Lose 100 million today

Jicheng casually threw the book into the table without any intention of reading it.

In the next class, he just took whatever book he was attending, but he didn't open it at all.

When get out of class was over, there were girls standing not far away, discussing with him, but to his surprise, no one came over.

Jicheng felt annoyed when these people really came.

If they didn't come over, they would save themselves a lot of trouble.

In the last class, he looked sideways at his deskmate.

There are a lot more self-reflections than before, but not even one page is full.

At her pace, she might not be able to finish even the evening self-study.

And this is indeed the case. She did not finish writing the self-reflection letter during the evening self-study.

But she stuffed it casually into her schoolbag and left the classroom without even looking at him.

Jicheng is not narcissistic.

But his appearance is indeed very attractive to girls.

Just look at the class and see the girls from other classes who come to inquire.

"Jicheng-san, which school did you go to before?"

"Jicheng classmate, can we add WeChat?"

"Jicheng-san..."

Ji Cheng frowned and looked at the girls who suddenly came up to him.

"I don't have WeChat." Jicheng said calmly, and quickly passed among the girls relying on his height.

"so hot!"

"His voice is so nice."

"When the injury on his face heals, I think our school's varsity will have to be replaced."

"Although he talks a little and doesn't care about others, he is really handsome!"

-

"Did you know? That transfer student killed someone in his original school."

"What? Kill?"

"real or fake?"

"Didn't you read the school's forum? Someone broke the news..."

"Let me see."

As soon as Chuzheng entered the classroom, she heard these students discussing transfer students.

Completely different from yesterday when I was so excited that I burst into pink bubbles.

Chu Zheng continued writing her self-review regardless of the matter.

When Jicheng came, he saw his deskmate still writing the review.

Judging from the number of lines, she probably didn't write anything when she went back last night.

After he sat down, he noticed that his classmates looked at him in a wrong way, but he didn't think much about it.

Lunch break.

Chuzheng was sitting in the cafeteria eating, when Zhu Zian and a few people came running over in a hurry, scaring the people sitting next to Chuzheng away and taking their seats one after another.

"Hey, elementary school girl, your deskmate is called Jicheng?"

"Seems to be."

"..."

What does it mean?

Haven't you paid attention?

Your deskmate!

She's pretty good-looking, isn't that what you little girls like?

There are girls in their class discussing it.

Chuzheng was busy writing reviews and had no time to pay attention to the transfer students.

"Did you know that it was said on the forum that Jicheng had killed someone?"

"have no idea."

Zhu Zian probably thought of Chu Zheng saying that he didn't have a mobile phone. He took out his mobile phone, clicked it a few times, and put it in front of Chu Zheng.

"Look, elementary school girl."

The title of the post is very eye-catching.

——The true face of transfer students. If you want to know a few things about transfer students, please click on this post.

The post is very long.

Chuzheng gave it a cursory glance.

The general meaning is that Jicheng killed someone in his original school, was expelled from the school, and transferred to their school.

It was said in a matter-of-fact way, as if the poster had seen it with his own eyes.

1st floor: Sofa.

2nd floor: Fire Tongs Liu Ming.

3rd floor: stay

…

Floor 12: Let me go, are transfer students so awesome? Dare to kill anyone!

Floor 14: Don’t you need to go to jail for murder? Is the poster making this up?

Floor 18: But the transfer student did have injuries on his face, and he didn’t say a few words after he came over. He always felt gloomy.

Floor 26: The murderer is in our school. This is too scary!

Floor 39: Did he really kill someone? Why wasn't he arrested? Is it not worth killing someone now?

Chuzheng pushed the phone back and said in a calm tone: "The post only mentioned that he killed someone and was fired. It blurred the key information. It was nothing interesting. It was boring."

Waste of my eating time.

"No, elementary school girl, don't you believe it?"

"A murderer must be punished with a life. He is still at large. Why don't you report him?" Chuzheng suggested.

"..."

Zhu Zian scratched his head: "What key information was blurred?"

"Cause, result."

Why was the person killed and whether the person killed was really dead.

The entire post describes Jicheng's murder and being fired.

Neither of these two points was mentioned.

Zhu Zian couldn't keep up with Chu Zheng's thinking and was very confused.

What is the cause and what is the result?

"Primary school girl, why are you not afraid at all? What if he really kills someone?" Zhu Zian was confused.

"oh."

Just kill.

It's not like you're killing me.

"..."

The elementary school girl is so calm!

As seniors, how could they be so panicked!

Zhu Zian changed the subject after a few words and asked Chuzheng when he was going to buy a mobile phone and add WeChat or something so that he could contact her.

Chuzheng also thinks that she should buy a mobile phone.

Spend money more conveniently.

[Main mission: Please spend five thousand yuan within one hour. 】

Chuzheng: "..."

I just want to eat!

I just want to have a quiet meal!

Damn it, let me watch the murderer.

Damn it, it makes me lose my fortune!

Can't you just let me eat in peace?

Can I stop eating? !

-

Chuzheng returned to the classroom from the cafeteria.

Zhu Zian went to deliver something for her. She walked slowly, and there were not many people on the road at this time.

[Hidden mission: Please get a Jicheng good guy card to prevent Jicheng from going dark. 】

Chuzheng: "..."

damn thing!

[Miss, can you not scold me? 】

Chuzheng said earnestly: "You have to learn to accept it, just like me. If you send me so many messy tasks, I won't accept it either."

[…] Although what the young lady said makes sense, they are completely different things, okay? ?

So angry!

Chuzheng looked around, where was this weakling Jicheng? !

All good guy cards are weak.

There's nothing wrong with being a weak chicken.

There was a distance between the cafeteria and the teaching building. When Chuzheng passed by a small garden, she heard conversations inside.

The sound of conversation was a bit forced.

It was more of humiliation from the boys.

Chuzheng looked around and went around the path.

The first thing she saw was Jicheng. He was standing with his back to her. Opposite him were sophomores in high school. You could tell from the way they wore their school uniforms and their temperament that these students were not good students.

"Killing people, so majestic."

"Tsk, tsk, you look like a pretty boy, and you dare to kill someone. Kill one and show us."

"It doesn't look like this much."

[Little sister, please stand up now, scare them away, and save your good guy card! ! 】

Have a good impression! !

What are you standing looking at!

The boys over there started pushing and pushing as they talked.

Jicheng was pushed by them and staggered, falling onto the bushes nearby.

Just when the boys stepped forward with a smile and were about to continue taking action, the faces of the boys changed at the same time and they took a few steps back.

Jicheng stood up holding on to the bushes. He first raised his hand to straighten his hair that was messed up by the bushes, and then looked at the person opposite.

Chuzheng couldn't see what Ji Cheng had done, but the boys looked at each other, turned around and ran away with expressions on their faces.

[Miss, you have to seize the opportunity! 】The king roared.

Ji Cheng turned around, and a cold light flashed through Chu Zheng's eyes.

What he held in his hand was suddenly a knife.

A folding knife.

Jicheng probably didn't expect there was someone behind him, so he quickly flicked the knife away and put it in his pocket.