Class 9 of Grade 1 in Rongshen Middle School is the most chaotic class in the entire grade, and even in the entire school.
A good student who only loves to study
Of course.
However, there are a few people in the class who love to stir up trouble the most in the grade. In addition, their families are rich and powerful, so no matter how much trouble they cause, as long as no one is killed or blood is shed, the teachers and school leaders will turn a blind eye.
After all, his father holds the power of life and death over the school. Who would be bold enough to offend the son of a school director
Chen Ling chose to live on campus. After all matters were settled, he directly obtained a teacher's access card from the principal. This was equivalent to a privilege. With this card, even if he disguised himself as a freshman in high school, he could enter and exit the school at will.
Wu Weiwei followed him to a small supermarket, still not feeling reassured: "Brother Chen, do you really want to live on campus?"
The school dormitories are four-person rooms. In addition to the public showers and toilets at the end of the corridor, each dormitory also has a separate sanitary shower room, which perfectly avoids conflicts among students over bathrooms.
Chen Ling scanned the shelves and took down two boxes of soap. He glanced around to make sure no one was around and then said, "A ghost like Zhou Yuanxin who just died not long ago can't come out during the day. I can only wait in the school for him to come out at night to see me."
But he couldn't explain why they wanted to meet.
Maybe he wanted to ask Zhou Yuanxin about the poker bridge, or maybe he wanted to find out something else hidden on campus and behind Zhou Yuanxin.
Wu Weiwei pointed at himself and said, "Why don't I go talk to Principal Jin and ask him to move us to the same dormitory? That way we can be more closely connected."
"A transfer student and a new security guard from the security department. Have you ever seen a school allocate dormitories like this?"
"… No."
In the final analysis, Wu Weiwei was just worried. The evil spirit on campus couldn't even be discovered by his brother Chen. How powerful could the things hidden in the dark be? If something unexpected happened, what would he say to Mr. Zhao and Brother Jiang
"It's okay, I know what I'm doing." Chen Ling picked up a bag of potato chips and waved it in front of Wu Weiwei, "Do you want to eat?"
"No." Not in the mood to eat.
"What about this?" Chen Ling was preparing the necessary props to build a good relationship with his roommates, and threw all kinds of snacks into the small basket.
"Eat." Wu Weiwei didn't have the courage to keep looking away from his brother Chen. He was like a deflated balloon, hunching his back limply.
Chen Ling threw the two bags into the basket. "I live with the students, so I can find out the situation privately. As a security guard, you can also take the opportunity to patrol the campus, especially the situation of Zhou Yuanxin's suicide. This mission is very important."
When Wu Weiwei heard the word "important", he immediately stopped being dispirited.
"I promise to complete the mission." He raised his head and chest, then suddenly remembered something and asked, "Then should we tell Brother Jiang about this? We were working together before, it would be bad to suddenly abandon him now."
Chen Ling thought about it and it made sense, but Jiang Yu's appearance and temperament in his twenties were not suitable for being a student, and as for the teacher, the school probably didn't have any vacancies. Of course he had to report, but what if the old man insisted on playing cosplay with him after the report
"I'll send him a message now." After saying that, he took out his cell phone and sent a message to Jiang Yu, which was very rare.
Jiang Yu and Zhao Xunchang had just finished fishing and were walking back.
After being caught, the fish in the bucket were so lively that they seemed to be frightened and almost jumped out of the bucket several times.
Zhao Xunchang looked at the fish that was scared to death and felt pity for it. "How about I lift it?"
Jiang Yu: “No need.” After saying that, he realized that his tone was a little cold, and he added, “I can do it.”
Zhao Xunchang knew his own limitations. The reason why this old man was so kind to him was because of his young apprentice. Otherwise, he would have been dealt with when Xiaolan betrayed him last time.
Zhao Xunchang couldn't help laughing, muttering, "I don't know what those two guys are doing at home."
"Not at home." Jiang Yu said, "There's no one in the yard."
Zhao Xunchang was stunned, and admired the other party's extremely sharp perception ability.
He made a "tsk" sound and frowned, "Is it for the new order?"
"It should be." Jiang Yu walked in carrying a bucket. Just as he poured the fish into the shallow water tank in the kitchen, his cell phone suddenly vibrated.
There was a text message on the screen: Wu Weiwei and I will stay in school temporarily and will return at the end of the month.
The letter writer is her fiancé.
Jiang Yu stared at the three words, his jawline as tight as a bowstring, his eyes flashing with obvious displeasure.
He did not restrain his emotions, and even Zhao Xunchang, who was sitting outside pouring himself a glass of water, felt it. He froze and looked towards the kitchen in confusion.
There was a voice coming from the kitchen, probably someone was talking on the phone.
Zhao Xunchang straightened his expression, finished pouring the water, tilted his head back and took a sip.
Xiao Lan, who was standing on the shelf, suddenly said out of nowhere: "Study with me, study with me."
"What are you making a fuss about again!" Zhao Xunchang thought it was in a hurry to see the little parrot and his wife, so he stood up and handed it a few melon seeds. "I'll take you there after I rest for a while."
"Wife, wife!" The macaw went completely crazy this time. It flapped its wings a few times, and tiny feathers flew all over the sky.
Zhao Xunchang shook his head and sighed, "I forgot my master after I got a wife."
I don't know if this was directed at the parrot or someone else.
Jiang Yu came out of the kitchen and went straight into the room, quickly changing into a slightly formal outfit.
He put on leather shoes, trousers, a shirt, and combed his hair a few times, not as casual as before.
Zhao Xunchang: "You are..."
"We're going to Rongxin Middle School." Jiang Yu rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his beautifully muscular arms. "Chen Ling has already communicated with the principal of Rongxin Middle School. He and Wu Weiwei will stay in the school as students and security guards, so I rented a house nearby and plan to accompany him to school."
Thinking that Zhao Xunchang would be a lonely old man after he left, he asked, "Why don't you come with me?"
Zhao Xunchang suddenly realized that what Xiao Lan was yelling about just now was studying with her.
He waved his hands repeatedly and said, "I can't do that." He didn't want to be a light bulb.
He took Xiao Lan down from the parrot stand and let it stand on his shoulder. "Now that you're all gone, Xiao Lan and I can have a few more days of peace and quiet in the courtyard."
Zhao Xunchang is in good health and knows some magic to protect himself, so there is really no need to worry too much.
Jiang Yu nodded slightly, and before getting into the car, he set up a talisman formation outside the courtyard so that he could sense anything.
The house was found by Jiang Shengxing.
Coincidentally, when the ancestor called personally, Assistant Qiu happened to be there.
He understood the general meaning from the boss's words and immediately said, "There is a house near Rongshen Middle School owned by my relative. It's a small loft with high ceilings, fine decoration, and good property management. It's just right for rent."
Jiang Shengxing tapped his fingers on the desk and told Jiang Yu about the house environment.
I thought the other party would still be picky, but the ancestor made the decision right away.
Jiang Shengxing postponed the next meeting and arrived at the gate of the community early with his assistant.
Assistant Qiu has worked in Hengjiang Group for many years, climbing up from a small clerk to his current position. He knows what to say and when, and also knows what expressions and attitudes to make when facing people of different identities.
"Boss, why don't I go upstairs and open the windows for some fresh air?"
"Go ahead." Jiang Shengxing said and straightened his shirt collar.
Assistant Qiu didn't know that as soon as he left, the boss came out of the air-conditioned car and stood upright under the shade of a tree next to him, as if to welcome a VIP.
After waiting for about ten minutes, Jiang Yu arrived.
The black sedan slid past smoothly, then reversed and stopped in front of Jiang Shengxing.
The dark car windows were lowered, and Jiang Yu said to the people outside: "Why don't you wait in the car?"
Jiang Shengxing wiped the sweat off his forehead and said, "Come out and get some fresh air."
Jiang Yu glanced at the car parked on the side of the road and gestured to Jiang Shengxing, "Get in the car."
My grandfather was the driver and I was the passenger. What an honor! Jiang Shengxing wanted to post a circle of friends to show off, but he held back.
Due to Jiang Yu's order, since the last incident with the side branch, no one dared to go to Yuhe Mountain to disturb them, because he would be the one being disturbed.
Once the news gets out, who knows how many people will want to show themselves in front of the ancestor through him!
Jiang Shengxing suppressed his desire to show off and said with a smile: "If you want to live nearby permanently, why don't I help you buy a house?"
"No need." Jiang Yu held the steering wheel, his eyes focused on the front and became gentle, "Chen Ling won't stay in Rongshen Middle School for long."
Jiang Shengxing nodded, his face calm, but his heart was in turmoil.
God knows, when he heard the words "accompanying study", he was so surprised that he almost stood up from his office chair!
Jiang Yu gave people the feeling of a ball of ice, a thousand-year-old ice on the top of a mountain. He never knew that this old ancestor would be so clingy when it came to love.
As a junior, he could not make arbitrary comments, let alone point out judgments. He showed an understanding attitude and said, "Being far away is indeed not conducive to enhancing feelings."
A hint of approval flashed across Jiang Yu's eyes, but his face remained expressionless.
The car stopped in front of a building.
After getting off the car, the two walked into the elevator and went directly to the top floor.
Assistant Qiu was right. The decoration of the house was indeed beautiful and cozy. There were four rooms in total: a study, two bedrooms, and a children's room.
The kitchen is open, and the living room not far away is bright and spacious. The curtains are drawn, allowing light to come in, making the interior environment look brighter.
Jiang Shengxing glanced at Jiang Yu's expression, felt relieved, and winked at Assistant Qiu.
Assistant Qiu understood and said with a smile: "If Mr. Jiang has no objection to the house and decides to rent it, I will notify the housekeeping department to come and clean it up first."
"Yes." Jiang Yu paused, "Thank you."
Assistant Qiu was flattered. "No, it's all my job. It's my duty."
It is more important than anything else to have the ancestors satisfied. Jiang Shengxing silently decided to give the assistant a raise when he returned.
Housekeeping was nearby and came quickly.
After cleaning up and down the stairs, she began to wash her hands and cook.
Jiang Yu sat in the living room, his eyes looking into the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows.
From this angle, you can just see the tallest building of Rongshen Middle School.
"Sister Song, where is that building?" Jiang Yu asked.
The housekeeper stopped and looked in the direction of his employer's finger. "It's the Shenzhou Building of Rongxin Middle School. It was built seven or eight years ago by several shareholders. I heard that it was used specifically for experiments."
The building has nine floors, much taller than other buildings. It may not be noticeable from close up, but from a distance, it looks really abrupt.
"Ninth floor?" Jiang Yu moved his lips a few times and stopped talking. He picked up his phone and sent a message to his fiancé, asking him when the get out of class would be over.
Chen Ling was in class. When he felt his cell phone vibrate, he was too embarrassed to take it out immediately.
Twenty minutes later, the bell rang and he took out his cell phone.
The text message has no beginning or end, just an address.
After exiting the information interface, Chen Ling asked his deskmate: "Where is Ronggui Community?"
My deskmate is a girl who loves studying. Her name is He Wanwan.
He Wanwan wore black-framed glasses on her nose, had two thick braids on her shoulders, and spoke in a soft voice.
"It's very close to the school. Just walk down Rongxin Road and turn a corner and you'll see the gate of the community."
Chen Ling looked at He Wanwan's hand holding the pen. There was a round scab on it that was obviously caused by a burn.
He pointed at her finger: "How did you do this?"
He Wanwan looked at her fingers, curled her fist, and put her hand on her knee.
Chen Ling: "It looks like a burn."
He Wanwan bit her lip and didn't intend to hide it. "Yes, I was burned by the wax dripping from the candle."
"Candles? Because of the power outage?"
"No." He Wanwan didn't want to elaborate. She raised her eyes and saw the boy who had just walked in. Her shoulders suddenly tensed.
She was not a nosy person, but she still reminded Chen Ling: "In this class, you'd better not mess with He Jiajun and Cheng Le."
"Who is Cheng Le?" Chen Ling had just been in this class for less than an hour, and apart from the people sitting next to him and his desk mate, he didn't know anyone else.
He Wanwan deliberately lowered her voice and said, "Cheng Le is the one sitting by the window in the last row."
Ever since Chen Ling stepped into the classroom, the man had been sleeping on the table, and he didn't wake up even when someone accidentally bumped into him during class.
Retracting his gaze, Chen Ling asked, "Who is He Jiajun?"
"He Jiajun and Cheng Le are childhood friends. Here, that one." He Wanwan was afraid of being discovered, so she didn't dare to point. "He just walked in and has now gone around to the last row."
Chen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, "It turned out to be him."
He Wanwan: "Do you know him?"
"I don't know him. I just saw him in the corridor when I visited the campus before." Chen Ling lowered his eyes to look at the feet in sneakers that were mostly blocked by the desks.
At this moment, the heel is not lifted up, and it looks normal.
He Wanwan said: "He has a bad temper. If you offend him, you'd better apologize immediately and don't let him bear a grudge against you."
This is different from what Chen Ling had learned before.
In the story of Zhou Yuanxin being bullied, Cheng Le was the perpetrator, and He Jiajun was not even a supporting role in the story.
He lay on the table, his head on his arm, and asked, "You and he have the same last name, are you relatives?"
"No." He Wanwan didn't want to have anything to do with He Jiajun at all, "Don't associate me with him."
"Sorry." Chen Ling sat up straight and his mood changed.
He saw He Jiajun walking towards him.
He Jiajun showed a hint of friendliness to the new student, "My name is He Jiajun."
Chen Ling smiled and said, "Chen Ling, Erdong Chen, Ling means mountain."
"It's a good name." He Jiajun complimented perfunctorily and looked at He Wanwan, "What were you talking about just now? You weren't talking about me, were you?"
He Wanwan's face turned pale, and she held the pen nervously, "We don't have it."
He Jiajun smiled brightly and tugged on He Wanwan's braid as if jokingly, "It was just a joke, look how scared you are."
He Wanwan tried hard to pull the corners of her mouth.
He Jiajun looked at Chen Ling again, his hands resting on the desk. "You new classmates probably haven't gotten familiar with the environment yet, right? Can I take you around?"
"Thank you, but no, I've already transferred it." Chen Ling said indifferently.
"Really?" The teasing on He Jiajun's face disappeared. He leaned over, tilted his head and looked straight at Chen Ling's face, grinning, revealing a mouthful of white teeth, "Was it that little coward Ji Nan who took you there?"
Chen Ling pursed his lips, "What do you want to say?"
"Nothing." He Jiajun, "Don't be nervous, I'm just a little curious about the relationship between you and Ji Nan."
"He and I are neighbors," said Chen Ling.
He Jiajun clicked his tongue twice, "Neighbor, then why didn't he tell you not to come here before you came?"
"I don't understand what you mean." Chen Ling showed a confused expression. If he didn't know what this person wanted to do before, now he knew.
He Jiajun was testing him, wanting to know whether the ugly things in the school had been spread out.
The atmosphere became weird.
Chen Ling pretended to be dumb, but He Jiajun wanted to explore more deeply.
The expressions of the two people seemed to be painted on their faces. A minute passed and no one's expression changed at all.
Seeing that the class was about to start, He Jiajun sneered and patted Chen Ling's shoulder, "New classmate, you are quite interesting, do you want to play with us?"
"I don't want to." Chen Ling didn't give him any face at all. If possible, he wanted to rush up and tear off that disgusting face.
Based on the other party's deliberate attitude of wanting to cause trouble, and He Wanwan's fear of He Jiajun, Chen Ling was certain that what happened to Zhou Yuanxin could not have nothing to do with He Jiajun.
He Jiajun's face turned completely cold. He stood up straight, his hands inserted into his loose sweatpants, and the muscles in his arms throbbing.
Chen Ling knew that he wanted to hit someone.
It was just suppressed tightly.
He Jiajun gave the new classmate an ambiguous look, turned around and left, sitting in his seat in the last row.
"He and Cheng Le sit at the same table?" Chen Ling turned his head back and asked He Wanwan.
"Yeah." He Wanwan said, "The four people in the last row are the troublemakers in the class. No one dares to mess with them, including the teacher. I heard that Cheng Le and He Jiajun's fathers are both school directors, and the other two are their lackeys and lackeys."
"So amazing." Chen Ling said casually.
He Wanwan glanced at him, stopped talking, and buried her head in her homework.
But not long after, she raised her head again, gently tugged at Chen Ling's clothes, and said earnestly: "He Jiajun is very good at fanning the flames behind the scenes. In comparison, although Cheng Le is very crazy, his brain doesn't work that quickly."
Holding the pen tightly in her hand, He Wanwan said: "If I have to use a metaphor, Cheng Le is just a fist, and the one who really gives orders is He Jiajun."
Chen Ling asked directly: "So He Jiajun was also involved in Zhou Yuanxin's matter. Was he the one who instigated it behind the scenes?"
"You, how did you know?!" He Wanwan was a little at a loss. Although she did not bully Zhou Yuanxin like Cheng Le and the others, she did not offer any help either.
Does Zhou Yuanxin’s death really have nothing to do with her
No, He Wanwan didn't think she was innocent. But she shamelessly hoped that the matter would not be spread, so that people would not know that she was a coward who was afraid of trouble and dared not speak out for justice when she saw evil things.
Chen Ling was very calm, "You just need to tell me, yes or no."
“…Yes.” He Wanwan was a little excited. She dug her nails into her palms but felt no pain.
Chen Ling asked: "How many people bullied Zhou Yuanxin in the past?"
"I, I don't know..." He Wanwan's eyes were red, and regret was swirling in them, making her voice dry, "I can't count them all. Some people joined the team just to agree with Cheng Le and the others, while others just ignored it..."
For example, herself.
Chen Ling ignored her sadness and continued to ask: "Then do you know how many people have participated in the poker bridge game so far?"
The pen in He Wanwan's hand fell directly to the ground. She stared at the person in front of her in a daze, "You know this too?"
"I basically know what happened here." Chen Ling finally showed a trace of sympathy to comfort the pale girl in front of him, "Tell me everything you know, maybe I can help?"
"How can you help?" Although He Wanwan said this, she still took out a piece of paper and wrote down everything she knew about the game participants.
There were a lot of names. Chen Ling counted them carefully and found that there were more than thirty people, not including those that He Wanwan didn't remember.
"So many?" Chen Ling had an idea.
Presumably both the perpetrators and bystanders are counted.
In this way, apart from these thirty-odd people, everyone in Class 9 where he was, Class 5 where Ji Nan was, Class 4, Class 3... Class 16 could become a participant in the next round of the game.
Everyone may be the loser in the next round of the game.
“Ah…!!” A scream of fear suddenly erupted from behind.
Chen Ling looked back and saw Cheng Le, who had been lying on the desk, suddenly woke up.
His eyes were bloodshot, with big bags under his eyes, his hair was messy, and he was looking around in panic.
"Cheng Le!" He Jiajun suddenly shouted, reaching out to grab Cheng Le who was bending over and slapping his legs hard, "Are you sleepy?"
There seemed to be something invisible on Cheng Le's legs. After slapping it a few times, he began to scratch his calves hard.
Soon, red bloodstains appeared on the calves.
He did not stop, but became even more aggressive.
At the same time, he was muttering something.
He Jiajun leaned over and heard his childhood friend say, "Don't hold on to me. Take your hand away. Take your hand away."
"Are you crazy? No one is holding you." He Jiajun pushed Cheng Le hard, and seeing that he was still crazy, he gritted his teeth and slapped him.