Bai Jian, a new transfer student, is currently the most talked about student in the entire Xiangcheng Middle School because of his overly flamboyant appearance.
I'll never forget it once I've seen it.
The girl I spoke to just now saw Bai Qian on the second floor at noon and had a deep memory.
Seeing Ren Wanxuan looking so angry now, I feel a little scared.
"Monitor, will something happen?" The girl looked at the monitor of Class 8.
The class monitor obviously knew about the transfer student Bai Zian. He shook his head and said he was not sure, "I'm going to take a look. I don't know if it has anything to do with that new student. It's good to find it. If it's lost inexplicably, our class will lose it." It will be bad luck if you don’t protect everything!”
He kicked off the stool and followed out.
Behind her, Shi Yutong's eyes flickered, and she followed up with a gloating smile, "It must be the transfer student!"
Class 15.
At noon, most people lay down at the table to take a nap, while some people wrote furiously.
"Bang--"
The door was opened, waking up a bunch of people sleeping on the table.
Ren Wanxuan, Shi Yutong, monitor of Class 8, and several others from Class 8.
No one in the school doesn't know them.
Class 15 fell silent as a whole. Even the few people who were discussing in low voices couldn't help but silence themselves and just looked at them quietly.
As silent as a cicada.
Class 8 is called the Prince Class because they act arrogantly, and people in other classes are used to their attitude.
Ren Wanxuan didn't look at anyone, she only glanced around the whole class. She didn't see Bai Qian, so she asked coldly: "Where is Bai Qian?"
No one dared to speak.
Zhang Shize, who was lying on the table catching up on his sleep, was awakened by a loud kick on the door. He glanced at Ren Wanxuan and the monitor of Class 8, sat up straight and leaned back, "She went to the bathroom, why are you looking for her?"
Class 8 members often play ball with Zhang Shize. The squad leader of Class 8 was afraid that Zhang Shize would offend Ren Wanxuan, so he immediately got in and held him down, and explained the reason to him in a low voice.
Ren Wanxuan ignored Zhang Shize at all, "Where is she sitting?"
No one answered, but some people couldn't help but look at Bai Xian's position.
Zhang Shize has some friendship with Class 8, not to mention that Chen Zhu's sister Chen Wei likes him, and Class 8 people always give him face.
He frowned, not believing that Bai Qian was this kind of person: "I must have made a mistake. My front desk went to the second floor because your head teacher was looking for her."
Zhang Shize was still talking.
Shi Yutong didn't need to think at all. She walked directly to Bai Xian's position, took out the black schoolbag from the hole in Bai Xian's desk, and poured it down——
Wow!
A pile of books and notebooks fell to the floor.
Ren Wanxuan didn't read those books. Her eyes were only on the unusually conspicuous red cover in the middle of a pile of books.
He bent down, picked up the red invitation letter from a pile of books with a sneer, took out a tissue from his pocket, wiped it carefully, then took it in his hand, and looked at Zhang Shize with a half-smile, "Made it wrong?"
Zhang Shize and the people around him were a little stunned when they saw the red invitation in Ren Wanxuan's hand.
Yang Lin sat in her seat from beginning to end. She watched Shi Yutong look through Bai Xian's schoolbag expressionlessly, waiting for Ren Wanxuan to pick out the red invitation letter from the pile of books.
An expression like a question mark slowly appeared on her face.
**
Bai Zian just came back from the bathroom.
"I don't want to say it," Ren Wanxuan only looked away coldly when Bai Qian came back, "Go and explain to the teacher."
However, Bai Zian didn't look at her.
She stood at the door and looked at her seat. Her black schoolbag was thrown carelessly on the ground. There were a pile of books scattered on the stool and under the table, as well as a bottle of milk that Ji Shaojun had stuffed into her bag before she left in the morning.
The class was as quiet as ever.
Bai Zian slowly walked to his seat, kicked off the stool, and looked down at the scattered books for a few seconds.
She looked up, without a smile on her face, only three words: "Who did it?"
She has always been lazy and has little interest in other things except studying.
At this time, her brows were deep and her dark eyes seemed to be shrouded in a cloud of morning mist, but her originally delicate brows were filled with a fierce determination not to approach strangers!
Zhang Shize couldn't help but take half a step back after being swept away by her gaze.
He couldn't help but look at Shi Yutong.
"Is that you?" Bai Qian stretched out his hand and pinched Shi Yutong's neck with his long fingers and pulled him over.
"Bang--"
Shi Yutong was grabbed by the neck with one hand and thrown to the bench.
The loud noise made everyone take a step back.
Bai Xian pulled out the wooden hairpin from the back of his head and pointed the sharp hairpin at Shi Yutong's aorta. Bai Xian slowly pressed his hand down and smiled at her almost cruelly, "Who told you to touch my things?"
The area on Shi Yutong's neck was extremely red, and blood could be faintly seen.
"What's wrong?" Lu Lingxi hurried over at the door of the classroom.
Lu Lingxi's voice was gentle and powerful.
As early as when the people from Class 8 came, someone from Class 15 was looking for Lu Lingxi.
"Bai Xian!" Zhang Shize also reacted. He reached out and grabbed Bai Xian's hairpin.
Bai Zian stared at Shi Yutong for a few seconds.
Can't shark.
Lu Lingxi said that these are the flowers of the future of the motherland.
But this guy is magnetic flux.
Since she is magnetic flux, forget it.
Bai Zian thought for a few seconds, then slowly took back the hairpin.
"Ahem——"
Shi Yutong got up quickly and looked at Bai Xian with a horrified look. Before Bai Xian moved the table, she never thought that the person in front of her was a madman!
**
Ren Wanxuan's belongings were stolen and finally found in Class 15.
This is no small matter.
When the vice principal heard that it was about Ren Wanxuan, he also put down what he was doing and came to the senior high school teaching building.
"No need to call the parents," Ren Wanxuan took the invitation letter. She cut off Ji Shaorong's call and told Lu Lingxi and the school leaders: "Just call the police."
Wouldn't it be like asking the parents to fulfill Bai Zian's wish?
In the end, it not only became a family matter of the Ren family, but even the whole school knew that this new student was a member of the Ren family.
Ren Wanxuan had no doubt that Bai Qian was not responsible for this matter. Apart from her, Ren Wanxuan didn't know who else could be so stupid as to do such a thing, killing one thousand enemies and damaging oneself eight hundred.
They thought of making a fuss with their parents, but in the end the Ren family had no choice but to ignore it due to public opinion.
But Ren Wanxuan was not as good as she wished.
"Classmate Ren," Lu Lingxi didn't think Bai Qian did this, but no matter who did it, she didn't agree with calling the police. "This is a matter within the school. Calling the police will have a great impact on students' lives..."
Next to him, the vice principal nodded frequently.
"Don't call the police? Handle it with care," Ren Wanxuan looked at the people in the office, "If you don't know the price of my invitation, you can ask Chen Zhu."
Beside her, Chen Zhu pondered for a while, "Teacher, this is an invitation letter from Baihu Auction House. Unless you can buy it through special channels, it is indeed priceless."
How do these teachers know what White Tiger Auction House is?
But from what Chen Zhu and Ren Wanxuan said, they knew that things were not simple.
Lu Lingxi and the vice principal looked at each other.
"Ahem," Shi Yutong, who didn't dare to look at Bai Qian next to Ren Wanxuan, said hoarsely, "If you don't call the police, I'll help you..."
Lu Lingxi frowned: "But..."
"It's okay," Bai Qian was taller than Lu Lingxi. She reassured Lu Lingxi, looking like it didn't matter, "Just ask them to call the police, I'll be fine."
"But their family..."
Lu Lingxi knew that these big families were not easy to mess with.
She looked at Chen Zhu, the group of people in Class 8. Chen Zhu would not cause trouble because of his family background. Unlike others, if he could find someone in school to stop Ren Wanxuan.
Maybe it's just Chen Zhu.
Chen Zhu withdrew his gaze, his refusal was obvious.
This was a bottom line issue. He couldn't help Lu Lingxi, and...
The invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction House is also very important to the Chen family.
Lu Lingxi was a little discouraged.
Shi Yutong had already called the police, and she looked in Bai Xian's direction with malicious eyes.
Bai Zian didn't pay attention to the invitation at all. He only took out his mobile phone, found a person's profile picture on the phone, and asked slowly——
【.】
White vest: [Sister, I just wanted to tell you that someone bid for your invitation.]
Bai Qian: [Xiao Mao, do you have any purchase records for that thing?]
White vest: [There is no record, but everyone's is unique. My godfather asked the auction house to make a new copy for you, so you are a distinguished guest, and there is a golden word "white" on the back. ]
Bai Xian understood clearly and typed one word: [.]
White vest: [Sister, I’ll wait for you at the old place tonight and give you the seller’s money.]
Bai Qian:【1】
White vest:【Okay, sister!】
**
When it came to the Ren family, the police did not dare to be vague and dispatched police quickly.
Because it was a school, they were afraid of disturbing the students, so they all came in casual clothes and did not sound the sirens.
The leading police officer took Bai Zian alone for questioning, and then called the surveillance camera in the corridor.
Lu Lingxi felt uneasy. She looked at the vice principal and wanted to say something.
The vice-principal sighed. He lowered his voice. He had a headache. He was afraid of these special children from Class 8: "Teacher Lu, you also know who is easy to mess with in Class 8? As a student, if you don't want to leave any criminal records, just let her go." Transfer to another school."
Although he is the vice principal, he can only tremble in front of the Ren family and Chen family.
The whole questioning process seemed very simple.
In less than three minutes, the police officer and Bai Zian from the office next door came out.
As soon as the two came out, everyone looked at them.
Lu Lingxi stood up directly.
Asking with open eyes.
"Ms. Ren," the policeman said politely, having been informed of Ren Wanxuan's identity in advance, "can you show me the invitation letter in your hand?"
Ren Wanxuan frowned.
But still handed the invitation letter to the other party.
Unlike the masses, the police maintain public security in Xiangcheng all year round, so they naturally know about Heishui Street and the White Tiger Auction House. He saw the lifelike white tiger on the red invitation and was cautious.
He rolled back.
Bai Jian didn't read the invitation carefully, and only then did she see the small word "白" on the back. She calmed down, took out the log-colored hairpin from her pocket, and unhurriedly tied her hair up again.
Her fingers are slender, clean and smooth with no impurities.
It's hard to imagine how this work-of-art hand pinched Shi Yutong's neck before.
She looked at the policeman, her features were clear and graceful, and she looked very well-behaved: "Then can I go back? I haven't finished my homework yet."
The two policemen had never seen such a beautiful, well-behaved student who loved to study. They showed a sense of fatherly love and quickly said: "Okay, okay, go back and do your homework."
Bai Zian nodded, unzipped his school uniform, and walked outside.
Thinking of something, she turned around and felt aggrieved: "Teacher, she just pushed my desk."
She complained to Lu Lingxi.
The policeman immediately looked at Shi Yutong, alert and serious: "Classmate, please pay attention to your words and deeds!"
Lu Lingxi quickly blocked Shi Yutong's gaze from looking at Bai Qian, and turned back gently: "Bai Qian, don't be afraid, go back to study first, the teacher is here."
Shi Yutong looked at Bai Qian in disbelief: "...???"
Why push the table? Damn it, she only turned over her schoolbag, and Bai Qian almost stabbed her through the neck!
Are you all blind?
Shi Yutong really wants to call the police now.
Bai Zian had already left, and only then did the others in the office come back to their senses.
Chen Zhu stared blankly at the invitation in the policeman's hand, then looked at the door.
Don't know what to think.
Shi Yutong shouted in a hoarse voice, "Uncle police, she is a thief, why did you just let her go? Did someone give you a notice? Do you know whose things she stole?"
Ren Wanxuan also stood up suddenly. She frowned at the police and pursed her lips, "The Ren family called you? Who is it? My dad?"
The two policemen were stunned, "What phone number?"
Ren Wanxuan had a sneer on her face, not wanting to argue with them anymore, "What are you two pretending to be? How dare you let her go before you get the call? Forget it, just give me the stuff."
She stretched out her hand.
"Ms. Ren, when did you buy your invitation letter?" A policeman couldn't hold back and asked.
Ren Wanxuan said, "Yesterday, I spent half a million."
Five hundred thousand is a sky-high price to ordinary people, and it is not money at all to them.
What matters is this channel.
"Fifty thousand, according to what we know about the market price of the White Tiger Auction House, is an ordinary customer. Miss Ren, you probably don't know that the White Tiger Auction House has a unique invitation letter, right?"
"What?" Ren Wanxuan was stunned. She had indeed never heard of it.
The policeman carried the invitation letter back and pointed out the small word 'white' to her, "Did you see, there is a word 'white' in the lower right corner, indicating that this is the private property of the classmate Bai just now, Baihu Auction House VIP invitation letter. If you take someone else’s stuff and call the police, why do you still say it’s yours?”