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Anonymous reports? That would only give them time to cover up, to "handle" more people like Chen Shuo, or even someone like me.
I want them to see the ugliest sores at their most glamorous moment.
The annual Outstanding Student Award Ceremony and College Admissions Consultation will be held next Friday.
At that time, not only will there be faculty and students from the school, but also admissions officers from several local colleges, a few invited media reporters, and some parent representatives.
I plugged the USB drive into the computer, dragged the audio file, and edited out that cold mechanical voice. Then I took a photo of the fragments of the "Qingyuan Project," zoomed in to ensure every word was clearly visible...
I need someone to cooperate. Someone who has access to the equipment for the ceremony.
I thought of Lin Tao. He is responsible for publicity in the student council, usually quiet and somewhat on the fringes, but once I saw a flicker of barely noticeable disdain in his eyes when he witnessed Wang Yan publicly reprimanding a student for declining grades.
When I found him, he was in the computer lab organizing the warm-up video and PPT template for the ceremony. The light from the computer screen reflected off his pale face.
"Lin Tao," I tried to keep my voice calm, "can we talk?"
He looked up and adjusted his glasses. "Zhou Ran? What's up?"
"About the PPT for the ceremony..." I lowered my voice, "I want to... add something."
He paused for a moment, then became alert. "Add what? Director Wang has already reviewed it; you can't just change it."
"I know." I took out the USB drive from my pocket, not handing it to him but showing it to him. "Inside here are some... truths about 'The Last Classroom.'"
Lin Tao's expression changed instantly; he instinctively glanced toward the door, lowering his voice further. "You... you’re crazy? What do you want to do?"
"I want more people to know what really happened there." I looked directly into his eyes. "Chen Shuo, you know him, right? He wasn't like this before."
Lin Tao fell silent, his fingers unconsciously tapping on the desk.
"I’ve seen... some students come out of there with very strange expressions," he said quietly.
"This isn’t an accident, Lin Tao." I pushed the USB drive slightly closer. "What’s inside can prove everything. I just need you... to replace a few minutes of content during playback. Just a few minutes."
He stared at the USB drive, then back at me, his eyes filled with struggle.
"If we get caught..."
"I know the risks are high." My voice was slightly hoarse. "But if we do nothing, there will be another Chen Shuo, and another after that. Maybe... it could be us."
He suddenly looked up, his pupils slightly constricting.
The air froze for a few seconds.
“...Give me the U Disk,” he finally spoke, his voice barely above a whisper. “Tell me when to replace which part.”
I felt a tightness in my throat. “After the opening, once the representative of the outstanding students finishes speaking, during the playback of the ‘Campus Style’ video.”
He nodded, took the U Disk, and quickly plugged it into the computer, his fingers flying across the keyboard without uttering another word. The only sounds in the room were the soft tapping of keys and the hum of the computer fan. I noticed beads of sweat forming on his forehead.
A few minutes later, he removed the U Disk and handed it back to me.
“...It’s done,” he said, taking a deep breath. “I hope... we are right.”
The awards ceremony arrived as scheduled. The auditorium was filled with people, adorned with red curtains and bright banners, everything exuding a festive and solemn atmosphere. I sat in an inconspicuous corner, my palms cold and my heart racing in my chest. Wang Yan and the principal sat at the center of the stage, their faces wearing practiced smiles.
The lights dimmed.
The big screen lit up.
My breath nearly stopped.
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