The male god ordered me to chase after him

Sang Yang went back late yesterday and disturbed his roommates to sleep. Today, in order to avoid being like yesterday, he ran back to wash up and go to bed as soon as possible as soon as he finished his evening self-study.

At 10:30, the other three teenagers in the same dormitory came back shoulder to shoulder. As soon as Fang Zhiyuan entered the door, he slapped on the light and threw himself onto the bed in the lower bunk, "My mother, I want to kill people, the first class is really not human!" Up."

Meng Qirui also sat on the edge of his bed with a tired face. The nature of high school is completely different from that of junior high school. On the first day, all subjects started to catch up with classes, and the pace was frighteningly fast.

Han Zhe unscrewed the mineral water on the table and filled half a bottle, "It's weird, No.1 in the city is not in our class."

Fang Zhiyuan was overjoyed, "You mean that country bumpkin from Yicheng? He's number one. It's not like you don't know that there are extra points in the senior high school entrance examination. Who can say clearly how much water is mixed with this Jiajia and that Jiajia? The three classes are arranged according to the results of the main subjects, and it is normal to have no points."

Meng Qirui shook his head, "It was the head teacher of class nine who asked him to go there."

"Huh? Is it true or false? If you say you want it, do you really have people going to that class?"

Meng Qirui hooked the corners of his lips with a half-smile, "Don't you know that the head teacher of class nine is the principal's nephew."

Han Zhe was slightly taken aback, "How could this relationship give him the worst class leader?"

"He is not a formal teacher, but a temporary worker who substitutes for a class. It is not bad to be able to lead a poor class."

When Fang Zhiyuan heard the gossip, he suddenly regained his energy, and sat up from the bed, "It's funny, if you want to pass with good grades, it's a bad class or a bad class, who doesn't know that the ninth class is full of unlearned and inexperienced people who can only be smashed." The grandson who uses his parents' money for his appearance."

"And I also heard that the head teacher of Class Nine may have had an accident outside and dropped out of college before finishing his studies. A person like him who wants a degree but no degree, and a diploma without a diploma, could enter high school if it wasn't for his connections. Is it?"

Han Zhe gave a disdainful laugh, and climbed to the upper bunk to get his pajamas down to take a shower. When he saw the person lying on the opposite bunk, he almost fell off the ladder in fright, "When did you come back!"

Sang Yang sat up from the bed with a cold face, "I've been back a long time ago."

When Fang Zhiyuan heard that there was a fourth person in the room, he was also startled. He jumped up from the bed, and saw that there was a person sitting upright on the upper bunk, with the hair on his back, "Fuck, you Did mom do it on purpose? Did she keep quiet and listen to us on purpose? You're so thoughtful!"

"You don't speak ill of others, why are you afraid of others listening?"

"Hey, it's reasonable for you country bumpkin to eavesdrop!"

"I'm a country person, but at least we country people don't speak ill of others behind their backs."

Fang Zhiyuan rolled up his sleeves in anger, "Come down, I'll see if I don't fix you today!"

Sang Yang looked at the three people standing below and confronting him expressionlessly, "Are you going to beat someone for a reason? Good at studies but bad morals, the same is true for class one."

"You have a kind, if you don't come down, I will go up!"

Meng Qirui stopped the person who was about to climb up to the upper bunk, "Forget it, don't invite the housekeeper, we'll talk about it tomorrow if we have something to do."

Han Zhe also came over to persuade Fang Zhiyuan to stop cursing. He also understood that just now they thought there was no one in the dormitory, so they had no scruples when they spoke. It's just that this kid is acting so slipperyly as an undercover agent, he has plenty of ways to deal with him.

Sang Yang lay back on his bed again. No one had ever told him that the difference between people was so great that the things that some people despise the most, for others, almost exhausted all of him. s hard work.Class Nine is very good, Teacher Wei is very good, and the students are also very good, and they will be very good in the future.

The next morning, Sangyang came into work at 06:30. He wiped the blackboard that hadn’t been wiped last night, swept the podium, and went to the canteen to get back the fruit that was borrowed from the owner’s refrigerator yesterday.

At [-]:[-], the students in the class arrived one after another, and he distributed the "night snacks" that had not been distributed yesterday to everyone one by one.

Li Qian still looked like he was fooling around. When he entered the door, he had a chat with Tu Jiaojiao, picked up the juicy big apple on the table, and tossed it back and forth in his hands for a while before looking at the person who was handing out the fruit. , "Morning reading changed to tea party?"

Sang Yang said truthfully, "Teacher Wei said that everyone worked too hard last night for self-study, and bought them specially for us last night as a supper."

Sang Yang spoke loudly, so loud that everyone in the class could hear clearly.

Li Qian put down the apple in his hand, and touched his nose uncomfortably, why didn't he remember that he studied by himself last night?

Chen Wei kept staring at Jiang Cheng, "It's all your fault, you dragged me yesterday and escaped from evening self-study, Teacher Wei must be very angry."

Jiang Cheng calmly peeled the oranges on the table, "Then remember not to go next time."

Chen Wei made him choke for a long time, and he peeled his own orange in frustration, "It's okay if I didn't say it."

"Is the dormitory manager sick? How are the dormitories allocated? There are three in class one and one in class nine. Doesn't this mean that spies are installed?" Cao Bo was also very angry when he heard what Fang Zhiyuan said.

"Han Zhe, make up an idea, we can't live with him forever? How annoying!" Fang Zhiyuan went crazy.

Han Zhe also frowned in annoyance, "It's hard to say, isn't it? What if it spreads that we bully foreigners?"

Cao Bo helped to make up his mind, "Let him go by himself."

Han Zhe was slightly taken aback, "Why let him go by himself?"

Cao Bo and Fang Zhiyuan looked at each other, "If you can't stay any longer, you will leave naturally."

Wei Miao was very happy. He was sure that the students just hadn't adapted to the new semester of high school, because from the second day on, everyone started self-study in the evening without any request from him.The school canteen is very large, and there are many types of breakfast, lunch and dinner, but the staff canteen is very small, so teachers like to wait for the students to eat at school, and then go to the student canteen at a staggered time.

As soon as the evening self-study started, Wei Miao was preparing to go to dinner when the office phone rang, and he picked up the phone to answer it.

"Miaomiao, I brought you dinner at the gate of your school, you come out to eat."

Wei Miao was taken aback for a moment, answered, quickly put down the phone, and walked outside the school. When she got out of the school gate, she saw her mother waiting outside with a lunch box.

Wei's mother used red lotus root stewed pig's trotters. As soon as the lunch box was opened, the aroma wafted far away.

"Mom, there is a cafeteria in the school. I can eat in the cafeteria. You don't have to go all the way to school. When I was studying, you brought me meals every day. Now that I'm at work, do you still plan to bring me meals every day? "

The mother and son sat on a flower bed with people on their backs. Wei's mother smiled and said, "In my mother's eyes, you are still a child even in your [-]s and [-]s. The school cafeteria can't be as good as your own home."

Wei Miao knew that she couldn't hold back, so she just ate and didn't speak.

Wei's mother felt that her son was getting thinner again every day, "Miaomiao, is it tiring to be the head teacher? Are the students obedient?"

Wei Miao nodded hurriedly, "Be obedient, I don't have many classes, I just go around the class for morning reading and evening self-study, it's no big deal."

Wei's mother was a little relieved, "The high school children are older, and they are more sensible than the junior high school. They know how to study, and the teacher can't be too big."

The pig's trotters were so badly stewed that the tendons were gone from the bones and almost melted in the mouth. The lotus root was delicious and sweet. Wei Miao was eating deliciously. Wei's mother suddenly took out an ID card from her pocket and said to herself, "I don't know. Who is so careless that he doesn't even know that his ID card has been dropped."

Wei Miao glanced at the photo on the document, and before he could swallow the soup in his mouth, he choked and coughed repeatedly.

Wei's mother hurriedly handed him the handkerchief, and Wei Miao's eyes almost grew on the ID card, "Mom, where did you pick it up?"

"It's right at the entrance of the Central Hospital."

When Wei Miao heard this, she frowned worriedly. Is the hospital... sick?

Mother Wei saw her son in a daze, "Miaomiao, what's wrong with you? Do you know this person?"

Wei Miao nodded, "Yes, he is the parent of a student in my class."

Mother Wei was surprised when she heard that, "Is the child so old at such a young age?"

"No, it's the student uncle."

"That's right, I also said that I will hand it over to the police station tomorrow!"

Wei Miao wiped his hands and took the ID card handed over by his mother. His face was fine, but his fingertips were burning. The owner of the ID card was named Bo Wenzhou.

Wei Miao knew that he must be in a hurry to lose his ID card during work, so he went to the classroom as soon as he came back. Chen Wei was not there, and only Jiang Cheng was in his seat. He called people to the office and told about it without thinking.

Jiang Cheng didn't take it seriously, "I can't remember his phone number, put the things here first, I'll call him when I go back, and tell him to come and get it himself."

Wei Miao was silent for a moment, "Then I'll call him directly. I'll look for it. Last time he came to help Chen Wei write the application, he should have a phone number."

Of course Jiang Cheng had no objection, "Okay, tell me if you can't find it."

Seeing him turn around to leave after finishing speaking, Wei Miao couldn't help asking, knowing that he shouldn't, "Is your uncle all right?"

Jiang Cheng looked at the head teacher who was hesitant to speak, without knowing why, "What's wrong?"

Wei Miao shook her head, "My mother said that she picked up the ID card at the entrance of the hospital."

Jiang Cheng raised his eyebrows in surprise, this kind of concern seems to have surpassed that of ordinary parents of students.

Wei Miao regretted it after asking, but he tried not to show a guilty conscience in front of the students. He didn't know why, but he always felt that this person was so sensitive that he was afraid.

Jiang Cheng hooked the corners of his lips, and gave him a sharp smile that knew everything, and deliberately put it off, "You can ask him directly, he has recently encountered a big trouble, and he is in a state of desperation."