When he first entered the classroom, he heard some small discussions.
He quickly found his own place among the many seats and sat down. In front of him were students from different schools wearing different school uniforms.
Just like him, people here do not participate in late self-study at school, and the parents of these students are more willing to let their children come to school than to attend late self-study in a class where dozens of students face a teacher who may be a young teacher.
here.
Parents who have been working as retired teachers for decades think so.
They were discussing the recent falling incidents because they heard that they were all students in this cram school, even though they were not in the same classroom.
The number of people in a tutoring class ranges from fifteen to twenty. There are currently five classes in total, and I heard that a sixth class is under construction.
The best conditions, the best teachers... and seemingly first-hand test questions. Therefore, although the tuition here is high, it still attracts many parents.
"Okay, okay, get ready for class. Tonight we will analyze the questions from Shandong Province that have just been tested this year. Pack up your mood and don't let unnecessary things affect your emotions. Remember, in front of you is
There are many single-plank bridges. There are many bridges, but there are more people. There may be a hundred or two hundred people crowded at the bridge head with you..."
Although the old man has retired, he seems to have not tempered his temper much. Gu Jiajie looked at the students who were already writing and looking at the podium, and quickly regained his composure.
Among the many cram school teachers here, this old man is famous as the ‘black-faced god’.
But at this moment, his phone suddenly vibrated. Gu Jiajie carefully glanced at the old teacher on the podium, then quickly looked down at his phone.
Short message.
"Nine o'clock, the same place."
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…
"I'm back."
When the door to his home just opened, Luo Qiu, who was sorting out the clutter at home, saw Ren Ziling walking in listlessly.
Deputy Editor Ren took a look at the clean living room, showed an ugly smile, then sighed, slumped down on the sofa, waved his hands and said: "I originally planned to clean up before you come back, and then
……forget."
Luo Qiu, who had long been accustomed to this woman's confident and lazy attitude, said nothing but poured a glass of warm water and placed it in front of Ren Ziling.
"Thank you..." Ren Ziling murmured like a moan, suddenly sat up straight, looked at Luo Qiu and said, "Boy, sit here."
She patted her side.
"Don't sit down."
"..." Ren Ziling was stunned, her eyebrows suddenly raised, and she angrily pulled Boss Luo's arm down, "Fuck, let me sit down! Look at me!"
"Is something wrong?"
"Look at me." Ren Ziling patted her cheek and said, "Look at my face and be serious! Boy, I ask you a question, and you have to tell me honestly!"
But I didn't wait for deputy editor Ren to ask a question.
"Dark circles, two wrinkles, acne." Luo Qiu had already said lightly: "That's probably what you want to ask. Actually, it's nothing. Don't stay up late, don't eat instant noodles, just live a normal life. By the way, drink more warm water.
, no drinks.”
Ren Ziling seemed to have suffered a devastating blow and said pitifully: "So, I really look like an aunt?"
Luo Qiu turned on the TV casually and said while watching, "Did anything happen today?"
"I'm telling you, today I asked a little girl to call me aunt! Oh my god!! I'm still only twenty-nine years old!!"
"It's time to call Auntie."
"You brat! It's up to you whether you want to be a member of the family or not! Is there anyone like you who would add insult to injury?" Ren Ziling said pitifully: "You surnamed Luo know how to bully me!"
"We?" Luo Qiu was stunned.
"The little girl's surname is also Luo!" Ren Ziling snorted: "Maybe you were the same family five hundred years ago... Isn't it just that you are younger, have better skin, and are cuter? What's so great about it?"
Luo Qiu's heart moved and he suddenly asked: "What's your name?"
"Luo...why did Luo come here?" Ren Ziling frowned and thought for a while, "Oh, Luo Pianqing. Her father must have watched too many costume dramas!"
"..."
Is that little butterfly still in this city?
Luo Qiu shook his head and said, "We would not have been a family five hundred years ago."
"Let me tell you why you are so serious." Ren Ziling patted Boss Luo on the head, "No more, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed! No, no, no! From today on, I have to go to bed early and get up early!"
"Have you eaten yet?" Luo Qiu asked softly.
"Stop eating! Lose weight!"
Seeing Ren Ziling rush into the bathroom in a hurry, Luo Qiu smiled and started to pack up the things this woman brought back.
"Cram school?"
A promotional brochure just fell down.
Luo Qiu opened the booklet and after reading it carefully, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand and the booklet flew out of his hand and then flew to the center of the living room.
The booklet began to open, and then began to project some translucent images of what had happened.
Boss Luo watched these images silently. When he saw Deputy Editor Ren licking his lips and drawing more with a pen, he subconsciously smiled.
"Auntie... isn't this it?"
He shook his head and waved his hand, and those images disappeared. Luo Qiu stood up, and after packing up the remaining things, he dimmed the lights in the living room and returned to the room, thinking about the little butterfly.
This little butterfly is very studious and even attended a cram school.
He quietly slept with his clothes on.
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…
It's early in the morning, and a lot of people have gathered in the community.
At this time, Ma Shir, who was chewing a hamburger, pushed through the crowd and walked in, "Scatter the people away and be careful not to damage the scene. Is Lao Qin from the forensic department here? So and so, let's see if there is the best one.
Sorry for the trouble..."
Ma Houde's voice stopped for a moment and he looked around with a guilty conscience. The young police officer beside him quickly said: "Mr. Ma, your sister-in-law is not here."
Ma Houde cleared his throat in embarrassment, coughed twice, and said in a deep voice: "Kick out all those annoying reporters!! Why are you standing still? Go!"
"yes!"
Ma Houde then puffed up his chest and walked proudly to the cordoned off site. It had been a long time since he had shouted out this sentence so happily.
It's more sour and refreshing than eating a bowl of shaved ice with sour plum sauce.
"Mr. Ma, you're here." The police officers blocking the scene saluted quickly.
"Tell me about the situation." Mahoude nodded and casually gave instructions.
The police officer quickly said: "The deceased should have fallen from a high altitude. The location needs to be verified. The person who found the body was the cleaning lady of the community. The identity of the deceased was found out. He was a resident of this building, on the 12th floor.
.The deceased male was 18 years old, his name was Gu Jiajie, and he was a fresh graduate of the city’s third high school.”
"Why are they students again?" Ma Houde was stunned. He frowned deeply and glanced at the scene. On a stone bench not far away, a pair of people in pajamas who looked like a couple were kissing each other.
Hugging her, crying bitterly.
"Who are they from the dead?"
"Oh, these are the parents of the deceased." The police officer opened a small book, "The man's name is Gu Feng, and the woman's name is Shen Meixuan."
Looking at the grieving couple, Ma Houde frowned deeply... If it is confirmed to be a suicide this time, it will really be a ghost! (To be continued.)
