A top student transmigrates into a book: Reborn in the 90s and rises to prominence.

The "top lawyer" Jiang Zheyuan was talking about must be incredibly outstanding, because he wouldn't use an adjective to describe an ordinary one.

"Sister Zhao seems to treat you like a younger sister. While we're talking here, she's been keeping a close eye on what's going on, afraid I might bully you." Jiang Zheyuan had seen Sister Zhao craning her neck to look in their direction countless times out of the corner of his eye, and he teased her with a smile.

"Sister Zhao is kind-hearted and afraid that I will be bullied, so she must not know about the rumors about me. She would be heartbroken. They value chastity and reputation much more than I do. If women like Sister Zhao are slandered, I would be devastated. It would be like driving them to their deaths. They really wouldn't be able to live. So, don't you think the people who spread these rumors are both stupid and wicked?"

Shao Wanwan sighed and said helplessly.

If it weren't for her, the transmigrator of the book, being the target of these rumors today, but rather some other female classmate, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

They will definitely do things that harm themselves in order to prove their innocence.

Shao Wanwan really wanted to tell them never to hurt themselves, but she also felt that a few words couldn't break this age-old self-justification trap.

“We can donate to the school to establish an ‘anti-school violence charity organization’. We can use the money donated by alumni to help victims with psychological counseling, and then hold regular lectures to teach them how to protect themselves,” Jiang Zheyuan said after a moment of contemplation.

His expression was both gentle and firm.

Shao Wanwan was deeply moved, and she recalled the lighthouse that Jiang Zheyuan had built for Shao Moli.

When I read this passage, I was also deeply moved.

When Jiang Zheyuan loves someone, he perfectly blends his personal love with his universal love, creating something eternal. Anyone who sees that lighthouse in the future will think of Jiang Zheyuan's love for Shao Moli.

Lighthouses stand at sea, guiding ships.

"Was my suggestion too abrupt?" Jiang Zheyuan saw Shao Wanwan staring blankly into space and waved his hand in front of her eyes.

Shao Wanwan snapped out of her daze and hurriedly waved her hand, "I've seen those foundations on TV, and they're only for very wealthy alumni or rich entrepreneurs. Can we... do it?"

“I can ask my elders in the family to sponsor the start-up capital needed to establish the charity fund. This is a good thing, and they should agree. As for the maintenance fund, I think we can definitely earn it. You should have confidence!” Jiang Zheyuan gave her a slight smile, staring intently at her.

"Yes, of course! If we can really make it happen, we can help a lot of people and also be remembered in the school's history," Shao Wanwan said excitedly.

If it can be done, this will be the college's first charitable foundation.

If one university succeeds, other universities may follow suit, and the issue of campus violence will receive more attention sooner.

Universities have always been a benchmark for primary and secondary schools. If a positive atmosphere is fostered, it will definitely influence those students who aspire to study in the ivory tower.

Shao Wanwan and Jiang Zheyuan both knew that the problem of school violence was very serious, but they couldn't solve it one by one. However, by influencing one person through another, and one group through another, the whole atmosphere would change.

“Most importantly, this isn’t something just the two of us doing. By having the school act as the organizer, our individual influence won’t exceed that of the organization, and we won’t become the target of public criticism. The school also wants to help us resolve this issue,” Jiang Zheyuan added after a moment’s thought.

Shao Wanwan immediately understood what he meant.

The students' power should ideally not exceed that of the school, otherwise they are easily targeted.

Individuals can take the lead on such a good thing, but the management and organization both require the school's endorsement.

Is Jiang Zheyuan really only nineteen years old?

It seems like he already possesses the mindset and level of an excellent manager.

Jiang Zheyuan felt that if he, influenced by his family, could understand the underlying logic, it would make him seem like he had a real problem.

To truly understand something, you have to see it firsthand.

So she frowned and asked, "What do you mean? You pay, I organize, why should the school take the lion's share and gain the reputation?"

Jiang Zheyuan took out a piece of paper and carefully analyzed the pros and cons with Shao Wanwan. He then said, "If this incident can push the school to punish school violence, that would be great. But the school won't act until it sees results. It might not take one person's matter seriously, but if it's linked to improving the school's quality and reputation, the entire school will take it seriously. I'll have a lawyer collect information with you and report it to the school. Then my mother and I will propose that you act as a supervisor to promote the establishment of a public welfare fund. If we work on both fronts, your matter won't be left unresolved."

After listening, Shao Wanwan sighed that Jiang Zheyuan's thoughts were truly meticulous.

"I'll keep the computer for you! It'll be helpful for you to collect evidence. If you don't know how to use it, you can ask me anytime, and I'll teach you." Jiang Zheyuan closed the computer and handed it to Shao Wanwan.

"You just got it from your uncle too, yet you act like you know how to use it so well. We're both beginners, aren't we?" Shao Wanwan retorted with a laugh.

Jiang Zheyuan paused for a moment, then smiled and said, "My mother has a laptop, and we also have a desktop computer at home. I often use the computer to play single-player games, so I'm quite familiar with it. To be precise, I'm not a novice, so I should be qualified to teach you."

Shao Wanwan had never seen him so mischievous before, and for a moment she didn't know what to say. Looking at his handsome face, she was a little stunned.

For a moment, the atmosphere became subtly awkward.

Fortunately, Sister Zhao suddenly appeared to save the day, bringing them two cups of hot tea.

"It's almost noon, you must all be hungry! You watch the shop for me for a bit, I'll go to the kitchen and cook a few dishes for you, let's have a simple meal together!" Sister Zhao said warmly.

She became intimate with Shao Wanwan and began to regard Jiang Zheyuan as one of her own.

Shao Wanwan felt a little embarrassed. She never cared about Sister Zhao's cooking, but Jiang Zheyuan had a serious case of mysophobia. He would probably have a hard time getting over using other people's bowls and chopsticks.

Not wanting to put Jiang Zheyuan in a difficult position, Shao Wanwan spoke first: "Sister Zhao, we made plans to eat at the cafeteria with our classmates. How about next time? I love your cooking. I'll come over next time. I want meatball soup, with extra bok choy."

Shao Wanwan didn't stand on ceremony with Sister Zhao and ordered the dishes directly.

Sister Zhao felt very comforted by her coaxing, but because she was so honest, she couldn't tell that she was making excuses, and immediately wanted to finalize the time for the next meal with Shao Wanwan and Jiang Zheyuan.