Protest

“Father.”

He Qixing was dragged over by He Yunan who rushed over.

“Go home. What are you doing here, mingling with these friends of yours?”

Upon hearing Dean He’s use of the term “friends,” Nie Chuan pointed at himself with dissatisfaction, revealing his discontent with the generalization, but he restrained himself, considering it was the father of his good friend.

He Qixing glanced at Nie Chuan, who was somewhat dissatisfied, but turned his head to continue instructing Nie Chuan about the protest process.

Returning his gaze to his father, he lightly furrowed his brow and refused, “I’m not going back.”

“Father, why are you here?”

“It’s none of your business. Gu Huan is now a super SSS-level criminal. What are you doing getting involved in this mess? Protesting with a few students, what’s the use? It’s just a performance. Hurry up and go home.”

He Qixing frowned slightly. Before he could say anything, Nie Chuan, unable to bear it, spoke up, turning around.

“I respect you for being an experienced expert, but could you please stop making sarcastic comments before we even start? Why are you so unwilling to listen to what we have to say?”

“Moreover, Xingxing has grown up. He’s now the top student of his age, he’s an outstanding student. I haven’t seen you come to see him except for a few times. Now you’re suddenly being strict out of nowhere.”

Nie Chuan himself was an orphan, with no parents to call him, so it was normal for him not to receive calls from relatives. However, He Qixing had a father. He had been in the military academy for a year, and he had never seen this father actively contacting him. Now, he suddenly became strict.

“I’m his friend, Nie Chuan, Student Council President of the First Military Academy, not some random friend.”

When He Yunan saw Nie Chuan and heard his name, his face froze.

“Nie Chuan?”

“Nie Cen’s child?”

He Yunan looked Nie Chuan up and down, as if seeing something.

“Are you familiar with my father?” Nie Chuan, who had just had a righteous demeanor, immediately became timid when he heard that He Yunan knew his dad. “What’s the relationship between you and my father?”

“Old friends.”

He Yunan said faintly and didn’t say much more about the topic of Nie Cen.

He grabbed He Qixing’s shoulder.

“Let’s go.”

He Qixing stood still, not forgetting that He Yunan had not answered his question. He asked again.

“Father, what are you doing here?”

He Yunan didn’t want to tell his son, and there was still a security team captain standing nearby.

He saw Dean He’s son wanting to know and directly called him to his side.

“What’s the big deal? If your father doesn’t want you to know, I can tell you.”

Before He Yunan could intervene, the captain had already leaned in and whispered to He Qixing, “Your father helped us maintain the security system here. I’m telling you this because you’re the son of the professor, don’t tell others.”

“Why are you telling him these things?”

He Yunan frowned in displeasure.

The security captain patted He Qixing’s shoulder, “I couldn’t just stand by. This child seems not very close to you. The professor usually does confidential work, which greatly hinders parent-child relationships. If you never tell your child what you’re doing and how busy you are, it’s normal for the child to grow distant. He has grown up and is sensible now. It’s okay to tell him some things. What do you think, Qixing?”

The captain turned his head, but the young man standing next to him kept his head down, so he asked again, “Qixing?”

He Qixing suddenly lifted his head.

“Well, I understand that my father’s work is confidential. But I also hope he can also support what I want to do. Today, I must participate in this event. You don’t need to worry about me.”

Saying that, He Qixing bypassed He Yunan and grabbed Nie Chuan’s arm to go inside.

Nie Chuan glanced at He Qixing, feeling that something was not right today. He seemed more anxious than usual, and the grip on his arm was stronger.

He Yunan and the captain watched the group of kids raising signs and sitting in front of the courtroom, determined to resist. The captain sighed with some helplessness.

“Otherwise, let’s just ignore it. Anyway, we can’t lay hands on the students. Dean, rest assured, your son won’t die of thirst, hunger, or sunstroke here.”

He Yunan still stared at He Qixing sitting over there.

“No, I must take my son away. I can’t let them cause trouble for you.”

The captain rubbed his head. Why bother?

Nie Chuan felt that the atmosphere was a bit wrong, so leaned his head and whispered to He Qixing.

“Xingxing, did you notice something? You seemed very nervous just now.”

He Qixing responded without looking away.

“Aren’t we here to protest? Just sit here quietly and protest.”

He gripped the signboard with some force, glanced lightly at his father over there, and then turned back.

Time passed by, second by second, and the media that Nie Chuan contacted arrived in a swarm, surrounding all the students.

“Students, I see your uniforms. You are students from the First Military Academy, right?”

“Did your school approve your visit this time?”

Nonsense, it obviously did not.

Otherwise, they wouldn’t have come with so few people, and it would be a lot of trouble.

Nie Chuan raised the two signs he was holding—one calling for a reduction in the criminal level for Gu Huan and the other was to prohibit the use of force during the arrest.

“This is what we want to say: we will leave when they agree.”

The female reporter followed the aerial drone camera, reporting the current situation,

“Now we see that some students have gathered at the gate of the Interstellar Court.”

“The police at the Interstellar Court are very restrained.”

“I don’t know how the situation will change later.”

Interstellar netizens saw the coverage on the optical net, and many netizens left comments in the live broadcast.

[These students are so brave!]

[I don’t know how they managed to get up there… The Interstellar Court should have a lot of security forces, right?]

[The one leading the protest is General Gu Huan’s former student, Nie Chuan. He became the president of the student union in his second year? That’s amazing.]

[They completely gave up their own interests by doing this. If General Gu Huan is really a traitor, their military careers are over.]

[General Gu Huan can’t be a traitor!]

The online discussions were chaotic, with all kinds of opinions. However, on the windy and sandy Interstellar Court Star, it was extremely quiet.

He Qixing’s forehead was sweating more and more, as if he was in some kind of stalemate.

He Yunan’s gaze fell heavily on him, like a heavy mountain.

The captain wiped the sweat from his forehead. “Dean, do you still want to stay here and watch? The car prepared for you is already parked at the port.”

He Yunan turned around, looked at He Qixing and his classmates sitting there, and then, step by step, his feet sank into the sandy ground, making his expression become increasingly gloomy. Suddenly, he stopped and said to the captain, “Wait a moment. I just remembered.”

“This security system may still have some loopholes.”

The captain was startled by He’ Yunan’s words.

“Loopholes?”

He Yunan nodded, pointing at the children sitting over there. “Yes, if there were no loopholes, those children wouldn’t be able to get in.”

The captain carefully considered the meaning in the dean’s words and asked, “Do you want to go fix the system now?”

“I’m going right now.”