I suspect you are not a good student

last night?

Several people turned their attention to Xia Wanli, he was the only one who was not absent from Chi Che's side during the whole process.

"He's fine!" Xia Wanli whispered.

He has been thinking about this question ever since Chi Che lost contact, but he couldn't come to any conclusion, so he could only get more and more panicked when he thought about it, but yesterday he still...

"Didn't you disappear for a while yesterday?" Xie Chuhong reminded him.

In the evening of summer, the language of Li is blocked.

"Okay, you guys go to Director Tang's office first, and we'll talk about the details when you come back." Bai Siming interrupted at the right time.

Question after question, Xie Chuhong and Zhou Shi were strangely silent all the way out of the classroom.

Xie Chuhong was already certain in his heart that Chi Che was probably locked up at home by his mother, but now it is obvious that the photo problem is more serious.

"Is it possible that the photo wasn't taken by Yi Ming..." Zhou Shiyi murmured in his heart.

They didn't expect Director Tang to have this incident, but at least they have clarified the photos, what if they don't even have photos...

The unknown who didn't know what was caught engulfed the two of them. Zhou Shiyi quickly raised another self-blaming guess: "Could it be that Xu Heshen didn't leave at all yesterday."

Now being turned into an army, it can only show that Yi Ming's undercover work failed, and he still vividly remembers what happened last night.

"It's okay." Xie Chuhong was calm now. Maybe he had expected the failure, "If something really happened, Bai Siming must be more panicked than us."

Zhou Shiyi took a deep breath when he knocked on the door: "I hope so."

Director Tang's voice quickly came from inside: "Chuhong and Shiyi, come in and close the door for me."

The eyebrows of the two jumped.

It's nice to have something to talk about, why is it still closed today.

When entering the office, Director Tang was still leaning over the table reading novels.

The mirror frame was placed on the bridge of the nose seriously, as if studying some literature, with a leisurely and relaxed expression, but in the eyes of the guilty two, they became confident, and there was an unknown envelope with a message from Bai Siming in their hands.

Zhou Shiyi took the initiative to walk in front, probing: "...Is Director Tang looking for us to check and accept the results of the math test paper?"

Xie Chuhong couldn't help but glanced at the back of the front, and suddenly felt that his brother was unreliable except when he was dissatisfied with desire, but he was actually quite clever at other times.

Director Tang invited them to sit side by side on the chairs arranged in front of the desk.

The two of them stared at his face for a moment and did not dare to relax. When Director Tang mentioned Xu Heshen, Xie Chuhong twisted the fingers on Zhou Shi's leg under the table, but Zhou Shi caught him without changing his expression.

"You also know that Xu Heshen from Class [-] is the best writer in our school." Director Tang raised his glasses, the more unintentional the appearance, the more confused the two were.

"I called you here this time, it's indeed a bit of a private matter that needs to be discussed."

Xie Chuhong twisted his hands again, Zhou Shi caught him again and again, their hearts were in their throats, but when Director Tang's voice changed, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "The last draft for a youth magazine was really well written!"

Xie and Zhou: "?"

Xie Chuhong loosened his grip, and Director Tang no longer kept it a secret.

"I was very satisfied after reading it over there. Originally, the manuscript fee was [-] yuan, but the editor-in-chief liked the manuscript very much, so he wanted to increase the manuscript fee to [-] yuan, and insisted on asking me to ask the author if he would like to make a long-term appointment."

Xie and Zhou: "...?"

Seeing that the two were completely confused, Director Tang thought that the children were surprised just like him, and laughed loudly: "It's true, I didn't tease you, so who wrote that manuscript? Chu Hong When it was sent to me, it was written in tithe."

Zhou Shiyi looked at Xie Chuhong in surprise, and found that Xie Chuhong also looked at him in surprise.

Director Tang made a bold guess: "Is it because Chu Hong is not satisfied with the writing, and I am embarrassed to say that I wrote it myself, so I said it was written by Shi Yi?"

Xie Chuhong resolutely denied: "No, I didn't write it, it was written by Tithe, it was me who couldn't write this kind of draft."

Director Tang blinked: "What do you mean by not being able to write...?"

The neck of Xie Chuhong's collar was dyed a little red, facing the visiting eyes of the grade director, his throat was a little tight, and he was gently rubbed by the big palm wrapped under the table: "I thought I could write it if I worked hard, but later Until the last night of the deadline, I didn’t write anything satisfactory.”

Director Tang smiled peacefully as usual: "Are you asking too much of yourself? Although your composition is not as good as Xu Heshen's, your score is not low."

"This... is different from the test composition." Xie Chuhong didn't say the answer in his heart, "This topic must be written better than mine, so I will leave it to you without opening it."

Director Tang still remembered the time when he received the document, at 05:30 in the morning.

He was worried that Xie Chuhong stayed up all night, but the content was neat and beautiful, and he couldn't find any faults at all, so he simply didn't ask any more questions, and sent it to the editor without asking.

"So you are afraid that you won't be able to write it yourself, so you asked Zhou Shiyi to mention what you wrote for you in advance?" Director Tang tried to understand the current situation.

Xie Chuhong clenched his brother's hands under the table even tighter: "No, Shi Yi took the initiative to write for me..."

He was seldom ashamed like this.

If he felt that he couldn’t write well or could not write well, he should say it directly, but at that time he had a hard time accepting that he was so far behind a “good student” that he couldn’t even work hard...

Zhou Shiyi took the initiative to pick up: "Actually, it's not a help, I just wrote it casually. I didn't expect Chuhong to trust me so much."

Director Tang lingered on the two children for a while, and finally moved to the calm Zhou Shiyi: "It's not about pursuing responsibility, after all, the result is good, but it's just a surprise. I didn't expect Shiyi's article to be so well written. , Does the Shi family have a lawyer?"

Xie Chuhong was astonished.

Zhou Shiyi was not surprised: "My dad is, but he just happened to have feelings for that topic, and it doesn't show his level if he writes well, so he has been asking for manuscripts for a long time..."

Director Tang quickly interrupted: "Don't be in a hurry to reject me, the topic for the next issue over there has already been given to me, why don't you try it first."

Zhou Shiyi still felt bad: "I really don't have any literary talents. If it's a long-term one, I think it's better to find Xu Heshen."

Director Tang paused, licked his lower lip and said, "Since I closed the door, it means that the other side is really sincere in this matter. I also read Xu Heshen's article there, but the editor-in-chief seems to like it more. Your writing style."

Apart from Xie Chuhong's whole situation, he had read Zhou Shiyi's composition, but he couldn't sum up any special style at all.

Apparently Zhou Shiyi himself was also fooled by this matter: "...I still have a style of writing?"

"Of course! If you can use this style in your homework, your score will definitely not be lower!" Speaking of the fact that the test score can be raised, Director Tang immediately cheered up, "It's that kind...you know French, right?"

Zhou Shiyi: "?"

Xie Chuhong instantly understood: "Is it similar to 'freedom', 'limit', 'right', 'boundary'?"

Director Tang hit it off with him: "Yes, yes, but it's more than that. In the words of the editor-in-chief, the whole article is rational and reasoning, but it's also extremely sexy, and there is a sense of youthful integrity between the lines."

When the crisis was resolved, Xie Chuhong also got excited: "Then what is the title of the next issue?"

""Don't Let Your Youth Lose Your Time"." Director Tang looked at Zhou Shiyi expectantly, "It's okay if you can't write it, let's try it first, and it will be handed in next week. One draft is only [-] words, three to five hundred The manuscript fee is not bad."

Zhou Shiyi just wanted to say that this topic is too sensational and he can't write it, but Xie Chuhong has already agreed for him: "This topic will definitely be written in Shiyi, Director Tang, is there anything else?"

"Ah, and how are the math test papers I gave you?

"There are only a few last ones left. I will accompany him to make one every day. I will sort out my thoughts and send them to you when I come back."

The nerves in Xie Chuhong's mind were already completely relaxed, but Director Tang joked abruptly: "You two have a really good relationship, you rushed to write the draft, and accompanied you in the math test papers."

The two felt suffocated.

Fortunately, Director Tang quickly drove them out of the office, and didn't continue to talk about it. He only told him to keep the matter of drafting a secret, especially not to let Xu Heshen know like last time.

"It hurts my self-esteem. I was afraid that when he heard that you had given up the quota for the composition competition, he would drop out of it when he got emotional."

Later Zhou Shiyi asked Xie Chuhong how he could write that kind of topic.

Xie Chuhong couldn't give a specific answer, so he insisted that he could write anyway.

The expected heavy hammer didn't fall, and Chi Che's mother didn't tell me why Chi Che was sick, and Bai Siming couldn't force her to ask.

Xia Wanli couldn't get in touch with anyone, her little head didn't know what was going on, and she was depressed all day long.

Yi Ming had no choice but to continue to send Xu Heshen further inquiries on WeChat.

- "Are you sure the photo has been given out? Why is there no movement from Laobai?"

That head came back quickly.

- "I found someone to put directly in your grade director's office"

- "I heard that the two of them were called in the morning, didn't you say anything?"

Yi Ming exchanged glances with the two people sitting next to him.

- "No, it seems that I just talked about the math test paper"

- "Is it because the photo is not enough, and the grade director didn't take it seriously?"

Xu Heshen stared at the mobile phone screen under the desk, bit the thumb of his left hand, and typed with one hand.

-"hammer"

- "At the latest when they go home at night, there will be a reaction"

-"?What's the meaning"

- "I also sent a copy to Zhou Shiyi's parents"

After posting this sentence, Xu Heshen blocked Yi Ming, clicked on the settings, and directly applied for the cancellation of the WeChat account.

Yi Ming looked at the string of red bubbles next to the re-send message, and was completely dumbfounded.

He thought that Xie Chuhong and Zhou Shiyi were at least going to collapse in place, but he didn't know that they both breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

Yi Ming was even more worried: "Are you overly frightened and your brains are broken?"

Even if there are photos of Xie Chuhong and Li Di that have been cleaned up, it would be annoying for parents to know about them.

On the same day, Xie Chuhong and Zhou Shiyi rehearsed several plans to explain that no one cheated.

Little did they know that the two parents were also rehearsing.

The envelopes were sent to their companies anonymously. As soon as Qiu Yun took out the photos, she frantically called Zhou Changde.

Zhou Changde was meeting the client in the office at the time, and saw more than 50 missed calls in bright red on his mobile phone after sending the customer away.

An assistant shouted outside: "Zhou Lu, there is your courier."

Halfway through the first semester of the third year of senior high school, due to the frequently changing weather conditions in Hong Kong, it is already necessary to keep a long-sleeved jacket in the bag.

In the living room with only one small light on, the four of them sat around the table quietly, facing each other in twos. The envelope of the same style that was just seen on Director Tang's desk was placed in the middle of the table.

The scene was silent for a while.

All four of them were thinking in their hearts: How should we show that they actually know and appease each other's emotions...