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Jiang Zeyuan's brows twisted into knots in an instant, he stopped and turned around.

"If your son is innocent, the Public Security Bureau will investigate thoroughly and clear his name. The law will not wrongly accuse a good person, nor will it let a bad person go."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he kowtowed hard as if he had gone crazy.

The forehead hit the ground with a "bang bang bang" sound, and each hit seemed to hit people's heart.

After a while, his forehead became red and swollen, and his skin was scratched, oozing blood.

"He was still young and ignorant, so he made the mistake. Our family has been an only-son family for nine generations! If he is gone, all hope will be gone!" He cried and shouted, his voice as hoarse as an old bellows, tears and snot mixed with dust all over his face, and he looked very miserable.

Jiang Zeyuan's face became even gloomier.

"Little? Ignorant? This is not a reason to commit a crime! Whose child is not a child? What about those who were hurt by him?" The voice rose a few degrees, filled with anger and dissatisfaction.

The middle-aged man's hands were pried open with force, and the veins on his hands were bulging.

"Don't try to influence judicial justice in this way. I am a police officer and I can only uphold fairness."

After saying that, he walked towards the house without looking back.

The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Zeyuan's retreating back, the light in his eyes completely disappeared, as if he had fallen into an endless dark abyss.

His body collapsed on the ground, his eyes staring blankly ahead, his lips slightly opening and closing, but no sound came out.

After a long while, he slowly stood up. His legs felt as heavy as if they were filled with lead and every step seemed extremely difficult.

When the nearby residents heard the noise, they gathered around and whispered to each other.

An old lady with grey hair frowned and said worriedly: "What a sin this is! It's so pitiful to see this child, but if this child really breaks the law, there's nothing we can do."

A middle-aged man shook his head and said seriously, "There must be something hateful about a pitiful person. We cannot shake the fairness of the law just because of his commotion. Director Jiang did the right thing. We must believe in the law."

Several young people were talking in low voices on the side.

"Nowadays, parents don't discipline their children normally, but come to beg for mercy when something goes wrong. How can this be tolerated?"

"That's right. Everyone is equal before the law. We can't set this precedent."

......

These discussions were intertwined in the air, and everyone had their own opinions.

Jian Yue was walking on the path in the campus, holding a few books on architectural design in her hands, and thinking about the problems she encountered in her previous homework.

At this time, a classmate ran over and told her that the professor asked her to go to the office.

Jian Yue frowned slightly, a little confused, wondering what the professor wanted to talk to her about.

He quickened his pace and walked to the professor's office door, took a deep breath, and knocked gently.

"Please come in." The professor's familiar and steady voice came from inside.

Jian Yue pushed open the door, and the office was filled with a mixed smell of paper and books.

The professor was sitting behind his desk, wearing a pair of black-framed glasses, looking intently at a document on the table.

Seeing Jian Yue coming in, he raised his head with a smile.

"Jian Yue, come and sit down." The professor pointed to the chair opposite the desk.

Jian Yue walked over and sat down somewhat stiffly, her eyes fixed on the professor's face, waiting for him to speak.

The professor leaned forward slightly and crossed his hands on the table. "Here's the thing. There's a bridge design competition going on recently. Have you heard about it?"

Jian Yue shook her head. She had been concentrating on her studies and small architectural design projects during this period, and had not paid much attention to the competition news outside.

The professor raised his lips slightly. "This competition is not simple. It is a very influential event in the industry. Moreover, this competition offers very attractive rewards for excellent design manuscripts. If the manuscript is adopted, there will be $100,000."

As he spoke, he observed Jian Yue's expression.

Jian Yue didn't feel anything when she heard this number.

After all, money is really just a number to me now.

Although it sounds a bit Versailles, it is really like this.

However, since it is a very influential event in the industry, it will definitely help me grow.

However, the light of excitement flashed by briefly and soon dimmed again.

"Professor, I... I'm not very confident. I'm really not good at bridges. As you know, my previous designs were mostly focused on home buildings. I'm afraid I won't be able to do well with large and complex structures like bridges."

The professor stood up, walked around the desk and came over to her.

Patting her shoulder gently, he said, "You should know that challenging yourself is the fastest way to grow. You have a solid foundation in architectural design, just in a different field. This competition is a great opportunity for you to break through your limitations. Moreover, I believe in your potential. You are not the kind of student who will be easily intimidated by difficulties."

Jian Yue lowered her head slightly and fell into deep thought.

Although she knew what the professor said made sense, the worry in her heart still hung over her like a shadow.

The professor seemed to see through her dilemma. He walked back to his desk, picked up a bridge design competition document and handed it to Jian Yue.

"You can take a look at this information first to understand the requirements and direction of the competition. You don't have to make a decision right away, go back and think about it carefully. But I hope you don't give up this opportunity to challenge yourself easily."

Jian Yue took the information and nodded, "Okay, Professor, I will seriously consider it."

He stood up, said goodbye to the professor, and walked out of the office.

Along the way, I held the document tightly, feeling extremely conflicted.

This is too difficult. If you are not careful, you will waste a lot of time and gain nothing.

This is a rare opportunity and we should try it bravely.

After a night of tossing and turning.

The next day, I went to the professor's office again.

This time, there was more determination in his eyes.

"Professor, I have decided to participate."

The professor smiled with relief, knowing that once this girl made up her mind, she would give it her all.

From then on, Jian Yue began her intensive preparations.

The library became her most frequented place, where she would wander between rows of bookshelves.

He ran his fingers over the thick professional books, pulling out those related to bridge design.

Then, he sat in a corner and read voraciously.

The notebook was soon filled with densely packed notes, and she sorted out the knowledge of various bridge structures, mechanical principles, material properties, etc. bit by bit.

Sometimes, I would spend a whole day in the library just to work out a complicated calculation formula.

The sunlight moved from one end of the window to the other, but her figure always remained focused.

There is only the occasional frown and the constant writing action.