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

Song Mian's shoulders trembled from his tone.

He lowered his head, making it difficult to see the expression on his face.

From Lu Yu's point of view, all he could see was his fair side face and his tightly pursed lips as if he was about to laugh.

"However, I can help you take a look." The dean said, "But I have a condition."

Song Mian immediately raised her head, "Say it."

He has a warm expression, bright eyes, and a smile in his eyes.The dean couldn't help sighing, "How nice you are, why didn't you want to communicate with your classmates before?"

I am afraid that only the author who wrote this book knows the answer.

Of course, it was impossible for Song Mian to tell the dean that the previous Song Mian was not herself at all, and said softly, "It was because of me before, but now that I have figured it out, it will never be the same in the future."

"Okay." The dean nodded, and released his own conditions: "If you can enter the top 500 in the grade in this monthly exam, I will help you watch the monitor and find books..."

"Okay!" Song Mian agreed before he finished the rest of the sentence.

The dean raised his eyebrows, a little surprised that Song Mian agreed so quickly, thinking that he didn't understand the conditions he said clearly, and repeated: "It's five hundred, did you hear clearly? Just agree so quickly, are you sure you can?" do it?"

There are more than 1000 sophomores in the school, and Song Mian had more than 1000 every time before, and the grades are so poor that it is unimaginable.

Now that he wants to be promoted to [-], he would agree so without hesitation?

"I heard clearly, I will work hard to reach five hundred."

"It's only a few days before the monthly exam." The director chuckled: "But it's a good thing for you to have confidence. Then come to me after you pass the exam. Go to the classroom now, and Lu Yu will stay."

Song Mian walked out of the office, and when she closed the door, she was glared several times by Zhang Zhicheng who was standing beside her.

"Song Mian, don't let me seize the opportunity."

Song Mian stood in front of him, stared at his wrist for a while, and suddenly asked, "Do you wear a watch?"

"No." Without realizing what Song Mian was up to, Zhang Zhicheng said subconsciously, his tone normal.

"The murderer wears a watch." Song Mian said, "I am not the murderer."

Hearing these words, Zhang Zhicheng took down the mallet he had been holding up, with a sneer on the corner of his mouth: "Wearing a watch?"

He grabbed Song Yu's collar and his eyes were tearing apart: "You really are the murderer."

"I'm not a murderer." Song Mian frowned at the firm tone and looked at her wrist.

Could it be that he had worn a watch before?

"You wore a watch before, and now you tell me that the murderer wears a watch to play me like a monkey?"

Zhang Zhicheng's words confirmed Song Mian's conjecture, he was startled, and after thinking about it, he had no memory of wearing a watch at all.

Zhang Zhicheng's hands became more and more forceful, as if he wanted to strangle Song Mian to death.

Song Mian took out her phone and put it in front of Zhang Zhicheng after finishing Baidu.

"I didn't lie to you. I'm not the murderer. I don't remember wearing a watch. Do you see this watch I'm wearing?"

"No." Zhang Zhicheng glanced reluctantly, and said indifferently.

"The murderer is wearing this brand of watch. You know a lot of people at school, look at the pictures carefully, and think about whether anyone has worn this watch before."

Zhang Zhicheng let go of Song Mian's collar: "Why should I trust you? You let me see it?"

He said he didn't want to, but he stared at the picture sincerely for a while, then turned his head and asked Er Dan: "Have you seen it?"

"No." Er Dan shook his head.

"You were suspected by the police, and I was also suspected by the police." Song Mian said, "I think we should work together to find the murderer. What were you doing the day Miao Mianmian died?"

"...beating people." Zhang Zhicheng threw out two words calmly.

He still didn't believe Song Mian, and he was ready to move the stick in his hand, waiting for Song Mian to say something that he didn't like, and the stick would greet him.

"I testify!" Erdan said excitedly: "Brother Cheng was so powerful that day, he beat that fat man until his nose was bruised and his face was swollen. No, he hasn't come to class yet. Hmph, he deserves it, who made him so disgusting."

Song Mian took a step back, fearing that Zhang Zhicheng would really hit him with the mallet: "I really want to find the murderer too. Zhang Zhicheng, believe it or not, the murderer is really not me. But I already have the evidence of the murderer." , as long as it is handed over to the police, the murderer should be found along with the evidence in a short time."

Hearing this sentence, Zhang Zhicheng showed a little smile on his face, but was quickly hidden: "Are you serious?"

"Really." Seeing that Zhang Zhicheng didn't seem to be pretending, Song Mian pondered for a moment, and said softly, "You stood next to my place at noon today and then left? Did you see other people in my place? Beside? I lost a book and a letter, you must tell me when you remember, that is very important to me."

"I don't remember." Speaking of which, Zhang Zhicheng got angry: "I don't do such sneaky things. But after I left, someone came looking for you." "Who?"

"Li Ke."

The grandson even greeted him, acting as if they had a good relationship, causing Zhang Zhicheng to give Li Ke a provocative middle finger when he was leaving, hoping that Li Ke would jump over and beat him up.

It's a pity that Li Ke saw that the smile on the middle finger's face remained unchanged, which made Zhang Zhicheng angry and looked down on Li Ke.

Li Ke said about this, Song Mian closed her eyes: "I see. Thank you."

"Song Mian." Seeing that he was about to leave, Zhang Zhicheng stopped him and asked with a strange expression, "You really didn't kill Mianmian?"

"I have no reason to kill her. I heard that you once quarreled with Miao Mianmian because of one person. Who was that person?"

These words made Zhang Zhicheng's face darken, he took off his glasses, wiped them, and put them on again.

Song Mian found that his glasses were not dirty, but the action of wiping seemed to cover up something.

Like inner tension.

"I don't know who that person is, but I know that Mianmian gave him a gift. When I found out, I told her to break off the relationship. She promised me, but later I found out that she hadn't broken off, so I got angry with her There was an argument. I couldn't control it and pushed her."

"Do you know what gift you gave?"

"I don't know." Maybe it was because the two of them were arguing at the time, and Zhang Zhicheng's tone became very irritable when he spoke: "I asked her, but she just yelled that I was nosy, thinking that I shouldn't question her, she was so angry Break up with me. I didn't want to break up with her, so I didn't ask any more, but that person was from our school."

Song Mian: "Did you tell the police about this?"

"Say it." Zhang Zhicheng nodded.

At that time, the police had been questioning him all kinds of questions, completely suspecting that he was the murderer.

Zhang Zhicheng said everything that needed to be said, and Miao Mianmian also made it very clear that Miao Mianmian had an affair.

And tell the police that this person is very suspicious.

"What are you arguing about?" The office door was opened.

As soon as Zhang Zhicheng heard the voice of the dean, he immediately raised his hands and held up the mallet.

"Song Mian, do you have anything else to do?" Seeing that Song Mian was standing outside and hadn't left yet, the dean thought he had something to ask for himself.

"No." He stared at Lu Yu who walked out of the office, and blurted out a sentence: "I'll wait for Lu Yu to go back together."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lu Yu's eyes fell on him.

Song Mian was so embarrassed that she couldn't help buttoning her school uniform with her fingers, then turned around and said, "Class will start soon, the director, I'll go back first."

"You guys go back too." The director took the mallet and said to Zhang Zhicheng, "This thing is confiscated."

Zhang Zhicheng also wanted to say that I spent a lot of money to buy this thing in the supermarket, so please give it to me. Seeing the smiling face of the teaching director, he shut up and left quickly.

When turning the corner and going upstairs, Song Mian heard the young man behind him ask him in a hoarse voice, "Did you really wait for me just now?"

Song Mian didn't look back, embarrassed to lie, and said truthfully: "No. I stayed there and said a few words to Zhang Zhicheng. When the director asked me, I subconsciously said that. I'm sorry."

There was no sound from behind.

Just when Song Mian thought that Lu Yu probably didn't want to say a word to him, Lu Yu followed him, went upstairs beside him, and said softly, "What did you say to Zhang Zhicheng?"

"Ask him if he wears a watch."

"Why do you ask about this?"

"The murderer who killed Miao Mianmian wore a watch." Song Mian had never chatted with anyone so calmly after coming here for a long time, and she talked too much for a while: "Zhang Zhicheng is very suspected of killing Miao Mianmian, of course I There are also serious suspicions.”

"You just told me that, aren't you afraid that I'm a murderer?"

The two had already walked to the floor where the classrooms were located. Hearing this sentence, Song Mian paused. Just as he was about to say that you couldn't be the murderer, he saw Lu Yu also wearing a watch on his wrist.

Song Mian froze, her back was slightly stiff.

He never thought about whether the murderer could be Lu Yu, and he had some inexplicable confidence in Lu Yu.

Lu Yu put his hand in front of him, "Is it the same watch as the murderer's watch?"

The same color, but a completely different style, Song Mian heaved a sigh of relief and shook her head.

"I'm not a murderer, you seem very happy?" Lu Yu suddenly moved closer and stared into Song Mian's eyes.

His eyes are beautiful, dark and bright, always with a gentle smile.

The face so close made Song Mian's heart skip a beat, her throat tightened, and she couldn't speak a word.

He is naturally very happy that the protagonist is not a murderer. If the protagonist is a murderer, he feels that his cannon fodder may be the first to disappear.

"I..." Being too close, Song Mian felt that his consciousness was affected by Lu Yu's breath, and he didn't know what he was thinking, but the moment he opened his mouth to speak, a question appeared in his mind: " What brand of shower gel do you use?"

"No..." Hearing his own voice, Song Mian realized that he had directly asked the question. He wanted to explain something, but felt that there was no way to explain it. He wished he could just dig a hole in the ground and never come out for the rest of his life.

If he asked like this, would Lu Yu think he was crazy...

"Lavender." Seeing his blushing and embarrassed appearance, Lu Yu smiled.

Song Mian was stunned, looking at the corners of his slightly curved lips, a little absent-minded.

This was the first time Lu Yu smiled at him.

Song Mian didn't expect Lu Yu to look so cold and untouchable, yet smile so softly.

"It's lavender." Afraid that Song Mian didn't hear clearly, Lu Yu repeated it again.

Song Mian came back to his senses and instantly remembered the smell.

It was indeed lavender, his favorite smell.

In the real world, Song Mian used a lavender shower gel called "Meeting", which smelled very good. He has used it for seven or eight years.

But after graduating from high school, for some reason, this brand no longer makes shower gel, and it is no longer sold in the market.

Song Mian hadn't smelled this smell for a long time.

He also likes to drink the milk that Lu Yu drinks, even the way of drinking milk is the same.

The shower gel Lu Yu used also had the same scent as his favorite.

Is it a coincidence?

Song Mian thinks not.

Where did he meet Lu Yu, he must have met Lu Yu somewhere.

This thought made Song Mian feel crazy and restless, he reached out and grabbed Lu Yu's arm when he was about to leave.

"We must have met before... haven't we?"