The homeroom teacher... that is, Teacher Zhou glanced at him, then turned to the police: "Officer Zhao, this is your area of expertise, please handle it."
If the student wouldn’t admit, she couldn’t force a confession.
Moreover, she didn’t know who was telling the truth.
Professional matters should be left to the professionals.
Officer Zhao nodded and then looked at Song Rui.
"You are Song Rui?"
"Yes."
"We have the evidence you wanted," Officer Zhao said calmly. "At three o’clock this morning, someone sent us a video."
Song Rui’s expression stiffened for a moment, but he managed to maintain his composure.
"What video!"
Officer Zhao watched him.
He couldn’t help but feel impressed... The children raised by wealthy families do have a strong psychological quality.
He took out his cell phone and played the email he received that morning.
After Song Rui finished watching, the color drained from his face, and he couldn’t maintain his expression.
This video was of him talking casually to Xiao Ke, saying that he knew these girls would pass by, so he timed it perfectly.
Then, he said he hated Rong Yan and wanted to teach her a lesson, preferably making her fail her college entrance exam.
He knew these girls liked him, especially the leader Tang Ya, who had confessed to him many times.
Those who had liked him in the past had been bullied by her behind the scenes.
Tang Ya hadn’t seen this video yet.
This time, she and her companions saw it as well.
Suddenly, their faces turned deathly pale, and they became frantic.

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