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Qiao Feng lowered his face in a rare way: "Our N-tier school is a bit poor, and it's a bit embarrassing to show your shabby grades. I believe that you are like me, and you want to bury your face in the dirt when you go out and walk on the street, but—— —”

He changed the subject: "Anyway, I have received nine years of compulsory education. Why, after living in the nineteenth high school for a long time, the most basic objective judgment has also been returned to the teacher?"

Although Qiao Feng's mouth was poisonous, he was almost never really angry.

Maybe it's because they are similar in age, and their reluctance to compete for their natural character is also a reason. He is relatively kind-hearted, so he is usually gentle and steady in the class, but his suddenly cold face makes everyone under the podium laugh. The restless students fell silent.

"Of course, I personally don't define the existence or non-existence of certain things, and I am not qualified to do so. After all, there are too many things in the world that science cannot explain."

Qiao Feng added: "I understand you. At this age, curiosity is very heavy. I support everyone to use the correct method, such as grouping into groups to conduct well-founded debates, or to seriously discuss this... ghosts and gods as a topic. And It’s not about compiling some unwarranted things to scare people.”

The furrowed brows gradually relaxed at the end, and the atmosphere in the classroom gradually improved. At this moment, a muffled voice suddenly came out from a certain corner: "They all said..."

"Who is talking?" Qiao Feng's tone of voice rose several times in an instant, and the flame that was about to go out was ignited again: "Who are they?"

The good-tempered person got angry and became domineering: "They said, what did you say? Did you see it with your own eyes? Are you an eyewitness? How much credibility can there be if it reaches your ears through countless mouths?"

"Don't think that after watching a few TV series, you can make up Liao Zhai casually, can you use your brain?"

The morning light refracts on the blackboard through the glass, cutting out a few flake shadows. The outside of the window is surrounded by sunlight, but the interior is silent.

The class next door didn't know what kind of good thing happened, and there was an avalanche of cheers.

Zhuang Yan held the corner of the English book with one hand, held the book up high, glanced at the podium, retracted it suddenly, and operated the mobile phone interface with one hand.

Cai Yinggang sent him several pictures, the background was dark and without the slightest sense of beauty, so he clicked on one of them casually.

In the photo, a man and a woman turned their bodies sideways, the girl looked terrified, and the boy raised his arms to cover his face.

Zhuang Yan took a closer look and saw that the tall figure was familiar at first glance. He stepped back and eagerly took the remaining few photos. As expected, the last photo captured Chu Chen's face indistinctly.

[Can't laugh]:?

[Qinglong Yanyue Knife]: Brother Yan, you are green!

[Can't laugh]:? ? ?Fuck you, you fucking just returned to the earth, the spring is warm, the flowers are blooming, the spring is bright and green! ! !

[Qinglong Yanyue Knife]: Look carefully!Isn't that woman your ex-girlfriend? How long has it been since we broke up!

[Qinglong Yanyue Knife]: Aze also caught it, if you don't believe me, ask him!In the middle of the night, lonely men and widows, downstairs in the boys' dormitory, think about it, what else can you do besides that stuff?

[Can't laugh]: Get out, do you think everyone is your only child?Don't make fun of girls.The two of you are out of shit, right? You didn't sleep in the middle of the night and ran to secretly take pictures?

[Qinglong Yanyue Knife]: Didn't everyone say that the dormitory is haunted? We made an appointment to catch ghosts.

As a result, the ghost was not caught, but turned into a rape.

Zhuang Yan saved the last picture, clicked on the big picture, and rubbed his fingertips on Chu Chen's slightly irritable face.In my memory, this person seldom smiles. He was photographed in the middle of the night and his face was probably so bad.

He touched the photo for a while, and came back to realize that the chattering background sound disappeared at some point. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the expression on the tablemate who was afraid to speak. He was slightly startled, and the phone was taken away by Qiao Fengshun the next second.

"I..." He opened his mouth, his brain was running too slowly, and he couldn't think of anything to explain this moment.

"It's rare for me to get angry, and I'm not willing to give this little face." Qiao Feng lowered his eyes, and turned the phone 360 ​​degrees in his hand, "I'll give you a chance, you did well in the morning class, come to me at noon The office might be able to redeem the phone."

He grabbed the fuselage and shook it like a dog, the black screen flashed suddenly, and with the buzzing vibration, a lively melody slowly flowed out:

The sun was shining in the sky, the flowers smiled at me, and the little bird said early, why are you carrying a small schoolbag...

"puff--"

"Hahaha!"

The quiet space suddenly sounded with geese.

Halfway through the melody, the school's wake-up horn sounded immediately, suppressing the ringing of the mobile phone.

"Solemn," Qiao Feng looked at the vibrating alarm clock with a complex expression amidst the consciously or unintentionally suppressed laughter around him, and said, "Morning reading at 06:30, you set the alarm clock for seven o'clock?"

Facing Chu Chen, he deliberately turned around, with a playful look in his eyes, his solemn and rigid body remained silent, so embarrassed that he wished he could get into the belly of the table.

Qiao Feng's chest rose and fell several times, so he decided not to worry about it for now.He put his mobile phone into his pocket, waved his hand and said, "Okay, let's have breakfast."

The meal time was the emptiest time in the classroom, solemnly and depressedly tore off two pieces of draft paper and crumpled them into balls, the smell of snacks was wafting in the huge space, but he had no appetite at all.

"Unexpectedly, Gang Leader Qiao is quite cunning. I have already foreseen the tragic time when I will be forced to fight wits and courage with him in the next two years." Zhou Dize sighed.

Yu Lu held a piece of bread and gnawed it slowly. Seeing the oppressive atmosphere around Zhuang Yan, he explained aggrievedly: "

I... I called you and pulled your clothes, but you didn't hear me. "

"I don't blame you." Zhuang Yan tore a few more pages, crumpled them up and threw them up and down like a ball in his hand, "Anyway, I got it back at noon."

At the end of the sentence, Chu Chen walked in the door biting a ham sausage, and when someone approached, he raised his left leg and pressed it on the stool.

Chu Chen paused for a moment while swallowing, his eyes stayed on the pair of black and white crossed sneakers for a moment, and then he looked at Zhuang Yan with a kind of compassion for a patient who was about to die soon.

Zhuang Yan put on a questioning posture, suddenly remembered the photo sent by Cai Yinggang, his wandering pupils inadvertently touched the girl's flustered avoidance expression in the next aisle, he suddenly didn't want to ask anything, he shook his head contradictoryly, He shut his mouth and withdrew his legs.

……

Qiao Feng has the habit of secretly observing the students in class from the window, but he does it very covertly, so students will not usually find out.

Usually, the student who slipped away in class will be named and criticized in his class before he can get complacent for a long time, and the things that person slipped away will be pulled out and killed again.

In order to redeem the mobile phone smoothly, Zhuang Yan was very quiet all morning. After the fourth get out of class in the morning, he went straight to the office on the third floor without stopping.

Chu Chen closed his book and tidied up the table, took out his meal card in his schoolbag and was about to go to the cafeteria. Before he could take a step, the aisle on his side was blocked by two tall wooden stakes.

"Senior senior student, are you going to eat?" Zhou Dize leaned on the table, tapping his knuckles lightly on the table.

"What are you going to do?" Chu Chen frowned imperceptibly, and spoke calmly.

Cai Yinggang just climbed up from the science class downstairs, and he was a little out of breath when he spoke: "It's not a big deal, I just want to ask you to help bring a meal, the hot mouth spicy soup at the innermost side of Xiaobei Street."

"I want the spicy pot next door, less spicy, and add a serving of rice," Zhou Dize said.

"What does Brother Yan usually eat for lunch? Let me think about it." Cai Yinggang bit his lip and dawdled for a long time before saying, "Well, let's just bibimbap and add a crispy chicken."

"I..." Chu Chen's face changed slightly, and he opened his mouth to refuse, when he saw Cai Yingang fiddled with his mobile phone, seemingly accidentally finding a photo with a dark background.

"..."

Chu Chen fell silent. He slowly moved his eyes back, frowned and stared at the meal card in his hand, stroking the card with his fingertips, and most of the silver paint on the upper right corner was scraped off.

Cai Yinggang bumped into Zhou Dize with the corner of his mouth curled up, and the two looked at each other with a sneer.

After about a century, Chu Chen finally nodded in agreement.