315: Chapter 113: There Must Be a Place to Excrete 315: Chapter 113: There Must Be a Place to Excrete Hearing Principal Zhou say that, Wang Yunxiao felt reassured.
Indeed, he was still the Principal Zhou from his impression, with a protective nature at lv.max
The matter of accumulating karmic retribution from killing… Wang Yunxiao himself actually didn’t care much about it.
If there really were such game rules, then it might not be such a bad thing.
Bad people always accumulate more karmic debts than good people, and if the game rules were in effect, he wouldn’t mind dragging down those sin-laden evildoers to mutual destruction.
The problem lay with double standards.
If good people accumulated karmic retribution for killing bad people, but bad people didn’t accrue any for killing good people, then that would be pointless.
Just like those supernatural novels he read before crossing over, where people would become ghosts over trivial matters: dying and becoming a ghost due to immense pressure from studying, ghosting after an untimely death from overdoing practice tests, jumping off a building and becoming a ghost because one’s boyfriend was two-timing, becoming a ghost after a failed cosmetic surgery left a person disfigured, and then roaming around causing harm… If ghosts were that easy to turn into, there shouldn’t be any murderers in the world.
The photographer who liked taking pictures was in debt to Zhou Qing karmically; not only him but also the newspaper he worked for and the person who wrote that article.
If they didn’t come to him, Wang Yunxiao wouldn’t have the time to bother with them, but since they willingly sought death, wasn’t that just asking for punishment?
He even thought that not letting Zhou Qing seek revenge might actually be more likely to cause her to develop issues.
Wang Yunxiao didn’t know how Principal Zhou was keeping tabs on Zhou Qing’s situation, but since Zhou Qing was brought up, he couldn’t help asking, “Sir, do you think the recent newspaper opinion pieces have been too chaotic?”
Even he, an outsider, could tell that someone was deliberately stirring up trouble behind the scenes, sparking the conflict between the Red Lantern Society and Qianjin Church.
Principal Zhou, with his access to more information, certainly couldn’t miss it.
According to the basic game rules of this world—the theory of cognition determining existence—such opinion-leading could easily affect the collective subconscious of the public and lead to uncontrollable harmful incidents.
Why isn’t the government imposing strict control?
To put it bluntly, it should now be regarded as an era of “military government,” with the new government being very tough in its control and stance toward society.
Likewise, there are departments, including the three major bureaus, entirely capable of steering public opinion.
Rather than, as it is now, simply turning a blind eye and letting things take their course.
“What does it matter if the newspapers are in disarray?
As long as the school isn’t in disarray, that’s enough.”
Principal Zhou’s attitude remained calm and unmovable.
Seeing that Wang Yunxiao still looked like an uncarvable rotting piece of wood, puzzled and foolish, he then asked rhetorically, “I’ve asked you to focus on your studies at school and not to skip classes to go out.
Can you do that?”
Wang Yunxiao gave a dry laugh.
“You know that’s impossible, don’t you?
You just aren’t the studious type.
Asking you to focus on studying is like torturing you.”
“That’s a bit much, sir.
I have been seriously reviewing my lessons these days…”
“Then why are you talking to me about the ‘little widow’?”
“Who’s talking about the ‘little widow’ with you!”
Wang Yunxiao felt like he had suffered a great injustice.
I am acting for the public good.
How can you say that about me?
If we’re talking about provoking the ‘little widow,’ weren’t you the one who provoked her first?
She was working in the Church and earning a good amount of money in a month, but you insisted she resign from her job to attend school.
Teacher Cui told me all about it.
Do you think I don’t know?
Principal Zhou gave him a meaningful look and explained, “The school is a society, and society is a school; the principles are the same.
Everyone comes from different family backgrounds, with different personalities, and no matter how hard the government tries, it’s impossible to satisfy everyone’s demands.”
“Some people just like to debase themselves.
You try to make them strive for progress, and they think you’re harming them.”
“Some people just want to lord over others, and when you tell them everyone is equal, they feel like you’re insulting them.”
“And there are those who read a couple of books and believe they are brimming with talent, but are frustrated by the lack of opportunities to realize their ambitions.
If they don’t even get a chance to argue with others, it’s easy to develop some kind of problem.”
“You and I find the news in the newspapers to be chaotic, dirty, and foul, like a cesspool.
But humans have physiological needs to eat, drink, and excrete.
If you fill in the cesspool, would you have them defecate and urinate all over the streets?”
“Everyone knows Dayu’s principle of water management: dredging is better than damming.
Letting them vent what’s on their minds isn’t necessarily a bad thing.
What can be written in the newspapers anyway?
It’s nothing more than unsubstantiated rumors, self-righteous moralizing, and impractical idealistic theories.
Compared to the actual difficulties we face, these things are truly child’s play.”
Principal Zhou’s face showed a hint of a mocking smile as he looked at Wang Yunxiao and said, “Why don’t you guess what the real purpose behind those stirring up trouble with their pens in the newspapers actually is?”
“What is it?”
Wang Yunxiao had no clue what those bastards were scheming in their bellies, so he humbly asked for enlightenment.
“Figure it out yourself.”
Come on!
Don’t talk in riddles!
Some people don’t understand even if you tell them the answer directly, and now you want to play guessing games with me!
“Cui Xiaoying’s academic performance is very good.
She doesn’t need to repeat the junior high curriculum.
Go tell her to come with her child, and I’ll have her teach a couple of classes for the first grade.”
Huh?
So, from now on, we have to call her Teacher Cui?
Hm, a widow, a nun, and now a teacher…
The sense of immorality buff is stacking up higher and higher.
“Also, don’t get involved with Mu Yuming’s relocation issue.
Let him find his own way to solve it.
When summer vacation comes around, they should be ready to start the construction over there, and you can bring your little brothers to make some pocket money.”
“Don’t go to the police station recently.
The city is about to start a new crackdown, and going there would just make you cannon fodder.
If you run into someone who’s shameless, they might just arrest you to make up the numbers.”
Principal Zhou instructed one thing after another, and Wang Yunxiao’s head swelled with the load.
He couldn’t raise any objections at this time, or else he would be no different from those unable to hold their shit, as Principal Zhou had put it.
“Right, there’s something I need to report to you.”
Thinking of Mu Yuming reminded Wang Yunxiao of Li Mumu, and he quickly relayed the matter to Principal Zhou.
Although he understood that anything was possible after Time-Space Retrospection, the length of time Li Mumu had vanished for seemed too long.
It stretched back over a decade and she had been erased from the moment of her birth, which didn’t sit right with Wang Yunxiao.
When he asked Nurse Liu about it, Nurse Liu said it was normal.
Normal my ass!
Maybe in her eyes, these were trivial matters, but Wang Yunxiao still wanted to hear Principal Zhou’s opinion.
He wasn’t ready to give up hope completely.
“You mean you encountered another Li Mumu, but felt it wasn’t really her?”
After listening to Wang Yunxiao’s story, Principal Zhou asked a few more questions about the details, and couldn’t help frowning.
He opened the drawer and pulled out a document.
Wang Yunxiao saw the word “Confidential” written on the cover.