I was raised by the BOSS in the infinite copy

Teacher Zhang opened the door and came in: "You guys are..."

"Teacher Zhang!" Xiang Fazhou quickly put down the things in his hands, stopped fighting with Bi Yufang, and looked at Teacher Zhang with his hands behind his back, like a mouse seeing a cat.

"I didn't close the door...Your dormitory is very lively now." Teacher Zhang walked over with a thermos cup: "I really, haven't looked at you for a while, and you can give me the whole big news."

He pulled out the stool and sat down, put the thermos cup aside, and put his hands on his knees: "Tell me—what's going on with you in the ghost market?"

"Ms. Zhang... this, ah!" Xiang Fazhou said "ah" for a long time, and finally pointed at Bi Yufang: "I didn't go! Old Bi went! It has nothing to do with me!"

Bi Yufang: "Look at how promising you are."

Teacher Zhang looked up at Bi Yufang: "What's the matter with you?"

Bi Yufang: "..."

Gui Ming: "Mr. Zhang, it's the ghost market that I asked Bi Yufang to take me to. I heard that shopping there is cheap..."

Teacher Zhang: "Guiming, you also know that your situation is special. And don't say anything else, since your grandma is so old now, it's really not easy, so don't scare us anymore.

I just got back from get off work, took a bath, and thought I could sleep early today, but I was suddenly picked up by the principal, that bastard, saying that there were a few passers-by in the ghost city, and I said it was such a big one. What the hell...then hurry up and arrest him!

What do you tell me to do, what does it have to do with me.

The principal said, it doesn't matter, the passers-by were caught by your students. "

Guiming: "..."

Teacher Zhang sighed: "The ghost market is closed now. We need to track the flow of all commodities over the years to see how many things have flowed into the hands of the passers-by. Except for a few special entrances, all other entrances are open. They are all closed, this matter... is really serious."

Teacher Zhang: "You are the ones who know the whole story best. I came here specially to find out the situation. Please be sure to tell me the ins and outs of the matter, including every detail."

Bi Yufang originally wanted to open his mouth and say that he was speaking, but now he closed his mouth. Gui Ming looked up at Teacher Zhang: "I am the one who has been in contact with those passers-by from the beginning to the end. Let me speak."

Teacher Zhang pointed at him: "...how dare you be so courageous!" He put down his hand again as he spoke, tapped on the table, and then calmed down, and said slowly: "Okay, tell me."

……

"Mr. Zhang, I'm done." Gui Ming nodded to Mr. Zhang.

Teacher Zhang: "..." He was very angry at first, but now he laughed out of anger, "You bastard..."

Shaking his head and laughing, he said with a little admiration, "Okay! At least I didn't suffer!"

Bi Yufang raised his hand and said, "I'm the one who contacted the ghost market. I passed the news all the way through the follow-up, and then someone came to contact me and took me to meet one of the biggest bosses behind the ghost market." , Mr. Wang Fuan, after listening to what I said, he attached great importance to it. He asked about the content of the chat between Guiming and the passer-by in detail, and finally discussed with several other gentlemen, and handed me a few keys for me to hand over. Guiming."

"Wang Fu'an... Heh, can he not take such a big matter seriously? It's okay if it's really a momentary omission that accidentally left things in the hands of the passers-by. He, Wang Fu'an, can't even eat and walk around!" Teacher Zhang patted the table, breathed a sigh of relief, and sighed: "You boys, newborn calves are not afraid of tigers, and you dare to get involved in such a big matter. If there is a little caring person ...You guys, you guys..."

What he said later was not spoken.

Guiming was a little puzzled: "Teacher, did we do something wrong?"

Teacher Zhang: "I don't agree, think about it, how can you be sure that the people in the ghost city are all good people, and none of them are traitors? You can see the passers-by in the ghost city, and you know they didn't come here just once Twice, use your brains to think about it, if there is such a person, hiding in the ghost city, he knows you, but you don't know him... He uses his brains a little bit, for example, he is giving you the key Is it possible to deliberately sell you some bad things?"

Guiming raised his head: "Then what should I do?"

Teacher Zhang: "You can completely pretend that you didn't see it. When you come back, tell me and your grandma about this, and then we will attack the ghost market again."

Gui Ming frowned: "But in this way, wouldn't those passers-by run away? That short cut, just borrowed some things from the ghost market, has already harmed a dungeon, if he is allowed to run away again... "

Teacher Zhang looked at Gui Ming: "At least in this way you will not face danger!"

Guiming felt a wave of anger rushing to his head, he could hardly control his emotions: "I'm not afraid of danger!"

He looked at Mr. Zhang, almost relentlessly: "If you, you were in that situation, would you be able to watch that guy leave triumphantly?"

Teacher Zhang: "You!" He calmed down: "Of course I am different from you, I..."

He paused.

Guiming stared at him: "You will pretend not to see it, come back like a coward, tell others about it, comfort yourself with other reasons, and say that what you did is right, you pat your chest and ask yourself, Is your conscience okay?"

Bi Yufang and Xiang Fazhou were dumbfounded. They didn't know why Gui Ming had the courage to contradict Mr. Zhang like this.

Bi Yufang said anxiously: "Guiming, Teacher Zhang is also worried about you..."

Guiming said coldly: "...I don't need to worry about this."

He suddenly felt an unbearable sense of grievance. This grievance stemmed from being protected and treated differently from others. The word "Little Mister" was like endless shackles, binding him , let him break free.

"You are different from others."

"What other people can do, you can't do."

"Sir."

"Sir..."

"Sir!"

Guiming rushed out, the three words kept echoing in his ears, he covered his ears, but it didn't work, those words stayed with him for too long, like asphalt that couldn't be shaken off, his One foot seemed to be stuck in a quagmire, and the power from the quagmire did not know where it came from, and it firmly grabbed his one foot, preventing him from leaving.

The high sky outside is obviously so vast, he flapped his wings desperately, and the quagmire whispered: "Little Mister, don't go...it's too dangerous there, stay, stay..."

Gui Ming yelled at him: "Don't call me Mr. Xiao!"

"Hey - don't bark if you don't bark, what are you doing so loudly?" Xiang Fazhou handed him a bag of food: "I thought you would run far, but I saw you when I reached the stairs."

Guiming took the things with a low voice: "Thank you."

"Ms. Zhang asked me to come over and apologize to you." Xiang Fazhou watched Gui Ming knead the bag with his hands without tearing it open, and said in a no-nonsense tone.

"It's okay, I was wrong too, I shouldn't have talked to him like that."

Xiang Fazhou: "Actually, from the perspective of me, a bystander, both of you are right. In the eyes of Mr. Zhang, let alone you, I am a child. When encountering such a thing, he will also think about it." Let me go back, even if you let people go, you don't want me to be so strong, because you know what?"

Guiming said deadly: "Because...we are all children."

"You're half right, but you didn't finish, because we are all a group of children in their eyes. We have unlimited potential in the future. When we really grow up..." Xiang Fazhou raised his head and looked longingly at the sky : "Then those things won't matter."

"So, it's not because we are children that we don't deserve to do something that adults can look up to, but because we haven't grown up yet, those few passers-by are not worthy of us to take the danger to try, in the eyes of the teacher , we are much more important than those few passers-by."

Guiming raised his head and looked at Xiang Fazhou, he tried hard to suppress the corner of his mouth that was about to rise: "...Do I really have potential?"

"Of course you have. You don't know what Teacher Zhang said after you left. He said that among the three of us, he was most optimistic about you." Xiang Fazhou rubbed his head: "Tell me, you look Quietly, although it was a bit risky, it was really well done!"

Then a little depressed: "Also said that the two of us look big and thick, but it turned out to be the most useless."

Guiming: "You two are much better than me."

Xiang Fazhou: "Yes, I think so too."

Guiming looked at Xiang Fazhou's appearance that he could open a dyeing workshop with some color, and twitched the corner of his mouth speechlessly.

"However, you have a good brain." Xiang Fazhou said: "When the time comes for the training session to start, the three of us join forces, it will be amazing, it will be amazing!"

Guiming shook his head, he avoided Xiang Fazhou who was still imagining and walked back, but when he turned his head, he saw Teacher Zhang leaning against the wall with a thermos cup in his arms, and he didn't know how much he had listened to.

Xiang Fazhou was beaming with joy just now, but now he was like a quail: "Mr. Zhang!?"

Teacher Zhang didn't look at him, but turned to look at Gui Ming: "If you want to prove yourself, you don't have to just say a word that you are not afraid of danger. Training class is not a place where you can just talk about it. Let me see if your strength is right." As powerful as your mouth."

Xiang Fazhou frantically winked at Mr. Zhang.

Teacher Zhang pretended not to see, picked up the thermos cup, lifted the lid, took a sip, and covered up the corners of his mouth.

Xiang Fazhou immediately understood that Teacher Zhang was using aggressive tactics, and he was relieved for the most part, scared to death, thinking that Teacher Zhang really had a problem with Gui Ming.

As soon as he breathed a sigh of relief, Teacher Zhang turned around and patted him on the shoulder: "...speak less."

Then he took the thermos cup and left calmly.

Xiang Fazhou was a little puzzled, he turned his head to look at Gui Ming: "Mr. Zhang, what does this mean?"

Guiming hesitated: "...a euphemism for shutting up?"

Xiang Fazhou let out a "squeak" and said with disdain, "...tactful? Heh, Teacher Zhang is not like that... eh!"

He suddenly showed a horrified expression, looked at Guiming, and pointed at his mouth frantically: "Mmmmm!"

Guiming understood: "... Can't speak anymore?"

Xiang Fazhou nodded sharply.

Guiming also followed Teacher Zhang's example and patted him on the shoulder: "... Alas, accept your fate."

As he spoke, he shook his head while walking forward, and as soon as he avoided Xiang Fazhou, he started laughing, and when he reached the door of the dormitory, he turned his head and said to Xiang Fazhou, "Don't forget to clean the toilet!"

Xiang Fazhou: "..."

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"Have you participated in the new training class held by the school?"

"No, I'm still hesitating. What exactly is this training session?"

"It's because the death rate in the evening class is too high, so the newly arranged training course is specially designed to reduce the death rate. I heard that the course is quite difficult."

"really?"

"I got the news from my friend, saying that it is very, very demonic, and it targets weaknesses. For example, my friend is afraid of the moon. Let him directly face the video of the moon to see when he is no longer afraid."

Guiming packed his schoolbag, got up and was about to go out, the students chatting in front of him turned around: "Guiming, didn't you make an appointment to have dinner together after school, where are you going?"

"Take a training session," he said.

The little ghost just woke up from his sleep and looked at him blankly.

Guiming paused, turned around and said, "You guys take the kid with you for dinner, I'll entrust you to take care of the kid, thank you."