After dressing as a villain, I am addicted to farming

Sure enough, not long after returning to the dormitory, Qu Zhong was recruited by a call from the counselor.

When he walked into the office of the political department, except for his counselor Zhang Shunyao, who looked a little dignified, several directors headed by President Cui looked very relaxed, and they were even chatting and drinking tea.

knock knock --

Although the door was open, Qu Zhong politely knocked on the door a few times, waiting for the people inside to respond.

"Qu Zhong is here, come and sit!"

Principal Cui pouted towards the sofa next to him with a smile on his teacup, without any intention of asking.

Zhang Shunyao was taken aback for a moment, and quietly squinted at the other directors. Seeing this, his whole heart fell.

Just now he was still worried that Qu Zhong's child's future would be delayed because of this incident. If he really left a bad record in the materials, it would be difficult to find a job in the future, let alone take the civil service exam.

"Did you see the report letter?" Mr. Luo, the director of the new political department sitting on the left of Principal Cui, twisted a thin letter with his fingers, playing with it repeatedly, and the seal had already been removed.

"I saw the bulletin board." Qu Zhong answered honestly.

"Then explain?"

"Oh, so..."

Taking the letter from Teacher Luo, Qu Zhong began to explain word by word. When Zhang Shunyao heard about the number of poor students, he nodded and added: "The subsidy for the first semester of the second grade has not been paid."

When they heard that he was still buying stocks, the other teachers showed surprised expressions.

"Not only that, there are several feed factories that are interested in the feed Qu Zhongxin researched recently." Zhang Shunyao quickly added.

Principal Cui let out a hearty laugh, and his healthy and ruddy face was full of praise: "Well done, this is what our agricultural school students should do."

He must have unconditionally favored Qu Zhong in his heart. He had already taken all the pills that the child gave him three months ago. Apart from not feeling dizzy, he felt that his mind was much clearer.

Last week, his wife accidentally discovered his examination report, and he insisted on taking him for a re-examination. This examination surprised the doctors.

The slight thrombus in his cerebral blood vessels has all disappeared, and the cerebral ischemia has also completely disappeared.

At that time, the doctor pulled him to ask where he got the medicine. In order to keep the secret, he only shirked that he met a wandering Taoist priest who prescribed the medicine to him, and he could not find anyone.

From Principal Cui's point of view, Qu Zhong is a man of great ability. He is so low-key with great skills. He is definitely not the kind of person written in the letter.

"Then what about the loss of belongings that you mentioned in your dormitory?" Teacher Luo didn't intend to hold on to the subsidy issue at all, and asked the next question smoothly.

"Later the roommate found it in the closet!" Qu Zhong helplessly spread his hands.

After reading the contents of the letter, Teacher Luo felt that there was nothing else to ask except this question, so he looked at Zhang Shunyao and said, "Xiao Zhang, call all the students in the 405 dormitory to the office."

Just when the counselor went out to find someone, the atmosphere in the office became more casual and loose.

Teacher Luo patted Qu Zhong's shoulder with a smile: "What are you going to do for dinner tonight?"

Qu Zhong: "..."

"That's right, I think yesterday's dish of vermicelli shrimp with garlic tastes pretty good."

Director Lin, who was even older, was also a frequent visitor to the cafeteria. He licked his lips as he spoke, as if reminiscing about the taste he ate yesterday.

"My wife asked me yesterday why I haven't been home for dinner lately." Principal Cui also took part in the chat with a smile, and the three of them chatted and exchanged the recipes they wanted to eat, completely ignoring the staring Qu Zhong beside him. .

While chatting, Teacher Luo suddenly fixed his gaze on Principal Cui: "Old Cui, what kind of tonic are you taking recently, you look so good."

"I didn't eat anything, maybe it's because I've gained weight recently." Principal Cui laughed, and hurriedly wanted to get rid of this topic.

Without Qu Zhong's consent, he would never tell about the pills.

"No, I've known you for so many years, and I've never seen you look so good." Director Lin was also surprised.

"My son is back, I'm so happy!"

"Really, then congratulations!" Hearing this, Director Lin, who has been a friend for many years, didn't ask any more questions.

But this is only superficial letting go. He and Lao Cui have known each other for almost 30 years.

When he was talking just now, his eyes flicked to the left frequently, obviously he was hiding something, but seeing that this was not the place to talk, he just pushed the boat to expose the words.

Several people talked and turned the topic to the cafeteria.

"We still need to strengthen the management of the canteen issue." Director Lin seriously proposed, and several others immediately agreed.

Recently, many students have reported to the school that there are many students from other schools in the cafeteria, which makes them completely unable to grab the meal in the second window.

Not only that, but some people discovered that there were "scalpers" who bought food and sold it to others at a higher price to earn the difference in the middle price.

Some students even applied for the addition of a midnight snack at the second window.

As the crux of these problems, Qu Zhong himself didn't know at all. He went to work in the pigsty immediately after cooking every day, and didn't care about these follow-up matters at all.

Moreover, he is still considering whether to resign recently. Seeing that the winter vacation is about to arrive in a month or so, it is time for him to return to his hometown.

But looking at the attitudes of several teachers now, Qu Zhong felt that it would be better to bring up this matter in another month.

"Speaking of the cafeteria, Qu Zhong, have you decided where to do your internship in your junior year?" Principal Cui asked.

"I want to go back to my hometown and start a business."

"Go back to my hometown? I also said to introduce you to a job." Director Lin shook his head regretfully.

"I've been out for two years, it's time to go back to my hometown."

"Yes, it's a good idea to serve your hometown after learning."

Everyone has their own aspirations, and Principal Cui didn't try to dissuade him, but felt very relieved that he had a good vision.

"Then... what about the cafeteria?"

As soon as this remark came out, the office suddenly became quiet, and Qu Zhong rubbed his nose in embarrassment to meet the gazes of several people, not daring to say anything.

"..."

In the silence, Zhang Shunyao, who had already found someone, just pushed the door and came in, followed by Zhong Heng and Fan Ci who were not angry, and Liu Minghua walked in with his head bowed a few steps behind.

"Cough cough!"

Quickly putting away the casualness just now, Mr. Luo coughed twice and got up, walked to the desk and sat down: "Sit down."

Zhong Heng and Fan Ci sat down next to Qu Zhong, and stared at Liu Minghua who was sitting with the counselor opposite him.

"Then tell me about the dormitory property issue mentioned in the letter."

"Teacher!" Zhong Heng couldn't wait to stand up, and recounted what happened last year like pouring beans, and finally concluded: "Qu Zhong will never steal anything."

"I see, let's talk about it for the other two students,"

"I haven't lost anything." Fan Ci quickly raised her hand.

After both of them had finished expressing their views, everyone's eyes turned to Liu Minghua, who had an unclear expression.

After waiting for a while, he raised his head, his eyes fell on the wall behind Qu Zhong, and he spit out a few words: "I recently lost 2000 yuan."

"how is this possible!"

"Why don't we know?" Fan Ci and Zhong Heng retorted loudly at the same time.

"Oh?" Qu Zhong smiled lightly and asked back, "Where did you lose it?"

"dormitory."

"When did you lose it?"

"last week."

"Which day was last week, morning or afternoon."

"Last Wednesday, early, I lost it in the morning. At that time, I thought I accidentally put it somewhere, so I planned to look for it."

"You should find a suitable time to lie." Spreading his hands at Liu Minghua, Qu Zhong continued with a look of foolishness on his face, "Last Monday to last Friday, Zhong Heng and Fanci and I met each other at eight o'clock every morning. You left the dormitory and came back at 08:30 in the evening, and you were all in the dormitory at that time."

In fact, not only last week, but these few months, Qu Zhong has almost left early and returned late, the dormitory can only be used as a place for him to sleep.

Every time he appeared, he always followed Zhong Heng's tail. Liu Minghua was stupid enough. If he said that he lost it last year, Qu Zhong would have to wonder if it was the original owner's work, but he actually said that it was lost last week.

Even framing people is so untechnical...

"I'm not lying!" The veins on Liu Minghua's neck were bulging, his hands were already clenched into fists, and he shouted recklessly, "Then how about you grabbing other people's places for poor students?"

Now, not only Qu Zhong looked at him like a fool, but even Zhang Shunyao looked at Liu Minghua with unkind eyes.

On the way, he asked him specifically if he had seen the report letter posted on the bulletin board. He remembered that Liu Minghua said that he was studying and hadn't read it. How did he know about the quota for poor students now.

Isn't this just blatantly not calling yourself?

"Impoverished students?" Qu Zhong raised his brows, and continued to ask with a half-smile: "Liu Minghua, you just applied for the quota of impoverished students, did you know? I let you."

"What?" Liu Minghua was shocked, staring at Qu Zhong fiercely with his widened eyes until the corners of his own eyes turned red.

"Since we're talking about this, let's talk about your quota for poor students."

Now that it has become like this, Qu Zhong didn't hide it at all, and told Liu Minghua's actions in the dormitory, including the things he used and the famous tags he wore.

In addition to Fan Ci and Zhong Heng who were nodding wildly beside them, everyone in the office focused their eyes on Liu Minghua.

After Qu Zhong finished speaking, Zhong Heng added: "You must have written this report letter."

Liu Minghua had completely lost his mind at this moment. He jumped up from the sofa, clenched his left hand into a fist and swung towards Qu Zhong's face.

Such a change surprised everyone present, Zhang Shunyao who was sitting next to him quickly stretched out his hand to pull him, but Liu Minghua's body had already crossed the coffee table and went straight to Qu Zhong.

Kicking——

With a soft crisp sound, Qu Zhong lightly grasped Liu Minghua's left hand and swung it in the opposite direction, leaving only the constant cry of pain in the office.

"My arm is broken, broken."

"It's not broken, it's just twisted." Qu Zhong smiled, pushed forward seemingly without any force, let go of his hand, and Liu Minghua's body fell back to the sofa with a bang.

"My hand, my hand..."

Liu Minghua, who couldn't say anything else, just repeated this sentence, his face was deformed by the pain, and at the same time, everyone present had different thoughts.