360: Chapter 360 The Significance of Violence in Fighting Violence, The Changes of the Beautiful Teacher

Dongdu University, Law School Teaching Building.

Inside a conference room on the third floor, the atmosphere was solemn and dignified.

Behind a long conference table, three examiners sat side by side.

Two men and one woman, all around forty years of age.

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One of them, a slightly plump man wearing black-rimmed glasses, was precisely the proctor who appeared at yesterday's written exam.

The name tag placed in front of him bore the title "Law School Professor Luo Yang".

"Student Fang."

Flipping through the Materials in his hands, a middle-aged male examiner on the left raised his head to look at the young man opposite him, speaking in a serious tone:

"I want to ask a rather macro-level question. In recent years, some cases have appeared in society where parties failed to protect their rights through legal channels and ultimately resorted to lynching, seeking justice through the method of fighting violence with violence."

"Regarding this phenomenon, when the Law cannot effectively protect victims, do you think we should support this kind of self-help?"

The young examinee sitting opposite them was none other than Fang Cheng.

Today, he was dressed in a well-fitted formal suit, his pure white shirt ironed without a single wrinkle, and his black suit trousers made his legs look even slenderer.

A pair of gold-rimmed glasses sat on the bridge of his nose, making his demeanor even more refined and gentle.

Hearing this question, a trace of a smile appeared on Fang Cheng's face as he spoke unhurriedly, his voice clear and steady:

"Respected teachers, this is a profound proposition involving legal ethics and value judgments."

"From the standpoint of legal professionals, the answer seems obvious. Aside from legitimate defense, any form of self-help should be strictly regulated, because this would destroy the Foundation of the rule of Law."

"However, what we cannot ignore is that the posing of this question itself reflects a dilemma in reality."

While recounting calmly, he maintained eye contact with the questioning examiner, his tone earnest:

"The Law's protection of the vulnerable indeed has shortcomings. The imbalance of judicial resources, the high cost of litigation, and the weakness in enforcement may all lead to individual demands for justice failing to be met in a timely manner."

"This institutional failure is precisely the soil that breeds the idea of 'fighting violence with violence'."

"However..."

Fang Cheng changed the subject, analyzing deeply with clear logic:

"Acknowledging real-world dilemmas does not equal endorsing this extreme method of resolution."

"'Fighting violence with violence' seems to gratify grievances swiftly, but in reality, it is using a greater evil to combat another evil."

"It will trigger unpredictable chain reactions, tear apart the social contract, and ultimately drag the entire society into a state of the jungle where everyone is in danger. For the vulnerable, this will be an even greater disaster."

The three examiners nodded in unison.

At this moment, the female examiner on the right who had been silent all along suddenly pressed further:

"But Student Fang, have you ever thought that for those who have already been driven into desperation and have no way out, these grand principles are pale."

"When they face the jungle Law of 'the survival of the fittest', if they do not fight back valiantly, they may well die without a burial place."

"Under those extreme circumstances, how would you persuade them to give up violence?"

Fang Cheng nodded slightly, seemingly having long anticipated this question.

"Teacher, I believe that we should not crudely shift the responsibility for error-correction onto individuals in plight."

"The root cause of social tragedy is the failure of the social system. Rather than discussing the nearly unsolvable moral dilemma of 'whether violent resistance is possible', we should think more about how to eradicate the soil that breeds this dilemma from an institutional level."

He pushed up his glasses, the gaze behind the lenses calm and sharp:

"As legal professionals, we can promote more targeted legislation to plug existing legal loopholes, and we can also try to lower the rights-protection costs for vulnerable groups, such as expanding the coverage of legal aid."

"In addition, more diverse social supervision and relief institutions can be established to ensure that judicial fairness can be seen and realized."

"Moreover, the authority of the Law stems from its coercive force, and this coercive force is essentially a state-level, authorized 'violence'."

"What we need is not to deconstruct this authority, but to continuously and critically improve it."

"However, 'the weapon of criticism' can never replace 'the criticism of weapons'."

"As legal professionals, what we should pay more attention to is how to make the Law, this great instrument of the state, sharper, more precise, more efficient, and better able to deter all criminals who dare to harm society."

"Let it truly be held in the hands of everyone who needs protection, instead of forcing people to pick up private weapons to resist!"

After a passionate speech, the conference room fell into a brief silence.

The three examiners exchanged glances, each seeing appreciation for the young man before them in the other's eyes.

Next, they threw out several highly professional, equally tricky, and sensitive questions.

Fang Cheng maintained a calm and infectious tone throughout, handling them with ease, with rigorous and impeccable logic.

Finally, Luo Yang, sitting right in the middle, smiled and opened his mouth:

"Alright, today's interview ends here. You may go back first and wait for the notification."

"Thank you, teachers."

Fang Cheng stood up and bowed slightly.

Then he turned and walked toward the door, neatly pulling it open and gently closing it behind him.

In the waiting area, several examinees still waiting immediately cast their gazes toward him.

Seeing Fang Cheng's calm and composure, everyone's face revealed a hint of envy and nervousness.

A call number soon came from inside, and a boy immediately stood up, took a deep breath, and pushed open the door with slightly trembling fingers.

Fang Cheng did not linger in the waiting area, walking straight out of the teaching building.

The results of the re-examination would not be announced immediately; they had to wait until all examinees finished, after which the college would compile the written and interview scores and rank them uniformly.

Only after the final review passed would the admission letter be mailed.

This process would take about three to five days.

At 10:00 AM, the sunlight was bright.

The lush branches and leaves of the camphor trees filtered mottled light and shadows, scattering them all over the tree-lined path of Dongdu University.

The air was filled with the sweet fragrance of gardenia flowers, and the distant sound of students laughing and playing faintly drifted over, brimming with youthful vitality.

Fang Cheng was not in a rush to leave, preparing to stroll around and consider it getting familiar with the new environment in advance.

Today, he purposely did not let his mother and uncle accompany him to the exam.

The excuse was that with family present, he would be even more nervous during the interview, affecting his performance.

As for Zhou Xiumei and Wen Xin, both of them had classes and couldn't come.

Fang Cheng was all by himself, which turned out to be relaxed and comfortable.

Just as he was walking leisurely, a soft and pleasant voice suddenly sounded from behind.

"Fang Cheng~"

Hearing the sound, Fang Cheng turned back.

Not far away under a camphor tree, a smiling and charming woman had somehow appeared.

A tailored beige suit skirt outlined her graceful curves to the fullest, from her full breasts to her tight waist, and then to her perky hip line, every detail was just right.

Beneath the hem of the skirt, her beautiful legs wrapped in flesh-colored stockings were straight and well-proportioned, and the exquisite high heels on her feet made her appear even more slender and graceful.

Her fashionable wavy hair draped lazily over her shoulders, and the rimless glasses on her face not only did not obscure her charm, but instead added a touch of intellectual and ascetic temperament.

At this moment, her full red lips held a faint smile, and those eyes resembling a Persian cat were staring at him without blinking.

It was Lin Chuqiao.

Fang Cheng's gaze swept over her.

Having not seen her for some time, this beautiful teacher's skin appeared fairer and more hydrated, and her figure was becoming increasingly pleasing to the eye.

"Teacher Lin, what a coincidence?"

Fang Cheng greeted with a smile.

"How could it be such a coincidence."

Lin Chuqiao strode out with her long legs, walking gracefully over, her high heels tapping against the ground and producing a series of crisp sounds.

She walked up to Fang Cheng, her eyes shifting with a trace of slyness:

"I learned from 'Crow' that you have an interview today, and I came specifically here to wait for you."

After a pause, she added an explanation:

"Oh, right, 'Crow' is your uncle Li Dingjian. I suppose you must have already guessed it."

Fang Cheng smiled and nodded, indicating tacit agreement.

"How did the exam go?"

Lin Chuqiao's tone was very familiar: "Are you free? Let me treat you to lunch?"

Fang Cheng hesitated slightly.

He had originally planned to return to the club after the interview, find someone for a sparring session, stretch his muscles, and practice combat skills a bit more.

"You are not allowed to refuse."

As if seeing through his thoughts, Lin Chuqiao spoke first:

"Didn't you want to treat me last time to thank me for helping Wen Xin find a school?"

"I was delayed by something back then, but today I rarely have free time."

Fang Cheng smiled upon hearing this: "Then it should still be me treating you."

"Next time you treat me, this time I treat you."

There was a hint of banter in Lin Chuqiao's smile, and then she deliberately added:

"Consider it... thanking you for the kindness of lending a hand that night on Miwu Mountain."

Saying this, a slight blush rose on her fair cheeks, as if she recalled the scene of being held in Fang Cheng's arms and running wildly in the dark.

Hearing her mention this, the scene of the sky-full blood rain in the Inner World also emerged in Fang Cheng's mind.

Perhaps due to absorbing the essence of the blood rain, his uncle's previously somewhat frail physical condition had improved significantly.

Both spirit and physical stamina far surpassed before, except that his alcohol tolerance remained as poor as ever.

And the Lin Chuqiao before him had fairer skin and a better figure, which presumably was for the same reason.

Fang Cheng happened to want to inquire about the professor team behind her.

Some things were inconvenient to ask his uncle directly; probing sideways from Lin Chuqiao might yield some valuable information.

Thinking of this, Fang Cheng nodded and agreed.

"That's great!"

Lin Chuqiao's smile grew even more brilliant:

"Let's go, I know a Michelin restaurant nearby with great food. I usually can't bear to go, but today thanks to you, I finally have an excuse to splurge a bit."

She walked naturally to Fang Cheng's side, walking shoulder-to-shoulder with him.

People came and went on campus.

Lin Chuqiao looked around with grace, smiling sweetly, instantly becoming the focus of attention.

When passing students saw this beautiful teacher walking so intimately beside a man,

many people's faces revealed expressions of shock.

You must know that this beautiful psychology lecturer was the dream lover in the hearts of many male students and male teachers.

Usually on the podium, she looked intellectual, elegant, kind, and approachable.

In reality, everyone knew that there was a sense of alienation deep in her bones, and they had never seen any male friends appear by her side.

But now, not only did she actively converse with someone, the smile between her brows could not be hidden at all, resembling a young girl in the midst of passionate love.

However, when their gazes fell upon the man beside her, they instantly understood.

That tall and straight figure, extraordinary and handsome appearance, and that transcendent, carefree temperament

were enough to turn any unwillingness into a matter-of-course admiration.

A talented man and a beautiful woman, a match made in heaven.

In the afternoon, the sunlight was warm.

On the walls of the Law School's red-brick office building, verdant Boston ivy climbed all over.

Through a bright window, crisp voices could be heard coming from inside.

It seemed someone was giving a wonderful speech.

In the spacious room, the dark wooden floor was as smooth and clean as a mirror.

All around were bookshelves reaching the ceiling, crammed with thick legal classics.

This was the office of Dean Dong Yunchuan of the Law School.

A ruddy-faced old man leaned back in an office chair, holding a remote control, his gaze falling on the television screen in the corner.

The voice just now came precisely from there.

At this moment, the TV was playing the interview recording of the Law School's postgraduate re-examination.

To ensure the enrollment procedure was open and fair, the entire interview process would be video and audio recorded and retained for supervision and review.

The young man in the footage had a calm demeanor and extraordinary speech.

Especially those eyes, exceptionally bright and energetic, seemingly exuding a power that made people convinced.

"Dean, this examinee surnamed Fang has extremely excellent written exam scores. No, it should be described as Heaven-Defying."

A slightly plump middle-aged man wearing black-rimmed glasses stood beside the desk, speaking softly.

He was Professor Luo Yang, the examiner who had participated in the written exam and interview earlier.

He introduced with a slightly excited tone:

"We all know how many traps and out-of-syllabus knowledge points were contained in the exam paper you personally set. Yet he finished it in less than half an hour!"

"Finishing the test quickly is one thing, but the depth of expansion and the angle of entry for many essay questions were simply mind-boggling. If it weren't for seeing how young he is, I would have thought some heavyweight in the legal circle came to our place to challenge the house!"

Luo Yang paused, pointing at the screen and continuing:

"From this interview, it can also be seen that he indeed has genuine talent and learning, and his stress-resistance ability is extremely strong. Facing the tricky questions posed by several of us in turn, he always behaved very steadily."

"I think making him a postgraduate is a bit underutilizing him; he is fully qualified to be included in our 'Outstanding Legal Talent' training program."

Saying this, Luo Yang lowered his voice and added a crucial sentence:

"More importantly, judging from that discussion on fighting violence with violence, his political stance tends to be hardline, and he should be one of our kind..."

"Hmm."

Dong Yunchuan only nodded slightly, his eyes never leaving that face on the TV screen, and he muttered in a low voice:

"What a coincidence indeed, it really is you brat..."

Hearing this, Luo Yang couldn't help being stunned for a moment, then asked carefully:

"Dean, you... know him?"

Dong Yunchuan did not answer his question, but directly instructed:

"Luo Yang, this examinee is very good. His intended advisor is Li Changjun, right? Go tell Little Li and cede this student to me; I want him."

"Ah?"

Luo Yang widened his mouth, even more astonished.

Who didn't know that Dean Dong hadn't personally taken postgraduates for almost ten years, yet this time he actually took the initiative to snatch someone?

But on second thought, a Genius encountered once in several decades was indeed worth the Dean breaking the rule for him.

He hurriedly nodded and accepted:

"Alright, Dean, I'll go handle it right away."

After speaking, he took his leave and departed.

In the office, only Dong Yunchuan was left alone.

He turned his seat, facing the vibrant greenery outside the window, a smile like an old fox blooming on his face.

"Good brat, this time you've finally fallen into my hands..."