The teacher from Peking University looked even happier after securing two people without any effort, and was in the mood to joke with us:

“Are you two... together?”

“No.”

“Almost...”

I looked at Li Shiqing in surprise. He unconsciously averted his gaze, his ears turning red.

Teacher Zhang and Teacher Lin from Peking University both started laughing.

I looked at them, contemplated for a moment, and chose to speak:

“Teacher Lin, Teacher Zhang... I have something to say.”

As calmly and clearly as possible, I recounted everything.

About the beatings and the verbal abuse, almost being restricted from going to school, nearly being trafficked...

And also, about the women being held captive in the village.

This was supposed to be a happy day, but after I finished speaking, everyone present was silent.

Teacher Zhang already had tears in her eyes.

“Xiaohong... you...”

I shook my head and told Teacher Zhang I was fine.

“Teachers, I want to do something, but I need your help.”

“Zhang Hong...” Li Shiqing, who was sitting next to me, held my hand.

“Don't forget who I am, I can help you too...”

“Student Zhang, as expected from a student of Peking University,” Teacher Lin also spoke up, “showing the spirit of Peking University over the past century.”

“Teacher Lin...” I looked at him, “If I still have the chance, I will definitely go to Peking University... If...”

“Ah, don't say things like that. Since you chose Peking University, Peking University is your support.”