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Chapter 10

10

Except for a few outsiders who didn't know why they were called here, the rest knew that the next thing was to settle accounts after the fall.

The atmosphere in the teaching office was very oppressive. After Director Tang finished speaking, before Zhuo Shuang could speak, Zhou Zezheng lost his composure.

"You beat me up like this, what else do you have to say!?" A gauze was pasted on the scratched area of ​​his face, and the bruises on his body will only increase, "Director Tang, are you going to cover up this group of good people?" student?"

Zhuo Shuang glanced at him.

Zhou Zezheng was so guilty of being watched by him, "What? Did I hit it?" Seeing Jiang Shou who came in last, he rolled his eyes and had a new idea, "You hit me, right!? I just I know it's you!"

Director Tang got a headache from his swearing, pressed his temple and sipped, "Shut up."

Zhou Zezheng glared at him bitterly, "I knew it..."

"Zhuo Shuang, do you still want to talk?"

Director Tang didn't bother to talk to him.

"Before I get down to business, I want everyone to watch a video first."

Zhuo Shuang took out her phone and tapped the screen a few times.

Including Director Tang, everyone gathered together to see what was worth his trouble.

It was a video file, and the camera shook violently in the first few seconds. When the picture stabilized, many people recognized what this place was—the open space near the small basketball court.

Zhou Zezheng was no exception. Realizing when this video might have been shot, he turned pale as if struck by lightning.

"You..." He stared at Zhuo Shuang in amazement, took two steps back and almost bumped into the cabinet, "You..."

Zhuo Shuang didn't respond, but Director Tang thought it was noisy, "If you don't look at it, just stay aside."

The video is still playing.

Although the sky was dark, Zhuo Shuang's mobile phone had a good night shooting function, and with the street light, Zhou Zezheng's face was clearly captured.

Director Tang glanced at Zhou Zezheng himself, and snorted inexplicably. Zhou Zezheng's legs went limp from his humming, and there was no trace of his previous domineering flying.

In the video, Zhou Zezheng and several others pushed a boy who couldn't see his face clearly but was wearing the school uniform of the attached high school to the ground, and then punched and kicked him in a swarm, one of them hit the abdomen, even though it was a little far away You can also see that the boy who had been resisting suddenly stopped moving.

The video stopped abruptly here, and everyone's eyes focused on the owner of the phone in unison.

Zhuo Shuang spread her hands, "I just want to leave a piece of evidence, and this little classmate will really be beaten if I continue to take pictures."

Even if it is only such a short section, anyone with eyes can tell who is the perpetrator and who is the victim.

"Zhou Zezheng, what did you just say? You said me and Jiang Shou hit you?"

Zhuo Shuang stared at Zhou Zezheng condescendingly, staring at him with horror, "Zhou Zezheng, let's not talk about your insane accusations, just say one thing, do you have evidence?"

How could Zhou Zezheng produce evidence?He was dizzy from the pain last night, and he couldn't hear what the person behind him said clearly. It was just a coincidence that Zhuo Shuang and Jiang Shou were identified—there were eighty if not one hundred people who had hatred against him.

"Director Tang, classmate Zhou Zezheng accused me and Jiang Shou of being the murderers who beat him outside the school last night. I have something to say about this." Zhuo Shuang glanced at Zhou Zezheng, "Zhou Zezheng, do you want to repeat last semester again? trick?"

Director Tang was puzzled by what he said, "What trick?"

Zhuo Shuang swiped a few times on the phone.

"Smearing and framing tricks."

This time he called up an audio file.

He clicked on the playback, turned the volume up to the maximum, and raised a finger in a shush gesture, signaling everyone to be safe and calm.

After a rustling movement, a boy with a sharp voice spoke first.

"Boss, I have good news

to share with you. "

Although the voice was a bit distorted because of the wall, it was still Zhou Zezheng's voice.

Zhou Zezheng was not in a hurry to speak, but picked up the lighter to light a cigarette, click.It was only when he was feeling refreshed that Zhou Zezheng lazily replied, "Huh?"

"Jiang Shou, that's Jiang Sorrow! I spread the news about him stealing things during military training as you said, and now this kid is having a miserable life in his class, so he changed his seat at the beginning of school, and a boy in his class stood up and said , 'Teacher, I don't want to be at the same table with this kind of person, I'm afraid of losing things', just like a mouse crossing the street, it's ridiculous."

Zhou Zezheng sneered, "It's too normal. Most people are like this. They would rather believe what they have or not than sit with the thief. Whether he steals or not, we say he stole it. He jumped into the Yellow River It can't be washed clean."

The boy was quite proud of his "masterpiece", and he started talking non-stop, "I wanted to do something that night and put the money directly under his pillow, but who knew that kid fell asleep the next second?" Like a pig, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked at me in the next second... You don't know, that kid is like a ghost, he doesn't have any expression, just staring at you, I feel a little scared when he sees me, no Dare to make a move..."

"It's useless." Zhou Zezheng spit out two words briefly.

The boy was not convinced, "What's useless? It's very useful, okay? Teach that kid a lesson, and ask him not to casually attack anyone you like, Boss."

There was another burst of malicious laughter.

……

At the end of the recording, Zhuo Shuang put away the phone, "My deskmate Jiang Shou was ostracized for a semester because of this, so I would rather believe solid evidence than believe even a single word that Zhou Zezheng said."

Unexpectedly, he would keep such a trick, Zhou Zezheng and the boy on the outermost side closed their eyes in despair at the same time, thinking that this time they were doomed.

"Give me the phone."

Tang Zhenning picked up Zhuo Shuang's cell phone, called up the recording and listened to it over and over again, until he heard that there was no problem before putting it down.

"When was it recorded?"

Zhuo Shuang replied neither humble nor overbearing, "Last semester just started."

"Where was it recorded?"

"Xiaobailou men's restroom."

There are four teaching buildings in the attached middle school, the Yuhuan Building for the first and second graders, the Fuxing Building for the third grader, the Huakun Building for the laboratory building, and the Zhengqiong Building for music and art students. The Zhengqiong Building is white because the main color is white. Another name for Xiaobailou.

The geographical environment of Xiaobailou is relatively remote, hidden in layers of green plants, except for art students, they don't visit it specially, so the men's room on the first floor has become a sacred place for some students to secretly smoke.

In the spirit of not letting anyone go, Director Tang asked Zhuo Shuang, "Where are you going and what are you doing?"

"Physical education class, I suddenly wanted to go to the bathroom halfway through the ball, but they came in before I went out."

Among the several teaching buildings, the one closest to the small basketball court is indeed the Xiaobai Building, so there is nothing wrong with his statement.

What's more, his fingers were fair, and his body only had the fresh scent of soap locust and mint. He didn't look like an old smoker at all, so Director Tang easily believed what he said.

As for the other two parties, they didn't have such good luck. Director Tang stared at them and said coldly, "Hold out your hand, ink smudges, hurry up!"

Zhou Zezheng and the boy stretched out their hands reluctantly. Both of their fingers had a few spots of burnt yellow. It is self-evident that they were yellowed by something.

Director Tang sneered, his eyes made people shudder, "Why did you frame classmate Jiang Shou like this?"

"Because..." Zhou Zezheng hesitated, unable to speak clearly, "Uh, because..."

"Because of me." Xie Yaoyao who had been silent all this time suddenly said, "My roommate and I can testify that Zhou Zezheng has been harassing me for a long time and wants me to be his girlfriend."

"Ok?"

Rao was facing Director Tang, Xie Yaoyao didn't flinch at all—she was cowardly for a whole semester, so she should stand

Out.

"He regarded Jiang Shou as my boyfriend, so he framed Jiang Shou so that we could break up."

"Is he?"

"No." Xie Yaoyao shook her head, "No matter who Jiang Shou is to me, it's not the reason for them to slander him like this."

Director Tang didn't get too entangled in this issue, "You're right. It's thanks to you for framing theft."

The second half of his sentence was to Zhou Zezheng. Zhou Zezheng was fighting with each other, feeling that he might pee at any time.

"Director Tang, I was beaten like this last night, you have to give me justice." He tried to defend himself, "I'm not lying, those two people really beat me, you can't listen to them..."

"Puff." Xie Yaoyao sneered shamelessly, "Justice? For you? Then who will give Jiangchou justice?"

"Don't say a few words. Zhou Zezheng, you said you were beaten, let's talk about it now." Director Tang slowly looked Zhou Zezheng from head to toe, "Zhou Zezheng, I remember that you are a resident student. Did you run outside the school last night?"

"……exercise."

"Exercise? Do you think I'm an idiot? Do you really want to exercise? The school playground can't hold you back? And there's no evening self-study at that time. Peng Yang, tell me, how long has it been since Zhou Zezheng went to evening self-study."

This time, the person who was called was a thin, thin boy with glasses. He was in charge of the evening self-study of the boarding students in classes six to nine.

He avoided Zhou Zezheng's ferocious eyes, "Since last semester, Zhou Zezheng hasn't had much evening self-study, and he followed Teacher Zhu when he left."

"Generally speaking, the school stipulates that skipping [-] classes counts as expulsion." Director Tang said softly, "Zhou Zezheng, you haven't told your family about such a serious incident, have you? Can you imagine how your family will react."

He found Zhou Zezheng's family contact number in the student contact handbook, and the call was quickly connected.

"Is it Zhou Zezheng's parent? I'm the dean of the High School Affiliated to University A. My surname is Tang. I want to tell you about your son's time at school..."

Director Tang went out to talk on the phone, leaving the group of students to communicate freely.

From the time he came in until now, Jiang Shou couldn't say a word, he could only look down at the tip of his shoe sullenly.

On his left is Xie Yaoyao, and on his right is Zhuo Shuang. The two of them are like protectors on the left and right, separating him from Zhou Zezheng and his dog legs.

Zhuo Shuang leaned close to his ear to claim credit, "He's dead this time."

Not to be outdone, Xie Yaoyao said, "The principal offender must be expelled from school. As for the accomplices, it depends on how many will be expelled. If I want to see it, they will be expelled together. It can also increase the average score of the college."

The two of them talked to each other, and the voice was quite loud, just enough to reach the ears of Zhou Zezheng and others.

But given Zhou Zezheng's courage, he didn't dare to do anything in the teaching office, so he could only itch with hatred and fear.

Five minutes later, when Director Tang came back from the phone call, Zhuo Shuang and Xie Yaoyao immediately shut up and stopped fanning the flames.

Director Tang went straight to Zhou Zezheng, "Your father asked me to ask you, saying that he only gave you 100 yuan a week for living expenses, where do you get more money to go online?"

This question came to the point, and Zhou Zezheng said hesitantly, "Borrow, borrow."

After all, Tang Zhenning had been the teaching director for so many years, so he could hear the water in it all at once.

"Where did you borrow it, and who did you borrow it from?"

Zhou Ze was just like a shaved quail, only shivering in place.

"Say it, how can I borrow it!" Director Tang insisted, "Say it!"

"...next door." Zhou Zezheng muttered, his voice so soft that it was slightly better than a gnat.

"Which next door?"

"Three, three middle schools."

The third middle school is a junior high school, just one street away from the attached middle school.

"friend?"

"Yeah, no, it depends on who is pleasing to the eye..."

Director Tang laughed back angrily, "Blackmail is blackmail, what are you talking about so nicely?"

Zhou Ze was hanging his head, not daring to refute a word.

"Okay, very good." Director Tang looked gloomy, "Skipping classes, fighting, planting, smoking and blackmailing, very good, very good. I only think that you have poor academic performance and bad personality, so pay some money If you come here, you might be able to learn well in the attached high school, but now you see that there is no shame at all, and there is no way to save it!"

He still wanted to say something, but was interrupted by the get out of class bell.

"Director Tang, is there anything else we need to do here?"

Things are almost done here, Director Tang turned to the irrelevant people, "There are no more for now, if there are any more, I will come to you."

Zhuo Shuang held Jiang Shou's shoulders, "Then I'll take my little classmates back to class first."

"Leave all of you here...Jiang Shou, wait a minute, don't leave yet."

Zhou Zezheng and his gang of dog legs froze in place, watching their noses, noses, and hearts, and no one dared to act rashly.

Director Tang quickly chased after him, "I want to talk to you briefly."

Jiang Shou stopped in her tracks, and together with Zhuo Shuang cast her gaze at the funny-looking teacher.

Director Tang's gaze rested on Zhuo Shuang's head for a second, and subconsciously wanted to ask "Did you dye your hair?" But he restrained his law enforcement instincts, "Jiang Shou, I have been a teacher for more than ten years, and I have seen Many students who were excluded, some survived, some didn’t, I can only say that if you knock them down here, then their goal has been achieved.”

Director Tang's palm was big and thick, and he slapped Jiang Shou on the head, slapping him in a daze, "As a teacher, I shouldn't say such things, but as an elder, I want to say that they If things go on like this, you will definitely be a scumbag in the future, a scum of society. I looked at the class schedule, and you are in the third row. What does that mean? It means that you did well in the final exam last semester, and there were only 21 people in your grade. Ahead. I'm glad you weren't ruined by them, even this kind of thing didn't ruin you, which shows that you are born to go to a higher and farther place."

Jiang Shou's expression didn't seem to change, but Zhuo Shuang, who was next to him, could feel that he was shaking.

"Thank you." His voice was a little strange, "Thank you teacher."

He bowed deeply, "Thank you."

"Go back to class."

When approaching the class gate, Zhuo Shuang stopped and whispered in Jiangchou's ear, "I'm also very lucky."

Jiang Shou opened her eyes wide, turned her head, the two were very close, and she could see her own reflection in Zhuo Shuang's light-colored eyes, "What are you lucky about?"

"It's about the same as Old Tang, I'm glad..."

Zhuo Shuang smiled and rubbed his head, "It's nothing, just pretend I didn't say anything."

—I'm glad I kept that interest in you.

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Zhuo Shuang and Jiang Miao returned to the class, and when they sat down, they were surrounded by a group of curious students.

Don't blame them for gossip, being called out by the teacher for half a class at this critical time is basically tantamount to acquiescing that they have something to do with what happened last night.

"It's nothing, I just exposed Zhou Zezheng's old background in front of Old Tang, and helped my little classmate clean up his grievances. Little classmate, why don't you speak..." Zhuo Shuang looked at the one who had been silent since entering. Jiang Shou raised the corners of her lips jokingly, "Little classmate, why are you crying?"

Jiang Shou rarely seemed to be in a hurry, "I didn't cry."

It's a pity that the nasal voice and red eyes betrayed him.

"I didn't cry."

He emphasized it again.He just couldn't control his emotions a little bit, why did he turn into a crying nose in Zhuo Shuang's mouth?

"Okay, okay, I didn't cry, I didn't cry, you said you didn't cry, you didn't cry." Zhuo Shuang raised his hands and made a gesture of surrender, "Our little classmate didn't even cry when he was wronged, and cool is just one word."

"……you shut up."

It was a very fierce sentence, but Jiang Shou said it softly, without any lethality.

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up, I'm really miserable."

Jiang Shou raised his head, trying to suppress the turbulent heat in his eyes, when suddenly someone covered his eyes.

Zhuo Shuang no longer ran the train with a playful smile, "Don't think about it, it's over, it's their loss if those people don't believe you."

Jiang Choi closed her eyes, "Yes, it's all over."

Although Wei Zhixun still didn't know exactly what happened, but as a teenager with an above-average EQ, he vaguely sensed that the atmosphere between the two had changed.

As for what has changed, he can't tell, but he just thinks that these two people may need a little privacy.

"Old Fu, Wang Xuan, let's go back. Brother Zhuo, isn't it... inconvenient?"

The class bell is about to ring, and the next class will be the head teacher's chemistry class, so everyone has to go back to their seats no matter how curious they are.

When there were no other people around, Zhuo Shuang did something he had wanted to do since last night.

"Little classmate, take out your phone."

Jiang Choi obediently took out the mobile phone in her schoolbag.

Zhuo Shuang took it and looked at it. It was a style from a few years ago. The appearance was well maintained, and it didn't look particularly old, but the system was hard to say.

He quickly entered a series of numbers, dialed and hung up, and then returned the phone to Jiang Shou.

"If you have anything to do, call me directly, even in the middle of the night, and I will answer it."

Jiang Shou stared blankly at the red call log.

"Save it quickly."

"Ah."

The old Android system got stuck, so Jiangchou slowly added a note to Zhuo Shuang's number——he looked at the word "Zhuo Shuang" on the screen, and found that he couldn't get over the hurdle in his heart, so he deleted it and replaced it. Became "Brother Zhuo".

That's it, he presses save.If Zhuo Shuang clicks more, he will find that there are only three contacts in his address book.

But now there are four.Seeing the newly added fourth contact, he felt as if a feather had scratched the tip of his heart, and a slight itchiness spread from his heart to his throat, making him speechless.