Boss, he is no longer a man

Looking at Mulan's reply, Han Nanjun felt that he was a little confused. He didn't even know what to reply.

Mulan raised his eyes and looked at the back of his new classmate who seemed to be hit hard. He sneered slightly, then lowered his head and continued typing:

I just want to remind you that the diary will affect people's emotions, and there may be very unscientific things, so you should be more careful.

The new news Nanjun knew how to reply, but after replying, a red exclamation mark appeared in front of the message——

Mu Lan has already deleted him.

Han Nanjun couldn't hold back, turned around and looked back at Mulan.She has already taken out the book with a calm expression and started to preview the lessons for a while.

Han Nanjun was dumbfounded. Looking at the little red exclamation mark on the screen for a long time, countless complex emotions surged in his heart, which finally turned into a sigh.He shook his head and put the phone in his pocket.

The teacher who had class in the afternoon came over and was stunned when he saw Han Nanjun next to the desk, but in the end he didn't say anything and started class as usual.

Han Nanjun also took a look at the teacher, with a surge of anger in his heart, he vigorously stuffed the mobile phone into the hole of the table, but unexpectedly knocked the edge of the table with too much force, and he almost yelled out in pain.

He finally discovered that the skill that every teacher in Chongli must have is pretending to be blind—as long as they are blind enough, trouble will not catch up with them.

However, before the two classes in the afternoon were over, the class suddenly became noisy again during the break.The classmates in the class began to look at Mulan intentionally or unintentionally with obvious expressions of excitement and inquiry on their faces, and whispered something in a low voice.

Han Nanjun thought for a while, clicked on Chongli's anonymous forum, and sure enough, he saw a popular post on the top - Hurry up!Harvest shock!

After Han Nanjun clicked on it, he saw a photo of Mu Lan and Liu Ranqing hugging in the small garden of the school.

——Damn, is there something wrong with my eyes?

——Hey, I have goosebumps, what kind of strange combinations are these?

——Senior Ran Qing's family wouldn't agree, would they?Iceberg conditions are so-so.

——The mood is complicated, and it feels like the characters of both of them have collapsed!

——Don't be too sincere upstairs, okay, your senior has seen the level of girlfriends all these years is a bit weird.

——Forbid mentioning youknowwho on the forum, knock on the blackboard!

Han Nanjun flicked the screen, the screen was almost full of gossip, he could feel saliva splashing on his face.

And there is no need to guess, the "you-know-who" raised by these students in a teasing or joking tone is definitely salsa.

Han Nanjun couldn't watch it anymore, and when he was about to quit, he suddenly saw a reply.

Mulan: I am myself.The photos are real, the relationship is fake, it's just friends with benefits, don't raise your feelings, and don't talk about whether you deserve it or not.Everyone is not worthy. (smile smile smile)

Han Nanjun was stunned, Mulan...

While Han Nanjun was still digesting the news, Bai Yaoyuan's news popped up suddenly.

"Xu Qiyuan and Liu Ranqing are half brothers."

Han Nanjun froze for a moment:!

How can so many explosive news be packed in at this moment?

Bai Yaoyuan: My mother's secretary found it.Xu Qiyuan's mother is Liu Ranqing's father's mistress, and the two have known each other since childhood.

Han Nanjun was at a loss for words.

Bai Yaoyuan continued to send messages: Although Liu Ranqing's mother is the wife of the "official palace", she has no status and is not treated by Liu Ranqing's scumbag father.So Liu Ranqing has been very hostile to Xu Qiyuan and his mother since she was a child.A few years ago, after the scumbag father got a serious illness, he started to make a will. Xu Qiyuan and his mother can share a lot, and Liu Ranqing and his mother have been operating.

Bai Yaoyuan: Oh, by the way, I just asked Mr. Quan by the way, and he said that at the beginning, Xu Qiyuan had been chasing Sasha in a high-profile way, but later, Sasha and Liu Ranqing got together for some unknown reason.

Han Nanjun frowned, and quickly grasped the information point: So Liu Ranqing was following Sasha because of Xu Qiyuan?

Bai Yaoyuan: bingo!Kids are so smart!

Bai Yaoyuan continued: "I've sorted out the materials at hand now, and I suspect that the reason for those children's unconsciousness and fascination should be Sasha's diary."Now the only one who knows that there are two diaries is Liao Qingqing, so I have to ask her for clarification.

Han Nanjun replied quickly: I will go.

Han Nanjun finished his conversation with Bai Yaoyuan, packed up his things, carried his schoolbag and went to "free activities".

He remembered that Xu Qiyuan had said before that Liao Qingqing was now in the art club.

As soon as Han Nanjun walked to the gate of the art club, he saw Liao Qingqing sitting alone in the club activity classroom, looking like he was waiting for someone.

Although Han Nanjun hesitated, he went straight into the classroom.

This classroom should be what Bai Yaoyuan said, the classroom where Sasha stayed most often during her lifetime.

Liao Qingqing poked her head out from behind the easel, "Are you here?"

"You knew I was coming?"

Liao Qingqing put down the palette in her hand, smiled: "I went to find Xu Qiyuan."

The implication is that she already knew that Han Nanjun was not a student, and she said that on purpose at noon today.

Han Nanjun looked at her, "Has Sasha's remnant soul ever looked for you?"

"No." Liao Qingqing suppressed the smile on her face.

"Then why do you know that there are two diaries?" Han Nanjun was puzzled, "You know Sasha?"

Liao Qingqing stood up, and washed her pens in the sink by the windowsill.

The sunlight refracted through the water droplets on Liao Qingqing's hands, and it shone slightly. Han Nanjun squinted uncomfortably.

"I used to be an inconspicuous person in the art club, let alone painting. Before Sasha's accident, I had never been to this classroom." Liao Qingqing lowered her head and washed her pen, "That day, by chance, I was in this classroom to watch Arriving at Sasha who is writing in her diary."

"She asked me if there were any particularly shocking red oil paintings. I blurted out Van Gogh's red gladiolus."

"Sasha smiled, she looked very pretty when she smiled, like a glowing little angel. She said let me wait, she will draw a more beautiful one in a few days. You may not know, before Sasha, I was in school I have always been very transparent, and it is difficult to talk to people for a week. Chongli, my family is like my parents, so naturally I live like a normal school. Sasha is different, she is like a little girl. Princess, we all love her."

"She treats everyone the same, talks to them, smiles at them, and deals with them. Her family is very good, but she is so gentle, which is different from many people."

Following the water flow in the pool, all the remaining red paint on the pen was smudged, dropping drop by drop on the white pool tiles.

Liao Qingqing continued: "There were only two of us in the classroom that day. I asked her what she was doing, and she said she was writing a secret diary. I found it strange, so I said that the diary is a secret, why is it still a secret diary."

"She said that when there is no difference between day and night, people will want to write something to record something." Liao Qingqing shook the clean pen, put it on the window sill, turned to look at Han Nanjun and said: "Later , I didn't know what that meant."

Han Nanjun frowned: "What did Liu Ranqing and Kang Leng do to Shasha?"

Liao Qingqing wiped her hands clean, took out a red notebook from her schoolbag and handed it to Han Nanjun, "This is the translation of the Morse code. The diary in your hand can be translated through this."

Han Nanjun looked at the fiery red notebook, and looked at Liao Qingqing hesitantly: "You...why did you give it to me now?"

"Because if I don't give it now, I won't know if I have a chance to give it to you in a while."

Han Nanjun didn't understand the meaning of Liao Qingqing's words, and his frown had not been loosened since he entered the art room.

"What's going on in a while?"

Liao Qingqing wiped her hands clean, pointed to the door, "Look."

As soon as Han Nanjun turned his head, he immediately saw Liu Ranqing who was panting while holding the door because he was running in a hurry. There were still beads of sweat on his forehead, and he bent over and looked up into the classroom. When he met Han Nanjun's eyes Also obviously stunned for a moment.

Before the two of them spoke, Kang Leng hurried over from the other side of the corridor. He was not as exaggerated as Liu Ranqing, but his slightly flushed face and sweaty shirt could still be seen. Anxious and in a hurry.

Liu Ranqing and Kang Leng were also taken aback when they saw each other, and then turned their heads to look at Liao Qingqing in the classroom.

Liu Ranqing glanced at Han Nanjun scruples, but finally asked Liao Qingqing angrily in a low voice: "Where did the things you sent me come from?!"

"I said that Sasha gave it to me, do you believe it?"

"Fart!" Liu Ranqing looked like a trapped beast that was about to struggle and bite at any time, "Salsa has been dead for a year!"

Liao Qingqing was quite emotional, "Yes, next Wednesday will be the anniversary of Shasha's death."

Han Nanjun frowned and looked at Liu Ranqing's irritable attitude, and Liao Qingqing's inattentive but seemingly hiding many things. He felt that something was going to happen, so he quickly took out his mobile phone and sent a message to Bai Yaoyuan.

Kang Leng, as the only teacher, was standing outside the art room at the moment, as if he was a little apprehensive about this place.

"Student Liao Qingqing, what do you mean by calling me and Liu Ranqing over?"

Liao Qingqing glanced at Kang Leng, as if she didn't even want to give him a look, and there was no respect for the teacher in her words: "What are you in a hurry for? Wait a little longer."

Kang Leng looked at Han Nanjun, exchanged glances with Liu Ranqing, and said, "Where is this classmate here?"

Han Nam-jun said confidently: "Join the club, I want to join the art club."

Liao Qingqing chuckled behind his back.

While several people were guessing each other's thoughts, Mu Lan also came to the door of the art room with the diary in his arms.

She glanced at Liu Ranqing and Kang Leng indifferently, looking at them was like looking at transparent air.She went straight into the classroom, put the diary on the table, and walked to Liao Qingqing to help her wash and write.

What is this situation?

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