Salted fish dressed as Xiaofubao of the age

Chapter 1171 Channels
After waking up the next morning, Lu Zhu and Pan Muling washed up and went to Yue Qingqing's room.

"Good morning, let's go out to have breakfast, and then go to school to collect some evidence."

Yue Qingqing and Mi Shu packed up quickly, and the group went to a nearby restaurant.

When eating, Yue Qingqing placed an extra pair of bowls and chopsticks, and put all the dishes on the plate into the bowls separately.

Pan Muling and Lu Zhu were puzzled.

Yue Qingqing explained: "Just think of it as a memorial to that girl."

The two sighed silently after hearing this, and didn't think it was strange.

But they didn't know that the person they were paying homage to was sitting at the table and eating together.

As an aura, of course she doesn't need to eat, but she also has a special way to taste food.

The food she "eaten" looks like other food on the surface, but if people eat it again, they will find it tasteless.

The taste is like chewing wax.

Five people walked towards the school, and Su Dan floated behind them.

Because of the blessing of Yue Qingqing's aura last night, Su Dan could walk under the sun without worrying about getting dizzy from the sun.

She looked around with interest.

After all, it had been a long time since I saw anything outside the school.

Under Su Dan's guidance, Yue Qingqing and others found a teacher in the school who had shown kindness to Su Dan before his death.

It was a young music teacher who learned about Yue Qingqing's intentions and what happened to Mi Shu.

The music teacher immediately found a USB flash drive.

"When the school held a meeting to discuss this matter, I secretly brought a recording pen and recorded some words of the principal and the secretary. I hope it will be useful to you. I thought I would give it to a reporter first."

Pan Muling worried: "If this is exposed, will someone find out it's you? Will it bring you any danger?"

The teacher waved his hand, "Now the principal and the secretary are in the hospital, and the other has resigned. They don't have the ability to retaliate against me. Besides, there were so many people at the meeting, they couldn't find me."

The music teacher sighed and said the most important point.

"What's more, I don't stand up for some things, and my conscience is hard to rest."

Yue Qingqing's heart warmed slightly, and she accepted the things.

The music teacher took a quick look outside the door and found that no one was passing by, so he lowered his voice.

"I still have the contact information of a reporter here. She also has investigation materials in her hand. She is from the county TV station, but the leadership does not allow these materials to be exposed."

Yue Qingqing and the others thanked her and prepared to leave.

The music teacher looked at their backs and felt as if a heavy stone in his heart had finally been removed.

At the beginning, she watched the tragedy happen, but she couldn't stop it.

Dreaming back at midnight, she often felt guilty.

Now, finally, there is a chance for her to redeem herself.

At this moment, the music teacher suddenly felt a chill in his palm, as if a drop of water fell down.

The shoulders also sank slightly, like a hug.

She stared at the palm of her hand for a while, thinking it was her own illusion.

But she didn't know that Su Dan was standing in front of her with tears in her eyes.

They were not tears of blood, but crystal clear tears.

"Teacher, thank you."

There are some teachers in this world who only look at scores, and there are also teachers who have justice in their hearts.

What determines good or bad is not a profession, but a person.

After leaving the school, Yue Qingqing and others found the reporter according to their contact information.

That reporter is also a female reporter.

"Well, when I saw this incident at the beginning, I thought it was strange, and I found out what was going on later, but the leader suppressed it and refused to report it, saying that it would have a bad impact on society."

"And the former principal of the Experimental Middle School has a good relationship with him, so he must have greeted him in advance."

The reporter gave Yue Qingqing copies of the previous interview records and some evidence.

"How are you going to expose it?"

Lu Zhu said decisively: "Internet!"

"network?"

"Yes, a channel that seems to be unlimited at present can allow ordinary people to make their own voices."

(End of this chapter)