Chapter Eighteen: What's Needed is Evidence!

  "You must know that he's definitely not doing well now..." Chu Tianfeng sighed softly, his father, Chu Gang, was currently in prison, how could he be doing well?

  Lin Mingyu also sighed: "Yes, I'm very sorry about his affairs, but do you think your father is that kind of person?"

  Chu Tianfeng paused for a moment, saying word by word: "Absolutely don't believe it! He was framed!"

  "This is just your feeling, if you want to turn things around, what's most needed is evidence!" Lin Mingyu said seriously.

  "Is Uncle Lin a policeman?" Chu Tianfeng had been curious about Lin Mingyu's identity for a long time, and today, listening to his tone of speech, it really seemed like it!

  "Yes, an old policeman!" Lin Mingyu said with a faint smile. He didn't want to hide his identity from Chu Tianfeng because his daughter was desk mates with Chu Tianfeng and would eventually expose him anyway. However, Lin Mingyu's words were still somewhat ambiguous, only mentioning that he was an old policeman without revealing his actual position.

  "Was it you who handled my father's case?" Chu Tianfeng asked again.

  "Of course not, his case was handled by the Economic Investigation Team." Lin Mingyu said seriously: "If it were me, we wouldn't be able to talk together now, I should have recused myself."

  "Oh, so you believe my father was wrongly accused?" Chu Tianfeng continued to ask.

  "Evidence is needed, evidence!" Lin Mingyu said in a low voice.

  "I'm worried about my father's life in prison, will anyone harm him?" Chu Tianfeng said anxiously.

  "On this point, you can be completely at ease! Chu Gang has indeed been imprisoned, but he is living in a single cell and receiving comprehensive protection. You don't need to worry about his daily life. As for why he's being given special treatment, I'm not at liberty to disclose the specific reasons..." Lin Mingyu said seriously.

  "As long as he's safe inside, that's all that matters." Chu Tianfeng finally felt a bit more at ease, his eyes gazing out the front windshield at the road ahead, which was now rapidly approaching the outskirts of town. The road was becoming increasingly bumpy, just like his father's life journey.

  What does Lin Mingyu's words mean? Will he lend a helping hand as long as there is evidence? The father received special care in prison, will there be a chance of overturning the case in the future?

  Lin Yajing listened to the conversation between her father and Chu Tianfeng, but she didn't understand much of it. She only knew that Chu Tianfeng's father was in prison, but she didn't know how he ended up there or what crime he had committed. She also didn't dare ask Chu Tianfeng, fearing that it would touch on the pain in his heart.

  The car was quiet again, and no one spoke. After a while, Lin Mingyu drove the Santana to the shanty town where Chu Tianfeng lived.

  "Thanks, Uncle Lin." Chu Tianfeng got out of the car and carried a large bundle of books from the trunk. He turned around and waved at Lin Yajing, smiling and saying: "See you later, deskmate."

  "Goodbye!" Lin Yajing waved her small white hand in the car, and as the car started, she gradually went further away.

  Chu Tianfeng returned home and began to organize the books he had bought, categorizing them and placing them on the bookshelf. This time, he wouldn't feel lonely being alone at home, because he had his books for company.

  He finished the homework left by the teacher in one evening.

  The next day was still a rest day. Chu Tianfeng made the most of his time to read the books he had bought, and now he felt that his mental power was much stronger than before.

  Of course, good brain power requires a good body to support it. As the amount of knowledge input increases, the drawbacks become apparent. Chu Tianfeng feels very tired and needs to rest for a while, best to take a nap to recover. Otherwise, if he forces himself to continue, he will faint at any time.

  Chu Tianfeng's brain is not a computer after all, and it also needs rest. Even if it were a computer, running for too long with too many programs would cause crashes and other problems!

  The computer crashed and can be restarted, but what if the brain crashes? The consequences are too scary to think about!

  So Chu Tianfeng has always controlled the degree of brainpower usage, as long as the body feels tired, he immediately stops pouring knowledge into it, otherwise, he might really "crash" his brain, which could be an irreparable disaster!

  The next morning, Chu Tianfeng went to school as usual.

  Today's first class was English, and Teacher Chen Xuewei announced the results of last Friday's English test. She didn't read out all the students' scores like Zhao Kaishun did, regardless of whether they were good or bad, seriously hurting the self-esteem of poor performers.

  Chen Xuewei emphasized the achievements of two students, one was the highest score in the class Lin Yajing, full score 100 points! The other is the student who made the most progress - Chu Tianfeng, 71 points! Compared with the previous test results, it has increased by 40 points.

  Chu Tianfeng did not feel unexpected about his achievement, with his current intelligence, he will achieve even higher scores in the future, and it's not impossible to surpass Lin Yajing.

  "Classmate, congratulations!" Lin Yajing said with a sweet smile in a soft voice.

  "Haha, thank you, your contribution is also here!" Chu Tianfeng smiled slightly, almost saying "the medal of merit has half of yours and half of mine too".

  "You're welcome! The teacher said that I should help you more in your studies from now on!" Lin Yajing's small face turned slightly red, her soft and delicate voice rippling through the air with a gentle, clear undulation.

  Chen Xuewei praised Lin Yajing and Chu Tianfeng, then handed out the scrolls and continued with the lesson. The content of this lesson was to explain the questions on the scroll.

  After class, Chu Tianfeng remembered that he had to ask for leave in the afternoon to visit his father in prison. Monday was a good opportunity, as all the classes in the afternoon were electives, and it didn't matter whether he attended or not. He could still make it back in time for evening self-study after visiting the prison.

  So he rushed straight to Zhao Kai's office after class.

  In fact, Zhao Kai's homeroom teacher did not have an independent office. He shared an office with other math teachers of the second year of high school. As the head of the math teaching and research group, his working conditions were slightly better than those of other teachers. He had a large desk to himself, and the school also provided him with a computer installed with WIN95 system.

  The office door was open, and Chu Tianfeng didn't even knock on the door. He walked in directly and strode towards Zhao Kaishun's desk, where he saw him staring at his computer with a flurry of keyboard clacks.

  "How come you didn't knock before coming in? Get out!" Zhao Kai Shun heard the footsteps, looked up and saw Chu Tian Feng, hastily turned off the computer monitor, not knowing what kind of shady business he was busy with.

  "Teacher, I have something to say!" Chu Tianfeng chuckled and smiled, apparently he also noticed Zhao Kaishun's deliberate movement just now.

  "You should knock on the door first, how can you be so rude?" Zhao Kai shouted sternly.

  Chu Tianfeng smiled calmly and turned to leave the office, "Bang Bang Bang" knocking a few times on the door, muttering to himself: "This Zhao Kaishun is obviously looking for trouble with me, the door is open, why knock? Formalism?"

  "Will you knock on the door, what a big noise! Lighten up!" Zhao Kai Shun seemed to have eaten gunpowder again, and he fired at Chu Tian Feng once more.

  Chu Tianfeng had no choice but to be patient and gently knock on the door. On the other side, Zhao Kaishun was still dissatisfied and said: "Slow down, why are you knocking so urgently? Don't you know the etiquette of knocking on a door? Knock three times, wait for two seconds, then knock three more times..."

  After fussing about for several times, Zhao Kaishun was finally satisfied and let Chu Tianfeng in.

  Chu Tian's expression remained calm, but in his heart, he secretly sneered: "This Zhao Kaishun is intentionally making things difficult for me. This isn't surprising, who wouldn't feel pressure after making a bet like that with a student?"

  He really guessed it right, Zhao Kai Shun now has some pressure on him. When he found out from several teachers, especially English teacher Chen Xue Wei, that Chu Tian Feng seemed to have suddenly come out of the family shadow in the past few days, studying very hard and making rapid progress, he felt a little regretful about making that bet with Chu Tian Feng - what if Chu Tian Feng really "accidentally" gets into Yanjing University? Would Zhao Kai Shun really have to learn from the turtle king and crawl ten circles?

  "What is it? Speak up! Don't waste my time!" Zhao Kai Shun said coldly.

  "Teacher, I want to ask for a three-hour leave this afternoon." Chu Tianfeng's expression remained calm, but he secretly smiled to himself. The more Zhao Kai made things difficult for him, the more it proved that this guy was guilty.

  "What's the point of going?" Zhao Kai didn't even lift an eyebrow, as if too lazy to glance at Chu Tianfeng.

  "Go visit your father in prison." Chu Tianfeng said seriously.

  "Alright, you can go! Remember to come back on time to report your leave." Zhao Kai Shun's approval was beyond Chu Tian Feng's expectations, and he was taken aback by how readily his request had been granted.

  "Thank you, Teacher Zhao!" Chu Tianfeng smiled and said.

  "Alright, let's go to class!" Zhao Kai's tone became severe again after a brief calm.

  Chu Tianfeng had to leave his office, secretly pondering in his heart whether Zhao Kaishun was having a seizure today, being neither sunny nor shady, making it difficult for people to grasp.

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