Without hanging up, he gently put the phone in his pocket, leaned against the corner, pretending to be nonchalant, and glanced gently upstairs.
It's probably just a student who needs to go to the bathroom during evening study. Just wait for him to go over.
But the footsteps were a little complicated, as if there were more than one person.
When I looked up, I happened to see Brother Long leading four or five people heading downstairs!
My eyes met with Brother Long's, and he smiled when he saw me: "Zhou Ming, why are you standing here?" [
"Brother Long." I pretended to be relaxed: "If you are not in a good mood, come out and stand up."
"It's because of the wheat thing." Brother Long walked up to me and patted me on the shoulder: "Don't worry, our zodiac animals will definitely not let wheat suffer this time."
"That's good." I squinted my eyes and breathed out.
"We brothers are going to the toilet to smoke, will you go?" Brother Long took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it to me.
"No." I blocked the cigarette and said with a smile, "I'm just about to go back to the classroom. The head teacher is still there."
"Okay, let's go then." Brother Long led the people downstairs again.
"Well, Brother Long, walk slowly." I waved my hand.
Watching Brother Long and the others gradually go downstairs, I took out my phone again. My palms were slightly sweaty and my heart was beating wildly.
"Brother Zhao, are you still here?" I put the phone next to my ear.
There was silence for a long time again.
"Brother Zhao?" I called again.
"Are you very close to the Zodiacs now?" Zhao Wusheng's tone was a little strange.
Only then did I realize that every word of the conversation I had with Brother Long just now fell into Zhao Wusheng’s ears!
"No." I suddenly felt extremely guilty: "As you know, we just had dinner together in the evening because of a small problem in the dormitory."
"I know all this." Zhao Wusheng's cold voice sounded again.
Since Zhao Wusheng was able to ambush people outside the toilet wall in the backyard of that restaurant, he naturally knew everything about the big and small things that happened in No. 1 Middle School, and no further explanation was needed from me.
"These are just polite words for the occasion." I told Zhao Wusheng honestly.
"Remember your position clearly." Zhao Wusheng is teaching the younger generation: "Don't forget how the old man died."