1959Siheyuan, a Turnaround

The quilt was bulging and it looked like there was someone inside, but Li Weiguo knew at once with his super strong five senses that there was no one inside.

He snorted coldly and thought to himself: It seems that some people are still restless. Let's see what Yang Qiming wants to do this time.

The next morning, before dawn, Li Weiguo and six other people got up early as usual, washed up simply, and hurriedly left the dormitory.

Unexpectedly, just after they left, Yang Qiming came out of dormitory 301 with a smug smile on his face, looking very happy, completely different from the sneaky look he had last night.

He quietly returned to the dormitory, looked at Chen Yuxuan who was still sleeping soundly, and shook his head proudly, as if announcing his "victory" to the world.

"Hmph, wait till I spread the information in my hands, and Li Weiguo and the others will be punished! By then, will Lin Wanqing still worship him like she does now?"

Yang Qiming whispered to himself, with a vicious light flashing in his eyes.

Little did he know that he was stepping into the trap he had dug himself.

In fact, Li Weiguo vaguely sensed something was wrong as soon as he went out that night.

He could feel that someone was watching them secretly. As for who this person was, he could guess without thinking. It must be Yang Qiming, the only person in the school with whom he had had a conflict.

He knew Yang Qiming's character too well: he was arrogant and mean, and would never let go of any grudge.

What's more, he taught Yang Qiming a lesson in public last time because of Lin Wanqing.

Yang Qiming must have been feeling resentful about the two conflicts and humiliations. Now that they were in a special situation, it was undoubtedly a perfect opportunity for Yang Qiming to take revenge.

That was why Li Weiguo pretended to drop his pen and return to the house, but in fact he was quickly storing the truly important research materials on the table into the system space.

Li Weiguo believes that there is no place safer than his space.

At the same time, Li Weiguo was still cautious.

He knew that if Yang Qiming failed this time, he would definitely not give up and would definitely try his best to do some other tricks.

So, he deliberately placed some design drawings of small toys that everyone tinkered with in their spare time on the table, waiting for Yang Qiming to take the bait.

Although the information in these materials does not have much technical content, the drawings are well drawn at first glance, and various data are marked, so people who are not familiar with the situation can be easily fooled.

Li Weiguo guessed that Yang Qiming would definitely take advantage of the cover of night to sneak into the laboratory like a thief and steal the information.

At that moment, Yang Qiming must have been filled with nervousness and excitement, and his heart might have almost jumped out of his throat. How could he have had the mind to carefully examine the contents of the document?

Perhaps in a panic, Yang Qiming saw the information on the table, glanced through a few pages, and thought he had found a "blockbuster bomb" that could ruin his reputation. Then he could not wait to put it in his arms and hurriedly fled the scene.

Yang Qiming would not notice the strangeness in the information at all, it was because he was not well-trained!

Sure enough, the next morning, Li Weiguo and others got up early as usual and went to the room to do research as usual.

When he opened the door, the documents on the table in the room disappeared as expected, but Li Weiguo knew it clearly.

Yang Qiming had indeed taken the bait, and now all he had to do was wait and see the show.

Before other teammates could react, he quickly walked towards the table. With a thought, the information he had put away yesterday appeared on the table intact.

The whole process went smoothly without any delay, and no one else even noticed anything unusual.

At this time, Yang Qiming was still immersed in the joy of thinking he had succeeded.

He took the so-called "confidential information" and read it over and over again in the dormitory. The more he read, the more he felt that he had a sure win, as if he had already seen Li Weiguo and others being criticized to pieces in front of the principal and became infamous.

Little did he know that he had fallen into the trap carefully designed by Li Weiguo from the very beginning. The "secret" that he regarded as a treasure was nothing but a pile of worthless information.

Yang Qiming was afraid of missing the opportunity, so he couldn't wait to copy the information in his hand several times and spread it out quickly.

He took a quick glance and although he did not fully understand the professional terms and complex data charts, he was certain that these were the "ironclad evidence" that could bring Li Weiguo to ruin.

He quickly found a few classmates who loved to gossip and were very interested in school "gossip", shook the documents in front of them, and described in an exaggerated way how the contents of the documents were explosive.

"Brothers, take a look. I accidentally saw a document. The content here is something that most people have never seen..."

Yang Qiming was talking with saliva flying all over the place. The students' eyes widened as they listened, and they were both surprised and excited, as if they had discovered a new world.

Soon, this mysterious information was quietly spread around the campus, and Yang Qiming was very satisfied with the development of the matter.

He was just waiting for the information to be passed to the teachers and principal of the school. By then, Li Weiguo and his people would be speechless.

The students gathered together during their spare time, whispering to each other and exclaiming from time to time.

"Where did you get this information from? It's too advanced. I haven't even thought of this design..."

"It's so wonderful. These mechanical drawings are so exquisite..."

"Let me see, let me see..."

Yang Qiming stood outside the crowd with a look of gloating in his eyes. He was waiting for the school to announce the punishment and discipline against Li Weiguo and others.

However, one day passed, then two days passed, and the school remained calm, with no sign of punishment for Li Weiguo and others.

Yang Qiming began to feel restless. Every day he moved around the campus like an ant on a hot pan, trying to capture some useful information from his classmates' discussions or teachers' attitudes.

But all he got was endless doubts and growing uneasiness.

"What's going on? Why hasn't the school taken any action yet? Is there something wrong with the information?"

Then he thought it was impossible, the things he stole from that room must be correct.

Yang Qiming looked through the documents in his hand over and over again, his brows furrowed and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

He really couldn't understand why they were so calm when he had clearly stolen the information of Li Weiguo and his group. Did they want to unite and get away with it?

The more Yang Qiming thought about it, the more anxious he became. He had planned so painstakingly and finally got these "evidences". How could he be willing to accept this if he could not get Li Weiguo punished as he wished?

Finally, he gritted his teeth, decided to take the risk, and delivered the things in his hand to the principal's office.

He thought that the principal would not sit idly by when he saw these documents appear on his desk.

So, Yang Qiming sorted out the stolen materials, stuffed them into an envelope, and then sneaked towards the principal's office.

He looked around and made sure that no one was there, then quickly placed the envelope on the principal's desk.

But just as he breathed a sigh of relief, suddenly, a steady and powerful voice came from behind him: "Yang Qiming, what are you doing in my office?"

When Yang Qiming heard this voice, his mind went blank.

He turned around slowly, forced a smile on his face that was uglier than crying, and stammered, "Principal...Principal, I am...I am..."

His brain was working rapidly, trying to come up with a reasonable excuse, but he was so nervous that he forgot the words and could only stand there awkwardly.