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Wumao carried her mobile phone in her pocket, afraid of being discovered, and she would be even more screwed if the teacher saw her.

She walked to the door of Li Lin's class in despair, and pulled a classmate who came out from outside, "Hello, let me find Li Lin."

"Oh." The classmate poked his head in, "Li Lin, someone is looking for you outside."

Li Lin came out of the classroom with a little impatience on her face, "I'm giving a lecture to my classmates."

Wu Mao pursed her lips, then looked around, "I brought you the phone."

Seeing Wumao's slow movements, Li Lin became even more impatient. She snatched the phone and put it in her pocket, then closed the door with a bang, and then sat back to her seat with a smile on her face.

Wumao raised his head slightly, rubbed the corners of his eyes, and then put on a heartless smile on his face.

When Wumao returned to the classroom, the geography representative had just left. She hadn't handed in her homework yet, so she wanted to catch up quickly, but the teacher had already come to class.

At the end of the monthly exam, the teacher in the first class is basically talking about the papers. People like Zhong Ming and others who basically get full marks in the exam are either previewing new lessons or exploring difficult problems. As for Wumao, they have no intention of listening at all.

This time, she was at the bottom of the exam, and she didn't know how to explain to her parents. Although her parents never put pressure on her in her studies, she always felt sorry.

Family affection may be the most selfless feeling in the world, but it is not taken for granted. Giving and receiving must be unequal, but in today's society, there are some people who take their parents' giving for granted, and then gnaw on it. Wumao doesn't want to be that kind of person if he grows old again and again.

But she is very stupid, so stupid that others can solve the problem in 1 minute, she may not be able to do it in an hour.

Wumao sniffed and sketched in the sketchbook.

A little doll appeared on the notebook, with a smile on his face, but tears were seeping from the corners of his eyes.

Why is it that comedians are actually angels?Because no one will see their tears, they use the most clumsy and sincere way to amuse people on the stage, but the smiles on the audience's faces are exchanged for countless blood and tears behind the stage.

Never cry in front of people, always laughing and laughing, these do not mean that she is very strong, in fact, she is extremely fragile, she is afraid of losing, afraid of getting, and also afraid of being forgotten.

After class, Wu Mao walked to the office with his geography homework, absent-minded.

When she walked to the door of the office, she saw Li Lin walking out. Li Lin immediately smiled and took out her cell phone from her pocket.

Before the two of them spoke, a person walked over from the back door of the office. Li Lin's hand stayed in the air, and Wumao's mind froze immediately.

With a cold face, the head of the department took the phone, "Whose phone is it?"

Wumao glanced at Li Lin, "Mine."

"Come in with me."

Wu Mao walked in with the director of the department, but he didn't see the expression of success on Li Lin's face, nor did he ignore the malice from this world.

The director of the department handed the mobile phone to the head teacher. The head teacher saw that it was [-] cents, and pursed his lips, "Your phone?"

"Hmm." Knowing that it was too late to say anything now, Wumao had no choice but to bite the bullet and admit.

Even if the head teacher wanted to protect Wumao, it would be impossible. After all, she was directly caught by the head of the department. Everyone knows the truth of killing people at the first level.

"Did I already emphasize it before the exam?" The head teacher's tone was extremely serious, and his five hairs were like falling into a cold cellar, "I know I was wrong, I will..."

"You don't have to say these things. I'll give you the mobile phone after graduation. Go back and write the review. You will review it in front of the whole class at the class meeting this afternoon. Go back." Knowing that the head teacher was trying to save her, she gave the head teacher a grateful look, and then left.

Wumao got into the bathroom all at once, splashed cold water on her face, looked at herself wet, and suddenly wanted to laugh, "It's okay, it's just to put away the phone, what's the big deal."

In fact, some things are far more terrifying than imagined. The word "future" is inherently uncertain, and perhaps the root of the disaster has been planted a long time ago.

A week later, when everyone had turned the page, fate gave them another fatal blow.

After the monthly exam, Han Yingdong decided to set up a mathematics study group, just these few people, to provide one-on-one tutoring.

Xie Cheng is in charge of Wumao, Zhong Ming is in charge of Lu Yanchu, Zhou Ze is in charge of the younger sister, and he is the general manager.

Although the effect is slow, it has to be said that everyone has made some progress, and even Wumao, who usually doesn't want to do math problems, has gained motivation.

Zhong Ming formulated a series of plans for Lu Yanchu. Lu Yanchu's grades were in the upper-middle range, and it was difficult to make a breakthrough.

"You must do these questions. If you don't do it, I won't know what your problem is." Zhong Ming had a headache, because now Lu Yanchu was in a period of burnout, and he could solve the first half of each question, but he didn't know the second half. How to do it, and not draw inferences from one instance.

Lu Yanchu tapped his pen on his notebook, "Is it really useful to do these questions? Why do I think it's the same whether you do it or not?"

"Hey! Cancan, don't be ignorant of your blessings when you are in the midst of blessings. These are questions that Brother Hua personally asked you. You haven't seen him in the dormitory. Every question is..."

"Stop talking, he doesn't like to do it and I can teach him in another way." Zhong Ming interrupted Zhou Ze, a blush appeared on his ears.

Lu Yanchu looked at Zhong Ming in a daze, and asked for a while, "Are these questions you came up with yourself?"

"Yes." Zhong Ming answered simply, without further explanation.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier, if I knew that you made it yourself, I wouldn't do it if I was killed."

"..." Zhong Ming suddenly smiled, and the smile on the corner of his lips climbed to the brow, "I'm talking about you, I should torture you."

Lu Yanchu smiled, "Okay, I'm not afraid of you."

The little embarrassment just now was easily resolved by Lu Yanchu's joke, and several people were devoted to their studies again. When the class was approaching, the head teacher suddenly walked in from outside, knocked on Wumao's desk, "Follow me to the office."

Han Yingdong and the others frowned as Wumao left. Although this little girl was usually chattering, if something happened to her, let alone others, Zhou Ze's violent temper would definitely throw her into the Huangpu River.

All the teachers in the office were there, and Wumao suddenly lost her sense of security. She stood blankly in front of the head teacher like a helpless tourist.

"That's right, Zheng Xiao, I took your mobile phone away that day, you should have seen that I put the mobile phone in this drawer, right?" The head teacher pointed at the drawer when he said that, and Wumao's eyes followed unconsciously. transfer.

Wumao withdrew his gaze and shook his head, "I didn't see it."

She really didn't see it. She was so embarrassed that she had no time to worry about other things.

"You don't have to say that, I just saw you looking at this drawer all the time."

"..." Wu Mao looked at the class teacher for a while, speechless, feeling terribly wronged, "I really didn't see it."

The head teacher ignored her words and said directly: "There is something very serious now. I put this mobile phone in this drawer, but it is gone now, and there are footprints on the window. I don't mean what if you come in and steal the mobile phone? Say have you ever told your friends that your phone was confiscated."

Wumao bit her lip and continued to shake her head, "I don't know, I haven't talked to anyone since I did the self-criticism that day."

A teacher next to the head teacher said, "What's the matter? This phone is gone. Could it be that the teacher in our office stole it? To put it bluntly, even if we steal it, we won't climb in through the window. The key to the office If everyone has one, it must have been stolen by someone without a key."

The hat of stealing words is too big, no one will be calm.

"Teacher, I said I don't know, this matter has nothing to do with me."

The teacher at the back sneered again, "The phone is yours, so it has nothing to do with you."

Wumao bit her lip, she didn't cry even though she was wronged, and clenched her fists, "Then call the police, won't the police call the surveillance and you'll know?"

"Zheng Xiao!" The homeroom teacher suddenly raised his voice and shouted: "What are you calling the police for? Don't you think you're not messing around enough? It doesn't matter if your academic performance is not good, but your character is not good..."

"Teacher, I respect you as my teacher. That's why I said that. I said that I don't know about this matter, and I don't know why someone would steal it. I, Zheng Xiao, can sit up straight and am not afraid of being poked on the back. The only one The solution is to call the police."

The head teacher sighed, "It's best to keep this matter private, Zheng Xiao, the teacher is doing it for your own good, if the police come, you..."

Wumao understands it. The co-authoring head teacher just doesn't believe her. Apart from being chilled, he still feels chilled, "To be honest, although I, Zheng Xiao, don't study well, I do things openly and aboveboard. I have a clear conscience. Teacher, you don't believe me. I don't care. Phone To put it bluntly, it is my personal property. I don’t talk about ownership, you should understand it. You are afraid that after the police come, you will use this to talk about things? I really respect you before, but now... I don’t want to Say more."

"Zheng Xiao, tell me the truth, the teacher won't..."

Wumao couldn't listen any longer, and felt a fit of anger in his stomach. Without thinking about it, he turned his head and left the office, and slammed the door behind him, leaving a handsome figure behind him.

As soon as they went out, they saw Zhong Ming and the others waiting outside. The teenagers were smiling, and Zhou Ze even opened his arms, "I'll give you a chance to hug the handsome guy."

The tears she had endured for a long time suddenly burst, and Wu Mao was sobbing. Zhou Ze hurried forward and grabbed her shoulders, "Hurry up, hurry up, let's surround this guy quickly, if someone finds out, it will be embarrassing!" Got home."

Wumao wiped snot on Zhou Ze's clothes, then looked up at the tall guys, "Why are you here?"

"Isn't this just to see you make a fool of yourself? I know you're fighting the scum, but I didn't expect you to disarm and surrender so soon." Lu Yanchu joked.

Zhong Ming took out a tissue from his pocket, "Wipe it, I'll make you cry like this."

Han Yingdong echoed from the side: "Yes! Hot eyes are hot!"

Xie Cheng directly cooperated with the movement, covering his eyes and screaming.

"Get out!" Wumao finally smiled through his tears, "Okay, go back quickly, if I'm caught again, I might really be ashamed and thrown home."

Wu Mao walked forward, Xie Cheng chased after him, "Don't be afraid, we are all here."

"Ok, I know."

I have always known it, so I can move forward unscrupulously.

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