The Emperor of Meiqiang and the Shadow has grown a pair of bunny ears

Zhou Yan Shiqing came to the school unexpectedly early, there were only two or three students in the classroom, sitting diagonally.

He glanced at the time as he walked into the classroom:

Twelve past seven.

It took about 10 minutes for Qi Jiu to come, and he took out three food boxes from his schoolbag.

Yan Shiqing felt more and more that he looked like an animal breeder, but the thought just passed by.

Qi Jiu didn't know it at all, but he was very happy to see Yan Shiqing came so early today, and happily handed him the food box.

Yan Shiqing ate very quickly, his cheeks bulged, as if he had stuffed a lot of stored food into it.

When there are only carrots left in the food box, his movements will be much slower, and finally he will close his eyes and stuff them into his mouth.

It should be a picky eater, but knowing that he has no right to picky eaters, he frowned and chewed a few mouthfuls and swallowed it down.

Qi Jiu couldn't get tired of watching it every day, and every time he sat upright holding the food box, waiting for the moment when the other party ate carrots.

Another 10 minutes later, Zhou Qing walked into the classroom first, stretched halfway, and got stuck when he saw the brand new food box on his desk.

"Ms. Qi brought it to you." Qi Jiu explained to him, but his eyes stayed on Yan Shiqing, "Thank you for protecting me."

"...You still tell your mother everything." Zhou Qing rubbed the back of his neck helplessly, "Don't you think it's a bit strange?"

"Mutual honesty is the secret of our family's relationship." It wasn't until the moment Yan Shiqing swallowed the radish with a stinky face that Qi Jiu turned to Zhou Qingxian to be proud, "You can't envy you."

Young master Zhou, who grew up in a free-range family and his father doesn't love him, really couldn't agree, he shrugged and opened the lunch box: "Thank you, auntie...how come it's all my favorite food."

Qi Jiu raised her head proudly: "Because I told her everything you don't like."

As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a click from the back table. It seemed that the lid of the food box fell to the ground without holding it firmly.

Zhou Qing didn't notice at first, eating breakfast in the classroom is as elegant as in a western restaurant: "Is this the secret of your friendship?"

Before Qi Jiu could respond, a loud and clear voice came from the door: "Qi Jiu—Old Chen is looking for—"

He stood up and noticed that Yan Shiqing's eyes had been following him.

Qi Jiu slowed down on purpose, and didn't listen to him until he was about a meter away from the other party's table.

"Carrot." Yan Shiqing said in a muffled voice, "No."

"But maintaining a balanced diet is very important." Qi Jiu turned around and smiled at him, "Children who are picky eaters will not grow taller."

Qi Jiu put down his words and ran away, and from the corner of his eye, he saw Yan Shiqing's eyebrows tightly knit together.

He smiled triumphantly, and ran to Lao Chen's office in two or three steps before class started.

Standing by the window, Lao Chen teased him as he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth: "What? You're in a good mood."

"Mr. Chen, what's the matter?" Qi Jiu shook his head and adjusted his expression to be more serious.

"In the past few days, some students often said that they lost something in the classroom." Lao Chen didn't waste time, and went straight to the topic, "Has any classmate reacted to you?"

As the monitor of the class, Qi Jiu would pay special attention to the situation of some classmates on weekdays, and occasionally solve problems.

But at the moment when he thought about it, only the image of Yan Shiqing was left in his mind.

He shook his head honestly: "What exactly did you lose?"

"It seems to be something like a meal card." Lao Chen frowned, "A classmate also told me that he lost his wallet, but fortunately there was no money in it."

"The classroom monitoring will not be turned on except during major exams." He explained, "If someone really wants to steal it, I have to ask you to find a few classmates to watch out together."

Qi Jiu agreed, keeping this matter in his heart.

But before he summoned his reliable classmates to conduct manual monitoring, trouble had already arrived.

Just after the big class break in the morning, Qi Jiu came back from the office after distributing the test papers, and heard the class commotion from a long way away.

When he stepped through the door, all his classmates looked at him like they were staring at a fish on a chopping board.

Qi Jiu was so stared at, he tried to calm down and asked, "What's wrong?"

No one answered him, someone motioned for him to see his seat.

Among the group of three, Qi Jiu was the first to return to the classroom. His desk was obviously turned over by someone, and there were a dozen or so mobile phones on the desk.

There were several boys standing beside the table, arms folded like guards.

Qi Jiu exclaimed: "What is this?"

As his footsteps approached the desk, the students who had been sitting stood up in sevens and eights, forming a semi-circle around him, blocking the back door tightly.

"When we came back from running and exercising, many people found that their mobile phones were gone." Someone in the crowd responded, "Someone's mobile phone vibrated. We called to look for it. The sound came from your drawer."

"It's impossible for me to take that." Qi Jiu said anxiously, "I'm not in the classroom at all between classes."

"...Everyone went to run during the big class break, and you were the last one to leave the classroom." The man continued to speak just now, paused for a long time before continuing, "Actually, we don't think you are stealing, just. ...I'm just a little afraid of you going to tell Lao Chen."

"Didn't you get called away by Lao Chen this morning? We suspect that's why you went."

The school clearly forbids bringing electronic devices, but this group of students couldn't bear to play secretly, so Lao Chen arrested him several times but failed to catch him.

There is still a month to go before the college entrance examination, and Lao Chen is really afraid that these students' grades will be affected by their addiction to the Internet, so he secretly communicated with Qi Jiu several times and asked him to supervise him, but Qi Jiu always agreed verbally, and turned a blind eye in private .

Now he is like Lu Dongbin who was bitten by a dog, looking back at his classmates who treat each other like guests in disbelief.

It was the first time in his life that he suffered this kind of slander, and even the explanation seemed very pale: "Why would I do such a thing! Me, this is not good for me at all!"

In fact, the moment Qi Jiu said it, he vaguely thought of the reason why everyone doubted him.

Perhaps before digging out this pile of mobile phones, someone had already thought of going to Qi Jiu first.

There is no other reason, but because the status of "monitor" is always linked to the teacher's confidant.

Qi Jiu felt sad. For three years, he worked hard for his classmates. His hard work far outweighed his credit, but as long as his own interests were damaged, he would always be the first villain to be pondered.

He remembered that Lao Chen was talking about dropping things this morning, and walked quickly to his desk to search, and actually found a few campus cards.

Qi Jiu's heart was in a mess, and the self-proving innocence explanation turned into a shout in the panic: "I really didn't steal or take it!"

When he was in a hurry, he was easy to show his face. At this moment, he looked as if he was being exposed and turned into anger, and his credibility was really not high.

But among the bustling crowd, there were also students under his care, who timidly made remarks: "Actually... I believe in the character of the monitor."

A boy immediately retorted: "Then you mean that he was framed?"

The one just now immediately stopped talking and retreated into the crowd.

The big class break is about to pass, and a dozen or so students who lost their mobile phones are the leaders. It has taken a lot of courage to plan this farce. At this moment, I just want to race against time to deal with this matter.

Several boys guarding Qi Jiu's table looked at each other, and their eyes fell on Yan Shiqing's table in unison.

Qi Jiu felt chills down his spine for no reason, he pursed his lips and couldn't speak.

"I don't mean to doubt him, or look down on him..." One of the boys swallowed, "It's just that this kind of situation didn't happen before he transferred to our class."

The other boys were much more straightforward, and they wanted to lift Yan Shiqing's table as soon as they walked over.

"Wait, wait a minute!" Qi Jiu quickly supported the table to stop him, "No matter what you say, don't rummaging through other people's things! At least you have to wait for someone to come back—"

"Squad leader, you still believe him." The boy who came over to hold the table first sneered, "His father owes hundreds of thousands to others, and he is so poor that he can't afford food. If I were him, what would I do now?" You can do all kinds of bad things.”

Qi Jiu's heart skipped a beat when he heard this.

The momentary trance in his vision was not because of this passage, but because he saw Yan Shiqing standing at the back door of the classroom.

The crowd, which was originally tightly surrounded, coincidentally avoided to both sides, as if opening a way for him to the court of justice.

Yan Shiqing remained motionless, he briefly and calmly looked at Qi Jiu in the chaotic crowd.

In the next second, his desk had been overturned.

The wooden tables and chairs raised huge dust, and textbooks flew out of the table randomly, mixed with different types of pens, spreading on the ground in a mighty way, and being stepped on by others.

Qi Jiu thought he was witnessing a bullying.

He went forward to grab the boy's arm, trying to stop his movement, and wanted to make a sound to clarify for Yan Shi——

But he couldn't do it, he saw a wallet rolled out from the depths of the messy desk.

It's pink, covered in earth, and has a sweet smell of omega pheromones.

At the same time, an exclamation came from the end of the crowd: "Ah——I dropped that a few days ago!"

At that moment, Qi Jiu felt that the noise from the crowd was about to overwhelm him.

He seemed to be drowning in the water. Hearing these voices that seemed to be separated from the membrane, he felt more sad than the moment he was framed.

"So you stole something, and you were afraid of being discovered, so you pushed the blame to the monitor, right?" The leading boy picked up the wallet and raised his eyebrows at Yan Shiqing, "I didn't do it cleanly, because I was afraid that others would not find you. ."

Yan Shiqing turned a deaf ear, his eyes only fell on Qi Jiu.

Just now he was too excited, Qi Jiu's neck was still a little red, and he sniffed the tip of his nose like a small animal.

As usual, Qi Jiu still had an almost weak gentleness, and his voice was soft and soft. I don't know if he was asking Yan Shiqing, or hinting at himself:

"You haven't, have you?"

Yan Shiqing's fingertips tightened suddenly.

He would often experience such a thing, after entering the shelter of the Conservation Society four times and transferring schools no less than ten times, someone always liked to push him out and become the bad guy who took everything.

At first Yan Shiqing was still angry, he would explain, and he would collect evidence for a long time to prove his innocence.

But he later realized that it was useless, people would still look at him with colored glasses, and only hoped that he would make some troubles and become the seasoning to polish the boring life.

Yan Shiqing gradually got used to silence, and often he only needed to be silent for a short period of time before he would leave for the next school without any worries.

This time too, after just one month, no one will remember these trumped-up charges.

But he looked at Qi Jiu who was waiting for his response in panic without blinking——

Yan Shiqing sighed inexplicably.

It's really strange that two weeks ago Yan Shiqing was still thinking about how to get rid of this stalker, but now that he had a great opportunity in front of him, he made a completely different choice.

This kind of troublesome thing will never be done a second time in the future.

While thinking, Yan Shiqing walked slowly to the front of the classroom.

Every time he took a step, someone would open a gap for him. It seemed that Yan Shiqing was a murderous plague god, and no one wanted to get even half a centimeter closer to him.

Finally, he stopped next to a boy with black-rimmed glasses.

Under the gaze of nearly a hundred eyes, Yan Shiqing grabbed the other party's collar in an extremely rough way.

"During the exercise today, you disappeared when you were near the exit of the playground on the first lap. Where did you go?"

The name of the man with glasses is Yang Guang, which is different from his name. He is usually low-key, introverted and quiet, and usually sits in the classroom for a whole day.

He was frightened by Yan Shiqing, he gasped and dared not move: "What... what?"

"Last Tuesday before the evening self-study, you were alone in the classroom from [-]:[-] to [-]:[-]." Yan Shiqing said indifferently.

"Thursday at 55:22, Friday at 37:[-], and today at [-]:[-], what are you doing?"

Yang Guang broke into a cold sweat from his fright, and responded with the corners of his mouth: "...What are you talking about, I didn't—"

"Do you know that you like to steal things from the side corner near the door, so the back door will become a blind spot for vision."

His voice was flat, as if he was reading an obituary: "But I stand at the back door, and through the reflection of the glass on the other side of the wall, I can see your movements clearly."

Yang Guang's body trembled like a sieve, and the dead duck still had to speak hard: "You, you are slander!"

The crowd of onlookers did not expect this wave of reversal, and they were bustling with each other.

Someone on the sidelines boldly asked, "Since you saw him stealing, why didn't you tell us or report him?"

Yan Shiqing was still hooking Yang Guang's collar, and looked back very puzzled when he heard this, thinking that this question was really unthinkable.

Yan Shiqing asked strangely: "What does this have to do with me?"