to conduct a full inquiry into Du Bolun’s academic misconduct. We need to give the university and the public an explanation."

Faced with this situation, no one else was willing or able to object.

Vice Principal He was the very administrator who had first proposed dealing with Du Bolun. He had never gotten along with the Du Family’s faction, a feud that dated back to the previous generation.

Vice Principal He naturally knew that Xia Yanbing was using him as a shield, but he didn’t mind. After all, he had wanted to take Du Bolun down for a long time.

With the establishment of the special investigation team,

a storm erupted within Handong University.

Within a single day, the situation had escalated beyond everyone’s expectations.

There was no time for the Du Family to find a way to quell public opinion.