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

Nothing was written on the envelope, the same envelope he had received that day at the hospital.

Song Mian picked it up, and smelled a faint smell of blood before opening it.

Inside was still a folded white paper, Song Mian unfolded it carefully, and what he saw was a blood-red smiling face.

Not a single word this time, just this very uncomfortable looking smiling face.

Song Mian folded the paper and put it back in the envelope.

There are surveillance cameras in the corridor. If he could still see the surveillance cameras before, he might not be able to see them now.

Song Mian turned her head to look at the female classmate at the back table, and said softly, "Hi, is anyone near my seat at noon today?"

The female classmate glanced at him, she didn't want to pay attention at first, she didn't know what to think of and said again: "Zhang Zhicheng came, and stood by the window, asked which is your desk, after looking at it for a while, then left."

"Did he put anything in my drawer?"

"I don't know." The female classmate's tone was uncomfortable, and she gave him a look: "How can I keep staring at him?"

"Thank you." Song Mian smiled at her.

This smile dazzled the female student's eyes, and she subconsciously said, "It's all right, thank you—"

The smile froze on her face, and the female classmate came to her senses and looked at Song Mian strangely: "Did you take the wrong medicine, or was your brain damaged? Or did you get stimulated by the return of Master Song Jiazhen? Have you started to change? Didn't you look down on people before?"

"I've never looked down on you." Song Mian said seriously.

The female classmate snorted, "Do you think I will believe it?"

Song Mian: "I did have a personality problem before, I'm sorry, now I want to understand."

Seeing Lu Yu approaching, he put the letter in his schoolbag.

"It's too late for you to understand. Everyone has resentment towards you. You offended a lot of people with your flirtatious appearance before." Hearing his apology, the female classmate was shocked, she calmed down and muttered : "Just wait, they will laugh at you for a while."

Song Mian knew it well, smiled at her, didn't say anything, just looked at Lu Yu: "Do you still want to visit the school? I'll take you there."

"go."

Lu Yu held a bottle of grape-flavored milk in his hand. Song Mian accidentally saw the name of the milk, and was slightly surprised. He didn't expect that the world in this book had the same milk as his real world.

This milk tastes very good. He has been drinking it since he was a child. Song Mian plans to buy a bottle when he shows Lu Yu around the campus.

*

Yangchuan No. [-] Middle School is the largest private school in City B. The tuition fees are expensive, and ordinary people generally cannot afford it. Because those with excellent grades will be exempted from tuition fees, the school is divided into two types of students: children from rich families and those with excellent grades. student.

There are two canteens in the school, and the food in them is average. The noodle shop newly opened at the school gate tastes the best near the school.

The dormitory is for two people, very luxurious, with all kinds of furniture in it, and the cost is [-] a year.

After Song Mian's introduction, she saw the school's supermarket. Just as she was about to go in, she saw Lu Yu unscrew the lid of the milk and put it in front of him.

Song Mian was stunned, looking at the opened milk, he couldn't react: "Is it for me?"

"Thank you." Lu Yu said lightly.

"I..." Song Mian wanted to say no, I'll go and buy a bottle for you to drink, and took it with Shang Lu Yu's deep and undeniable gaze.

When holding the milk bottle, her fingertips accidentally touched Lu Yu's fingers. The burning sensation was like being coated with chili oil, which made Song Mian unable to calm down.

He couldn't help but hold the milk bottle tightly, and said in a low voice, "Thank you."

Lu Yu didn't speak.

Song Mian was used to his silence, and when she looked at the mouth of the milk bottle and hesitated, she put a straw in it.

"Use this, it's convenient."

This way of drinking milk made Song Mian stay there again, he looked up at Lu Yu: "You..."

This is his usual way of drinking this milk, because the mouth of the milk bottle is too big, it is very inconvenient to drink, and it will get all over his mouth, so he will prepare a straw when drinking this milk.

How did Lu Yu know this method?

The design of the bottle mouth is strange, so it's not surprising that Lu Yu would use this method.

Thinking of this, Song Mian didn't continue to ask, but said "Thank you" instead.

Even the voice became lighter this time.

Lu Yu lowered his eyes and stared at Song Mian without saying a word.

Maybe it was because the milk tasted so good, the boy in front of him couldn't help but bend his eyes, looking very happy.

Lu Yu raised his hand slowly, and suddenly heard Song Mian ask vaguely, "Why do you drink milk in this way?"

Putting his hands down by his side again, Lu Yu looked at Song Mian's fair face, his expression became very gentle, and there was even a hint of a smile in his voice: "Someone told me. He said it's convenient and won't mess you up." You'd look silly with milk all over your mouth."

"Then he must be very important to you."

Otherwise, I won't mention it, and my expression will change.

"Yeah." Lu Yu stared at him directly: "It's very important."

There were too many emotions mixed in that gaze, Song Mian couldn't understand it, and didn't dare to look at him for too long, there was always an illusion of falling into his gaze.

The milk ran out quickly, Song Mian threw the empty bottle into the trash can, turned to Lu Yu and said, "I'm already packing up, and I'll be leaving the Song family in a few days. I'm sorry about the identity exchange..."

"You don't need to leave, it's your home." Lu Yu said lightly, "You don't need to say sorry, it has nothing to do with you."

Song Mian was slightly taken aback, she didn't expect Lu Yu to say this.

He thought that even if he said that, Lu Yu would think that he was pretending, and his attitude would not be very good.

But now it seemed that Lu Yu didn't need to mind his existence.

Although the book does not clearly state what the protagonist Lu Yu thinks of Song Mian, his attitude will definitely not be as good as it is now.

Song Mian was silent for a moment before saying, "You should be familiar with the school, right? It's almost time for class, let's go back to the classroom."

"What's the rush?"

Song Mian turned around and was about to go back to the classroom, when she saw Zhang Zhicheng standing behind him, holding a long mallet in his hand, beating it in the palm of his hand, the smile on his face was full of unkindness.

Song Mian's eyelids twitched, and she pursed her lips.

Zhang Zhicheng held the mallet in both hands, pretending that there was someone in front of him, and knocked it down into the air, "Damn, do you think I beat it like this? Or this way? Or this way?"

After knocking from the front, he turned to the side, and finally he charged forward, striking forward as if he were playing golf.

The boy called Erdan immediately applauded: "Brother Cheng is the most handsome in any pose!"

"That's it." Zhang Zhicheng flicked his bangs, proudly put the mallet on his shoulders, and challenged Song Mian with a smile: "I've been looking for you for a long time, and I finally found you. Come on, today either you will die or I will die." live."

He pointed at Song Mian with a mallet.

Song Mian was very calm, looking at the stick in front of her eyes, she couldn't help but move it to the side.

The stick followed him closely, Song Mian felt very uncomfortable and moved it again.

After repeated several times, Zhang Zhicheng became impatient: "Try moving again!"

Song Mian didn't move, she just asked Zhang Zhicheng, "Is there anything you can do to find me in the classroom today?"

"Apart from beating you, what else can I do?" Zhang Zhicheng sneered, "Could it be that I want to treat you to dinner?"

The younger brother took a sip, and raised his middle finger dismissively: "You are daydreaming."

"I'm missing a book and a letter in my drawer." Song Mian stared at Zhang Zhicheng closely, not letting go of any expression on his face: "Both books and letters are very important."

"What did you say?" Zhang Zhicheng didn't seem to hear clearly, and asked the younger brother beside him: "What did he just say? What book, what letter?"

"Brother Cheng, what he means is that you are a thief!" The younger brother was furious.

Hearing this, Zhang Zhi was so angry that he almost beat him with the mallet in his hand: "You are the thief, and rumors about you have been spread all over the school. You are a thief and you call others thieves? I don't like stealing." Your broken book? You think too highly of yourself."

"That's right, brother Cheng, why don't we care about your stuff?" The younger brother was extremely aggrieved: "Song Mian, you, don't bully others too much."

Song Mian felt a little helpless.

Compared with you guys holding a mallet, who is bullying too much?

"I won't talk nonsense with you. That who, get out of the way." Zhang Zhicheng waved to Lu Yu: "It's none of your business, just watch from the side."

After he beat up Song Mian, he would also punish Lu Yu, making him regret being so rude to him this morning.

"Brother Cheng, come on, Brother Cheng, come on!" The younger brother shouted excitedly.

He yelled too loudly, because there were many people around because he hadn't started class yet, upon hearing this yell, and seeing Zhang Zhicheng's posture holding the mallet, he called the dean over.

*

"What are you going to do with a mallet?" In the office, a middle-aged man wearing glasses carefully observed the mallet in his hand, and asked Zhang Zhicheng with a smile.

His tone sounded too gentle, Zhang Zhicheng subconsciously said: "Fight."

"Oh, fight." The dean nodded, touched the mallet, and said in an unclear tone: "I remember you have invited parents three times this month, right? How long has it been since the last time? You just can't wait to be here Standing in my office?"

"Director!" Zhang Zhicheng said unconvinced: "I didn't! I just want to avenge Mianmian!"

"Miao Mianmian?" Hearing this name, the dean was taken aback: "The murderer who killed Miao Mianmian has not been caught yet, what revenge do you have?"

"I didn't catch anything! Isn't it Song Mian! He is so suspicious that he killed him!" Zhang Zhicheng pointed at Song Mian, gnashing his teeth.

The dean glanced at Song Mian, who was standing obediently, and Lu Yu, who was indifferent, and lightly tapped Zhang Zhicheng's forehead with a mallet, and said with a smile, "Naughty. If he is more suspicious, you are even more suspicious. Why don't you suspect that you are the murderer?"

"I..." Zhang Zhicheng said with an ugly face, "How could I kill Mianmian!"

"Okay." The dean said coldly: "If your father hadn't apologized everywhere, do you think you can still stay in the school? Zhang Zhicheng, can you be more peaceful? Let your father not worry? The murderer The police will find out, you don’t need to tell who is the murderer here, just take care of yourself. You know that the college entrance examination is about to happen?”

Seeing his reckless appearance, the dean sighed, "Raise your hand, raise it higher, and raise it higher."

Zhang Zhicheng reluctantly raised his hands to the highest.

The dean put the mallet horizontally in his hand: "Hold it up for me, go stand outside, don't put it down, and don't change your posture in any way. And you, put these books on my head, Lose one copy and it will double."

He put a few books on the little brother's head, waved his hand, and signaled them to get out quickly.

This dean is known as a smiling tiger in the school. He looks nice to you with a smile on the surface, but he is actually very cruel.

Zhang Zhicheng couldn't get angry, walked out of the office with a livid face, and when he passed by Song Mian, he gave Song Mian a hard look.

"Come here." The teaching director waved to Song Mian.

Song Mian walked over and stood there quietly.

"You didn't cause trouble, did you?" The dean narrowed his eyes.

"No." The dean was taken aback by the neat answer, who didn't expect Song Mian to ignore him.

In the past, they would not even give a glance.

"Really not?"

"No." Song Mian shook her head and said in a gentle voice, "I was showing Lu Yu around the school when Zhang Zhicheng suddenly appeared. Director, I want to check the surveillance cameras in the corridor outside our class. I lost a book. It's very important. Book, I want to find it."

"This..." The dean grinned, the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes piled up because of this smile, and his tone was so gentle that it made people get goosebumps: "No way ~ I don't believe what you say, kid."