A cannon fodder rival dressed as school grass

Here Xu Xuehai figured out the reason, and his always smiling face became extremely heavy: "How can you accuse people at will without knowing the situation? Ge Ming, as the deputy squad leader, how can you do such a thing? "

Ge Ming was so angry, this was the first time Xu Xuehai showed disappointment towards him, he couldn't help but forcefully said: "But the monitoring is very likely to be destroyed by Zhuang Shen..."

Zhuang Shen was downloading the file, raised his head and said, "Monitoring..."

"The monitoring has been fixed."

Before he could finish speaking, a deep and familiar voice completely covered his speech.

Shen Wen, who was standing next to him just now, sat back to his seat at some point.

He had a small notebook on his desk, fingers on the keyboard, and pressed the last key.

Jiang Huai took the USB flash drive he took off, ran to the podium, clicked on the multimedia, and played a video inside.

Everyone was wondering, Zhuang Shen immediately realized that what was playing on it was the one they saw in the monitoring room!

The surveillance started just as Zhuang Shen walked out of the classroom.

There was no pause or a black screen, and the video continued to display. Soon, several people came in from the back door, and the leader was very obvious, Huangmao!

The few of them moved very quickly, and wiped it messily with blackboard brushes. They were still chatting, with malicious smiles on their faces, and the hearts of those who watched were numb.

Now many people exploded: "Do these people in Class Nine deserve a beating?!"

"Fuck! They wiped the blackboard and deliberately destroyed the monitor! It's too much!"

"I can't bear it, what do they think of our class?!"

Ge Ming sat on the seat blankly, staring blankly at the monitor on the screen, his face was pale, and his back was constantly sweating.

Thinking of myself taking the lead in saying that Zhuang Shen directed and acted himself, my heart beat like thunder. I couldn't imagine what Xu Xuehai would think of him, whether he would no longer trust him because of this, and even punish him.

The video file on Zhuang Shen's phone had just been successfully downloaded, but he didn't click on it, and turned to look at Shen Wen.

Shen Wen closed the notebook and casually threw it into the desk, still looking careless.

How long did it take Shen Wen to resume monitoring just now?

Just a few sentences, maybe less than a minute.

The message came again on the phone.

Xue: [how is it? 】

Zhuang Shen replied to him: [It's useless, you're too slow. 】

Xue: […]

Xue: [I didn't have time to read the news just now, otherwise it would have passed to you within a minute. 】

Zhuang Shen turned off his mobile phone, Xu Xuehai didn't expect the conflict between the two classes to turn into this.

It's okay to destroy the blackboard newspapers of other classes who are going to participate in the evaluation, and deliberately destroy the monitoring and put the blame on others!He thought the fights were serious enough, but he didn't expect these students to be so calculating!

If Zhuang Shen can't draw and no one helps him, what will happen?

If one of his students is insane because of this kind of thing, and even leaves a shadow...

The more Xu Xuehai thought about it, the more anxious he became, and he couldn't stay still. He picked up the lesson plan and prepared to talk to Director Jiang.

Xu Xuehai left in a hurry, and the tenth class couldn't sit still.

They don't study much at ordinary times, so they play a lot together. The young people always develop friendship after playing. The people in the class don't say how united they are, but there is still a sense of community.

The people in Class Nine did this kind of low-level work that lowered the face of their class. Many boys stood up angrily: "Are those people in the classroom? I want to beat them up now to vent my anger."

"How could they go to study by themselves at night, if they want to fight tomorrow, count me in!"

"And I!"

Most of the boys raised their hands in response. At this moment, a boy suddenly jumped out, stood in front of Zhuang Shen, and scratched his head in embarrassment: "Before I was led by the group, and I said bad things about you, I said I'm sorry, don't worry about it, brother, your blackboard poster today is really beautiful, my mother is praising it when she sees it."

Zhuang Shen slightly raised the corner of his lower lip, his eyebrows lightened, and he nodded: "Well, it's okay."

This time, several boys also followed him to apologize, and they all said it directly: "I was blind at the time and thought you were deliberately against our class, so I also apologize!"

"I'm so sorry buddy, I will definitely not follow suit next time, and I will believe that anonymous speeches are pigs!"

Zhuang Shen had never experienced such a scene.

These boys would bristle at threats to their class honors and would admit they were wrong when they knew they had done something wrong.

Although he just transferred to this class, Zhuang Shen felt that this class was more vivid than the class he had been in for two years.

Some weird feelings came to my heart, as if after this incident, he gradually integrated into the tenth class.

These big boys didn't have any psychological burden to apologize, and after they finished talking carelessly, they started chatting and joking again.

"The words are finished, take a look."

A lazy voice came from beside his ears, and Zhuang Shen, who was still in a daze, only felt a numbness in his ears, and instantly regained his senses, looking behind him.

Shen Wen wrote the school motto in front of the school gate and the sculpture. It is worth mentioning that his handwriting is exactly the same as the original one.

At the gate of the school is the cursive "Star International School" with personal style handwritten by the original principal, and the school motto is in regular script "keep your feet on the ground and look up at the stars".

At the position close to the sky, he capitalized and bolded it with more chic strokes: "Look at the depth of the sea, and see the bigness when looking at the sky."

The font is different from the previous ones. The strokes are majestic, with silver hooks painted on iron, and the strokes are very atmospheric, which complements the vast sky. The shocking power of this painting has reached another level.

I have to say that Zhuang Shen admires these three characters with different styles.

Calligraphy is really good.

Zhuang Shen glanced at the expressionless young man next to him, and said sincerely, "It looks good, give you a round of applause?"

"No need to applaud." Shen Wen was still standing lazily, fingers on the chair beside him, with a smile in his eyes, "I'm waiting for your blackboard newspaper to win the special prize."

Because of today's blackboard incident, the number of views of the school post exploded again.

Zhuang Shen, who was framed, fought back and told everyone that "your father is still your father". Whether it is fighting or talent, these troublemakers will not get any benefit.

Zhuang Shen also gained more fans and praises because of this, and the people who spend a lot of time are simply not worth the loss.

Everyone was talking about the blackboard newspaper shared by Zhuang Shen and Shen Wen. Listening to everyone commenting that "their class ten's blackboard newspaper is too strong", it was the first time for the students in class ten to know how it feels to be praised by the whole school. good.

When it was in full swing, someone posted again: [Boss Shen is starting to write questions again!Come and watch! 】

[The boss is really strong. I heard that he restored the destroyed surveillance camera in less than a minute?What else is he not capable of? 】

[With this speed, it’s no wonder that you don’t need to think about the questions, and the sprint questions in the third year of high school are like doing 1+1]

[The 100% correct rate looks so cool, it aroused my motivation to study, and I also went to do the questions! 】

[The gods are all doing questions, why do I, a salted fish, have any reason to play with my phone?Not to mention, just follow in the footsteps of the Great God. 】

On the other side, it is located in a high-end apartment near the school.

The moonlight in the night and the lights of thousands of families in the distance spill into the dark room through the spotless floor-to-ceiling windows.

Shen Wen sat on the long-haired carpet, and a black and thin computer was placed on the low glass table.

The cold white fingers with sharp knuckles kept jumping on the keyboard, and the tapping sound did not stop, and a series of codes were continuously input.

Not long after, he hit Enter.

The crisp knocking sound disappeared suddenly, and everything was silent. Facing the bright screen, he licked the corners of his mouth with a half-smile, and knocked on the casing with his slender fingers.

What is shown above is the real information behind the previous anonymous account.

The author has something to say: Quiz with prizes: Guess what will happen to the yellow-haired people (*^▽^*)?