The Retired CEO's Guide To Being Spoiled-Chapter 247: A Thug in Pink Makeup

Julian Sterling’s sharp and completely unexpected question instantly caused that male student to freeze, entirely flustered and at a loss for how to explain himself reasonably. While he still could not find the words to answer, the girl in the corner of the room spoke up, her tone incredibly clear: "Chastity, in both its literal and figurative senses, is precisely the quality of being loyal, upright, and the absolute purity within a person’s soul."

"Oh, so it is the quality of loyalty and purity. Then please let me ask you, I was kidnapped by a gang of cruel thugs, being touched by them for a bit, did my previously existing good qualities immediately and completely change?"

"Do you mean to say that simply because of that one touch, I would also automatically transform into a vicious thug exactly like them? If I had truly transformed into a violent thug as your words implied, then with all the insults you have hurled so far, you definitely would not be able to stand here peacefully and intact to open your mouth and abuse me like this."

Having said this, Julian Sterling’s pale lips even deliberately curled up, blooming into a cold, mocking smile. This action made the girl in the corner find the situation so amusing that she had to let out a soft chuckle. The words Julian Sterling spoke were the absolute truth.

If simply due to the sheer bad luck of being touched by kidnappers, one immediately lost their humanity and became the type of absolute scum at the very bottom of society exactly like them, then Julian Sterling would rather directly charge forward and beat the absolute bastard standing in front of him to death just to spare his own eyes. Otherwise, where would Julian Sterling get the patience and energy to sit still and endure it, listening to those utterly offensive, outrageously unreasonable arguments?

"That is not the kind of chastity I meant!" The male student grew so furious that his face flushed completely red, screaming at the top of his lungs. He absolutely did not want to talk about whatever bullshit moral virtues of humanity they were deliberately leading the conversation toward!

"Yeah, I know that is not what you meant. Because from the very beginning, you were merely attempting to force the most archaic, toxic, and narrow-minded feudal ideologies onto me." Julian Sterling raised his eyebrows, letting out a soft sneer filled with pure contempt. The ways of the world were truly hard to predict.

Julian Sterling was standing in a modern university, surrounded by intellectual students, yet for some inexplicable reason, there existed people harboring such warped, conservative ideologies to the point of sheer cruelty like this.

Julian Sterling took half a step forward, glaring fiercely straight into the other party’s eyes, articulating every single word with absolute clarity: "Let us use your logic to analyze this. If I am a victim kidnapped by others, and merely being touched a little by those men immediately made me irredeemably filthy and dirty as you claim."

"Then where exactly does the origin of that filth come from? Does that not directly prove that those men themselves are the most utterly filthy things in this world? And if they are already filthy things that defile others, then there is absolutely no need for them to continue existing in this world anyway."

"Since they are so filthy, they should all just go drop dead together. You also bear the male gender exactly like them, you also carry that same filth on your body, so you should also hurry up and go die so that this world can be entirely clean."

Having finished speaking that lengthy tirade, Julian Sterling did not step back in the slightest but instead arrogantly tilted his chin up a little. His gaze was incredibly firm, as if he were genuinely waiting for that young man to feel so deeply ashamed that he had to commit suicide right on the spot to prove his very own theory.

His resilient, feisty, yet somewhat arrogant demeanor at this moment truly made the girl who had been speaking up for justice all this time unable to hold back any longer. She clutched her stomach and burst out laughing aloud right in the middle of the intensely tense lecture hall.

Initially, when she saw him crying, she originally assumed that this male student was inherently weak-natured, completely incapable of withstanding the crushing pressure of the surrounding public opinion.

Meanwhile, she herself was extremely disgusted and utterly unaccustomed to hearing those foul words and witnessing the bullying of the weak, which was exactly why she decided to step forward to defend him and speak reason. She truly never expected that, hidden behind those tears, this person was actually someone with an incredibly fascinating and razor-sharp personality.

"Hurry up! According to your theory, a victim like me who is touched by filthy things should feel so utterly humiliated that I must seek death."

"Then why does the filthy thing that created the root cause refuse to die? You are also a man, you are also classified into that group of filthy things, you should hurry up and set an example. What is wrong, why are you standing there frozen? Or is it that you want to do it but do not have the tools readily available in your hands?"

Julian Sterling spoke with a freezing cold voice while his eyes curved into a faint, mocking smile. He slowly reached one hand into the small canvas bag placed neatly on the surface of his study desk. It was a specialized bag used to store the small art supplies of an art student.

Very swiftly, his movement pulled out a red, rectangular plastic object of a rather compact size. Accompanied by a chilling clicking sound echoing in the silent space, after Julian Sterling used his thumb to flick open the safety lock, a sharp metal box cutter blade instantly popped out, flashing a glint of freezing cold light under the lecture hall lights.