Noon. The scorching sun blazed outside the Wanqing First People’s Hospital, room 306.
Soft incandescent light quietly spilled down the corridor, a busy area in this hospital.
Jiang Chi carried a basket of fresh fruit, his footsteps steady but purposeful as he approached a certain hospital room door and pushed it open to enter.
“Hey, kid! You dare steal my red? Just wait!!”
“What, you’re just a grade schooler? If you can’t fight, then don’t!”
“Always whining and complaining, huh!”
Getting heated!
As soon as the door was pushed open slightly, a rapid-fire stream of trash talk spilled out from inside, so practiced it seemed instinctual.
Jiang Chi’s lips twitched slightly.
For some reason, the tone of those insults felt strangely familiar.
The teenager on the hospital bed paid no mind to the IV drip still attached to his arm; both hands frantically operated on the phone screen, fingers sliding and clicking with agility, words flowing non-stop like a barrage of bullets.
Noticing Jiang Chi’s arrival, Ji Yuetian didn’t pause his movements, just glanced over and pointed at the chair beside the bed, mumbling, “Jiang Chi, you’re here? Come, come, sit down.”
“I sent my parents away on purpose, so now it’s just the two of us here. Tell me, what’s your plan from now on?”
“That knife wound can’t just be for nothing.”
“You absolutely have to help me find a way to get Long Yilong locked up for a while!”
Jiang Chi shook his head helplessly and set the basket of fruit on the nearby table.
Even with his calm temperament, he couldn’t help but marvel at how thick-skinned Ji Yuetian was—he’d been stabbed, yet acted like nothing happened.
“Wait for the wind.”
He sat down in the chair, took an apple from the basket, and handed it over to Ji Yuetian.
The latter took it without hesitation, wiped it on his clothes without washing, then started crunching down.
“Wind? What wind?” Ji Yuetian mumbled, munching the apple.
“What’s your goal?” Jiang Chi shifted gears and suddenly asked.
“I told you—get Long Yilong thrown in the slammer. If possible, lock him up for a few years,” Ji Yuetian scratched his head. “But I also know the Federation is strict about minors. A few years is unrealistic, but a few months in a juvenile detention center should be doable.”
“So you only want those two locked up for a few years?”
Sensing Ji Yuetian’s confusion, Jiang Chi wiped the apple with a wet wipe and spoke quietly.
“That’s easy. Very easy. Minors stabbing others is intentional injury, which according to Huayuan Federation’s sentencing standards means three to six months… Plus the power of public opinion online, five months’ sentence is unavoidable.”
“But… what happens after that?”
Ji Yuetian was momentarily stunned.
His mind was full of avenging his own gang and saving face; he hadn’t considered what would come next.
Jiang Chi took a small bite of the now-clean apple.
“First, those two will be locked in juvenile detention.”
“Then, our school alley loses two thugs, but soon other thugs will fill their spots.”
“After five months, Long Yilong gets out of juvenile detention. For them, those five months are just five months of free government meals, with no psychological burden.”
“They’ll become even more brazen, even more reckless—because they’re minors, the police can’t touch them, the law can’t touch them, and neither can the Federation.”
“Ji Yuetian, what do you think your crusade against the thugs looks like?”
Jiang Chi asked himself, then answered: “Batman. Fighting crime, but never thinking about eradicating crime.”
“Have you ever thought about changing anything?”
The boy’s deep blue eyes were dark and profound, seeming far more mature and composed than Ji Yuetian.
“Uh… this…”
Ji Yuetian widened his eyes, speechless.
It seemed Jiang Chi was right: Long Yilong would be locked up for five months, then come out again to wreak havoc.
The Huayuan Federation’s protection of minors was so strict, even the guilds couldn’t compare.
They poured billions into the budget every year; someone once joked that if this money was spent on military, hitting some oil-rich little country might even halve domestic fuel prices.
“But… but… you can’t just do nothing, right!” Ji Yuetian grit his teeth. “It’s just magic fights, who isn’t a minor? Once I heal…”
Wait.
Suddenly, Ji Yuetian snapped to attention and noticed Jiang Chi’s earlier words: “Have you ever thought about changing anything?”
Clearly there was a deeper meaning.
Change? Change what?
“Jiang Chi, what exactly do you want to do?”
“Wait for the wind.”
“Wind? What wind! Stop being so cryptic!”
“Just wait. Wait for the wind…”
“Sorry, this area is restricted. Patients’ families asked that no outsiders enter…”
At that moment, a nurse’s voice came from outside the door, mingled with other voices.
“We are the Minor Protection Organization. We have an appointment for an interview.”
“What…?”
Ji Yuetian was still dazed and hadn’t caught on, but Jiang Chi stood up, casually tossed the apple core into the trash, and pressed a note filled with tiny handwriting into Ji Yuetian’s palm.
“The wind of public opinion has arrived.”
Jiang Chi patted Ji Yuetian’s shoulder, opened the door wide, and the journalists, who identified themselves as from the Minor Protection Organization, were allowed in.
“Ji Yuetian, could you share your thoughts on the Federation’s upcoming amendment to the Minor Protection Law?”
A reporter raised a microphone nearly pressing it against Ji Yuetian’s face.
“…Ah.”
Ji Yuetian stumbled for a moment, then recalled the contents of the note in his palm, composing himself.
“The Minor Protection Law is a comprehensive legal framework for the rights and protections of minors, clearly stipulating their rights, basic principles of protection, and the responsible parties.”
“But in recent years, some minors have become increasingly brazen under legal protection. I believe…”
*****
Without further ado, Ji Yuetian eloquently spoke before the reporters, analyzing the situation and offering his opinions.
Meanwhile, Jiang Chi slung his bag over his shoulder and walked against the flow of people leaving the hospital.
The Minor Protection Organization, as the name suggests, pushes for safeguarding minors’ personal safety, but they do not blindly support minors—they also supervise and restrain them.
In recent years, incidents involving minors assaulting or even killing others have been frequent.
The new amendment to the Minor Protection Law has the support of this organization and various social sectors.
Of course, where there is support, there is also opposition.
This time, Jiang Chi took advantage of the opportunity to contact the organization, hoping to generate public support and build momentum.
Strike the snake at its seven-inch—this is a principle Jiang Chi learned from books.
Instead of letting those two only spend five months in juvenile detention, it’s better to elevate the matter to the social and legal level, leveraging public opinion to perhaps push the amendment into law.
Shaking his head to set the matter aside, Jiang Chi checked the time: 14:36.
Come to think of it, neither Qingchan nor he had classes this afternoon.
Perfect timing to go see Qingchan—no, to see his own little girlfriend.
With that thought, a gentle warmth flickered in the young man’s eyes.
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