After dressing as a fake young master from a wealthy family, the real young master is back

When Song Mian arrived, Zhang Zhicheng was stuck on the ground, not knowing what he was looking for.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he didn't turn his head, but said in an unclear tone: "Here we are."

Song Mian didn't speak.

Zhang Zhicheng lay on the ground for a long time, then turned around and sat on the ground, clapped his hands, and squinted at Song Mian: "You just came here directly, don't be afraid that I am the murderer who killed Mianmian, I will give you here. -"

He put his hand on his neck, made a gesture of obliteration, and smiled at Song Mian sinisterly.

Song Mian shook her head and said with a smile, "If I died just after you transferred to another school, the police would suspect you immediately. If you were really a murderer, you wouldn't do this."

"Are you really here alone?" Zhang Zhicheng glanced behind him after hearing the words, and after making sure that there was no one there, he took off his glasses and wiped them carefully.

He wiped it for a few minutes without saying a word, just staring at the front without knowing what he was thinking.

Song Mian stood beside him quietly without disturbing him.

He knew that Zhang Zhicheng was struggling in his heart.

"Do you think I look like a murderer?" After a while, Zhang Zhicheng put his glasses back on and asked.

"Do you think I look like a murderer?" Song Mian asked back.

"It's not like." Zhang Zhicheng said: "But often people like you who don't look like a murderer are the most suspicious. Suppose you ask Mian Mian to come out and want to do something wrong with Mian Mian, and Mian Mian throws a stone at her while she is struggling. Your head, you were very angry, so you killed Mianmian, then pretended to be the murderer and knocked yourself out, and when you woke up, you were pretending to have amnesia."

Song Mian smiled: "Do you believe that I am the murderer?"

Zhang Zhicheng stood up, pointed at the ground, and said with a wry smile: "This is where I found Mianmian at the time... After leaving school, I have never seen her again. Song Mian, even if I believe you are not the murderer, you are really Isn't it the murderer?"

Song Mian said softly, "I am not. I will find the murderer."

"I called you here today to give you something." Zhang Zhicheng turned his back to Song Mian and said, "I'm leaving soon, and this is useless to me."

He took something out of his pocket.

Song Mian saw that it was a utility knife, and the blade was somewhat reflective and dazzling under the sunlight.

"Don't worry, this is not what I want to give you." Zhang Zhicheng put the knife in another pocket, and then handed the things in his hand to Song Mian.

He suddenly thought of something, turned his head and looked at the place where Miao Mianmian's body was placed before, and frowned with a strange expression on his face.

"What's wrong?" Song Mian took the box, opened her lowered eyes and looked at it, her expression slightly startled.

*

The day before the sports meeting, Zhang Zhicheng left.

With his departure, everyone's suspicion of him has not disappeared.

Some people still believe that the suspicion of him killing Miao Mianmian is very strong.

The sun was very strong, Song Mian took off his coat, put it aside, and stood on the runway.

"Come on, Song Mian! Come on, come on!" The shouts of the students next to him made him smile.

In the past few days, he got up early every day to go for a run, and his body has fully adapted to it.

"Lu Yuchong! I believe you can win the championship! Go!"

"Come on, Song Mian! Come on, Song Mian! Both of you will fight for me! The first is yours!"

"Hehe, it's useless no matter how loud you shout." Class [-] was sitting next to Class [-]. Hearing their shouts, the members of Class [-] were overwhelmed and shouted, "Come on, Class [-]! Come on, Class [-]." !"

They were very loud, but the members of Class Nine had never lost in standing up people. Seeing this posture, they all shouted in unison: "Class Nine must win, Class Three must lose! Class Three is a rookie, lose everything! Come on, Class Nine..."

The sound overwhelmed all the shouts present, attracting people to watch.

"Class nine must lose, class three must win!" The members of class three were not to be outdone, but they couldn't compare to their orderly and loud voices. After shouting a few times, their voices weakened, and their faces became uglier than the last.

The gunshot rang out, and the people standing on the track ran forward at high speed.

Song Mian ran very slowly, and Lu Yu followed behind him. The two were quickly overtaken by everyone, and they became the last and second.

When the three groups saw it, they kept laughing.

"a shame."

"People with poor brains can't do anything. Look at them as slow as a tortoise. They don't have the strength to do anything."

"At first, I was curious that Song Mian, who looks like a weak chicken, still participates in long-distance running? Looking at it now, he didn't come to participate in long-distance running, he came to embarrass me, hahahaha."

The members of Class Nine were still yelling to cheer up and ignored them.

On the last lap, Song Mian gradually accelerated, and quickly overtook the others, reaching the finish line with Lu Yu one after the other.

"Lu Yu could be number one, why didn't he rush in the end?"

"Maybe they don't have any energy. We look relaxed, but they are half dead from exhaustion."

"Win, win! Ahhhh, why don't you keep screaming in class three? Didn't you still scream happily just now? Why are you silent now?"

The people in the third class were counting down, their faces were extremely ugly, and they couldn't say anything that despised Song Mian.

"Here." Xiao Xiao handed Song Mian a bottle of water, and when he went to get the water, he found that it was gone, and his eyes widened: "Where's the water? Are you one of the sea kings? Drink so much?"

Song Mian, who had already drank a big bottle of water, was startled, looking at the half bottle of water in his hand, he regretted drinking so quickly.

"I'll buy it for you, wait for me." Xiao Xiao got up helplessly to buy water.

"Have you finished drinking?" Lu Yu asked Song Mian in a low voice.

"It's over." As soon as Song Mian finished answering, Lu Yu picked up the water in his hand and drank the remaining half of the bottle.

"This is me..." Song Mian's eyes widened, and she subconsciously grabbed Lu Yu's clothes, her expression extremely nervous: "Drink...drink..."

The latter words were never spoken.

The people around didn't think there was anything wrong with this scene, only Song Mian's face, which had turned red from running, became even redder.

Lu Yu turned his head to look at him.

His bangs were soaked in sweat and stuck to his forehead, his fair cheeks were blushing, his dark eyes were bright, and there was a bit of shame hidden in his eyes.

Lu Yu smiled, ruffled his hair, and praised: "It ran very well."

"Are you letting me in on purpose?" Song Mian felt even hotter when he rubbed her hair. She turned her back to Lu Yu, trying to calm herself down.

"No." Lu Yu said, "I really couldn't catch up with you in the end."

Song Mian sat back in her seat, lowered her head and took several deep breaths before gradually calming down.

"Who yelled so loudly just now? Oh, let me see, the third class is the last one, no wonder they are all disgraced. If you don't know, you think you rolled in the ashes." Jiang Yilei, who had accumulated a backlog of anger before, stood up Standing up, he pointed at the people in class three and laughed at them.

The faces of the third class were distorted: "What are you so proud of? You are only worthy of moving your body. After all, you have no brains. I understand you. You don't need to jump around to show that you have no brains and only your body can move."

Jiang Yilei made a grimace, took Xiao Xiao's horn, and turned on the loudest voice: "Listen, tsk tsk tsk, what a sour thing. You said you have brains and a fart. This is a sports meeting, not a brain meeting. Just You are so weak, don’t participate at all, just go home and lie down, you are the ones who are ashamed.”

"We can exercise physically, but your IQ will never improve, and you will always be a group of poor students. The shame of the school, do you have the face to call you?"

The entire Class Nine suddenly fell silent.

The head teachers of the two classes standing in front noticed something was wrong and walked over.

"What's wrong?" Old Zhao touched Jiang Yilei's head, signaling him to relax: "Everyone is so tense, who messed with you?"

Jiang Yilei didn't speak, he was so angry.

The monitor of the third class added fuel and vinegar to the matter. The class teacher of the third class got angry and said with a sneer: "Old Zhao, the students you teach have poor grades. This is the truth, why not say it? It is necessary to use the sports that our third class is not good at. Ridiculous? Take care of your students when you have time, don’t let them have no IQ and no manners!”

Old Zhao narrowed his eyes and smiled: "What nonsense, isn't it true that the students in your class are so poor in physical fitness? You should lead the students in your class to exercise their bodies well, and don't let them just mock people all day long."

He was not angry at all, clapped his hands, and said to class nine: "Come on everyone, don't be discouraged, I believe that everyone is the best, don't worry about others. They just can't eat grapes and say grapes are sour. How did I tell you? When you encounter this situation, just ignore it. They are not worth getting angry, and they are not worth wasting time."

The latter sentence was uttered by members of Class Nine together, and they had already recited these two sentences that Lao Zhao had said countless times.

Hearing this, the head teacher of the third class was so angry that his nose was almost crooked, and finally decided not to waste time with them, and asked the third class to be quiet, and stop talking to the ninth class.

"Song Mian, you are a good match for Class Nine." The monitor of Class Three was right next to Song Mian. He didn't participate in the quarrel just now, and when the quarrel was over, he sneered.

"Class Nine is very good." Song Mian said four words calmly, "Grade grades can't explain anything."

"This kind of thing can only be said by people with poor grades." The monitor of the third class said contemptuously.

Song Mian smiled slightly: "In the monthly exam not long ago, I remembered that you were in the top [-]."

It's a few points away from his score.

The monitor of the third class changed his face, he gritted his teeth and said, "What are you proud of? Who knows how you got second in the monthly exam this time, I think you are cheating secretly."

"What are you yelling about? Go to the side, you are sitting on the territory of our class nine." Jiang Yilei pointed the horn at the ear of the monitor of the third class, and after kindly reminding him, he touched the monitor of the third class with his foot, his face full You're welcome.

The monitor of class three sat aside and sneered, "Song Mian, you won't have a chance to surpass me in the next exam."

Song Mian ignored him.

The squad leader of the third class turned his head and saw Song Mian took the water from Xiao Xiao, thanked him with a smile, and didn't know if he heard what he just said.

The anger in his heart became even hotter in an instant, and he crazily scolded Song Mian in his heart.

"Song Mian, where did you go at noon yesterday? I went to your class to look for you, but I couldn't find you."

Li Ke came out of nowhere, sat down next to Song Mian, saw that his forehead was covered with sweat, and handed him a pack of tissues, "Wipe it off, your head is covered in sweat. I just saw you running so fast." I was almost shocked, I can't tell, you run so well. Congratulations, you won the first place."