The girl looked at me in surprise, quickly put away her tears, as if she hadn't cried, straightened her somewhat messy collar, and glared at me fiercely.

The surnamed Huang also chased out of the door at this time, and it is estimated that he didn't expect it to be so late, and there were still people waiting for the elevator on the 9th floor.

As soon as he saw me, he seemed to immediately change his face and greet me.

At that moment, I suppressed the monstrous anger and disgust that had just accumulated in Wanwan, and quickly turned my head to look at the side where no one was.

At that moment, I felt that looking at this kind of person would stain my eyes.

I stood there silently, my fists clenched, I endured in silence, and at that moment, I thought: If I had a knife in my hand, I would definitely swing it...

The elevator came up.

He didn't see me responding, he seemed embarrassed to himself, and then said kindly to the girl in a completely different tone than he had just said:

"Xinhui, you are a smart person, you can't stand this failure, how can you succeed in the future? Think about what I just said, go back and do your best, I won't send you off...".

That day, I got off the elevator with the girl.

The girl, always proudly carrying her head with long hair. The light tube in the elevator was bright enough that I could clearly see that there were so many dazzling strange red marks on her high neck...

She looks and has a good figure, she is so young and beautiful, why is she as stupid as Wanwan...

At that moment, I only had a tumbling nausea in my stomach, surnamed Huang, you can't die well....

At that moment, I was thinking: how can I ensure that the secret of Wanwan's sexual assault is not discovered, so that the surname Huang can completely get out of this university...

At that moment, I didn't think to take the initiative to talk to that girl.

In the past few days, I have been racking my brains, thinking about how to do it, to be able to quickly help Wanwan understand, and to not let go of the surname Huang...

I also thought about it in class, and I also thought about it after class, after a lunch period, I was walking and thinking, and suddenly remembered the proud girl I met in the elevator, and I heard the surname Huang call her "Xinhui".

Suddenly, that is, in an instant, when I passed by the school's honor roll propaganda column, in the bright light of the scorching sun at noon, I inadvertently glanced sideways, and actually caught a glimpse of the photo on the honor roll of the school's "Academic Star"!

Formal photos with a red background, she is young and beautiful, and she is in the first place!

Such an excellent girl, no wonder even if she cried at that time, she was still embarrassed, and she was so proud...

proud, even ignoring so many disgusting marks on the neck.

Moreover, surnamed Huang, I always feel that something is not right about the words I said before and after...

Suddenly, a bold idea struck me!

They have a profit exchange, right?

Are they exchanging "sex" and the relationship between men and women? For example: swapping the "first" position on the honor roll?

The inner thoughts collided everywhere, at that moment, my hands trembled, and the trembling power made me can't wait to open my eyes, and for the first time, I looked so seriously and carefully at a piece of honor that did not belong to the School of Computer Science!

It turned out that her name was Fan Xinhui.

I carefully read her profile next to her: she once represented the school at the 2008 International Symposium on Quantum Communication, and published 3 important papers in SCI, under the tutelage of Huang Liqiang, who was a bastard of the whole school in 2007...

And so I started my first career as a tracker.

I began to sneak on the 9th floor where the surname Huang was, focusing on Fan Xinhui, who was in and out of room 902, and recording the time and duration of her entry and exit.

For several weekends in a row, I would sneak into the seldom-walked staircase on the 9th floor in advance, and I would sit on the concrete stairs until a girl entered 902, and then start knocking on Wanwan's door to tutor Wanwan.

And after each end of the class, I continued to go back to the staircase and sit quietly on the concrete stairs, towering my ears and listening to the sound of the door of 902.

As soon as I heard the movement, I started to peep into the elevator to confirm, and I took a pen and recorded the time carefully.

At that time, my idea was: wait for the confirmation of the law of Fan Xinhui's private meeting surnamed Huang, and after these specific times and details are recorded, I will report to the school with my real name, even if the report fails, at that time, the University Student Union had a platform for open information exchange called: Renren; As long as I put these things on the Internet, I believe that there will be curious people who will dig deep and investigate...

As long as someone is willing to pick up and investigate, maybe they will have more means than me...

The sky lives up to it, and the 4 weeks of incubation in a row have refreshed my perception of that beast!

It turned out that every Saturday at around 2 p.m. and at 9 p.m., there would be girls coming in and out of his house!

What shocked me even more was that the girls who came in and out were far from being the only ones in and out of Fan Xinhui!

I peeked at it from afar: there were only six different girls on the weekend of four weeks; Moreover, every girl is actually middle-class...

This brute! How could he bear to attack these showy female college students?

Don't he know what it means to be a teacher? Isn't he afraid of making their stomachs bigger? Isn't he afraid of being caught and ruined? …

Yes, even such a cute 7-year-old girl, he can't bear to do it, what else does he not dare?

This beast can no longer be called a "human"...

I pressed the tip of the pen tightly and wrote hard!

After four weeks of squatting, I deliberately made a chance encounter with the girls in the elevator to greet them, and I tried to find their names as best I could, so that what I recorded would be more credible.

In the lukewarm conversation, I learned that most of them were senior sisters in the Department of Applied Physics.

However, they didn't bother me with their hearts, they were very young and vigorous, and they were always wary of me, and most of them stopped saying their names, only saying that they came to Professor Huang for questions about teaching and dissertations.

Until one day, I returned to the dormitory, and as soon as I entered the dormitory door, the dormitory manager called out to me: "Liu Zijun, I have a letter from you, I have been here for 1 whole day, take it away..."

Will anyone else write to me? Confused, I took it gratefully, only to find that the envelope was not signed by the sender.

I went back to my dorm room and sat down at my desk, so I hurriedly took it apart.

When I read the letter, I was shocked.

I couldn't calm down for a long time, and I read and read, and counted and counted.

That letter not only validated my thoughts, but also revealed more of the dirty inside story.

That letter, not so much a letter, was more of a printout: a printed list and a log of the behavior of the relationship between men and women.

Full of three pages.

It is impressively recorded that the names of each girl are there.

There is also the specific time and place of their relationship with the surname Huang, and some even have a long time!

After each relationship, there is a list of the "benefits" that the girls get after having a relationship, and of course, there are even additions to which "benefits" are not immediately satisfied.

In the 5 years since the divorce between the surname Huang and his wife 5 years ago, he has ruined more than 30 girls...

Several of them even went to many unsightly places in Luoyang to secretly have abortions for him, and even recorded the length of leave...

Huang Liqiang, this scumbag!

It turned out that he was a reviewer of a core journal in the field of physics in China, and he had promised journals to publish articles, and to go to overseas famous universities and other places as bait, and there were many unspoken rules for many girls!