Not donating kidneys to my cousin, I will be sent to the judgment bench

The trial has officially begun.

The big screen behind me displays my first charge.

My parents sell blood to support my education, but I am not filial or caring for them.

Subsequently, the large screen began playing the video.

In the video, the biological father and mother are wearing washed sweatshirts and worn-out release shoes, eating pickled vegetables with porridge on the construction site.

A phone call rang and my biological father happily answered it.

"Buy the latest mobile phone? How much does it cost? It's okay, it's okay. If someone else has it, my baby must also have it. Wait a minute, I'll give you the money no later than tomorrow..."

He hung up the phone and said to his birth mother, "If the child wants to buy a new phone, other classmates have it. If he doesn't buy it, he will be ridiculed and excluded."

My birth mother gritted her teeth and said, "Buy it, definitely buy it, but our wages won't be received until next month, and the foreman won't provide any advance payment..."

My biological father was smoking a dry cigarette and said, "If it doesn't work, let's go to two more hospitals and a mobile blood donation vehicle..."

Screen conversion.

My birth mother was wearing tattered clothes, her hair was pale, her body was hunched, and her liberation shoes on her feet were all torn.

She carried a tattered woven bag on her back, looking left and right, appearing out of place in front of tall buildings.

She pinched her clothes by the corner, facing the bright sun, and carefully looked at the entrance of a magnificent office building for a long time, only to be chased by the security guard at the entrance time and time again.

Finally, I was dressed in an expensive high-end suit, carrying a luxury brand bag, and walking out in high heels.

She saw me and immediately broke through the obstruction of the security guard, rushing in front of me. Her hand, covered in thick calluses, grabbed my well maintained white and tender hand.

"Fang'er! I am Mom! Mom's precious daughter... Mom has finally found you..."

On the screen, I furrowed my brows and mercilessly shook her away. I took out a tissue from my bag and wiped my dirty fingers.

She got up from the ground, her rough hands desperately rubbing against herself, careful and submissive, afraid of making me unhappy.

"I'm sorry... it's my mother who's not good. She got you dirty and blamed me for it..."

She took out a bag of eggs from her woven pocket that were still stained with feces, but because she had just fallen, half of them had already shattered.

"This is an egg that my mother has been saving for several months, and I couldn't bear to sell it for money. I have carried it for over a thousand kilometers, specifically for you. Don't underestimate it..."

"It's all my fault for accidentally breaking it..."

She took out some dirty and hard Mantou and rubbed them on her body with great treasure.

"It's OK. My Mantou hasn't been damaged, or I would have starved to death..."

And I was just condescending, coldly pushing her away.

"Get out of my way, don't get in my way."

The scene turned and it rained heavily.

My birth mother held up a sign and knelt in the heavy rain, crying and complaining that she had worked tirelessly to raise me and provide me with education. However, I had been away from home for more than a decade and ignored my parents.

They are old and longing for their daughter, hoping that I can recognize her, go home with her, and reunite with the family.

The luxury car I was in drove past her, causing a large splash of water that covered her face with dirty water.

She chased after my car and cried heartily while running.

"Fang'er... my daughter..."

The car slowly came to a stop.

She immediately came over and wanted to kneel down at me in the car.

In the luxury car, I impatiently extended a foot wearing expensive high heels and kicked her away.

"Get lost! If you appear in my sight again, don't blame me for being impolite!"

The scene froze as I stood in a luxury car with a cold expression on my face, falling in the rain with my birth mother and crying at me in embarrassment.

The strong contrast crazily impacts the visual perception of netizens.

"Grass! I can't bear it! This vicious woman should die!"

"How pitiful! The college students who sell blood to donate are simply not human! Don't tarnish our reputation as college students..."

"Defensive... This mother reminds me of my grandmother, tears burst in my eyes..."

"No matter what the reason is, just kick her and she'll die!"

"There's no need for a trial, just sentence her to death!"

“……”

The audience watching on site were in a heated mood, shouting loudly to make my scumbag company go bankrupt and ask the judge to quickly sentence me to death.

Some radical even took off their shoes and threw them at me.

The three people on the plaintiff's bench watched the scene, their lips quietly curling up with a secret sense of pride.

After the law enforcement officers maintained order, I was fitted with a memory extractor.

This is the most advanced instrument in the world, and the extracted memory is absolutely real and cannot be tampered with.

The 100 jurors who had hoped to sentence me to death immediately frowned as my memories were extracted from their computers.

For a long time, everyone looked at each other.

The judge received the final result and dropped the hammer.

"The first charge is not established!"

The barrage exploded instantly.

"How could it be!"

Next, my memory will be made public through the big screen.