Is Mr. Jiang jealous today?

The last class in the afternoon ended, and after school, the school held an impromptu teacher meeting.

Before the meeting, the two teachers deliberately copied the surveillance video, hoping that it would come in handy later.

Jiang Xumiao spent nearly an afternoon watching the surveillance cameras on all floors of Boya Building in the surveillance room.

Why check Boya Building, because one of the students said in the morning that they once blocked people in Boya Building after evening self-study at the instigation of Liao Mingwei.

The video was saved for one month, and Jiang Xumiao watched it from beginning to end, and finally saw the situation of Liao Mingwei and his party blocking people in the video last Thursday night.

I guess I didn't expect someone to check it, and it was evening self-study and school, and their style in the video was much bolder than today's noon.

At the teachers' meeting, the principal asked Jiang Xumiao to play the video on the big screen. The teachers in the audience looked at the video in a daze, until they saw several slaps from Liao Mingwei on Jose's face, and they didn't understand why they had to open the video today. This will.

"Unbelievable."

"Inconceivable."

"Must be fired."

I can probably hear these words from the teacher's discussion, and the only person in the crowd with a bad face is the leader of the English group, Mr. Zhao.

From the moment Liao Mingwei appeared in the video, his face turned blue, his brows were tightly frowned, and he felt more serious than usual.

The principal took the microphone and blew it a few times, the speaker made a beeping sound, and then began to talk: "So in terms of preventing school violence, we haven't done a good enough job. Starting today, all teachers will pay attention to this matter. It must not happen again."

Teacher Zhao asked, "Where are those students?"

"Everyone will be expelled. If something like this happens in the future, it will also be expelled."

Teacher Zhao's face turned blue, and he sat down without speaking.

After the meeting, Fan Chengyu and Jiang Xumiao came out of the conference room. Because there were too many teachers in front of them, they slowed down intentionally and started chatting:

Fan Chengyu looked at Jiang Xumiao and said, "Teacher Jiang worked hard. After watching the surveillance all afternoon, he finally found the evidence."

Jiang Xumiao shook his head, "It's not hard, I can do something for him, I feel better."

Speaking of Jose, both of them were a little worried. They had already discussed this issue before, how to ensure the safety of this child, so that he would not be bullied after leaving school.

Fan Chengyu: "Didn't he live on campus?"

"Ah."

So Fan Chengyu suggested: "Then let's send him home every Friday?"

Jiang Xumiao thought about it for a while. It must be safe when he is in school. The main reason is that he is afraid of being retaliated by those people after leaving the school, so sending him home is indeed a solution.

But after thinking about it, this is a temporary solution, not the root cause. If he really wants to take revenge, then Liao Mingwei will always find a way to do it.

After thinking about it, Jiang Xumiao stopped, and Fan Chengyu also stopped, and asked her, "What's wrong?"

"I think the most important thing we should do is talk to Liao Mingwei."

At seven o'clock in the evening, in an alley near Nanguo No. [-] Middle School.

A boy wearing ripped jeans and a shaved head was leaning against the wall. Out of boredom, he kept poking the wall with a jackknife. The old wall had been poked into countless holes, and some fine particles fell off. down.

"Liao Mingwei." A cold female voice came from the dark alley, but Liao Mingwei didn't answer her.

The voice repeated: "Is that you, Liao Mingwei?"

The figure gradually approached, and the slender figure looked a little weak under the hazy darkness of the night.

Liao Mingwei looked up and saw Jiang Xumiao and Fan Chengyu beside her. He took back the folding knife in his hand and put it in his pocket.

He still spoke in his unbearable tone, with his mouth crooked when he spoke: "Yes, it's me."

Fan Chengyu turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and shone it on the ground. After it was flooded with light, the alley seemed less cramped.

Facing Liao Mingwei, Jiang Xumiao's tone was still calm: "I have something to talk to you about."

Liao Mingwei snorted coldly in his nose, and said disdainfully: "Is it about beating people? Don't worry, I will see him beating one time at a time in the future."

Jiang Xumiao's tone became cold: "Does bullying others make you happy?"

Liao Mingwei had a tricky smile that didn't look like his age, and said, "Happy, of course."

Jiang Xumiao raised her eyes and looked at the sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy in front of her, with an evil expression on her immature face, and always felt a little out of place.

"I don't want to reason with you, I guess you won't listen to it, and I don't know why you want to bully him, maybe it's for psychological satisfaction." Jiang Xumiao paused, and something came to mind Thinking of some possibility, he said: "It may also be... venting the grievances of the past on others."

When he heard Jiang Xumiao's last words, Liao Mingwei's face obviously changed slightly.

Jiang Xumiao quickly caught his micro-expression, and with the bottom line in his heart, he continued:

"So, because of the humiliation you have suffered, you have made up your mind to let others have the same experience as you. Do you think you are still a weak person?"

Liao Mingwei gritted his teeth, kicked the wall hard, vented all the anger in his heart, and roared: "You know a fart!"

When Fan Chengyu saw Liao Mingwei being so irritable, he felt worried, and pulled Jiang Xumiao, trying to protect her behind him, but Jiang Xumiao shook his head.

Then he said to Liao Mingwei: "Maybe I don't understand, but paranoia and self-willedness will really ruin your life. If you are really fighting against the past, you should take revenge. It is not Jose who is similar to you, but you. that person."

Standing behind Jiang Xumiao, Fan Chengyu could hear it in a cloud. She originally thought that Jiang Xumiao was here to teach Liao Mingwei a lesson, but why did she think it had a different meaning?

"That's all I have to say, don't hit him next time, every slap you slap is slapping yourself."

Liao Mingwei didn't say a word, he looked down at the bumpy ground, wondering what he was thinking.

Jiang Xumiao looked sideways at Fan Chengyu and said, "Let's go."

The two left from the alley...

Coming out of the alley, Fan Chengyu couldn't help but ask the question: "How do you know that he was also subjected to school violence before?"

"Guess."

Fan Chengyu curled his lips and laughed helplessly, "I don't believe Teacher Jiang is so magical."

"It's Teacher Zhao, Teacher Zhao talked to me."

Fan Chengyu was curious: "What did he say?"

"He said that Liao Mingwei was a student he taught in junior high school. He was often bullied in junior high school. At that time, he was not what he is now. He was much more obedient."

Fan Chengyu was angry and anxious: "I don't understand, what are the children thinking now?"

Jiang Xumiao stopped and took a look at Fan Chengyu. Both of them saw distress and helplessness in their eyes.

"Teacher Fan, I actually don't understand either. Maybe they feel that they have been hurt, but I don't think it's a difficult reason. Bad is bad, there is no reason."

Fan Chengyu nodded, "He is indeed pitiful, but he is also really bad. I only hope that Jose will not become the next him."

"Will not."

Coming out of the alley, it was almost 07:30.The time for evening self-study and school is 08:30, and there is one hour left.

Tonight, it is the chemistry teacher who is guarding the evening self-study of Class 2, Grade [-], and Fan Chengyu and Jiang Xumiao don't have to go back to school.

Fan Chengyu thought that neither of them had dinner, so he asked her, "Are you hungry?"

"A bit."

"Do you not like chili?"

Jiang Xumiao nodded.

The smile on the corners of Fan Chengyu's lips parted and he said, "But if I want to eat tonight, will you accompany me?"

Looking at Fan Chengyu's smiling face, the emotion in Jiang Xumiao's heart blew up again, and he nodded, "As long as you want, I can do it."

Hearing her affirmative answer, Fan Chengyu tilted his head, and the smile on the corner of his mouth became even bigger. He had the urge to touch Jiang Xumiao's face, but he held back and expressed in words: "Mr. Jiang, what are you doing?" so good?"

After hearing this, Jiang Xumiao's ears turned red, she turned around without saying a word, and whispered, "Do you need to ride a shared bicycle?"

Her words sounded like an inquiry, but not like an inquiry, as if it was a decision, because before Fan Chengyu could answer, Jiang Xumiao was already standing beside a shared bicycle.

Jiang Xumiao looked around, there were few cars around, there was one on the opposite side of the road, and another beside her, but out of selfishness, she didn't want to cross the road, so she said, "There is only one car, let me take you."

Fan Chengyu took the first step, swept the car, and said, "Okay, I'll take you."

Jiang Xumiao insisted: "I'll take you."

"But you can't find your way. It's very convenient for me to drive you. Sit up quickly and trust my driving skills!" Fan Chengyu patted the back seat and signaled Jiang Xumiao not to hesitate and get in the car quickly.

Jiang Xumiao was too embarrassed to argue any longer, and sat sideways on it.

Fan Chengyu's voice came from ahead: "Teacher Jiang, are you sitting still?"

"Ah."

"Hold me, don't fall."

Jiang Xumiao pursed her lips, feeling a little shy, but she still started to grasp Fan Chengyu's clothes with both hands, not daring to stick to her, just clutching the clothes.

"All right."

"Let's go then!"

Fan Chengyu stepped on the pedal, got on the bicycle, and rode in the direction of the barbecue restaurant.She found this near Jiang Xumiao's house last time. It was actually in the direction of the back door of the school, but it still took several minutes to ride the bicycle.

"Mr. Jiang, you're a little too thin. I don't feel anything when I'm driving you." Fan Chengyu was riding slowly on the road, perhaps because he wanted to spend more time with Jiang Xumiao. .

"You're thin too, so I'm curious, how far can you carry me with thin hands and legs?"

Fan Chengyu felt that his arm strength and foot strength seemed to be doubted, did Jiang Xumiao doubt her athletic ability?She can run 800 meters without panting.

"Teacher Jiang, believe it or not, I can carry you up to the top of the slope in one go?" Fan Chengyu pointed to the road in front, which ran away from the back gate of the school. Yes, it is a bit difficult to ride alone.

"Do not believe."

As soon as the words were finished, the speed of the bicycle accelerated, and Jiang Xumiao suddenly panicked, and the grip on her clothes became stronger in his hands.

"What are you doing, Teacher Fan?"

"Let you believe it."

The car was driving fast on the flat road, and further ahead, there was a ramp. The speed of the bicycle accelerated, and when it reached the peak, it started to go uphill. With the inertia, it rushed to half of the slope, and then Fan Chengyu started Pedaling, the strength of her hands and the strength of her feet coexisted. After a dozen times of pedaling, she reached the top of the slope without much effort.

Then she pressed the brake, stopped, and said to Jiang Xumiao who was behind her, "Mr. Jiang, have you replied this time?"

Jiang Xumiao flicked her disheveled hair, but before she could react, her eyes were confused, she just said blankly: "So fast?"

Fan Chengyu looked at Jiang Xumiao's expression and said blankly, "Haha, you are so cute! I can ride even higher slopes."

Jiang Xumiao sighed: "It feels like your arms and legs are strong..."

"Well, my arm strength is quite good, and I usually practice it." When speaking, Fan Chengyu squeezed her arm deliberately. Her arm was very thin, but it was also very strong and tight.

Jiang Xumiao stared at her movements, and the roots of her ears suddenly turned red... What the hell, I'm usually practicing, what are you practicing? ? ?

Fan Chengyu said to himself: "If I'm free on weekends, I'll go play basketball~"

"Oh." Jiang Xumiao lowered her head, her cheeks were hot, well, she was practicing basketball, she didn't understand why she wanted to be crooked just now.

After resting on the top of the slope for a while, Fan Chengyu got back into the car and prepared to rush down from the top of the slope.

"Mr. Jiang, are you ready? Let's go back the same way and go to have a barbecue."

"Ready~"

"You only hold my clothes, are you sure you won't fall?"

"nothing."

"Then let's go~"

Fan Chengyu released the brake, and the wheels slowly descended along the slope, then accelerated and rushed down quickly.

There was the sound of the wind whistling, and the sound quickly scratched his ears. His long black hair was messed up in the wind, but what was even more messed up was Jiang Xumiao's heart.

Because the speed was too fast, she could only hug Fan Chengyu's waist. The slender waist was already in her arms, and she felt that she could hug it with only one hand. The waist was too thin and soft.

Through the thin shirt, Jiang Xumiao could feel the warmth from Fan Chengyu's skin.

There was a strange feeling in my heart, I felt that hugging her could satisfy my heart [-]%, and I even had the idea of ​​putting my head on her back.

The speed of the car is very fast and the wind is strong.In the contact between the arm and her waist, and the occasional fragrance between the nose, Jiang Xumiao felt that the frequency of her heartbeat was rising rapidly.

"Teacher Jiang, is it fast???"

Fan Chengyu's voice was swallowed by the wind, but Jiang Xumiao still heard it clearly.

"Well... so fast..." Jiang Xumiao tightly hugged Fan Chengyu's hand, put his head on her back, and quietly enjoyed this brief contact.

"Slow down soon~"

After rushing through the steep slope, there was a flat road next. Fan Chengyu squeezed the brakes, and the speed gradually slowed down, and the sound of the wind gradually disappeared.

Jiang Xumiao let go of her arms, her heart beating fast.

"Was it too fast just now?" Fan Chengyu sighed.

"Well, it's too fast, and it's a bit steep." Jiang Xumiao patted his heart.

"I was afraid you couldn't take it, so I slowed down, are you okay?" Fan Chengyu turned to look at Jiang Xumiao, and found that her dark hair was a bit messy.

"I'm fine..." Jiang Xumiao straightened her broken hair, covering her face with her palms while tidying her hair.

He didn't want Fan Chengyu to see his flushed face, it would be a little embarrassing.

Then Fan Chengyu slowed down and rode slowly towards the barbecue restaurant.

"Mr. Jiang."

"Ok?"

"Next time you give me a lift."

"Okay."

"I want to try such a fast speed, can you?"

Jiang Xumiao broke her hair behind her ears, and said in a flat tone, "I can, of course I can."