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"Don't panic." Fu Yiheng let go of Wei Ran's hand, led someone in again, and closed the half-open door by the way, "In addition to the bloodstains, there are also fingerprints and trace physical evidence."

"Everything that happens must leave traces. What trace substances are taken by one object from another object or what trace substances are left behind, can be detected by today's technical means. This is what a friend of mine doing research in the forensics center said. "He pulled away the original chair, pressed Wei Ran's shoulders to let him sit down securely, and stood beside him, like a black knight guarding the prince, "In other words, what happened at the scene of the crime? , we can restore them one by one.”

"As for the things that can be used to make a big fuss, there are too many." Fu Yiheng is still gentle, but his eyes that imply a blade are from top to bottom, cutting inch by inch from the female student's messy head and face and messy clothes, "the edge of the wound Fingerprints, hard-to-wash skin cells under the nails, creases in the placket, including shirt buttons scattered somewhere..."

Zhang Yi sat stiffly, her cheeks flushed faintly, brighter than the scratches on her collarbone, she didn't know whether it was the anger after her plan was revealed, or the shame stimulated by the sarcasm in the eyes, or both. Both.

"Besides, your worries are not unreasonable. Such incidents will indeed lead to a series of negative effects on both parties. For this, I can fund and privately invite a specialist to conduct trace identification and sign a non-disclosure agreement."

At this time, the conference room became Fu Yiheng's solo stage, and everyone was watching his every move closely. He took out his mobile phone and waved it twice, "I don't think everyone will object to this proposal, right? It can not only ensure that the incident is not leaked, but also get the truth."

"No, it's not enough... Do you still do trace inspection, it's like solving a crime and chasing the murderer, it's really funny, and it's not too troublesome." Liu Yuanfan, who has been working hard to reduce his sense of existence, interjected at this time.

"I'm not afraid of trouble." Fu Yiheng glanced over, as if a cold front was passing through, Liu Yuanfan rubbed his dry and peeling face, only to hear Fu Yiheng say pointedly, "You think this is funny? Then you are still too young. In this world Many times, false accusations don’t need corroboration, and arbitrary accusations don’t need corroboration, but if you want to prove your innocence, you need corroboration, is there anything more ridiculous than this?”

The frequency of Zhang Yi's blinking eyes reached its peak, and her breathing became rapid. She stared closely at the cell phone in Fu Yiheng's hand, with nowhere to hide her panic.

Both Liu Fang and Wu Aicai fell silent, their eyes shifted back and forth between Wei Ran and Zhang Yi's faces, their complexions were uncertain.

The result is that once these two senior practitioners in the education industry put aside their gender stereotypes and the directional thinking that determines the quality of their grades, and calm down completely, it is actually easy to see the clues from the facial micro-expressions of the lying students. .

"Zhang Yi..." Liu Fang let go of the hand that was holding Zhang Yi's shoulder the whole time in disbelief, her high-spirited expression suddenly shrank away, her eyes widened in surprise, "What have you done?"

Faced with the questioning, Zhang Yi flinched fiercely. She raised her head to look at Wei Ran, and then followed Wei Ran's gaze to look at the handsome teacher, with strong unwillingness and resentment in her eyes.

Just one step away.

Her hands clutching the corners of her clothes trembled uncontrollably.

But this is obviously a foolproof plan. She knows Wei Ran and the unspoken rules that prevail in this school. Where are the variables?Wait, there is a teacher in this world who believes in a student like Wei Ran?God, she missed this point, she never thought that someone would be willing to side with Wei Ran.

Of course, it's not that she's stupid.

The stupid one is that innocent teacher Fu, who must have been used and tricked by Wei Ran, just like she did to Teacher Liu.

After realizing this, Zhang Yi stopped trembling strangely, clenched her cheeks in resignation, and said nothing.

"It's getting dark, if everyone agrees, I'll contact my friend right now..." Fu Yiheng announced that his patience was exhausted.

"Teacher Fu, please slow down first." Liu Fang's sallow face showed embarrassment after knowing her mistake, and she stopped Fu Yiheng from pressing the button, "This matter has to be discussed in the long term..."

At this time, Zhang Yi suddenly stood up, the chair made a sharp whine as the chair scraped the polished tile floor, she untied the hair tie of her long bristling hair, left the office, and slammed the door behind her.

In the astonishment of everyone, Liu Yuanfan, who was isolated and helpless, slipped around the corner and followed him without saying a word.

"What kind of words are these!" Wu Aicai slammed the teacup heavily on the teak conference table, so angry that his eyebrows darkened by two points, and pointed at Liu Fang's nose, urging, "Go and get me back! Xiao The girl film is too scheming, this is a co-author who uses us as a gunman! Fortunately, it is Xiaofu today, otherwise the consequences would be unimaginable, not to mention giving such an innocent young man such a dirty name. I still have to force people to quit! Thinking about it makes me scared, look at it, goosebumps on my arms!"

As he spoke, he exaggeratedly pulled up his sleeves, and threw his white arms under Liu Fang's eyes.

Just now she was excitedly doing justice, but when she turned her head, she was slapped in the face. Liu Fang was so ashamed that she was too ashamed to look at Fu Yiheng. She stroked her half-length hair embarrassingly, and murmured, "What's all this?" What's the matter?" Then he glanced apologetically at Wei Ran, who looked so innocent at the moment, stomped his feet in a hurry, turned around and went after Zhang Yi.

With three people missing, the meeting room suddenly became quiet.

The teaching office is facing the large playground. There are students playing basketball at the moment. The laughter mixed with the sound of the basketball hitting the ground penetrates the double-layer soundproof glass, and the eardrums are deafeningly agitated.

Wei Ran still looked half-dead, sitting silently.

Instead, the dean and class teacher were standing.

Wu Aicai originally planned to ignore the hints in Fu Yiheng's eyes, say a few words of comfort, and end this absurd incident of framing on campus as soon as possible, and then go back to their respective homes to do what they should do.

But Fu Yiheng's eyes were too intense to stare at people, the fire was on fire, the coercion came from all directions, and director Wu's forehead was sweating.After so many years as a colleague, he still understands the temper of the class teacher in class six.

Don't look at Mr. Fu who is usually good at talking, like a ball of soft white flour, easy to get angry, he is the most kind and easy-going in the whole third grade.But those who know understand that this is all because there is still room for negotiation, and there is no need to rush to go online with a white face and make it look bad.If there is really any fool who thinks that he is allowed to be flattened and rounded by the king, then he will definitely be unable to eat and walk around.

Then again, without two brushes, the school would not dare to let him be the head teacher to manage the class, otherwise those little bastards who watch people order food will come up and step on their feet, and they will not be dragged to the sky to stand shoulder to shoulder with the sun and the moon ?

At this moment, Teacher Fu's aura was in full swing, and Wu Aicai had no choice but to apologize: "Then what, classmate Wei Ran."

Wei Ran had been staring at his teacher all the time, and now he took the time to turn his eyes and looked at him, with a look of "I'm very upset with you, you're about to let the fart go, hurry up and disband".

Wu Aicai didn't know whether to laugh or cry, but his attitude of admitting his mistakes was quite good: "Today, Teacher Liu and I were careless, got confused, and rushed to convict you without thoroughly analyzing the whole matter. I'm really sorry for misunderstanding you. I sincerely apologize. sorry!"

Wei Ran turned his head to the side and did not speak. He seemed to twitch the corners of his mouth, but the arc was too shallow to be ignored.

Director Wu continued his efforts: "Well, in order to compensate you, you can tell me what you want, and I will help if I can! Including if you want Zhang Yi to bear the corresponding consequences..."

"No need." Wei Ran stood up and interrupted him, showing no relief on his face after being wronged, nor any resentment at these people's indiscriminate slandering of himself, he just greeted Fu Yiheng lightly, "Teacher, let's go .”

Fu Yiheng didn't seem to have thought that Wei Ran would just leave it like that, surprise flashed across his face, and he nodded: "Oh, you go first, I'll go out later."

Wei Ran left first.

"This child is different from what I imagined." After he left, Wu Aicai glued his butt back to the chair resentfully, and tapped his shoulder and neck tiredly.

"What kind of person do you imagine him to be?" Fu Yiheng groveled a little and trashed the cactus on the table, pulling out the thorns one by one.

"No, how can he be so calm? It's as if it's none of your business." Director Wu poked his temple inexplicably, "At least he can argue a few words. Don't most people have to jump when they are misunderstood? Shouting loudly, I didn't do it, I'm innocent, even if I'm in a hurry, I can understand."

"He may feel that no one will believe him even if he yells. It's a waste of energy."

"You can't say that. At least if he tried to explain it, I might have doubts. I can't be so sure that he committed a crime."

"Be pessimistic."

"what?"

"I said he might be a little pessimistic in his bones." Fu Yiheng was pricked by the thorn after failing to pull out the thorn. He withdrew his hand and studied the small light yellow burr pierced into the skin of the finger pulp. "In the process of growing up, family environment or social factors caused Personality reasons. Conceit and inferiority complex coexist, extremely sensitive, vigilant, guarded, have a strong sense of hostility and distrust of people around, and tend to be passive in dealing with things."

After his analysis, Wu Aicai was stunned for a while with his mouth open, and couldn't help but roll his eyes to retort: ​​"No, the kid you're talking about is Wei Ran? I caught him smoking and skipped class, and sprayed smoke on your face from his nostrils." At the time, he didn't look passive at all, he was stretched and sideways."

"I just said that casually." Mr. Fu was mischievous, "You just listen to it casually, what do you care about?"

"Then your ability to make up nonsense is quite outstanding, I almost believed it." Wu Aicai slapped away the paw of a gentle scum that harmed the cactus, "Also, does he look like a particularly generous person?"

"Well, as far as I know, it's rather picky." Fu Yiheng rolled his mouth for some reason.

"I'm not talking about that, I'm talking about why he let that girl go so easily? I'm at his age, not to mention anything else, I have a clear distinction between likes and hates, and revenge must be revenged." Director Wu hugged his body a little complacently lambskin jacket, "It's normal for young people to be like this. Hey, no, you said—"

Wu Aicai's movements paused, he straightened his waist, and guessed for no reason: "He can't pretend he doesn't mind on the surface, and seek revenge in private, right? This is terrible!"

"Probably not." Fu Yiheng swiped his phone, opened a post on the school forum, his eyes darkened, "Who knows? There may be some little secret between the two children, and it's difficult for us adults to intervene. By the way, Director Wu, help me contact the General Information Department, there is a mess in the school forum, it's time to clean it up."

After leaving the building of the teaching office, it was already completely dark, and the cool evening wind was wrapped in moisture, blowing on his face and making him wet.

Before taking two steps, Fu Yiheng recognized the black figure squatting next to the stone lion. Under the figure was a half-new and shriveled backpack.

The man seemed to have eyes on the back of his head, and he could be recognized just by the sound of his footsteps. He picked up his bag and quickly rushed to him. With his eyes downcast, he walked shoulder to shoulder with him on the avenue of the campus.

"Where are you going?" Wei Ran asked.

"Go home." Fu Yiheng gave him a flirtatious glance, "You don't have to work these two days, get the hell out of here and study by yourself at night."

"Oh." Wei Ran lowered his head and dragged his feet, "Aren't you coming to class for evening self-study?"

"No, it's the English teacher's turn to be on duty today."

The two walked all the way in silence, and when they were almost at the parking lot, Wei Ran didn't take another step, and called out, "Teacher Fu."

"Huh?" Fu Yiheng put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked with his head buried, and hummed casually.

Wei Ran was looking for something to say, so he pretended to be pitiful: "I'm in pain here."

Sure enough, Mr. Fu liked this, and immediately raised his eyes: "Where does it hurt?"

"Here." Wei Ran pointed to his right cheek.

Fu Yiheng followed his fingers to look over, the lighting range of the streetlight was too narrow, and he couldn't see anything clearly, so he stretched out his hand to break Wei Ran's chin, turning the other's face at an angle, facing the dim light source of the streetlight—— I saw the red marks of five fingers on the skin, which were thin and long, not very obvious.

Wei Ran obediently let him look at him, the heat source from his chin scorched his skin, he moved his Adam's apple, and swallowed.

"Slapped by a girl?" Fu Yiheng withdrew his hand.

"Yes." Wei Ran curled up his fingers, trying not to touch the residual temperature on his chin, "She's quite strong, is it swollen?"

"No, there is still a lot of room for development before being disfigured." Fu Yiheng turned his toes, "If you are not going to explain to me the ins and outs of the incident, and if you don't have any other important matters, then don't follow me."

Wei Ran stared at his leather shoes, then grinned and stretched out his hands to cover the back of his neck: "Mr. Fu, the wound on the back of my neck hurts."

Fu Yiheng: "...Go back and change your medicine more frequently, so that the pain will stop if you rub it with me? I'm not a painkiller."

Seeing him not moving at all, Wei Ran continued to cover his heart: "Mr. Fu, actually my chest hurts quite a bit too."

The painful places are also strangely dense. If this continues, every part of the body will have to suffer.

Fu Yiheng regained his composure, and glared at him angrily: "What's the matter, the little girl still punched you in the chest?"

"That's not true, I just feel a little uncomfortable. Teacher Fu..."

"Farewell to Mr. Fu, what exactly do you want to say?" Fu Yiheng couldn't bear it anymore, and ground his molars, "Say it directly, it won't work if you sell it badly."

Wei Ran grinned, his sharp canine teeth reflected under the streetlight: "Teacher, let's discuss it. Can I stay at your house for two more days? Just two days."

The author has something to say: Huh, I finally solved the problem of classmate Zhang