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"Why were you so bold that day?" Chen Qiang laughed, "You even made our counselor kneel and beg you to accept the Diploma."
"Hey, you guys don't understand," Brother Ma waved his hand, "I was just putting on a show."
We couldn't stop laughing, finding Brother Ma quite amusing.
Later, we bought milk tea to find Brother Ma, just to inquire about his family background.
As a result, Brother Ma directly told us that both his parents run a Taobao store in Beijing.
We were stunned: "A Taobao store? What kind of Taobao store?"
"One that sells women's clothing," Brother Ma said casually.
We were speechless.
Well, it really was a Taobao store.
"Why were you so bold that day?" Chen Qiang laughed again, "You even made our counselor kneel and beg you to accept the Diploma."
"Hey, you guys don't understand," Brother Ma waved his hand again, "I was just putting on a show."
We couldn't stop laughing, finding Brother Ma quite amusing.
However, even though Brother Ma's family ran a Taobao store, it still took some guts to throw the counselor's cup.
After this incident, the counselor and Secretary also realized—Brother Ma was just bluffing; he didn't have any powerful family background at all.
So they started their relentless approach again and called us into the office.
"How about I go confess?" Xiao Ning felt a bit guilty, thinking her situation had dragged us down.
"Don't go; you haven't done anything wrong," Brother Ma immediately interrupted Xiao Ning.
"But..."
"No buts," Brother Ma said decisively, "You're innocent, and I won't admit to anything either."
We walked into the office. This time, besides the counselor and Secretary, the Dean of the School of Journalism was also present.
"We have already investigated the last incident," Secretary slowly began, "You all need to delete those things you posted before and issue a clarification. Then this matter will be considered resolved."
We remained silent; no one spoke.
"If you clarify this now, the academy can guarantee your graduate studies," the Dean said.
"Secretary, we didn't post anything," Brother Ma started to play dumb.
"Exactly, we can't clarify anything," Chen Qiang chimed in.
"Don't pretend with me," the Secretary's tone became stern. "You posted it yourselves; don't you know?"
"Honestly, I don't know," Brother Ma shrugged.
"Then think carefully," the Dean's tone softened. "You all study journalism; you should understand how important the school's reputation is. If you continue like this, which media outlet would dare to hire you in the future?"
"Right," the counselor added. "Don't wait until graduation and find that you can't even get a job."
This was clearly a threat.
"Hurry up and delete it, then post a clarification, and this matter will pass," the counselor continued. "You're still students; don't think about opposing the academy. Can your arms really twist stronger than a thigh?"
"If you continue like this, you'll be the ones who suffer in the end."
"Exactly," the Secretary said earnestly. "You're still students; studying well is the most important thing. Don't spend all day thinking about these messy things; in the end, only you will suffer."
...
In short, the three of them went back and forth for a full hour.
The summary boiled down to one central idea—
We are still students; don't think about opposing the school. Your arms can't twist stronger than a thigh, and in the end, only we will suffer.
It was enough to make my ears feel calloused.
"Dean, we understand what you're saying," I couldn't help but speak up, "but have you considered why we posted that content?"
The Dean paused for a moment before replying, "I know; you want to vent your emotions..."
"No," I interrupted him. "Think carefully again about why we posted that content."
The Dean fell silent.
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