After winning the male lead [Quick Transmigration]

"Jing Hao, is this your cousin, the one who framed you all the time?"

At first, everyone was comforting Jing Hao, but at this time, someone suddenly ran into the big classroom and told everyone that the person who posted the bulletin board today was caught by the security room!

The students sighed after hearing the words, "When did our school's security room become so awesome?"

When they heard that Chi Qishu was going to meet his enemies, the students all expressed that they would go with them, and they should also show their aura when they hate others. Otherwise, Chi Qishu's character is so "soft", wouldn't he be bullied?

Chi Qishu couldn't laugh or cry, but he didn't drive away the students who wanted to watch the fun.

When he saw Huang Zibo, Chi Qishu was a little surprised. He didn't expect that after more than a year, his cousin turned into this decadent look, and there was even an imperceptible flattery and humbleness in the corners of his eyes and brows. , just like the original body back then.

It seems that he has had a wonderful year this year.

"This classmate, that's him, climbed in from the west wall of the school last night. This is surveillance, and we are planning to call the police."

Call the police?

jail?

After all, Huang Zibo was only a 17-year-old boy. He panicked immediately when he heard the alarm. He immediately stood up and wanted to rush towards Chi Qishu!

In his eyes, this oil bottle who has been bullied by him since he was a child is obviously the most talkative, "Xiao Hao, tell them I am your brother!"

This is the school. Those things were posted on the bulletin board early this morning. It was a serious dereliction of duty by the security room to see that the monitors came in through the wall from outside the school.

Seeing the culprit now, of course everyone was merciless, and the security guard immediately pulled him back and pressed him on a chair.

"What are you running for, just sit down!"

"Why do you call the police? I didn't post the big-character poster. I came to see my brother today!"

"Surveillance has captured it, and you still don't admit it?" A person who can work as a security guard at a world-renowned school is obviously not easy to fool, "Besides, you just called yourself a brother, and you just happened to be able to match up with the sufferer declared on the bulletin board!"

"I am his brother, if you don't believe me, ask Jing Hao!"

As he said that, Huang Zibo pointed at Chi Qishu, and everyone's attention was focused on Chi Qishu.

"Jing Hao, confront him, we are all on your side!" Some students encouraged Chi Qishu.

"That's right, if you still don't believe that you can't subdue him, let's call the police!"

Chi Qishu withdrew his gaze from looking at Huang Zibo, and nodded gratefully to his classmates, "I know, but I want to ask him about some things alone, you should have other classes to take, don't wait for the professor to call and deduct credits .”

After all the enthusiastic students were finally sent away, the member of the student union who had been standing by without saying a word came up at this moment.

"Eight out of ten classmates in our school know you. The impact of this incident is still very large. You think about it. After all, the school does not want to expand these adverse effects."

Chi Qishu nodded, "I know, but it's useless to call the police, he hasn't reached his full age yet."

This surprised the members of the student union, who had been yelling at Jing Hao all the time, and now the boy who had put on a smug expression after hearing what Jing Hao said was actually not full?

Doesn't look like it?

But since the parties didn't pursue it, they wouldn't complain about Jing Hao any more.

Chi Qishu saw what this person was thinking, and explained a little, "Don't worry, senior, I know what's going on."

As long as there are numbers, the students from the student union went out with the security guards, and only Chi Qishu and Huang Zibo were left in the room.

"Finally, I didn't raise you for so many years in vain. I came here mainly to tell you something. Back then, your father used despicable means to write his name on the house in our house. Now you can't rent it or sell it. Sell……"

As soon as the people left, Huang Zibo returned to the way he used to dictate in front of Chi Qishu. He talked to himself, but Chi Qishu didn't interrupt him, but just stood there and listened with interest.

After Huang Zibo finished speaking, Chi Qishu walked into the room, sat on the stool, looked at Huang Zibo, "Finished?"

"Little brat! What do you mean?!"

Huang Zibo became annoyed when he saw Chi Qishu like this. He wanted to grab Chi Qishu by the collar and beat him up, but Chi Qishu just stretched out his hand to block it, and then grabbed his arm and twisted it!Huang Zibo was forced to turn his back to Chi Qishu and knelt down!

As if only now remembered that Chi Qishu was no longer the Jing Hao who could be bullied by him before, Huang Zibo didn't know whether it was pain or fear, and cold sweat broke out on his face one by one.

"What do you want to do?"

"Nothing, I just want you to hear something."

Chi Qishu let go of his hand, and did not restrict Huang Zibo's actions, allowing him to crawl aside and stare at him angrily until the voice from the phone came out.

This is the recording that Chi Qishu played for Jingxia at the beginning. The voices of the two people in it, Huang Zibo, are very familiar, but it is because of the familiarity that he can't believe it.

"This is fake! You synthesized it!" Huang Zibo rushed forward and wanted to grab the phone!

Chi Qishu kicked him back with a heart-warming, "Whether it is synthetic or not, we can leave it to the police to decide, do you dare?"

Looking at Chi Qishu who looked like a demon in his eyes, Huang Zibo took a step back subconsciously, "You can't do this."

"Then what should I do?" Chi Qishu played with the phone in his hand, "Didn't my cousin tell me that the son of a murderer must have the consciousness of a murderer's son?"

"No, it's all synthetic, it's all fake!" The spiritual pillar that had been supporting him collapsed in an instant, and Huang Zibo didn't even dare to look at Chi Qishu's face.

Seeing this, Chi Qishu got up and straightened his clothes a little.

"Jing Hao, are you done talking?"

The classmates who were worried about him were still waiting for him outside, and when they saw Chi Qishu coming out, they all surrounded him.

"Well, we're done talking." Chi Qishu heaved a sigh of relief, "Thank you everyone."

Huang Zibo didn't know when he left, or even how he got home.

Along the way, he didn't even care about other people's pointers to him. Standing in front of the house, he raised his hand several times before he dared to knock on the door.

After waiting in a daze for a while, he suddenly remembered that his mother should still be in the hospital today.

So he went downstairs again and sat in a place downstairs in the community where no one could find him. He wiped his face with his hands and found that tears were streaming down his face.

He resentfully dialed the phone, and waited for the connection over there without waiting for the person on the other side to speak. He asked:

"Mom, is the recording in Jing Hao's hand fake?!"

"Zibo, who told you?" Jing Xia was startled, "Don't listen to other people's nonsense, it was your uncle who bumped into him!"

"Then why did you and Dad say that!!!" Huang Zibo pulled his hair like a trapped animal, "Why did you let the oil bottle record your words!!!"

"Zibo, dear son, don't cry, your brother is so timid, he dare not say anything!"

Hearing that his mother was still disapproving of Jing Hao, he smiled wryly, hung up the phone, and was silent for a moment, thinking of something, he slammed the phone on the ground!

No, I am determined not to be the son of a murderer!

Thinking of this, he didn't even go home, he just took a taxi and went out.

Jingxia returned home from the hospital, but she didn't find her son after searching around, and he didn't answer her phone calls. She hurriedly helped the elevator downstairs to look for her son, and finally found her son's phone with a broken screen. Get restless.

Trembling, she hurriedly took out her mobile phone and wanted to find someone to help find her son, but after she searched through the address book, she found that there were very few people she could turn to for help.

……

When the door was closed with a loud bang, the people chatting in the bar were silent for a moment, and the people in the bar went to check.

Seeing that it was Huang Zibo who had been drinking with his classmates at their house before, the manager greeted him, "Mr. Huang, why haven't you seen your classmates?"

At the beginning when a few of their classmates came together, the manager saw through their student identities at a glance, but the manager did not drive them out, but instead changed them to low-alcohol wine, and called them sir as if they hadn't discovered their identities.

These people felt very honored, so this place became one of their regular meeting places.

Later, the manager found out that there was a young man named Huang Zibo missing among them. After seeing the news of Huang Guozhong's arrest on the news, he suddenly realized.

Similarly, Huang Zibo appeared alone today, and he also greeted him as if he didn't know anything.

Huang Zibo pulled the manager's collar and stared into his eyes, "I saw that the person who greeted you that day was a famous underworld in this area!"

The manager shook his hands behind his back lightly, preventing the people in the bar from coming up to check, but said in his mouth, "Mr. Huang was joking, our country is a society ruled by law now, and we obey the leadership of the party. Where are there gangsters?"

"I saw it with my own eyes! He broke a man's leg!"

The manager didn't change his face, "Then Mr. Huang is probably dazzled. All my guests here are law-abiding."

Huang Zibo saw that no matter what he could not deceive the person he met that day, he let go of the manager's collar, with an expression that seemed to be crying but not crying.

"How about I give money? I don't want him to do other things, as long as he can steal one of my younger brother's mobile phones."

After tidying up his collar, the manager replied, "Mr. Huang is looking for a pickpocket?"

Huang Zibo's eyes lit up, "Yes, do you know such a person?"

After 10 minutes, Huang Zibo was beaten out.

The manager rubbed his forehead with a headache. Seeing him like this, the waiter gloated, "I told you to stop selling alcohol to those delinquent teenagers. Isn't it that you are being tricked?"

"It actually said that someone in our shop discounted other people's legs. This kid must have watched too many horror movies."

The waiter looked at the sky, "Is this supposed to be a gangster movie?"

The manager laughed angrily, "Go do your job, as long as your ears are sharp."

Huang Zibo walked on the road like a walking dead.

At this time, he only had the cell phone in Chi Qishu's hand in his mind, but he didn't think about it at all. Even if he stole the cell phone, would there be only one copy of that recording?