After the rain

The street lights are bright, like day and night, and the water on the ground is shining like stars.

No. [-] Middle School’s opening exams have always been difficult to break the sky, in order to create pressure and a sense of urgency for students, completely stay away from the happy and relaxing holiday time, and devote themselves to learning.

The effect of this trick is so remarkable. After the first day of the exam, no one dared to take a long time for the evening self-study, and everyone was frantically checking for gaps.

Tomorrow morning, he will take the English and comprehensive exams, both of which are Song Qikun's strengths. He has a solid foundation and has done a lot of questions, so he is not nervous.

Zhang Fan at the front desk turned his head and whispered, "Brother, Yu Ting wants to borrow your geography notes for a hug."

"Okay." Song Qikun found it for her.

"Thank you." Zhang Fan took it with both hands piously, and then handed it out again. The notebook passed through multiple delivery hubs, crossed half of the classroom diagonally, and successfully arrived in the hands of the borrower Fu Yuting.

The two made an "OK" gesture in the air.

Song Qikun didn't pay attention to the follow-up, and glanced at Liu Xinrong beside him, and found that the girl lost her mind at some point, and she twisted a corner of the page into a thin scroll.

Song Qikun tapped her knuckles with a pen, "What are you doing?"

Liu Xinrong came back to her senses, smoothed the corner of the page absent-mindedly, and sighed: "I'm tired."

"Take a break when you're tired."

"En." Liu Xinrong looked up at the inspirational slogan above the blackboard, and the bright lights in the classroom made her a little dizzy.

"Are you coming home with us tonight?"

"No, my mother will come to pick me up soon, so I won't be with you." Liu Xinrong closed her political textbook and opened the history exercises. The pimple on her forehead was itchy. She scratched it with her fingertips twice, "This It's raining for a few days, you two should pay more attention to safety on the road."

"it is good."

The difficulty of the sophomore English papers this time is indeed quite high. There are too many new words for reading and gestalt. The topics of science and technology make the articles more obscure and difficult to understand, which stumps a large number of people.

As the saying goes, hit a stick and then give a sweet date. In addition to the weird geography, the politics and history of the afternoon comprehensive essay are quite satisfactory, which is about the same difficulty as the previous monthly exams.

The examination room where Song Qikun was located was the classroom of his class, and more than 90.00% of the candidates in it were classmates, and only three or four candidates from other classes squeezed in.

The classroom was so quiet that a needle could be heard. The invigilator walked around the room slowly and reminded: "There are still 10 minutes left in the exam. Students who have finished check it carefully, and those who have not finished hurry up."

As soon as she finished speaking, she saw the boys in the second group from the left and the third row raised their hands and looked at her for help.

She walked over and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

The boy's face was pale, he looked flustered, his eyes were flickering, and his voice was trembling: "Teacher, I wrote the answers to these two questions backwards, what should I do?"

"Don't panic, it's fine." The invigilator softly comforted him, and turned to the corresponding question to verify the situation.

It is indeed written backwards. The answer sheet is full and there is no way to cross it out and modify it. Give him a new answer sheet and he will not be able to copy it in the time left. "You can mark it with two arrows, this time it can Remedy, be careful in the future before writing, especially the formal exam, you must not make such a low-level mistake."

"Well, thank you teacher." The boy nodded gratefully, marked the arrow under her gaze, then pointed to the open window diagonally opposite, shrank his neck and said, "Teacher, can you please close the window over there?" Is it? The wind keeps blowing my way."

The invigilator turned his head and glanced. Although he didn't feel the wind blowing, he still nodded and agreed.

There was a table blocking her reach, so she asked the student next to the window to close it.

Song Qikun got up and closed the window, but when he was about to sit back, he heard the invigilator ask: "What is that on your seat?"

"Ah?" He looked down suspiciously, and saw a small ball of paper on his chair.

"Bring it to me." The invigilator looked serious and his tone was a little cold.

Song Qikun had never encountered such a situation before, and he didn't realize the seriousness of the matter at the first time, so he handed over the ball of paper in a daze, until the invigilator unfolded the ball and found it on the crumpled long and thin strip. He wrote a line of geography knowledge points, which was clearly his handwriting.

Song Qikun's mind went blank for a moment, and then hurriedly explained: "Teacher! This is not mine, I don't know where it came from, and why it is here!"

The invigilator picked up his answer sheet, compared the handwriting, and stated the facts in a cold voice: "It's exactly the same, this is your handwriting."

She knew Song Qikun. It should be said that all the teachers in the grade knew Song Qikun. To be honest, she didn't think that such a child with excellent character and learning would cheat, but even the best students would have deviations in their thinking, and the evidence was beyond doubt. Here, it was impossible for her not to doubt.

"Is there anything else? Turn out the pockets of the clothes and let me have a look."

"No, teacher, I really didn't..." Song Qikun put his hand into the pocket of his school uniform, his pupils constricted suddenly, and his words of defense stopped abruptly.

He found a small ball of paper in his left pocket.

The invigilator looked down, "Take it out!"

Why?How could there be?Where did it come from?

When the invigilator took the answer sheet and took him to the office to talk, Song Qikun was still puzzled, his mind was in a mess, and his palms were covered with cold sweat.

The head teacher and grade teacher also rushed over after receiving the news. After listening to the invigilator narrate the cause and effect, and confirmed that the two cheat sheets were indeed written by Song Qikun, the eyes they looked at him gradually became extremely complicated.

Lao Ban walked up to him, his tone the same as usual: "Did you write the note?"

Song Qikun's voice was hoarse: "No."

"Then is this your word?"

"……Yes."

Contradictory, the invigilator next to him frowned.

Lao Ban's expression remained unchanged, and he asked, "Are you sure?"

"determine."

It is impossible for Song Qikun not to recognize his own handwriting. He likes to write with continuous strokes. The font is more casual and unique, and others cannot imitate it.

"Did you bring the note into the examination room on purpose?"

"I didn't bring it, and I don't even know where it came from."

This answer sounded completely untenable, as if he was stubbornly refusing to admit it, and the invigilator frowned even more tightly.

Old Ban: "That is to say, without your knowledge, two cheat sheets inexplicably appeared in your pocket and on the stool, and you have not used these two cheat sheets during the exam, and you have no intention of cheating at all." right?"

"Yes."

The exams are over, but it's not time for school to end. The students passing by outside the office looked inside curiously, maybe they heard something.

The old class looked away from the corner of the eye, and the grade teacher suddenly turned his head and whispered something to the invigilator, and then led them out, closing the door behind him.

Noisy voices and many probing sights were blocked from the door, Laoban pulled a chair for Song Qikun to sit on, and poured him a cup of hot water.

"Calm down first, let's analyze the situation slowly, the teacher believes that you didn't cheat."

He has been Song Qikun's class teacher for almost two years, and he knows the character of this child very well. The trust built up during the day and night can't be collapsed in an instant, not to mention the contents of those two notes can be easily remembered at a glance. No need to bring it into the examination room at all.

But he believes that does not mean that others can also believe it. After all, Song Qikun was found carrying a cheat sheet during the exam. Dozens of students saw it with their own eyes. Cheat sheet, that is also attempted cheating.

Song Qikun's eyes turned red: "Thank you teacher."

The doubtful point that needs to be clarified urgently is the source of the note. At present, it can only be confirmed that the content is written by Song Qikun, but he has not made any cheat sheets, and he can't even remember when these two knowledge points were written?Where is it written?And why did it appear on the chair, even in the pocket?

Simply incredible.

"I suspect that someone framed it maliciously," Lao Ban said.

It's not that Song Qikun didn't think about this possibility, but he didn't think he had any grievances with anyone, let alone any enmity.

The old class rubbed his chin and speculated: "The other party probably obtained these two notes through some means, and put them on your seat and in your pockets in advance, and then in order to increase the chance of being discovered by the invigilator...the door is open. There must be something wrong with the window. Do you know why Jiang Fangping asked you to close the window suddenly?"

Song Qikun recalled the scene at that time, and said: "It seems that Yang Zhiyi said that the wind kept blowing towards him."

"Yang Zhiyi? How is your relationship with him?"

This person is a new classmate who met only in the sophomore class of high school. Song Qikun didn't have much contact with him in his memory: "Generally, it can be said that there is no intersection."

No intersection means that the possibility of conflict between the two is very low.

"But we can't rule out the suspicion." Old Ban glanced at the time, "In short, let's call the surveillance first to see if we can find any clues, but..."

He changed the subject and said seriously: "Before the truth comes out, you must be prepared to bear the worst outcome."

Song Qikun clenched his fists, lowered his eyes in silence for a while, and said in a low voice, "Well, I know."

The teacher and the student walked out of the office one after the other, and the sound of the door opening made the voice-activated lights turn on. It was not long after school, and the students all went to eat, and the teaching building was quiet and empty.

There was a dark figure standing at the junction of the corridor and the hall, and his figure appeared only when he was illuminated by the light. He looked up when he heard the sound, his complexion was cold and white, and his eyes were black and quiet.

Song Qikun was startled, and unconsciously held his breath, maybe the lights were too dazzling, or the cold wind blowing into the corridor was too harsh