Interstellar Number One Farmer: I Only Want To Farm!-Chapter 58 - 23: Self-Vindication

"6666, rooting for the little sister! I’ve heard of people taking extra courses in college, but never heard of anyone asking teachers to make them harder."

"Sister, do you need a boyfriend? One who can eat five bowls of rice at a time, a real freeloading guy."

"I can’t stop thinking about her having three Space Buttons."

"Me too..."

"Same here, what could possibly fit in those three Space Buttons?"

"Surely it can’t all be personal belongings."

"I’m her classmate, and I know that one of her Space Buttons is filled with local delicacies, seeds, and plants, you name it."

"Pfft, is there really someone this adorable? I want to be her fan; academic stars are worth learning from."

"Am I the only one who noticed she said she could make a robot worth a hundred thousand? Big companies are going to be all over her before she even graduates."

"Don’t worry, she’s studying at the Agricultural Research Institute, aiming to farm. Her dad owns more land than she could ever farm on her own; no big company can snatch her away."

"What a crossover, an Agricultural Research Institute student going head-to-head with the Mecha Department, terrifying. Anyone from the Mecha Department want to share more? I want to know about Miss Su’s legendary life."

"I’ve been to Su’s Planet for tourism. The fruits and agricultural products are really delicious, just a bit out of the way, and flight tickets are super expensive, but the products are impeccable."

"Mechanical Recycling Planet, to put it nicely, isn’t it just a slightly better Garbage Star?"

"Garbage Star wasn’t meant to be a trash dump; it’s because of your wrongdoing that a perfectly good planet turned into one. I can’t understand why with all the technology now, they can’t allocate more funds to this issue."

"You wouldn’t want to repair discarded items either, constantly shedding and dumping into trash cans. Where else would they go? Thankfully, some people are still willing to work in recycling; otherwise, there’d be even more trash."

The conversation veered off-topic, but most of them believed Su Xiaocai’s account anyway.

With the formidable network of netizens, several pieces of information had already been verified. The principal just needed to follow protocol and investigate further to demonstrate fairness.

The parents’ influence dwindled. As Shou Xin’s mother slumped to the ground, the backlash was exceptionally fierce.

Shou Xin’s mother’s phone rang, and she answered it.

"Have you embarrassed yourself enough? Is your son’s mess at school really something you need to personally intervene in? Do you know how people online and my mother are cursing you? Calling you a meddling bitch, spoiling your son, a troublemaker..." Shou Xin’s father cursed without the slightest concern for whether the other end of the communicator could hear.

The truth was out in the open, not only for Shou Xin’s mother.

Under the live broadcast, the parents and five students had to endure long-term human flesh searches from outsiders, with all kinds of secrets being unearthed and past scores being settled.

The more the principal saw of Su Xiaocai, the more satisfied he became. "Unless something unexpected happens, by tomorrow, we’ll have thoroughly investigated everything. If what Su says is true, you five will be prepared to compensate. The other four of you will have to apologize publicly in the school broadcasting room and receive disciplinary action; what you’ve done will be displayed on the lamp post signs for a month."

"Conversely, if any part of Su Xiaocai’s statement is false, the school will issue severe criticism."

"Any objections?"

Any?

None.

Su Xiaocai’s scavenging wasn’t because she came from the Garbage Star, and her getting in and out of luxury cars wasn’t the shady deal they imagined.

The "three million" she displayed was the best proof.

If they had apologized on the spot, at worst they’d just be embarrassed for a few days. Now that the principal said they would post a notice and plaster it all over the school, it’s beyond just social death.

Yet they were unwilling to squeeze out a ’sorry’ in front of Su Xiaocai just moments ago.

The boy who apologized in advance dodged a bullet, breathing a sigh of relief. Had he been nailed to the pillar of shame for a month, he’d rather take a leave of absence. He was grateful for Su Xiaocai’s magnanimousness.

The principal, working efficiently, then instructed the guards to escort the five parents away. Mijiali’s mother still wanted to say something, but Shou Xin’s mother grabbed her wrist and dragged her along.

The live broadcast device was turned off at this moment.

The five were escorted to the gate like prisoners.

Mijiali’s mother looked back regretfully at the school gate, her chubby hands twisted together, her round face full of concern for her daughter.

She was a strong-minded mother figure, in a sense, really a good mother, but ended up raising a cunning daughter.

Mijiali’s mother still insisted, "My daughter isn’t the kind to bad-mouth others; when she was in high school, she often helped her deskmate."

"So, my son is then?" Shou Xin’s mother was irritated. She came to back up her son, but the arrival of Lawyer Zhang disrupted her rhythm.

Lawyer Zhang had solid abilities and connections. No matter how strong her backing, it couldn’t compare to the well-reputed Lawyer Zhang.