Fake is true

"What time does class start?"

"Six fifty."

After finishing the report, Mu Zhou subconsciously looked at the screen, it was already 41:[-].

"Not leaving early?" Yan Fangsheng asked again.

Mu Zhou didn't move, "Don't worry."

Far apart, it is rare to see them.

Mu Zhou looked at Yan Fangsheng carefully, and felt that he seemed to be thinner, and the line of his jaw was more sharp. He didn't know whether it was the reason for the reflection of the light or Yan Fangsheng's own lip color. His lips looked a little pale.

"What's on the face?"

"Ah?" Mu Zhou lost his mind.

"On the eyebrows."

The small picture couldn't be seen, so Mu Zhou had to click on the big picture, and leaned over to the camera to take a look, and found that the forehead was stained with paint at some point, and there was a very subtle dance.

The gouache is easy to fall off, and it disappears after a few picks. Mu Zhou switched the perspective, and belatedly thought that the big picture on Yan Fangsheng's side was looking at him?

This kind of secret thing, you can't think about it, once you think about it, Mu Zhou can feel the sweetness.

After chatting about nothing, at 45:[-], Yan Fang said, "It's time for you to go to class."

Mu Zhou raised his eyes to look at the time, he really had to leave, he held back sullenly, "—oh."

"Goodbye." Yan Fang said.

"Bye, brother."

Mu Zhou hung up the video and didn't move for a while, the screen recorder was still on, and when he realized that he had recorded for a long time out of thin air, he quickly turned off the screen recorder, and after confirming that the video was saved, Mu Zhou pressed the button to turn it off.

But it stops when confirming shutdown.

To make an exception, once the mouth is opened, it is difficult to be determined again. Mu Zhou stopped and did not move, and canceled the shutdown after a long while.

Before going out, the wind slammed the balcony door against the wall with a muffled sound, and Mu Zhou was startled by the shock.

He hurried over to close the door, but was disturbed by the heavy wind and rain outside.

Has it fallen to this level?

Mu Zhou frowned, Yan Fangsheng's face under the light suddenly floated in his mind.

Lips are very white.

Glanced his face out of the camera several times.

After closing the door, Mu Zhou moved. He took the umbrella from the cabinet and ran towards the stairs. Both elevators were going down, but they had already missed the floor where Mu Zhou was.

At the time of class, the most people use the elevator.

Looking at the sky outside through the entrance of the corridor, it is dull and gloomy, and the lead-gray dark clouds look extraordinarily thick.

Mu Zhou didn't wait any longer, he ran down from the safe passage on the other side, taking three steps in two at a time. The surge of movement made him run down the third floor and his chest began to vibrate, his heart beating powerfully, shaking his whole body Numb.

All rationality will pour over at a certain moment, rushing to sensibility without hesitation.

Mu Zhou didn't control this strange imbalance, but let it go.

His whole body and mind were mobilized, and as far as his eyes could see, he could only see the downward, continuous downward movement. If it weren't for the different signs on each floor, he would probably think that he had strayed into some infinite loop space.

He ran faster and faster, like a gust of wind.

So much so that when someone came out of the corridor on the first floor, Mu Zhou almost evaded and ran straight into it.

"I'm sorry!" Mu Zhou subconsciously grabbed the handrail to restrain himself from leaning forward.

With one hand stretched into a line, it was only at risk that it stopped.

The person who was almost hit by Mu Zhou was stunned, stretched out his hand to support him, and said gently: "There is still one minute, don't worry."

Mu Zhou slowed down and found out that it was a teaching assistant.

"Mr. Xu, I'm sorry." Mu Zhou gasped twice, holding his umbrella tightly.

"Let's go, let's go there together." Xu Shuyan let go of his hands and stood up straight.

"Teacher, I won't go to the classroom."

"Ok?"

"My brother is sick...I have to go back."

Xu Shuyan frowned, and asked with concern, "Is it serious?"

"Ah."

"How long will you be on leave?"

"I'll just go back for one night, and I'll be back tomorrow."

"Okay." Xu Shuyan nodded.

"Then Teacher Xu——I'm leaving first?"

"Don't worry." Xu Shuyan called him back, "I'll go down with you to sign the leave."

With the help of Xu Shuyan, Mu Zhou did not encounter any obstacles in signing the leave note, but the weather outside was worrying. Xu Shuyan proposed to drive Mu Zhou there, but Mu Zhou refused.

"Thank you teacher, it's more convenient for me to take a taxi by myself, so I don't bother you."

Realizing that Mu Zhou was not being polite, Xu Shuyan said, "Okay."

The teacher at the front desk handed the leave note to Mu Zhou, "Remember to call back when you get home, it's on the leave form."

Although the weather is not sunny, the efficiency of taking a taxi is very high. Mu Zhou held up the umbrella and waited for a taxi. After reporting the location and getting on the bus, the driver put the umbrella on the watch and said, "An extra 20 yuan will be added. Too far."

After looking at the navigation, he added: "The road is still winding."

Normally, Mu Zhou would definitely leave as soon as he opened the door, but today was an exception, and he wanted to go back as soon as possible.

Twenty is twenty.

"it is good."

The driver smiled, perhaps because he thought Mu Zhou was easy to talk to, hummed a few words to the car music, and then started chatting. He first asked how old Mu Zhou was, and then asked him why he went so far away. Mu Zhou was not interested in answering, so he slowly stopped talking.

Mu Zhou leaned against the window, avoiding the possibility of the driver looking at him in the mirror, turned on the phone and swipe down, and after thinking about it, he still didn't reveal it to Yan Fangsheng.

After looking around, he discovered that Xu Donglin had sent a bunch of messages, saying that he encountered some difficulties and wanted Guan Muzhou to borrow some money for emergency use.

According to what Xu Donglin meant, the money was intended to be taken from the insurance compensation.

After signing the contract, Yan Fangsheng kept an eye out and contacted the lawyer to draft additional content, forcing Xu Donglin to change the pre-stored phone number of the bank card to Mu Zhou's mobile phone number, but Mu Zhou filled in Yan Fangsheng's Yes, this caused Yan Fangsheng to be notified of every penny that Xu Donglin took away.

The contract was signed in black and white, and Xu Donglin was not allowed to change the mobile phone number without authorization. Mu Zhou guessed that if there was no such relationship, Xu Donglin would have misappropriated it by himself.

Xu Donglin sent this bunch of messages on Monday, and on Tuesday he sent another one, saying that he had withdrawn 30, but during the day today, Xu Donglin sent another message, asking why Mu Zhou had to force him to a dead end.

Mu Zhou sat up straight, read all the content seriously, and didn't understand the meaning of Xu Donglin's words.

He didn't do anything, and he didn't even know what happened, but he reacted very quickly, and suddenly thought that Yan Fangsheng should have done something for him.

It's just that Yan Fangsheng didn't mention it to him.

Mu Zhou bit his lip, wanting to know the twists and turns, so he sent a message to Yan Fangsheng.

A boat: brother, do you know about my uncle withdrawing money?

Y: He is back.

He replied lightly, Mu Zhou didn't know how he did it in one day.

After all, Xu Donglin didn't look like someone who would spit out the money after taking it.

Y: Not in class?

exposed.

A Ship: Finished

Y: show me

Mu Zhou: ...

Yan Fangsheng had seen the paintings stored in his mobile phone a long time ago, chatting with him, other topics caused trouble, and asking Yan Fangsheng to help him look at the paintings was the easiest way to chat, and Mu Zhou always did this.

But he hasn't been near the phone recently, and he hasn't updated the photos on the phone at all. Where can he find a new painting to show Yan Fangsheng?

A boat: I'm on the toilet.

Mu Zhou found a clumsy excuse and blushed.

Y: Is the phone not turned off today?

One Ship: Not Closed Today