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"Who are you here to receive and who bills? Why don't I know?" A boy's voice suddenly sounded outside the door. The two followed the reputation and saw a young boy with a schoolbag on one shoulder. He was dressed in simple clothes, but It is not the same as the "simple" in Han Jin.

"This student doesn't seem to be from our tutoring center?" Zhao Chenchen's face turned ugly for a moment, but he still tried to keep smiling.

"no."

"So you are here to find someone?" Zhao Chenchen smiled: "I'm really sorry, outsiders can't go upstairs. If you want to find someone, you can only ask your friend to come down."

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyebrows, glanced at Han Jin who was sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea in front of him, and sneered, "What? Can't I sign up for a cram school?"

It's really discriminatory.

Zhao Chenchen also smiled, "Of course, but our cram school courses are relatively expensive, and the cheapest time is 1000 yuan per class."

After hearing this, the young man opened his mouth in surprise, then walked to sit next to Han Jin, touched Han Jin's elbow, "Hi, I recognize you. You are the one who scolded Mu Zhiyuan today, right?"

"It's you?" Han Jin also remembered, isn't this person the alumnus he met at the corridor entrance in the evening?

"So... they are friends. Then you can enroll in my class together." Zhao Chenchen was embarrassed for a moment, and immediately put on a smiling face and introduced the course to the new boy.

"Sorry, I didn't intend to apply for your class." The boy showed a perfunctory smile, and then his face sank: "Besides, it's hard to believe that the teachers in such a large tutoring center judge people by their appearance."

The boy shook his head and curled his lips, expressing his disapproval of Zhao Chenchen.

Han Jin: "?"

"Let's go, let's go directly to the teacher's office on the second floor. I heard that there is a teacher here called Cheng Xi, and the teaching quality is very good. I came here for him."

Originally, Zhao Chenchen was just embarrassed and displeased, but when he heard this, he completely exploded. Seeing the boy dragging the rich second generation to the second floor, he immediately blocked the door:

"I've said it all, but students here can't go to the second floor."

"Are you sure?" The boy stared at Zhao Chenchen disdainfully, with even more contempt in his eyes.

"Of course. This student, if you don't have money, don't delay others from enrolling in the remedial class." Zhao Chenchen's face became ugly, and his tone became stiff, no longer maintaining a polite smile.

I thought the boy would quarrel with Zhao Chenchen, and the latter was prepared to pull him out immediately and never let him stay in the counseling center if there was a real quarrel, but the boy just said " "Oh" and patted Han Jin on the shoulder:

"Alumni, then you can choose courses slowly here, and I'll leave first."

Having said that, the boy just took a step, as if he suddenly thought of something, he turned his head and patted Han Jin's clothes, and smiled slightly: "The clothes are not bad, are they expensive?"

Han Jin was slightly taken aback, thinking about the treatment of this alumnus just now, his gaze towards Zhao Chenchen gradually became complicated.

What kind of big dye vat is this tutoring center? Why is there such a teacher as Zhao Chenchen?When teachers, aren't they all role models?how……

No, there are also people with the face of a beast, such as Mu Zhiyuan.

After such an interruption, Han Jin's idea of ​​tutoring here is temporarily gone. Under Zhao Chenchen's eyes regretting the loss of a rich second-generation student, Han Jin followed the boy out of the tutoring center.

Zhao Chenchen stared bitterly at the back of one of them who was drifting away, until he saw Director Ren come down the stairs in a hurry, looked around, and then he was relieved when he received a call.

"Director Ren?" Zhao Chenchen stepped forward curiously: "What are you looking for?"

"Oh, just now I received a call from the principal, saying that his nephew is coming to our tutoring center for tutoring, but he called again just now to say that he will not come because of something."

"Is the principal's nephew coming to tutor? How old is he now? What class is tutoring?" Zhao Chenchen's eyes lit up, and he grabbed Director Ren's arm with both hands.

Director Ren looked down at the hands on his arms, and patted him on the shoulder with a smile on his face: "Come on, let's go to the office and chat slowly."

……

Because it was not far from the city center, and Cheng Xi was in a remedial class, so he had nothing to do anyway, so Han Jin invited the boys to the city for coffee.

"Coffee? I know one that tastes good, and the snacks there are quite delicious." The boy opened a bicycle and asked Han Jin, "Do you have a car?"

"There must be."

Han Jin followed the boy in a lively neighborhood, and soon, the boy stopped in front of a coffee shop, "This is the one, let's go."

Han Jin locked his bicycle and looked around, feeling that this place looked familiar.But because he wanted to ask the boy something, he didn't think much, and followed the boy into the coffee shop.

The two found a seat by the window and sat down. The boy introduced himself, "Hi, my name is Luo Fanfan. How about you?"

"Hi, my name is Han Jin..." Han Jin's outstretched hand stopped in mid-air, "You, what's your name?"

"Luo Fanfan." The boy was a little puzzled by Han Jin's reaction, "Do you recognize me?"

Han Jin: "..." Knowing you in the book, does that count?

"Listen, listen to Mu Zhiyuan, oh, Teacher Mu mentioned you." Han Jin's eyes flickered, and he spoke nonsense.

"That guy... is not worthy of being a teacher. You were right to scold me this evening." Luo Fanfan picked up the coffee and took a sip. The bitter and slightly matcha scent made him feel better. He pursed his lips and was shocked by Han Jin happy eyes:

"Want to ask how do I know?"

Han Jin: "..."

Don't ask, he knows.It must be that Mu Zhiyuan had already harassed Luo Fanfan, and then came to harass Cheng Xi after he failed - Yaya, I can't think about it, the more I think about it, the more angry I get.

"By the way, how do you know that Cheng Xi works as a teacher in the tutoring center?" Han Jin didn't follow Luo Fanfan's wishes and asked about Mu Zhiyuan, since that guy is an asshole anyway.

"Oh, what my dad said, he went to the counseling center to find someone, and overheard Cheng Xi talking to the students there, with a plain attitude but able to tell the students' weaknesses and recommend feasible methods. Dad said he was a good teacher."

"I see." Han Jin's eyelashes drooped slightly, and a smile spread on the corner of his mouth, happier than he was being praised.

Luo Fanfan noticed Han Jin's reaction and raised his eyebrows, as if he had discovered something extraordinary.

After drinking a cup of coffee, Luo Fanfan glanced at the time on his phone and said goodbye to Han Jin. Before he could stand up after speaking, he saw a handsome and temperamental man coming behind Han Jin, and his gentle voice sounded.

"Han Jin? What a coincidence." Mo Qingfeng looked at Luo Fanfan who was opposite Han Jin, ignored the panic in Han Jin's eyes, and asked with a smile, "Is this your classmate?"

"You, why are you here?" Han Jin stood up suddenly, and almost fell back on the seat because of his unsteady footsteps. When he saw Mo Qingfeng stretching out his hand to help him, he immediately took a step back to keep a distance.

Mo Qingfeng sneered, with a helpless expression: "This is my shop, I'm not here, where should I be?"

Han Jin: "..."

Oh shit, just said that the door looked familiar just now, so this is Mo Qingfeng's shop.

"Then what, don't you want to go home? I'll see you off." Han Jin looked at Luo Fanfan as if asking for help.

"Oh, okay." Luo Fanfan picked up his schoolbag, pulled Han Jin's wrist, covered Mo Qingfeng with his body, let Han Jin walk out of the seat, and then pulled Han Jin to the door.

As a result, he had just taken two steps when he heard Mo Qingfeng's voice behind him.

"Last time I helped you, you still haven't said 'thank you' to me?"

Mo Qingfeng's question naturally didn't get any response. Han Jin, who was still walking swaggeringly, heard the words just now, and suddenly pulled his companion out like a wind.

"Boss, it seems that this table hasn't been paid yet." A female employee walked up to Mo Qingfeng, pointing to the table where the customer just fled.

"Charge it to my account." Mo Qingfeng smiled at the female employee, seeing that she nodded shyly and was about to clean up the table, interrupted her:

"Leave it alone, and go get me a cup of coffee."

"Ah?" The female employee was slightly taken aback, and quickly realized.After a while, he walked to the table with a cup of coffee and put it down, then turned around to do other things.

Mo Qingfeng sat on Han Jin's seat just now, picked up a cup of coffee he had drunk, and took a sip from it.

……

In the teacher's office on the second floor of the Tutoring Center, Zhao Chenchen was frantically looking for something on his desk. There was faint sweat on his forehead, and he was very anxious and irritable.

"What is Mr. Zhao looking for?" Director Ren walked into the office just after class, put down the thermos bottle soaked in wolfberries, and asked with concern.

"Director Ren, I, the watch my grandma gave me is gone, just, it's the last birthday gift her old man gave me before she was alive." Zhao Chenchen was about to cry, when he saw Director Ren, it was like a child meeting the parents , all the grievances in my heart burst out immediately:

"What should I do, Director Ren, I, I've been looking for it for a long time but I can't find it. I, I..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, think about when was the last time you saw a watch?" Director Ren immediately felt distressed, and quickly comforted Zhao Chenchen.

"Last time, the last time was before going downstairs tonight..." Zhao Chenchen seemed to think of something when he said this, and looked at Cheng Xi's desk in disbelief, "I took off my watch and put it on the desk, and then , and then disappeared."

"Don't worry, there is surveillance in the corridor outside our office, I'll call it out and have a look." Director Ren walked out as he spoke.

"Thank you, Director Ren." Zhao Chenchen saw that the corner of his mouth was slightly curled up, and then he recovered from the nervousness and worry just now, and followed him out of the office.

Ten minutes later, the atmosphere in the office was tense. Director Ren and two other female teachers who had just finished class and were about to leave the tutoring center stared with complicated expressions at Cheng Xi who was about to leave after class and was called over temporarily.

According to the monitoring in the corridor, only Cheng Xi came back to the office and stayed in the office for less than 10 minutes between [-]pm and [-]pm.

"Mr. Cheng, although the video did not directly capture Mr. Zhao's watch you are holding, but you are the only one in the office at this time. This..."

At the same time, at the entrance of the counseling center.

"I always feel like I've forgotten something." Han Jin raised his eyes while speaking, saw the sign of the counseling center, and stared at Luo Fanfan suspiciously, wondering why he brought himself back here again.

"Go, go to the second floor." Luo Fanfan said to Han Jin while pushing open the door.

"Didn't it mean that the students here are not allowed to go up to the second floor?" Han Jin hadn't finished speaking, when the lady at the front desk came up to her, her face was full of surprise, and in an instant, Han Jin understood—— It seems that Zhao Chenchen was talking nonsense again just because Luo Fanfan was dressed in plain clothes.

So far, Han Jin's impression of Zhao Chenchen is extremely bad.

While talking, the two came to the second floor, turning left was the teacher's office.

At this time, Zhao Chenchen's crying voice came from inside:

"Cheng Xi, I know you are poor, but you can't steal things if your family is poor? Do you know that watch was given to me by my grandma. It is very commemorative."