harleyscars Chapter 197 I've been set up
Chapter 197 I've been set up
On Monday morning, sunlight streamed through the window and fell on my desk.
Fang Yan sat in a chair, holding a pen, signing a document.
There was a knock on the door three times.
"Please come in."
Wang Feng pushed the door open and came in, followed by Song Huan.
Fang Yan looked up and adjusted his glasses.
Wang Feng stepped aside, "Principal, this is Song Huan from Class 4 of Senior Three."
Fang Yan looked at Song Huan and sized her up.
"Oh, so you're Song Huan, the one who caused all that commotion."
Song Huan took a step forward, bowed slightly, and said respectfully, "I dare not accept such praise."
He straightened up, his tone becoming serious.
"Principal, I've caused the school a lot of trouble lately. The food alliance thing has caused quite a stir throughout the school, and it was my fault for not reporting it to the school beforehand."
Fang Yan nodded, his attitude was good, and he took the initiative to admit his mistake.
He leaned back in his chair. "What brings you here today?"
You son of a bitch, you're asking a question you already know the answer to. Can't you live without a bit of that official air about you?
Song Huan cursed inwardly, but didn't show it on her face.
He respectfully placed the folder in his hand on the table and pushed it forward. "These are the accounts of the Food Alliance. Please take a look, Principal."
Fang Yan picked up the folder and opened it.
Read it page by page.
The income and expenditure details are listed clearly for each item.
He turned to the last page and looked at the number.
Net profit: 8,000.
He froze, looked up at Song Huan, and said, "You made such a big fuss, and you only earned eight thousand yuan?"
Song Huan's lips twitched down, and her voice lowered.
"Principal, you don't know. Advertising costs money, printing cards costs money, giving kickbacks to merchants costs money, and paying salaries to the students who help out also costs money."
He counted on his fingers, "There was no venue, so we stood on the street and shouted. It was hot, so we had to buy water for the students. When it was windy or rainy, the cards would get damp, so we had to replace them with new ones."
He sighed, "After a month, this is all I have left."
As Fang Yan listened, the expression on his face changed from doubt to hesitation.
He was about to say something comforting.
But Song Huan's expression suddenly changed.
From dejection to exhilaration, from gloom to brightness, "It's okay, I'm still young. I can handle this hardship and trial!"
He took half a step forward and raised his voice, "Principal, besides handing over the accounts, there's something else I need to discuss with you."
He looked into Fang Yan's eyes, and there seemed to be a lion in them.
"I'm willing to donate two thousand yuan to the school's underprivileged students. I'll donate two thousand yuan every semester from now on. In addition, I'll donate supplies to the school—water, books, stationery—whatever the school needs, I'll donate!"
Fang Yan was stunned.
He sat in the chair, still holding a pen in his hand, the nib hanging in mid-air, not falling down.
This is not correct.
Shouldn't a student like Song Huan be fearless and daring?
Why are you so nice to the school...?
Wang Feng was also stunned.
He stood beside her, watching Song Huan's tear-filled face.
That day in the office he seemed defiant, how come he suddenly softened up today?
Fang Yan put down his pen and coughed.
"Actually, there's no need to donate so much, you're just a student..."
Song Huan's eyes suddenly reddened.
He raised his hand and wiped the corner of his eye with the back of his hand, his voice trembling.
"No. 1 High School is my alma mater. No. 1 High School nurtured me. It is thanks to No. 1 High School that I was able to found the Food Alliance. Without No. 1 High School, I am nothing."
He took a deep breath. "That's why I must give back to No. 1 High School!"
Fang Yan opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
Wang Feng also opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word.
The two looked at Song Huan's earnest, almost pious face and didn't know what to say for a moment.
I know you donated 2000 yuan.
Anyone who didn't know better would think you were an outstanding graduate who came back and donated a library to the school!
There was a two-second silence in the office.
The door was suddenly pushed open.
A female teacher stood at the door, panting.
"Principal, Director Wang, the reporters are here! We can't stop them, they're carrying video cameras, right downstairs in the administration building!"
……
In front of the administration building, the sunlight made the steps appear white.
The editor-in-chief stood next to the camera, holding a microphone, and adjusting his tie.
When he saw Song Huan come out of the building, he smiled briefly.
Song Huan smiled as well.
The two looked at each other briefly, their eyes met, and then looked away.
They were both afraid that if they looked at each other for even a second longer, they would burst out laughing.
The editor-in-chief first interviewed Song Huan.
The microphone was held in front of him, and the camera lens was pointed at him.
Song Huan stood ramrod straight, her expression serious.
"I founded the Food Alliance not for money. It's to contribute to the school, to ensure that students can have enough to eat, drink good milk tea, and afford stationery."
He paused, lowered his voice, and said, "I'm a student myself, and I know how tough it is for students."
She paused again, then raised her voice, "So I've decided to donate two thousand yuan to the school's underprivileged students. I'll donate every semester from now on."
Fang Yan stood to the side, his hands behind his back, his expression somewhat unnatural.
Wang Feng stood next to him, his expression also somewhat unnatural.
The two of them felt a little embarrassed listening to Song Huan's impassioned speech.
After all, he had forced the student council to get involved in the food alliance.
The editor-in-chief listened, and a slight twitch appeared at the corner of his mouth.
My thoughts drifted over from behind the microphone.
[Alright, bro, stop bragging.]
[He's only donated 2000 yuan, but he's making it sound like he's donated 2000 million.]
Song Huan awkwardly touched her nose and accepted it.
The editor-in-chief quickly turned around and handed the microphone to Fang Yan.
"Principal, what is your assessment of Song Huan's behavior?"
Fang Yan's lips moved slightly.
He looked at the camera, his expression changing from awkward to serious.
"Song Huan... is the pride of our school. He not only has excellent academic performance, but also cares about his classmates and is willing to contribute. This behavior is worthy of emulation by all students in the school."
Wang Feng nodded vigorously, "Yes, Song Huan has fully demonstrated the social responsibility of a student from No. 1 Middle School, and the school fully recognizes his contributions."
The interview is over.
The camera stand was put away, and the editor-in-chief handed the microphone to his assistant.
Song Huan walked up, grabbed the editor-in-chief's arm, took two steps to the side, and lowered her voice.
"Editor-in-chief, when you submit the report, please blur my face a bit so that people can't recognize me."
The editor-in-chief paused for a moment, "Why?"
Who doesn't want to be famous these days? Is there anyone who doesn't want to be famous?
Song Huan chuckled, lowering her voice even further, "I started this business without my parents' knowledge. If they found out, all my money would be confiscated."
He took a red banknote out of his pocket and stuffed it into the editor-in-chief's hand.
The editor-in-chief glanced down, discreetly put the money into his pocket, and patted Song Huan on the shoulder.
"I understand, I understand."
The two people stood on the steps, arm in arm, chatting and laughing.
Fang Yan stood at the entrance of the administration building, looking at the two people for a while.
He turned to look at Wang Feng beside him and asked quietly, "Director Wang, have we been set up?"
Wang Feng watched Song Huan and the editor-in-chief walk away, then nodded firmly.
"It seems so, Principal."
Fang Yan was taken aback.
Then he laughed.
I was so angry I laughed.