[Mrs. & Mrs. Smith] The best murder in the world

to things like mirrors.So every time he went to a hotel, he always covered the mirrors in various places with towels.Don't ask me how he [covered the mirrors everywhere with a towel] without seeing them.

However, if hooking up with a teacher can pass my function—

Hahaha, I have to say, Mr. Finger is really a very attractive man.

In view of Mr. Finger's regrettable EQ, or his IQ is too outstanding, all kinds of ambitious temptations of the female animals are blocked by pretending to be stupid or being really stupid.Even so far, no girl has successfully obtained his private mobile phone number.

...So I think it's better to forget about hooking up or something.

This time I was called by Mr. Finger to do exercises on the podium again.

I walked up to the podium with a dark face.Silently glanced at the title written in black marker.

...will not do.

I faced the question board, and the marker pen in my right hand desperately poked black dots one after another on the white board...

"Try it with a substitution," Mr. Finger suggested.

I asked with a sad face, "Which replacement?"

"..."

"QAQ"

"Okay, let's go down. Please study carefully, Miss Smith."

I slumped back to my original position.

This moment happens almost every week.I really believe there is such a thing as the Monday Curse in this world.

The reason why Walnut High School is called Walnut is because there are more walnut trees on campus than the number of students in the entire school...Of course there are other tree species, such as maple trees, sycamores, and redbuds.

These walnut trees are said to have existed for decades before the school was built.The largest one stands on the edge of the school's green field, with luxuriant branches and thick trunk.

During the lunch break, the sun finally showed its face through the clouds.The sun was warm.Looking from a distance, the carpet-like lawn makes people want to lie on it and roll around a few times.A few chirping birds spread their wings and landed under the tree to peck.

I packed a sandwich at the restaurant and walked down the green avenue toward the football field.

As usual, a dozen or so boys were playing football carelessly on the field.Other students were standing or sitting on the grass at the edge of the football field.I walked slowly to the old walnut tree by the side of the football field.With a bag containing sandwiches and milk in his mouth, he quickly climbed up the tree with a few moves, found the strongest trunk and sat down, with one foot relaxed in the air, eating a sandwich while looking at the layers of leaves in a daze .

The sunlight leaking through the leaves hits my body, and my ears are filled with the shouts of the distant football field and the clear singing of birds.Occasionally, there is a gust of wind, and the leaves rustle like snow.The wind is also full of the breath of green grass.

Such a lazy lunch break makes the bones of the whole body crisp.

I took a nap and didn't sleep too deeply, but suddenly I felt that the dead cells in my body were revived.I removed the plastic bag hanging from the branch and positioned myself to slide down the trunk.

He lowered his head and slipped under his feet.Fortunately, I hugged the trunk tightly so that I would not fall from the tree to my death ridiculously.

Under the tree, Jevi Sian stared up at me with bull-like eyes.

Remarks:

(1) Margaret's nickname is Maggie Maggy, and Muggy means hot and humid.Of course my cousin yelled that on purpose.

(2) Bilin Rilla, Bilinda + Cinderella.I still remember that Jeremy Lin was called Lindu Ruila, 囧.

04

"Did you think you were Julie Baker(1)?" Sean yelled, throwing her head back.

The spots of light falling through the gaps in the leaves landed right on his nose.

"You have a spotty nose, Bryce Rawski (2)." I was not in a hurry to get down, and I replied while sitting on the tree trunk and swinging my feet.

Xi An showed a clear disgusted expression.

"Come down. Branch Man."

I suddenly asked, "Have you seen "Notre Dame de Paris"?"

"Of course. In ninth grade literature class."

I laughed. "What do you want me to do down here, Esmeralda? You want to pass me water? I'm not thirsty at all."

He was silent for a moment.

I thought that when the young master was molested and lost his patience, his voice came from under the tree.

"Why Esmedala?"

I said in a serious tone: "You have the same beauty as her."

Xi An returned to his previous expression, and shouted at me viciously and contemptuously, "Come down, immediately!"

I have to say, contempt or something is really not suitable for the current height difference.

I looked up at the lawn not far away, and said lazily, "The weather is so nice. Is there anything important, Mr. Xi'an?"

I waited for a while and got no response.

When I followed my line of sight, there was only the crisp back of Jervi Sian leaving.

I think I might really need to make a friend or two.

The kind that can be said once in a while.

What are high school students thinking now?

I looked at Xi'an's receding figure and sighed in doubt.

Except, of course, Sikes.

****

I got a text message before school was over.

【Please hold a homecoming-related discussion in Room 204, Building B after school. 】

It was signed by Andrew Bacon.The name of this bacon specialty store comes from the current student council president.

It suddenly occurred to me that I seemed...maybe...probably...probably...the person in charge of this year's literary writing club.

Last semester, I happened to meet the person in charge who graduated from the previous term. At the last gathering at the end of the semester, which was still scattered in twos and threes, the person who got the "LUCKY" note written in pink and bold...

it's me.

Literary writing clubs, where members are careless, leaders are careless, activities are careless, writing is careless, and meetings are careless, have been reduced to the point of drawing lots to find an unlucky successor for the hat of the man in charge.

It seems that I not only have a face that stretches the value of hatred, but also have black hand skills.

I thought about a class.Decided to attend this seminar.The consultant's phrase "It is very important to take the first step to try..." always lingers in my mind.

but.

Now I'm wondering on which side it's important to take the first step.

other people?

Now the long table is debating whether this year's theme is "Angry Youth" or "InGarden student union leaders...

or myself?

I nearly fell asleep with my left face propped on my hand.

Why not call it "Storm Of Shots And Shells"? I can also provide free gun rentals to the whole school.Well, the pistol is ten dollars a day, and the sniper rifle is thirty dollars a day... Pay with one hand, deliver with the other hand, if there is a loan, the whole family will pay with blood.

I banged my head on the table.

(1) The heroine of the movie "Heartbeat" likes to climb trees.

(2) The leading actor in the movie "Pounding Heart".

05

I lay down on the table and took my second nap of the day. After rubbing my eyes soberly, I took out my mobile phone to browse the news of the past two days, watched the latest movie information, and then looked up at the scenery outside the window for a while. .

The afterglow of the setting sun was almost burned out by the chatter in my ears.

"Can't you stop haggling all the time, Nick?! We're already in a difficult situation, time is tight, tasks are heavy, and the whole afternoon is whining about petty gains!"

"My dear Mr. Bacon, of course it is. Very, quite, definitely, absolutely! You just sit on the chair and move your lips to finalize the plan, and I have to give you money. My family It sells fried chicken, not dynamite! Please do me a favor! The flower shop at the gate of the school can handle everything!... Holland, Air, Cargo, Fresh Flowers! You think my family not only sells dynamite, but also operates aviation Company, if this is the case, I would be more than happy to airlift you a group of alive and kicking cows as your mounts!"

"...It's already 06:30, why don't we have some fried chicken first, Nick, what's the takeaway number in your store?"

Bacon, Nick: "Shut up!! Alex!!!"

I yawned, reached into my schoolbag and took out a gaudy round iron box, which had been kept in my schoolbag before. I carefully checked the expiration date, and it was still edible.

Alex moved over as silently as a cat smelling fish.

"sugar?"

I nodded.

"Hey buddy, let's get some."

I squinted at him and opened the lid of the box. Alex quickly grabbed four or five of them and put them directly into his open mouth.I gloated and watched him chew twice, then turned his head and sprayed his mouth full of candy on the ground.

"Cough, cough, vomit..." He retched for a while, and asked me with a bitter face, "What kind of bloody candy are you?"

I held up the label on the lid to show him: "Bibi Multi-flavored Beans (1)."

"..."

"Have you tasted booger?"

"Ouch..." Alex continued to retch.

Bacon and Nick are like a young married couple who soon find that each other's exposed nature has disillusioned the inner good image.They move away from the homecoming conversation and start attacking each other's IQ and character.

This bickering continued into the next four days of meetings.

Before Alex from the Propaganda Department vomited up Nick's takeaway fried chicken legs and wings, Bacon and Nick finally backed down a bit.

They decided to pick a new theme.

Being devastated by up to three hours a day for four consecutive days