bookbashuk Chapter 506 Help him
Chapter 506 Help him
In the principal's office, the atmosphere was as heavy as the depression before a storm.
After Zhang Jianguo mentioned that Yang Qiming might have been to that room, Li Weiguo's brows instantly frowned, and a deep groove appeared between his eyebrows.
He calmed down, raised his head slightly, and said to Principal Wang with a serious look in his eyes, "Principal, if Yang Qiming really went to that room, this matter will be complicated. After all, except for you and Secretary Yang, no one else, not even the teacher, knew that we were researching the topic in that room. How did Yang Qiming know? What is his purpose?"
Li Weiguo's voice was low and hoarse, but it was like a heavy hammer, striking at everyone's heart with every word, causing them to think deeply.
This is where things get complicated. How does Yang Qiming know which room they are in?
What is his purpose? These two questions are thought-provoking.
In fact, Li Weiguo wanted to say something more serious. It was Yang Qiming's fault for looking for trouble and not studying hard, but doing some crooked things.
But everything must be done step by step. Li Weiguo didn't want to scare the principal all of a sudden, nor did he want to immediately expose the fact that he hated Yang Qiming.
When everyone heard this, the angry expressions on their faces instantly subsided, and turned into extremely serious ones, as if covered by a layer of frost.
They knew very well that if this matter involved the leakage of laboratory information, the consequences would be disastrous.
The place where Li Weiguo and others conducted their research was specially found by the school with great pains, and it is located in the most secluded and hidden corner of the campus.
It was an old meeting room, surrounded by green trees. The lush branches and leaves acted like a natural barrier, covering the room tightly.
On weekdays, apart from the occasional bird calls, there is almost no sound from the outside world. This is to provide them with a quiet and good environment so that they can concentrate on studying their subjects.
At the same time, the school also takes into account their unfinished studies and allows them to conduct research within the school, hoping to help them balance the pressure on both sides.
But now, Yang Qiming actually found that place secretly, and sneaked into the room like a ghost to steal information.
This behavior is extremely despicable, like dropping a blockbuster bomb into a calm lake, causing a thousand waves.
When the principal heard what Li Weiguo said, his expression became cold, as if he was instantly covered by a layer of ice.
He pursed his lips, his eyes showing solemnity and determination. The next second he realized that the complexity of the matter was beyond his authority and he could not handle it alone.
So, the principal looked at Secretary Yang and said, "Xiao Yang, go check with them to see if there is any other information missing from the laboratory. This is a big matter, I have to think about what to do!"
The principal's voice was filled with unquestionable authority, yet also a hint of helplessness.
Immediately afterwards, Secretary Yang led Li Weiguo and others and walked quickly towards the laboratory.
Along the way, everyone had a gloomy look on their faces and walked in a hurry. No one was in the mood to speak, and the only sound was the rustling sound of the soles of their shoes rubbing against the ground.
After entering the laboratory, everyone quickly dispersed and ran to their responsible areas, carefully searching every corner and not missing any unusual signs.
File cabinets were opened one by one, drawers were gently pulled out, documents were turned over page by page, everyone held their breath, the atmosphere was as tense as a fully drawn bowstring.
Li Weiguo looked at everyone's nervous expressions and calmly checked the information in his hand.
Although he knew that Yang Qiming had not read the materials, it did not stop him from wanting to teach Yang Qiming a lesson.
Yang Qiming is what people call a scumbag. He has a good life but he insists on seeking trouble.
He had deliberately put away the confidential information on the table and replaced it with their usual extracurricular homework in order to reduce the impact of this incident.
I thought that the information would not cause much trouble, and Yang Qiming would stop and let it go.
Who would have thought that Yang Qiming would go all the way and put the information directly into the principal's office.
Since Yang Qiming himself doesn't want to have an easy life, then he will secretly lend him a helping hand.
Who made him a good man who does good things without leaving his name?
Yang Qiming: …(⊙_⊙;)…You are a very nice person!
As for the principal, after pondering for a moment alone in the office, he slowly dialed the number of his senior leader.
His hand holding the receiver was trembling slightly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, as if the receiver weighed a thousand pounds.
After he reported everything to his leader, he heard the leader's angry voice on the other end of the phone, like thunder exploding in his ears: "Investigate, this matter must be investigated thoroughly! If Yang Qiming has stolen other information, send it directly to the police station. What kind of thing is this? It's really outrageous!..."
The headmaster's eardrums were hurt by the headmaster's roar, and he quickly responded, "Yes, headmaster, rest assured, we will get to the bottom of this matter no matter what."
Not long after, Secretary Yang came back jogging, with beads of sweat on his forehead and his cheeks slightly red.
After he entered the room, he took a few quick breaths, calmed his breathing, and then began to report: "Principal, after checking, the other information is still there, but Li Weiguo is still worried. He is afraid that Yang Qiming has bad intentions. If he records some data and leaks it, then..." The consequences will be unimaginable!
Secretary Yang looked at the principal's expression. He paused and didn't continue speaking. He just raised his head and looked at the principal with worry in his eyes, waiting for the principal's next instructions.
Principal Wang thought of the words of his superior and knew that Yang Qiming would not be able to escape this time.
He sighed secretly, wondering how this kid could have gone down such a wrong path. It would be best if he could explain everything clearly, otherwise he might really end up in jail.
He raised his head slightly and said with a firm look: "Xiao Yang, this matter is of no trivial importance. The leader's meaning is the same as what Li Weiguo said, requiring a strict investigation and severe punishment. It will depend on how serious a crime Yang Qiming has committed. Call the police!" The principal's voice was filled with fatigue and determination.
Secretary Yang went out to make arrangements, and the office suddenly became quiet, with only the principal left.
He slowly walked to the window, put his hands behind his back, looked at the campus scenery outside the window, his eyes full of regret and sadness.
Outside the window, the sun is still shining brightly. Students are laughing and playing in groups of two or three on the playground. Everything seems so vibrant.
But the principal's heart felt heavy, as if a huge rock was pressing on it.
After all, Yang Qiming was still young and his life had just started. It was such a pity that he pushed himself into the abyss because of momentary jealousy and resentment.
At this time, Yang Qiming, who was locked in the conference room, had no idea that the situation outside had become so serious.
He was still immersed in his own fear and regret, pacing back and forth in the conference room like a wounded trapped beast.
The angry face of the principal, the calm expressions of Li Weiguo and others, and the stack of "information" that might doom him kept appearing in his mind.
Every scene was like a steel needle, piercing his heart.
"What should I do? If they find out that I stole the information, my life will be over..."
Yang Qiming muttered to himself, his voice trembling like a fallen leaf in the wind.
He held his head with both hands and pulled his hair hard, trying to calm himself down and think of a remedy, but his mind was blank and there was only endless despair.