go, but don't want to go with you. "
Looking at the boy's generous back, Huang Dan asked as he approached the stairs, "You don't want to contact me?"
Chen Shi said, "I don't like someone who stares at my butt, and I don't teach you a lesson because you are still a minor. I don't want others to say that I bully children."
Huang Dan smelled the smoke, and he smoked again, "I didn't stare at your ass."
Chen Shi laughed, "You're not afraid of your nose getting longer."
Huang Dan, "… "
He followed Chen Shi down the stairs, through a long alley, and into a small restaurant.
On the other hand, the police sent people to the school in the county. The head teacher and the teacher were shocked to learn that Xia Wei had killed him. The female teacher's eyes were red on the spot, saying that the college entrance examination will be held next year. How could such a thing happen.
But when the police asked about the situation of Xia Wei's family, they couldn't tell.
It's ridiculous, but it's true.
That county is a well-known poverty-stricken county. There are no parent-teacher conferences held in the school. The family background of the students is not within the scope of inquiry. In the impression of teachers and classmates, Xia Wei is just three words - rich.
The strange thing is that Xia Wei is so rich, why doesn't he leave the county and go to school elsewhere to receive a better education
Xia Weiren has not answered this question directly.
There are dozens of students in a class, and it is impossible for teachers to notice all of them. Those with excellent grades and outstanding personal characteristics will have relative advantages.
Xia Wei belongs to the latter.
So the news of her death still caused a lot of public opinion.
The police didn't find what they wanted from the school's teacher and head teacher, so they started from the other side. They checked the address filled in by the deceased and found that the residential area did not have the address No. 37 at all. It took a lot of money. It took a lot of trouble to find out the home address of the deceased and one of her cousins.
This case is not a homicide, it was closed in the morning, but the body is still in the morgue, and the family of the deceased needs to be contacted as soon as possible.
And Xia Wei's death did not have much impact on the people in the studio.
Boys feel that it is a pity that such a beautiful beauty is gone, and the next few months will be so boring.
The girls only felt sigh. They were all talking in a low voice, saying that Xia Wei was a very self-centered person, and his thoughts were all about dressing up every day. He seemed to be a person who enjoyed life very much. That stupid thing.
"Dead Xia Wei..."
Zhou Jiaojiao's voice stopped abruptly. She usually said that she was used to it, but if she said that again now, the others around her could not stand it when they heard it, and interrupted her nonchalantly.
"Jiaojiao, Xia Wei is dead, please don't call her that again in the future, it's very intimidating."
"Yeah, I had a cold war just now."
"There's a sketch at night, right? I'm going to ask my brother to pick me up."
Zhou Jiaojiao wiped the pencil dust on her little finger, "Oh, I just said it casually, I'll pay attention next time."
She showed a puzzled expression, "How could Xia Wei commit suicide?"
"We're not her, how can we know what she thinks... Don't say anything, the teacher is here!"
Following that girl's shout, the girls who had just brought their heads together are now sitting in front of their drawing boards, drawing still lifes seriously.
Teacher Zhang and Teacher Liu both came. They should have known about Xia Wei, and their faces were not very good.
After all, it was the students in the studio who had the accident.
The only thing that makes them happy is that the students did not die of homicide, otherwise the parents would know about it and would inevitably ask them to talk about the safety of their children.
The studio is for students to paint, not a nursery school. Some parents don't understand this, and some pretend they don't.
Teacher Zhang and Teacher Liu changed their paintings for the students, but they didn't mention a word about Xia Wei's death.
Around 11:30, the people in the studio left one after another.
Zhou Jiaojiao was biting the hard candy. She eats the candy is different from others. She doesn't keep it in her mouth and waits to melt, she just bites it with her teeth.
When the two girls were discussing Xia Wei's death, Zhou Jiaojiao leaned over and said, "I also find it unbelievable."
"Jiaojiao, your dad eats more salt than we eat rice, why don't you ask your dad?"
Zhou's father was packing his daughter's backpack. He heard the words and said, "Maybe there is some pressure."
Zhou Jiaojiao curled her lips, "That's weird, where is Xia Wei's pressure? My family is so rich and my life is going well. It's almost as if I'm under pressure. You follow me every day, take care of this and that, mine My hair is falling out."