in the dawn

Wu Jiaojiao directly sat next to him, "Mr. Qiao, based on my years of study experience, unless you are a super academic who can always take the first place in the exam, very few people will have such a stable grade. Just, just don't move." But, that's not realistic."

Indeed, since Song Xiaoyang's grades entered Class One in the second year of high school, until the end of her life, she was always No. 10 from the bottom, firmly occupying this position without moving.

As she said that, Wu Jiaojiao pulled out the transcripts of several people, "Also, Mr. Qiao, you can see that the students below No. 10 are constantly changing."

"Take this Sun Ping as an example. This time, he got No. 5 from the bottom of the monthly exam. After three weeks of stage testing, he got No. 15 in the class."

Wu Jiaojiao's eyes widened when she said this, "Mr. Qiao, this situation is too abnormal. I dragged Brother Peng Ran to help me find the papers of the two exams for comparison."

"The difficulty of this paper is the same, and the question types are also similar, but except for Song Xiaoyang, the results of the bottom ten are all soaring, and she is the only one who sits firmly in the tenth position."

Qiao Yuchuan held Song Xiaoyang's line chart silently, and after a moment of silence, he handed the stack of report cards next to it to Wu Jiaojiao, "Make a line chart of the scores of the bottom 10 students here."

"it is good."

When Wu Jiaojiao left, Qiao Yuchuan leaned back on the chair, took off his glasses casually, raised his head, closed his eyes, and frowned slightly.

After visiting with Feng Xue all afternoon, Jiang Chengyun saw Qiao Yuchuan's tired face as soon as he entered the office. He walked over and rubbed his hands to make sure it wasn't cold, so he covered Qiao Yuchuan's eyes.

"tired?"

Qiao Yuchuan reached out and grabbed Jiang Chengyun's hand and pulled it down. He opened his eyes, his eyes were clear, and Jiang Chengyun's figure was reflected in the depths of his eyes.

"I have something to tell you."

Jiang Chengyun reached out and pulled Qiao Yuchuan up, and the two entered the office together. Jiang Chengyun poured out two cups of the health-preserving tea that had been brewed in the health-preserving pot.

Qiao Yuchuan picked up a cup and held it in his hand. It was slightly warm and mixed with a little medicinal fragrance. He turned his head to look at the contents of the eye pot, "When did you pay so much attention to health preservation?"

"It's people like us who should keep healthy, right? Staying up late is the most harmful." Jiang Chengyun said with a smile.

He watched Qiao Yuchuan take a sip and didn't respond, so he was relieved. This is a prescription given by an old expert introduced by Director Wu before, and he said it is for nourishing Qi and nourishing the heart. It took him almost half a month to buy all these medicinal materials. time.

Qiao Yuchuan's physical condition has always been a concern for Jiang Chengyun. Although the old expert said that there is no major problem, as long as he takes good care of it in the future, he can live a healthy life, but he still can't feel completely at ease.

"I made statistics on Song Xiaoyang's report card, and this is the statistical chart drawn by Jiaojiao."

Jiang Chengyun took the picture and looked at it, Qiao Yuchuan continued, "I suspect that Song Xiaoyang has encountered school-school-cold-violence."

"What?" Jiang Chengyun looked away when he heard the words, and he squinted his eyes.

"Violence does not simply refer to fighting and other acts that damage the body of others."

"Cold-violence-force is also a kind of violence-force. To put it simply, it does not harm the other party's body, but tortures the other party's spirit. Mental abuse causes the victim to be hurt."

Speaking of this, Qiao Yuchuan sighed, "I guess, the rest of the students in Class [-] of the third year you interviewed should all say that Song Xiaoyang is a very quiet person, he doesn't like to talk, and he doesn't have many friends."

"She is always alone, she has no sense of presence in the class, she is a dispensable existence."

Jiang Chengyun's eyes trembled, and he said in a deep voice, "Yes."

"Alienation, indifference, non-contact."

"How does such a person do a good job in the position of squad leader?"

"Relying on meeting the requirements of the students as much as possible? For example, one person takes care of the whole class's lunch, one person is responsible for carrying the things needed by the class, and one person cleans the entire classroom."

Qiao Yuchuan's words made Jiang Chengyun's expression turn ugly, and he sighed heavily, "But this does not prove that the cold-violence you mentioned really exists."

Qiao Yuchuan raised his head slightly, and motioned Jiang Chengyun to look at the line chart in his hand, "Students' grades should fluctuate normally, but in Song Xiaoyang's class, the fluctuations in student grades are extremely abnormal."

Qiao Yuchuan took out the grade line chart from Jiang Chengyun's hand, "Song Xiaoyang's grades have always been stable at the bottom ten."

"It's not hard to see from her test scores every time. She has been working hard to improve, and her scores are indeed increasing, but every time she ranks in the class, she is always the tenth from the bottom."

"This position is like a fixed seat in the classroom. Whoever sits on it, don't even think about getting off."

Jiang Chengyun looked down at the straight line, and in his mind, Song Xiaoyang worked hard every night when he turned on the lights and read, but he couldn't get rid of the bottom ten position every time.

"No one talks to you, everyone is indifferent to you, and doesn't care about your affairs at all, as if you are a transparent person, and no one else can see you except yourself."

"You still bear the title of monitor, and your parents are proud of you for entering the elite class, and they think that you can glorify your ancestors and change the fate of your family through your studies."

"You work hard, but it seems that you will never be able to escape the position of the bottom ten. However, the ten people behind you may just treat you as a joke and play around."

Qiao Yuchuan found out the grade charts of several of them, and clicked, "The grades of these students have changed significantly, and the bottom dozens of them came in rotation."

Jiang Chengyun silently looked at the statistical chart in front of him, "It's too difficult to do this. Such an accurate calculation is simply impossible."

"If they're smart enough, or if they're accompanied by someone extraordinarily smart, it won't be hard."

"Besides, is it true that Sun Zetao, who is the class teacher, doesn't know about these things?"

"If he knows and assists from the side, things will be easier." Qiao Yuchuan said in a deep voice.

"The reason? Yu Chuan, this is all your guess."

"Then let's imagine, targeting a student for no reason, and causing such irreversible consequences, are they not worried about accidents at all?" Jiang Chengyun said with some disapproval.

"Look at this first."

Qiao Yuchuan turned on the phone and placed the news interface in front of Jiang Chengyun. The clear photos and huge titles made Jiang Chengyun squint his eyes.

"Song Xiaoyang's parents reconciled with the school, and the school gave the parents generous compensation."

Jiang Chengyun looked at the news with a sullen face, and threw his phone on the table for a while, "Song Xiaoyang was only 17 years old, and his death was unknown. The parents reconciled with the school so quickly?"

"So, there must be a reason we don't know." Qiao Yuchuan sighed slightly.

"And this unknown reason prompted those parents to reconcile with the school without expanding the problem."

"As long as things don't get into trouble, the reputation of Ancheng High School can be preserved. As long as the grades in the elite class are good enough, there will definitely be a lot of people spending money to get into that class." Qiao Yuchuan said lightly.

"Although this matter will have an impact on the school in a short period of time, as long as Ancheng High School can steadily send students with excellent grades, it is not a big problem at all if they want to make a comeback."

Jiang Chengyun is also very clear about this. He has checked the number of students in Ancheng University in recent years, and it has been generally stable or even rising. He Lang's survey of parents also showed that.

Most of the parents know about those few students in Ancheng High School, but they think that these are isolated cases and will not have a big impact on their children.

In the face of strong teaching staff and stable and excellent grades, sudden cases seem to have no splash. What's more, most of the parents of those students who received compensation chose to calm down, which also made the situation in Ancheng High School Everything is completely hidden.

"Let Feng Xue interview these students tomorrow."

Jiang Chengyun stared at the watch in front of him, looked again and again, then nodded, any conclusions need to be thoroughly investigated, only in this way can we get closer to the truth.

After evening self-study, Sun Ping waited for a long time at the bus stop with a few books in his arms, got on the bus, wandered around for more than half an hour, and then returned to his home.

As soon as he entered the door, Sun Ping's mother, Zhao Yulan, greeted him immediately, and took the book in Sun Ping's hand, "Are you hungry, do you want to eat?"

Sun Ping shook his head, looked at the smiling person in front of him, bit his lips tightly for a while, "Mom, I want to transfer schools."

Zhao Yulan froze for a moment when she heard this, the original wrinkles at the corners of her eyes seemed to deepen, "Transfer?"

Sun Ping's father, Sun Guocai, became angry when he saw him like this. He raised his head and drank the wine in his hand, got up and walked out, "Transfer? You can't attend the elite class of Ancheng High School, you want to transfer?" Where are you going?"

"Do you think it's easy for your parents to support you to go to Ancheng High School?"

"How can you be so heartless, you are already in the third year of high school, and the college entrance examination is about to take place, do you still think you are in elementary school, junior high school, ignorant age!"

Hearing Sun Guocai's accusation, Sun Ping lowered his head, walked away from his parents for a while and entered the house, and closed the door. Sun Guocai's reprimand could still come in through that door.

"A white-eyed wolf, I don't even know how hard my parents are."

"Is it easy for us to send you to a prestigious school after all our hard work? If you say transfer, just transfer. You have no ambition at all."

"Ancheng High School is a school that many people can't go to even if they want to. You are still in Class [-] and your future is bright. If you want to transfer at this time, where do you make my face go?"

Sun Ping lay on his back on his bed that creaked when he turned over. The light moonlight shone through the leaky glass and shrouded his somewhat thin body.

After a while, he curled up and closed his eyes. Song Xiaoyang appeared in front of him covered in blood, as if he wanted to kill him. Sun Ping grabbed his hair in pain and opened his eyes.