When I saw Officer Wei’s WeChat account, now in the group,
Hiss!
Fangzheng gasped, and suddenly felt sore and cold in the back of his teeth.
However, Officer Wei's WeChat has remained silent. Fangzheng is relieved to think that Officer Wei has a mission that Zhang Yiwen mentioned earlier.
I heard that if there is a special mission, they will be asked to cut off all contact with the outside world, including handing over their personal mobile phones.
Fangzheng once saw a news report that there was a people's policeman who was loyal to his post and duty, but in the end he didn't even see his old father for the last time. It was because of a special operation that his family couldn't contact him. In the end, in order to keep the policeman's personal information safe, the whole society does not know the name of this people's policeman, only know that this hero who silently protects people is called the people's policeman, and he has dedicated his life to a respected post.
Fangzheng also heaved a sigh of relief when he saw that there was no news on Officer Wei's WeChat account.
What he feels most guilty about now is meeting Officer Wei.
"Fangzheng, what are your hobbies?"
"What fruit do you like to eat?"
"What kind of girl do you like?"
"Do you like girls who are older and more mature than you, or do you like quiet and cold girls, like my cousin?"
…
The more Fangzheng chatted, the more he felt something was wrong.
The smartphone in his hand kept vibrating, and there were constant notifications of new messages on WeChat. It was obvious that he was face to face with Zhang Yiwen, but Zhang Yiwen on the opposite side kept sending messages in the WeChat group with only three people.
And the questions asked are more bizarre than the last.
Could it be that the so-called bookish atmosphere unique to the teachers? Those who can chat by text never need to speak beep? A few black lines hung down Fangzheng's forehead, and in front of Zhang Yiwen who was only a few centimeters away, he awkwardly replied in the group: "Mr. Zhang, your way of chatting is really unique, fresh and refined, refreshing."
Can Fangzheng not say that
People who don't know, think that there are two psychopaths here, who don't communicate face to face, and insist on chatting on WeChat.
Tired of typing
Severe phone control
Fangzheng decided to meet Zhang Yiwen less often in the future, because he always felt that the cousin of Police Officer Wei was a bit mentally abnormal.
Obviously, the two of them were facing each other, so they insisted on typing and chatting on the mobile phone.
Isn't this mentally abnormal
Just when Fangzheng was about to leave, Zhang Yiwen wanted to send Fangzheng off, but she stepped on high-heeled shoes, and all kinds of decoration materials were piled up in a mess on the ground. Zhang Yiwen didn't pay attention, and the heel of the high-heeled shoes happened to step on a scrap of pv heating pipe On the ground, the person screamed and almost fell.
With sharp eyes and quick hands, Fang Zheng stepped forward to hold Zhang Yiwen by the waist, which prevented Zhang Yiwen from falling, and then Fang Zheng immediately let go of Zhang Yiwen.
But although Zhang Yiwen escaped, she still suffered a little bit, her little face turned pale with pain, it turned out that she had sprained her ankle, and her right ankle was already red and swollen rapidly.
"Ms. Zhang seems to have sprained her ankle. It is estimated that Teacher Zhang will be unable to walk for the time being. There is a big pharmacy just outside the community. Master, please help her to go to the big pharmacy outside the community. She will pay for the medical expenses by herself." clear."
Fangzheng raised his hand and pointed to Zhang Yiwen in front of him, and said to the decorator who looked surprised.
"I?"
A decorator who was paid attention by Fang Zheng looked around, convinced that he was not mistaken, pointed at himself, and the other party was indeed talking to him.
He finally believed in a word.
Some people are indeed single by strength.
You deserve to be single for life.
To miss such a great opportunity, and to actively push the beautiful woman away, is either mentally abnormal or out of his mind.
Fangzheng gave a positive nod.
joke.
Although this teacher Zhang has a good temperament, Fang Zheng has long regarded him as mentally abnormal.
It's too late to stay away, so there's no way to continue jumping into the fire pit.
Received Fangzheng's affirmative answer, Zhang Yiwen: "..."
Decorator A, B, C, D: "..."
Why do they always feel that there is something wrong with the painting style
"Don't bother this master, there is an elevator in the community, and my feet don't hurt too much. I can walk to the big pharmacy by myself." Zhang Yiwen smiled politely.
Fangzheng: "Alright then, that teacher, be careful all the way."
Zhang Yiwen: "..."
Her face darkened, she just said it politely, but Fangzheng really didn't want to see her off.
Fortunately, Fangzheng didn't really do anything wrong, he still knew how to be considerate of the old, the weak, women, children, and the disabled, and took the initiative to bend down to help Zhang Yiwen pick it up before he almost fell down. He was originally holding a small stack of test papers that had been scattered all over the floor at this moment.
When Fang Zheng picked up the test paper, he picked it up and glanced at it. It was a junior middle school Chinese test paper, which seemed to be a mock test paper for the third grade of junior high school. Fang Zheng didn't think too much about it. Maybe Mr. Zhang was hardworking, so he didn't forget to bring the test paper and go home correction.
Enduring the pain in her feet, Zhang Yiwen also squatted down to pick up the test papers together.
"Hey, Teacher Zhang, are the students in this birthday photo all students from your class? These students seem to be spontaneously celebrating your birthday, Teacher Zhang?" Fangzheng curiously picked up an eight-inch photo.
The background of the photo is a school classroom. Looking at the bright smiling faces of the students, it can be seen that Zhang Yiwen is very popular with the students. It should be a birthday celebration organized by the students.
When mentioning the students in the photo, Zhang Yiwen showed affection on her fair and ivory-white face: "They are cute, right?"
"It turns out that Mr. Zhang is leading the graduating class of forty-eight people." Fangzheng was a little surprised that Zhang Yiwen was able to lead the graduating class of the third grade at such a young age.
"Forty-eight people?"
"Aren't there forty-six people?"
Zhang Yiwen looked at Fangzheng in confusion.
Fangzheng was taken aback.
He carefully counted the students in the photo again, and there were indeed forty-eight students.
So Fangzheng took the photo and asked Zhang Yiwen to confirm again. Zhang Yiwen said seriously: "There are only forty-six students in the class. It is impossible for me to remember the number of my students wrongly."
Fangzheng frowned.
He flipped the photo, and generally speaking, a group photo like this would have everyone's name printed on the back. Sure enough, the corresponding student's name appeared on the back of the photo.
Fangzheng counted the names of the students, and there were indeed forty-eight of them.
Fangzheng's face turned serious, he pointed to the students' names on the back of the photo, and said with a serious expression, "Mr. Zhang, how many students' names did you see on the student list?"
In the end, the answer was still forty-six.
Fangzheng immediately asked several decoration masters present, and the answers he got were all forty-six people. Regardless of the name or the person in the photo, they always saw forty-six people.
Among the people present, he was the only one who saw forty-eight people, but there were two more people, or...two of them disappeared
(end of this chapter)