This backstabbing doesn't even need rehearsing.
"Wang Ze, quickly check the surveillance! I want to plead to the heavens, distinguish loyalty from treachery!" Lin Li's eyes were wide open with rage.
"Check what? Isn't the truth already out?" Xue Jian paused his actions and glanced over.
Lin Li: "?"
What does "Isn't the truth already out?" mean?
The skies of Nansang Middle School went completely dark.
Xue Jian didn't pay attention to Lin Li's bewilderment, stopped holding back the payment code, instead pressed the corner he had withheld back down, and then said:
"Lin Li, if you enjoy collecting payments, use your own account. But remember, if the class collects one dollar less, your self-critique will be extended by a thousand words, the same goes if there's one dollar more."
Lin Li: "?"
The important thing now isn't whether there's justice in Nansang Middle School or if there's still any light in the world—if one dollar is missing, my critique expands by a thousand words?
