The head teacher sent Zhang Yichi to the office, and Zhang Yichi sat down on the sofa in the office.
"I still have to go to class, so I won't accompany you now. I'll go with you after their first class." The head teacher teaches Chinese and now has to teach other classes.
"Okay." Zhang Yichi had no objection.
When it was time for class, the teacher's office was almost empty.
Zhang Yichi sat there quietly, remembering the first reincarnation world, when he was a student, and the first time he met policeman Li Xiangnian was in the teacher's office.
Now that the identities have been reversed, he feels a little emotional.
He was vaguely able to understand the words that Unpredictable said to him at noon, so his face was a little serious, even gloomy.
The second class was about to start in a few dozen seconds, and no students had come to acknowledge it yet. Zhang Yichi stopped waiting and immediately stood up and walked to the classroom.
When they arrived at the door of the classroom, the teacher seemed to be dragging the class. Zhang Yichi knocked on the door, walked in and said, "Teacher, get out of class is over."
"Ah, I know, I know, wait a little longer, this question is not finished yet." The teacher did not know Zhang Yichi's identity and continued to talk about the question.
"I said, get out of class is over." Zhang Yichi's voice was louder, with a hint of impatience.
The teacher stopped and looked at Zhang Yichi.
"Teacher, he is a criminal policeman, here to investigate Chen Chen." A student reminded.
"Ah, I'm sorry, it affected the handling of the case." After learning that the criminal police were handling the case, the teacher stopped dragging the class, packed up his things and left the classroom.
As soon as he left, the head teacher and the teacher of the second period rushed over.
Zhang Yichi glanced at the head teacher. The head teacher explained the situation to the teacher. The teacher left first and came back to class after they finished their work.
"Was it the teacher who was dragging the class just now?" Zhang Yichi asked.
No one answered.
"Just put it off. Now I'll give you another chance to admit it. One minute, stand up." Zhang Yichi hates things being delayed again and again, so he doesn't want to consider the students' privacy and directly asks the person who wrote this note.
People stood up in the class.
"Five, four, three, two, one." Zhang Yichi looked at the clock hanging in the class and counted down the five numbers. No one stood up, "No one acknowledged it."
"Whoever wrote it, stand up!" the head teacher said.
Zhang Yichi took out a pile of notes: "This is the note handed over by your class yesterday. There are fifty-one notes in total. I just counted them and there are exactly fifty-one people in your class now. Now
Come up one by one and look for your own note. When you find it, stand behind with the note in your hand."
Zhang Yichi spread the note on the lectern.
No one came up, so he pointed directly at the students in the first row on the far left: "You are the first one, come up."
The male classmate was hesitant and slowly came up to find what he had written.
That's a grimace.
When the male classmate was about to take the note and stand in the back, Zhang Yichi stopped him: "Wait a minute. Why are you making faces?"
"I……"
"You think it's fun?" Zhang Yichi asked with a gloomy face.
"No, I'm sorry..."
"Go to the back." Zhang Yichi took a deep breath and softened his expression, "Come up next."
One by one, the notes were taken down. In fact, some students who had written something like, "I don't know, just ask him yourself" were stopped by him. He asked them why they wrote like that.
No one can answer.
It wasn't until about the thirtieth time that a girl with a pretty face sitting in the middle and front came up.
She stood there hesitating for a long time, her hands erratic, and finally took out a piece of paper with 'no' written on it.
"Wait." Zhang Yichi stopped her, went down by himself, picked up a book from the desk of a female classmate, and opened the book. There were dense notes written on it, "The words on the note were not written by you, were they?
?”
The notes in the book were very neat and beautiful, but on the note the female classmate picked up, even the word "无" was written crookedly.
"I……"
Zhang Yichi walked to the podium with the book and compared it with the note that said "You guys should go to hell too".
"Why did you write like that?" Zhang Yichi asked, still looking at the book and the handwriting on the note, unwilling to believe it.
"What? Did she write it?" The head teacher was even more unbelievable, "Han Zixuan? What are you doing?! You are the squad leader, you do such a thing?!"
"Are you the monitor?" Zhang Yichi put down the book and note and stared at Han Zixuan, "...how old are you?"
Han Zixuan's hands hanging on her sides clenched her pants tightly: "Ten, fifteen."
"Why did you write this?" Zhang Yichi asked, he was confused and disappointed.
"I was just joking..." Han Zixuan's eyes turned red, "I'm sorry, teacher, I'm sorry, uncle policeman. In fact, I regretted it as soon as I handed it in... But I dare not admit it..."
As she spoke, she began to sob.
The head teacher couldn't bear it: "Don't cry, kid. It's okay. It's not terrible to make a mistake once. We will forgive you..."
"Why do you write it like this?" Zhang Yichi still asked this question, as if he didn't hear Han Zixuan's explanation just now.
Han Zixuan cried even harder. The head teacher patted her back gently and called some female classmates to come and help: "It's okay, it's just a joke, it's just a joke."
"Why do you write it like this?"
"Officer Zhang, wait a minute. Look at how the child is crying. She was just joking. She didn't mean it." The head teacher was anxious. Someone just jumped off the building. This was another spoiled and spoiled boy.
If the woman is stimulated, then he is finished.
The classmates' discussions, the teacher's comfort, and Han Zixuan's cry.
Zhang Yichi took in everything in sight, and an unknown fire arose in his heart, and he kicked the stool next to him away.
"Boom!"
The class fell silent.
Everyone looked at each other, even Han Zixuan temporarily stopped crying and looked at Zhang Yichi in fear.
"Eh..." Zhang Yichi was a little confused about whether to laugh or cry. He said, "What do you mean by joking?"
"Officer Zhang..."
"I don't care if you provoke the police or not." Zhang Yichi suppressed his anger. There was no longer anger on his face, but full of doubts, "It's just... the classmate you lived with day and night died, why did you say this?"
This? What do you mean you should die too? Are you kidding?"
"Uncle policeman, I'm sorry... I wrote it randomly at the time, and I regretted it when I handed it in. I really regret it... wu wu wu..." Han Zixuan cried even louder.
When the class teacher saw the chaos in the class, some children were frightened by Zhang Yichi's actions. He quickly pulled Zhang Yichi out: "Officer Zhang, what are you doing? She was just joking, and she has already realized her mistake.
Got it!"
"...I'm sorry, I lost control of my mood just now. Please apologize to them for me." Zhang Yichi was silent for a long time and realized that his behavior just now was inappropriate. He didn't know how he was aroused to such great anger, "
I’m leaving first.”
Without staying for another second, Zhang Yichi left without looking back.
The head teacher didn't have time to see Zhang Yichi off, so he quickly returned to class to deal with the situation.