Raiders, Boys' Dream Factory!

Holding the gift box in his left hand and the gift box in his right hand, standing at the door of Zhang Fei's house, Chang Sheng stared at the door in front of him, feeling that the pressure was so great that he could almost bury him, and the war ghost standing next to him couldn't let him I feel a little better.

Seeing his gloomy face, Zhan Gui patted his shoulder lightly, and Chang Sheng sighed: "How should I see my teacher..."

"Don't worry, he looks good." Zhan Gui recalled Zhang Fei at dinner last night and said.

"That's because Aunt Hua was there at the time, so he wanted to pretend he was okay?" Chang Sheng hit the nail on the head, "If Aunt Hua knew..."

Zhan Gui also sighed—his boss really didn't understand what happened, otherwise Zhang Fei's life would be ten times more difficult now.

Sighing was not an option, Chang Sheng raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The door opened quickly, and Zhong Cuo's children's version standing at the door raised his head to look at the two of them, and said lightly: "It's you, come in."

While speaking, his figure swayed slightly, and his whole body suddenly became taller.

"The effect of this blindfold is amazing..." Chang Sheng muttered.Although he had heard Zhan Gui mention it, he still felt different when he saw it with his own eyes.

"It's nothing." Zhong Cuo couldn't see any pride on his face. He took the gift box and let the two of them into the room.

From his reaction, Chang Sheng could basically infer Zhang Fei's state. At that moment, he only felt that the pressure on his body was a little bit heavier.

Zhang Fei was sitting on the sofa in the living room. He was leaning on the arm of the sofa, looking out of the window with misty eyes. Waking up half bright, half sad.

"It's been like this since yesterday." Zhong Cuo said expressionlessly.

With a thud, Changsheng couldn't help swallowing.

He stepped forward cautiously: "That... teacher?"

Zhang Fei turned his head.

His face was completely immersed in the shadows at the moment, a face that was usually full of vitality was now lifeless, his eyes looked at Changsheng, but the location of his eyes was illusory, swaying here and there, it seemed that his life was not long.

"Are you here?" He blinked, "Sit, please sit."

Even the voice was weak.

"..." Changsheng walked to the sofa with small steps, and sat down cautiously.He smiled dryly: "That... teacher?"

"Ok?"

"...Don't... be sad." He tried hard to choose words, "Then...we won't let a good person go, and we won't wrong a bad person..."

He himself was incoherent.

"Don't worry, he's fine," Zhong Cuo's voice drifted over coolly, "After lunch, I ate three peaches in one go. I guess I can't even walk now. I'm just sitting there to digest my food."

Zhang Fei let out a peach-flavored belch sadly: "I didn't eat yours on purpose..."

Zhong Cuo snorted: "If you didn't eat that one more, you wouldn't be like this now."

"I accidentally ate it..."

"..." Chang Sheng felt that all his worries were unnecessary: ​​"Teacher, are you alright?"

"It's something, it's not a normal thing." Zhang Fei stood up and stretched, with a wry smile on his face, "If it's not something to do with me, then what is it?"

Suspended for reflection.

This is the school's punishment for Zhang Fei's destruction of museum facilities, which is a little bit better than directly dismissing him and letting him go home and eat himself - this is still saved by the principal and the principal's grandson.The director of their school's security department and the curator of the museum are old comrades in arms. They were also at the scene that day. After discovering Zhang Fei's good deeds, the old man was so angry on the spot that he almost used the exhibits next to him to hit Zhang Fei's head.After being stopped, I originally planned to take Zhang Fei directly to the police station, but fortunately, Changsheng reacted quickly, so he insisted on persuading him. The price was that Zhang Fei had to fully compensate the loss of the museum - the money was being calculated over there, and it probably wouldn't be long. Bill will be sent to him.

During the whole process, Zhang Fei hardly said a word. It's not that he didn't want to defend himself, but he couldn't say anything. Four Japanese came over and robbed the exhibits, replaced them with fake ones, and ran away. Although he was not good at protecting the exhibits, He also managed to snatch one of the opponent's items, but it's actually a bit of credit?

Then he doesn't need to go to the police station, just go directly to the mental hospital to register.After all, apart from him, no one in the entire museum saw the four Japanese.

Yes, no one, even Chang Sheng had only a vague impression of "someone is coming", but he couldn't remember who it was at all.

Of course, there was no image left on the monitor, and the four-person car disappeared into the world like a puff of smoke.

If it wasn't for the fan still in his hand, Zhang Feizhen would have wondered if this was a dream he had.

"I went to investigate. There are signs that the monitors have been tampered with, but they may have been tampered with by themselves, so they can't be used as evidence." Knowing that Zhang Fei didn't really recover from a setback, Chang Sheng was relieved, "However, the surrounding streets Surveillance cameras caught the car — they were being careless."

"What about the results of the investigation?"

"The car belongs to a company, Yaoyang Real Estate in this city." Changsheng said, "I don't know who was using this car that day. I checked the Japanese tourists who came to Linshan in the past few days at the airport. But there is no one who fits your description, maybe they came from somewhere else."

Zhang Fei rubbed his temples: "That means there are still no clues? Damn it...how is the school going?"

"It's a lot of noise." Changsheng shrugged. Zhang Fei's incident is now the hot news in Chonghua High School. The post on the school forum is very fast, and the previous No. 1 campus strange talk post was quickly suppressed. .The "protecting Zhang faction" who believed that Zhang Fei was innocent must have a reason, and the "reversing Zhang faction" who were indignant at his actions were in full swing, and the smell of gunpowder was almost spreading to reality.

"Not bad, at least some students are willing to believe in me." Zhang Fei was a little relieved.

"But if this matter is not resolved quickly..." Chang Sheng was a little distressed.The school had to give the museum an explanation, and it was impossible to let Zhang Fei go back to work after the incident subsided. Although he and his grandfather believed that Zhang Fei was innocent, they couldn't act arbitrarily...

Seeing his gloomy face, Zhang Fei smiled instead: "I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry? Don't worry, this matter is not over."

His eyes narrowed, and the fierce light flickered: "You fucking smashed my place in front of me and threw all the responsibility on me? Want to run? Good idea! I have ten thousand ways to kill them!"

After finishing speaking, he threw himself on the sofa angrily: "Longevity!"

"Ok?"

"Come with me to the museum tomorrow."

"You are not afraid of being caught by the curator..." Changsheng kindly reminded, "He is from the special forces, and he has been shot on the battlefield."

"What are you afraid of?" Zhang Fei shook his head bravely, "The police station is next door."

"..." Facts have proved that it is impossible to defeat a person like Zhang Fei, and Chang Sheng clearly realized this.

After discussing the countermeasures for tomorrow, Chang Sheng quickly left, Zhang Fei sent the two of them out, and went home, where they met a pair of teasing eyes.

"What's the matter, Xiao Fei?" Zhang Fei smiled lazily.

"You really have a way?"

"No," Zhang Fei spread his hands, "I don't know his identity or his purpose, just rely on this..." He shook the fan in his hand, "If they grab the knife and leave, what can I do?"

"That……"

"It's just a grievance. Besides, I did watch them take things away. It's my responsibility." Zhang Fei sighed, and his expression became serious. "So I'm a little bit wronged, it's nothing."

Zhong Cuo was silent for a moment, walked over and patted Zhang Fei on the shoulder.It is true that he has grown taller, but it is still a bit difficult to reach Zhang Fei's shoulders, which looks a little funny.Zhang Fei smiled, sat down and let someone pat his shoulders casually.

"I won't find it, definitely not." Zhong Cuo didn't know whether he was encouraging Zhang Fei or himself.

"Well, definitely not." Zhang Fei responded in a low voice, and moved his head to Zhong Cuo's shoulder.

This action was a bit too intimate, Zhong Cuo's body froze for a while, considering the fact that someone needed comfort, he didn't break away, but leaned into Zhang Fei's arms.

It was rare for the atmosphere between the two to calm down. Zhang Fei rubbed the kid in his arms, and said in a hoarse voice, "Fortunately, you are here..."

"……Is it?"

"It would be great if it could be a week later..."

"Huh?" Zhong Cuo frowned—maybe it was because he had known someone for too long, and he felt intuitively that it would be best to stop someone's mouth here, otherwise...

Sorry to be late.

"One week later, I should pay my salary—oh, and a bonus." Zhang Fei sighed deeply, counting with his fingers, "I spent a lot of money last month, and now I'm almost out of money. Auntie can lend it to me, but she must get to the bottom of it, if I let her know why I was suspended for self-reflection... Dad will definitely fly back and pick my skin, absolutely."

Zhong Cuo calmly and slowly broke free from Zhang Fei's arms. Zhang Fei didn't notice it, but was still muttering: "I almost borrowed money from Changsheng just now, but he is my student anyway, and the teacher can't lose face..."

He seemed to have thought of something, raised his head, and looked at Zhong Cuo with bright eyes: "You said that if I asked Bai Wuchang to pay part of the money in advance, would he agree? Five million, even if you pay me one percent in advance, at least It's okay to get through this month... Anyway, it's only five months away, is it okay?"

Zhong Cuo was silent for a moment, and said: "...I want to eat KFC tonight."

"Eh?" Zhang Fei blinked, as if he couldn't accept such a drastic change of topic, "Why? No, the point of the question is the current situation at home..."

"The priest must take good care of the ghost king." Zhong Cuo smiled and patted Zhang Fei on the shoulder, so hard that he almost didn't stagger. "Come on, for 'your' 500 million."