Feminism and donkeys

Today's report is particularly eye-catching.

# A certain 985 teacher in a college was prosecuted for drug production#

But there are too many news every day, like a stone thrown into the sea, with only a little splash, it will soon be submerged in the entertainment gossip of countless celebrity scandals.

Although Xunhui has spent money to buy Hot Search, the sound is still not loud enough.

It is said that 20 turns can achieve public opinion processing, but the current data is far from enough.

Although Zhimai was disappointed, he was very calm, which was one of the expected results.

She found a classmate who is a reporter and asked to report the matter on her behalf.

The reporter classmate readily agreed, but at the same time he didn't understand: "It's just your senior sister, is it worth all the hard work?"

Zhimai just smiled and said nothing.

Although it failed to cause an uproar immediately, she did not give up her footsteps.

She found Qingxuan's boss, but was declined: "I have done everything I can, and I have given all the materials I can show, and the rest can only be left to fate."

She went on to find Qingxuan's doctoral supervisor, begging him to lend a helping hand.

But Director Yang sighed and shook his head after hearing this, and said something plausible: "It's not that I don't want to help, but this matter is beyond my control."

Her mentor also advised her to stop.

She faintly felt something, but still ignored it.

She went to colleges and found an organization - Young Marx Feminist.

As soon as I entered the Marx Institute, I heard a heated argument from a classroom deep in the corridor:

"Revolution is not about treating guests to dinner. It's not about talking about family affairs by saying that the public is right and the woman is right. Detours in women's rights will cause huge losses, and even plunge women's future into darkness again."

A student in a red down jacket was indignant and looked passionate.

Another student, who simply tied his hair up, crossed his arms and sneered, "Then whose method is right, whose path is right?

Since there is no absolutely correct path and fixed pattern, repeated practice and crossing the river by feeling the stones are the best way! "

Zhimai only heard the second half, and didn't understand what they were arguing in front of them, so he just found a seat in the back and sat down.

She doesn't wear glasses, so she can't see the debates written on the whiteboard today.

She knew that the debate would be organized today, and picked this time to come.

There are not many people in the classroom, only dozens of them.A small number of men, most of them are women.

Maybe they entered the free debate session. They stood up and sat down, blushing and slamming each other with thick necks.

Zhimai repeatedly typed out the manuscript, thinking about her speaking skills, and she had to persuade these people as quickly as possible.

There is no other way. For the time being, she can only trust these staunch believers who are anxious for justice and their old-fashioned heart to plead for the people.

Zhimai hopes to gain the solidarity and support of these people.

Fighting together in a team is better than going it alone.

"Everyone, please stay."

When they were almost done and were about to leave, Zhimai stood up.

"I apologize for taking a few minutes of everyone's time."

"My senior sister, Qingxuan, is currently detained on suspicion of drug production because of producing psychotropic drugs, and she is going to be tried in court next month."

"But she's really innocent."

Zhimai explained what happened in an orderly manner.

Seeing that no one responded, he hurriedly turned over the backpack and took out the paper materials with fingers stiff from the cold.

"If you don't believe me, I have the relevant materials of the case here to prove it. Please help us."

Silence, still silence.

Dozens of pairs of eyes stared straight at Qingxuan, with puzzlement, doubt, and surprise, with different expressions, as if they were looking at some strange species.

Zhimai was not afraid. She straightened her back and held up the report on her mobile phone to meet these gazes.

But as the silence passed, she became more and more desperate, and there was still no response, and someone even picked up the backpack and left.

Her limbs and body gradually turned cold, maybe she took this step wrong after all.

"What do you mean?" Finally, a student asked after a long silence.

The student with the ponytail suddenly said, "The article I reposted today should be what she said, and the process was quite detailed."

The students present took out their mobile phones one after another.

A few minutes later, the crowd became heated, and the people around looked at each other and whispered to each other, and started a low-pitched discussion.

"It turned out to be an artificial womb?"

"Funny, according to this judgment, does it mean that all pharmaceutical companies and hospitals don't need to develop new drugs?"

"If this is the case, the case should be withdrawn at the stage of filing the case."

The student in the red down jacket looked up from the phone, frowning: "This is unreasonable, are you hiding something?"

She didn't fully believe Zhimai's statement.

"If this is the case, then from the public security organs to the supervisory organs, they will definitely lift Qingxuan's coercive measures after confirming the evidence."

But why didn't he let him go?

Now that it has reached the trial stage, is there any illegal fact in it?

Everyone fell silent and looked at Zhimai unanimously.

"No, no." Zhimai shook his head vigorously, crying, "Senior sister has had a urine test and has no history of drug use. The chemicals produced are only a few grams before they are sent to the other side of the ocean. When passing customs, they are also treated according to special regulations. Drug registration, things have a complete chain of whereabouts and proper use procedures."

"I am more puzzled than you as to why she has been imprisoned until now."

Zhimai shed tears, weeping blood every word.

"If you still don't believe it, you can ask a lawyer to verify the evidence."

After listening, the red down jacket spread out his hands a few seconds later, and continued to ask: "I don't understand, so what exactly do you want us to do?"

What is the significance of her coming here? Could it be that she wants to unite them to present a case to the judge?Write a joint book like a movie?

But it didn't work.

"Idiot, she must have come here out of desperation, what else do you think we can do?" The student with the ponytail rolled his eyes and walked towards Zhimai, "I followed up her case, I know what you said it is true."

After she opened her mouth, people echoed her.

"I also think that free participation in the research of artificial uterus is great in itself, and being imprisoned should not be the end of researchers."

"Boundaries have a lag."

"There are a lot of borderline cases, and there is a fine line between light and serious, yes and no."

Zhimai's whole body shook, from despair to seeing the light in just a few seconds.

But the trust of a few people moved her so much.

She shrunk her shoulders and wept with joy: "Thank you, thank you."

Desperate, she won this time.

Just tonight, many young Marxist feminists reposted the report, and organized college students from all over the country to come out in support. They questioned why college teachers have been detained so far, and which points of the evidence they submitted were inconsistent, and they asked for an explanation.

Things continued to ferment online.

Zhimai forwards posts every day, or comments on other popular microblogs with links.

But only a small part of the attention has been attracted, and the vast majority of people are skeptical and choose to continue to wait and see.

After a long silence, the matter was pushed up and down again, ups and downs, ups and downs, ups and downs.

Silence is the majority.

Time is running out, and Zhimai spends every day answering netizens with his mobile phone, his voice is small and weak, but he never stops.

If you don't forget it, there will be echoes, and she believes that doing so must be useful.

One day, the red down jacket came to her: "Someone helped you change the entries and articles, and you have to walk the rest of the way by yourself."

Zhimai suddenly raised his head: "What?"