The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

Zhao Heng, the son of Zhao Hongzhi, is a young man in his early twenties. His outstanding appearance is like a shining star, while his maturity and wisdom beyond his age are like the deep ocean, difficult to measure.

Under the influence of his police father, Zhao Heng has long been instilled with the seeds of his relentless pursuit of justice and truth. Zhao Heng is diligent and studious, with outstanding academic performance. He has made great progress and was successfully admitted to a prestigious university, majoring in law.

On campus, he is like a shining star, actively participating in various moot courts and debates. With his outstanding logical thinking and eloquent eloquence, he has repeatedly won the championship in fierce competition. He is not only free to swim in the ocean of theoretical knowledge, but also good at applying what he has learned to the analysis of actual cases.

Zhao Heng is as calm as a mountain and good at thinking, like a tranquil lake. He can calmly analyze problems and come up with unique insights. He has great respect for his father's profession and deeply understands the hardships and responsibilities involved.

Although he has not officially entered the police or legal profession, Zhao Heng has a strong interest in criminal psychology and criminal investigation. He often immerses himself in the world of related books and studies various cases in depth. He hopes to become a mainstay in maintaining social fairness and justice like his father in the future.

Today, Zhao Heng entered the university classroom as usual, ready to start his journey of knowledge exploration. The class bell rang melodiously, and the teacher's crisp voice of calling the roll echoed in the classroom.

"Xie Xuan'an." The teacher's voice was like an echo in a valley, rippling in the classroom.

The moment Zhao Heng heard the name, it was as if a flash of lightning had passed through his heart. He was instantly shocked and looked around hurriedly. His eyes shuttled quickly in the classroom like lightning, as anxious as looking for an oasis in the vast desert, wanting to find the owner of that name.

Finally, his sight fixed on a figure. It was a boy with skin as white as snow, sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and his facial lines were smooth and delicate as if they were carefully carved. His high nose bridge was like a towering mountain, and his slightly upturned lips were like a crescent moon, adding a bit of handsomeness and unruliness to his face. He sat quietly in the corner of the classroom, exuding an irresistible mysterious temperament, and his seemingly calm expression seemed to hide endless mysteries.

Zhao Heng's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and his mind flashed through all his father's descriptions of Xie Xuan'an. He tried to calm his pounding heart and tried to calm himself down, but he kept thinking in his mind whether this was an incredible coincidence or if they were really the same person.

The class time is as boring as a desert, as if every minute and every second is tormenting everyone's patience.

As soon as the bell rang, Zhao Heng was like an arrow shot from a bow and began to ask the students around him for Xie Xuan'an's contact information. However, he asked one student after another, but all he got were confused shakes of the head and categorical denials. It seemed that Xie Xuan'an was like a vague phantom, and no one knew any of his contact information. He was like a mysterious passerby, leaving a hurried figure in this class, but without leaving any traces to track.

Zhao Heng did not give up and made full use of the precious time between classes to look for people who might know about Xie Xuan'an's situation. He kept moving around in the classroom, corridors, and even the quiet garden of the school, asking every classmate who might be able to help, but the results were always disappointing.

Just when Zhao Heng felt hopeless and was about to give up, a classmate named Yi Shou appeared in front of him like a savior. Yi Shou had an unfathomable smile on his face, and that smile seemed to hide endless secrets.

He looked at Zhao Heng's anxious look with interest, and said slowly: "I know you are struggling to find Xie Xuan'an's contact information. I can provide you with his WeChat."

Zhao Heng's eyes instantly lit up with a blazing fire of hope. He was as anxious as an ant on a hot pot and asked quickly, "Really? Thank you so much! How did you know I was looking for him?"

Yikari shrugged lightly and answered slowly: "I just overheard your anxious inquiry to others, and I happen to have his WeChat. But I am very curious, why are you so obsessed with him?"

Zhao Heng hesitated for a moment, and finally decided not to reveal anything about his father for the time being. He just said vaguely: "I just think he is different and I am eager to get to know him."

Yi Shou didn't ask any more questions and told Zhao Heng Xie Xuan's WeChat ID as if it were a precious treasure.

Zhao Heng was overjoyed, and his heart was filled with mixed emotions of expectation and doubt. He had no idea what kind of confusing story would be revealed through this WeChat account.

When Zhao Heng's friend request was sent to Xie Xuan'an's WeChat, Xie Xuan'an was sitting quietly in a remote corner of the library, holding a profound and obscure philosophy book in his hands devoutly. His mobile phone screen suddenly lit up, and the notification sound broke the silence around him.

Xie Xuanan put down the book in his hand that seemed to carry the secrets of the universe, picked up his phone, and saw Zhao Heng's application message. A trace of doubt and vigilance flashed in his eyes. He had no impression of this unfamiliar name, as if he was facing an unknown fog.

He carefully studied Zhao Heng's brief and vague self-introduction in his application, and a wave of annoyance surged in his heart. "Another inexplicable person." He muttered in a low voice, his voice full of dissatisfaction and resistance.

Xie Xuan recalled the various troubles and unpredictable uncertainties in his life recently. He decided not to let any strangers easily break into his world. He knew that adding an unknown person to his WeChat friends list was like adding a bomb that might explode at any time, full of potential troubles and risks.

So, he clicked the reject button without hesitation, his action was so decisive, as if this would keep possible troubles away forever. Then, he put the phone screen down heavily on the table, picked up the philosophy book again, and tried to focus on the profound words in the book again.

After a few seconds, Xie Xuan'an's brows were furrowed like a knotted rope, and his eyes revealed deep alertness and anxiety, like a wounded beast. He sat on the chair, leaning forward slightly, one hand unconsciously rubbing the corner of his clothes, as if there was a manic rabbit in his heart, constantly tumbling and jumping.

"Who is this Zhao Heng? Why did he suddenly add me as his friend?" He thought to himself and decided to ask his familiar classmates about the situation. In the classroom, he seemed to be chatting with his classmates casually, but in fact, he was keenly observing every subtle reaction of the other party, not missing any possible useful information.

"Have you heard of Zhao Heng?" Xie Xu'an asked casually, but his eyes were fixed on his classmate's face like iron hooks, trying to catch even the slightest sign of something unusual.

The classmate had a confused look on his face, his eyes full of fear and confusion, and he shook his head in panic, which made Xie Xuan'an even more uneasy, as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.

Back in the dormitory, Xie Xuanan sat at his desk, his face as gloomy as the sky before a storm. He bit his lips, his teeth leaving deep marks on them, and all kinds of possible bad situations kept flashing through his mind. Worried that Zhao Heng would try to contact him through other means, he immediately opened WeChat settings, swiped his fingers across the screen as fast as the wind, and changed a series of privacy options.

Beads of sweat oozed from his forehead, and his expression was tense and focused, as if he was performing a life-or-death operation. He turned off the function of adding friends by searching through mobile phone numbers and WeChat accounts, and also restricted strangers from viewing his Moments. After doing all this, he breathed a sigh of relief, but the worries in his heart did not completely dissipate like smoke.

"What have I done recently that attracts attention?" Xie Xuan'an held his head in his hands, thinking painfully, trying to recall his every move. His eyes were sometimes confused like a lamb lost in the fog, and sometimes as firm as steel. He vowed that in the days to come, he must act low-key like an invisible man and not attract anyone's special attention.

Whether in the colorful activities on campus or in the complicated social occasions in daily life, he would always be like a transparent shadow, quietly avoiding contact with others' eyes.

Walking on the quiet path of the campus, he lowered his head deliberately to avoid every possible gaze, as if he was avoiding an invisible pursuit.

Back in the dormitory, Xie Xuan'an opened his other social media accounts again, staring at the screen with his eyes, as if he could see through it. He carefully examined every piece of content and personal information he posted, his expression sometimes solemn like dark clouds, sometimes hesitant like leaves swaying in the wind, and he did not hesitate to clean up and hide those traces that might expose too much personal privacy, as if he was fighting a thrilling silent battle with an invisible and powerful enemy.