017 The irritable Mr. Jiang, an ordinary high school senior
In Xiangcheng, the Ren family can barely cover the sky with only half its hand, but the little policeman is also good.
Look at the condescending attitude of Ren Wanxuan and the others, and look at Bai Qian's obedient way of not forgetting to learn despite being persecuted, it only takes a second for them to favor the weak.
However, these few words gave Ren Wanxuan a hard blow to the head.
First it was "five hundred thousand", then "VIP invitation", these words made everyone in the office unable to recover.
Lu Lingxi was relieved. She sat down slowly and said, "So, police officer, it has nothing to do with my students, right?"
"certainly."
"How is that possible?" Ren Wanxuan didn't want to believe it at all.
In her eyes, Bai Qian was a Qiufeng relative of the Ji family who came from nowhere. She moved to Xiangcheng in her senior year of high school with an obvious purpose, and lived with Ji Heng in an alley that had not been developed for decades.
Not to mention the invitation letter, she probably didn't know where Blackwater Street was heading.
Chen Zhu, who was standing next to him, only reached out to take the invitation from the police officer and looked at it carefully.
In fact, there is a big difference between ordinary invitation letters and VIP invitation letters. The invitation letter bought by the Ren family has been read by Ren Wanxuan Chen many times, and he can quickly see the difference.
Chen Zhu looked at Ren Wanxuan, "This should be hers, it's different from yours."
"Are you ready?" The policeman reached out and took back the invitation letter in Chen's hand, "This is someone else's thing."
Then he reached out and handed the invitation back to Lu Lingxi. He remembered that Lu Lingxi was the class teacher of the girl just now.
Ren Wanxuan pursed her lips. She didn't know where to start. Her mind was in a mess, "Well, what about my invitation letter?"
The policeman didn't say anything. He looked at Shi Yutong beside her.
Around Ren Wanxuan, something was wrong with Shi Yutong as early as when the police took out Bai Qian's invitation letter.
The invitation letter was obviously stuffed into Bai Xian's schoolbag by her.
How did it become Bai Zian?
What about the invitation she slipped in?
"Ms. Ren," the police are such great people. They can even use powerful memory recovery techniques on perverted murderers. A mentally immature student like Shi Yutong can be seen through by them at a glance, "I think it's better." Don’t look at outsiders, is this classmate your friend?”
When he saw Shi Yutong, his face turned pale and his whole body collapsed on the ground.
Ren Wanxuan lowered her head and stared at Shi Yutong.
The squad leader of Class 8 was at the door. Hearing this, he reacted and turned back to Class 8 to look through Shi Yutong's desk.
The others looked at each other and followed suit.
In fact, the squad leader of Class 8 didn't do much digging. As soon as he took out his schoolbag, a red invitation letter fell to the ground.
A very silent scene.
Lu Lingxi looked at all the people in Class 8 expressionlessly, then turned around and said to the vice principal: "The police are here too, let them handle it."
"Of course," the policeman said, "500,000 yuan is not an ordinary theft crime."
In the end, the squad leader of Class 8 just lowered his voice and looked a little confused. He looked at Chen Zhu: "Brother Zhu, don't you hear that this invitation letter is rare? Why does Bai Qian have it too?"
Moreover, it seems to be more advanced.
Chen Zhu has always been the leader of Class 8. This group of Prince Class members will naturally ask him anything they encounter.
But now, Chen Zhu only narrowed his eyes slightly and shook his head.
Ren Wanxuan lowered her eyes and said nothing.
**
Class 15.
When Bai Zian returned, her desk and stool had been set up, her schoolbag and books had been tidied up, and everything was as it was.
Her usually lazy and casual face seemed a little depressed.
Her beautiful brows and eyes held an aura of "I must kill someone today".
Seeing her return, everyone who was already absent-minded couldn't help but glance at her.
but……
No one dared to speak.
Bai Zian is wearing a blue and white school uniform jacket, and underneath is a white T-shirt with a green bamboo embroidered on it.
She pulled up the chair, lazily supported the table with her right elbow and sat down, with her long hair tied back, and she looked through her notebook gracefully with her eyes lowered.
The midday sun shines through the window, and her half-closed eyes are hidden in the shadows cast by her eyelashes, like a white tiger whose territory has been violated, calm and dangerous.
Until Bai Zian turned another page.
Most of the formula questions in Mr. Jiang's notebook are written very clearly and clearly, but some are very casual, such as:
Maxwell's electromagnetic field theory——
Mr. Jiang: [omitted]
A classic problem about the motion of charged particles——
Mr. Jiang: [Obviously]
He drew a globe and added the following words:
[Teacher, didn’t you wake up? There is no gravity at all, this is a distortion of time and space]
A whole page of complete and clear notes plus theorems, the last line——
Mr. Jiang: [What on earth are these teachers talking nonsense about?]
[Make an imo paper to calm down]
Mr. Jiang patiently took down complete notes for a few days, and then asked a question——
【Why should I sit here and listen to the lecture?】
After that, there are several pages of questions about analyzing planet density based on the motion of celestial bodies, which should be written for other people to read——
Mr. Jiang: [Why do you need me to explain such a simple question? 】
After carefully analyzing the movements of celestial bodies for several days, it finally broke out——
[Did Jiang Xijue’s brain get eaten by zombies? 】
[Ming Dongheng seems to be a paramecium]
[I want to blow up Xu Nanjing]
【What on earth are the three of them? 】
[It’s hard to imagine that a university would admit them]
…
It can be seen that he doesn't take class seriously, often skips work, and complains with an indifferent expression.
Bai Zian is going to die laughing at these words.
She took out her cell phone, and someone seemed to recall something on his notebook, an unread message from an hour ago.
Teacher Jiang: [Look at something useful]
Bai Qian poked at her phone and replied lazily: [Like Paramecium?]
Teacher Jiang: [...]
Bai Qian:【,】
Jiang Fuli, who was opposite, stared at the comma for a while, then found a video from the photo album and sent it.
Bai Xian opened it and took a look. It was a very spectacular blue ring of fire, surrounded by transparent blue flames.
Her eyes lit up: [What is this]
Teacher Jiang: [Shock Mach Ring]
Bai Qian collected this video: [Very nice]
Teacher Jiang:【Are you happy?】
Bai Qian:【.】
She lay on the table and looked at Mach Ring, Shi Yutong and Ren Wanxuan over and over again. She forgot about them, then lazily propped up her chin, and casually picked up a pen and started to write down other analyzes he had written seriously.
behind.
A group of people motioned to Zhang Shize to ask questions.
As people in the same class, they are united as one, and the new classmates don't seem like people who steal other people's things.
Don't ask why, just ask because you have a filter for beauties.
Zhang Shize replied with his eyes: [Why didn't you ask?]
Just kidding, he had already felt Bai Zian's transformation and killing spree at close range, and he didn't want to die, at least not now.
Everyone looked like it was natural: [Of course it’s because you are handsome.]
Zhang Shize: [It doesn’t seem like he can’t die.]
Zhang Shize struggled internally for a long time. When he saw that the table in front of him didn't seem that dangerous, he even began to slowly play with the milk that had just fallen on the ground.
Then he reached out and gently poked the shoulder of the front table.
Bai Qian put one hand on the table, turned slightly sideways, and said with a lazy look, "Say."
"Oh," Zhang Shize touched his nose, "It's the matter with Class 8, can it be solved? What's the situation now?"
He had been helping his mother with housework for the past two days. He was so tired that he had to ask his mother to get up for dinner every morning. He originally planned to catch up on his sleep at noon, but who knew that this would be disturbed by the people in Class 8.
The rest of Class 15 seemed to be writing furiously with their heads down, but in fact everyone was listening with their ears pricked up.
Even Zhang Shize's gloomy deskmate Ning Xiao also raised his head.
"It's solved." Bai Zian slowly turned around and went back to take a sip of milk and write down a word.
Zhang Shize was stunned.
Just when he was about to ask how to solve the problem, Lu Lingxi came in from the classroom door and gently put the invitation letter on the table, "Next time, don't put such valuable things in your schoolbag, otherwise it may be stolen or stolen by them."
Bite back."
"Oh." Bai Zian nodded.
Yang Lin, the classmate at the same table, saw the invitation letter that Lu Lingxi came back with. It was originally from Bai Zian, "..."
She was silent, as if she wanted to curse something, but in the end she didn't say anything, and silently took out a book and went to practice the questions.
Wait until Lu Lingxi goes out.
The people in Class 15 couldn't help but show their true colors, and they all gathered around.
"Classmate Bai, this is actually yours?"
"What's going on?"
"Damn, I've seen that group of people in Class 8 acting mysteriously this morning, but you are there too?"
"..."
Bai Qian: "..."
She casually thrust the invitation letter into Zhang Shize's hand and said calmly: "Take it and read it. Don't disturb my study."
How could they have imagined that Bai Qian would just throw the thing that Ren Wanxuan of Class 8 was holding mysteriously to them, and a group of people would go and surround Zhang Shize.
"brush--"
A group of teenagers changed the battlefield.
Zhang Shize and his group went out to play ball during class with the legendary "Invitation Letter to the White Tiger Auction House".
There were also a few people in Class 8 who couldn't stand the atmosphere in Class 8, so they went to the playground to play ball.
As soon as I went to the playground, I saw those stupid guys from Zhang Shize's Class 15 wandering around with red invitations, asking everyone they met -
"Have you seen the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction House? It's the VIP version."
"Come, let's play table tennis today with the invitation letter from the White Tiger Auction House."
"..."
The group of people in the Prince's class who were very mysterious in the morning were afraid of letting others see the appearance of the invitation: "..."
His face was a little stiff.
"Squad leader, why don't we go back."
**
In the evening, the training class at six o'clock remains the same.
Ren Wanxuan and Shi Yutong didn't come today.
The atmosphere in the training class today was a bit quiet and weird.
The head teacher of Class 8 came a little late today. He stood behind Bai Qian for a long time. Every time he wanted to say something, he hesitated.
Bai Qian turned her head. She looked at the head teacher of Class 8 and blinked, as if asking——
【What's wrong?】
Those almond-shaped eyes were pure black and white as always, and their expressions were as usual.
Because of what happened at noon, the head teacher of Class 8, who didn't know how to apologize to Bai Qian, fell silent for a moment.
He patted Bai Qian on the shoulder. They were all smart people. He knew what Bai Qian meant. She did not blame the Eighth Class people on others.
The head teacher of Class 8 lowered his voice and said, "I want to show your answers yesterday to a few classmates, is that okay?"
Some of the answers are beyond the outline, and some students may not be able to understand them, so he only plans to give them to two people who can understand them.
Bai Xian nodded, her cold white fingers pressed the black pen and turned it on her fingertips. She said casually, "Okay."
The head teacher of Class 8 stood up straight. Today's cram school lesson was still playing on the screen. He gently closed the door and went out. He took out the answers he had rearranged last night and printed out two copies. He planned to give them to Ning Xiao and Chen.
The answer was Bai Zian's, so he asked Bai Zian's opinion.
At half past seven, the head teacher of Class 8 handed out today’s exercises.
He stood next to Bai Zian and lowered his voice: "Bai Zian, if someone is looking for you, please pack your things and leave first."
Bai Qian grasped the spinning pen and said one last word lazily: "Okay."
She put her things into her schoolbag and went out through the back door.
The make-up classes were held in the complex building. The dormitory students were also studying in the evening at the point where Bai Pian came out. The whole campus was dark and quiet.
At the steps at the entrance of the complex.
A black Audi parked there quietly.
Bai Zian was wearing a simple school uniform, and the dim light softened her overly bright face. She slowly walked down the steps, her back straight, and her posture relaxed and restrained.
Next to the car, the secretary-general who was standing next to the car saw a thin figure walking this way from a distance. It must be the Ji family. He couldn't help but hold up his glasses.
He gently opened the back seat door and reported to Ren Qian: "Sir, she's out."
"Yeah." Ren Qian nodded lightly.
When he heard about the school incident in the afternoon, he carefully checked the Ji family's information, including Bai Zian's.
The information is very ordinary. Baixian's registered permanent residence has just been transferred to Xiangcheng. Her parents are unknown. She only got 85 points in science and comprehensive studies in Xiangcheng Middle School. She now lives in a slum with Ji Heng.
Nothing else.
Very clean.
At least I don't see anything special from the information. He is a very ordinary high school senior, so ordinary that he wouldn't make any waves if he was thrown into the crowd.
Where did the special invitation letter to the White Tiger Auction House come from?
Ren Qian got out of the back seat and looked up at the girl who had just stepped off the last step of the stairs.
