After posting the video and diary, Zhuang Li checked the student files by the way, but still couldn't find any classmate named "Ming" in Class A of the third year.
He recalled it carefully, and then realized that there were 41 students in class A in the file, but there were 43 students in the classroom, and the extra two were his lover and his deskmate.
"Is it a student loan?" Zhuang Li murmured as he expanded his search, but he couldn't find any information about his lover in the student loan file.
The two of them seemed to pop out of nowhere.
Where will there be students who come to the school to study but have no student status? What will happen to the college entrance examination in the future? What about going to college? What about work? Taking a step back, even if you want to study abroad, you still need student registration information.
"Looking at how he dresses, the family conditions should be very good, and he won't even be denied the school status. There must be some reason I don't know." .
Perhaps the student gossip will reveal some truth.
But he tracked the speeches of every classmate in Class A for the third year, but found no clues of great value.
Everyone only knows that the two of them are students on loan, and they only transferred this semester. The shorter one is called Zhong Xingyun. He has a very cheerful personality, but he seldom communicates and plays with everyone. , like a follower.
The tall teenager is very autistic, never talking to anyone, let alone participating in group activities. It's been more than a month since the school started, and everyone still doesn't know his name, so they can only give him the nickname "Sleeping God" in private. Because he slept in class every day, but the teacher never cared about it.
"Zhong Xingyun?" Zhuang Li followed this clue while reciting the name silently, but found that the other party was a person who appeared out of thin air.
Zhuang Li has screened all the student registration files of all senior high school students in City B, and found a total of three Zhong Xingyun, but none of them can match the number of people in the classroom; there are even fewer children named "Ming", only one, but Not a lover.
7480 reminded: "Master, check it from the Huaguo household registration database."
"It's too slow, there's no need for that, I'll ask him myself in the future." Zhuang Li stood up and stretched, and left the computer room unhurriedly. When he walked to the teaching building, he and Teng Xuan happened to meet Teng Xuan at the corner of the stairs.
This scene is very similar to the moment when Zhuang Li opened his eyes in the morning. It's just that the current Teng Xuan is no longer high-spirited, arrogant and indifferent, and has no sense of superiority in controlling everything or even playing with everything.
When Zhuang Li saw him, he subconsciously took a small step back, then forced himself to stand still, and asked in a hoarse voice, "Zhuang Li, did you hack my campus account?" He didn't mention it. The live broadcast account is afraid that Zhuang Li will go to the live broadcast platform to watch it on a whim.
He, who monitors Zhuang Li every day, naturally knows that this person is very closed. Except for writing a diary with a campus account, he never participates in any online activities.
Zhuang Li smiled vaguely: "I don't know what you're talking about." Then he turned around and went upstairs.
Teng Xuan couldn't believe this sentence, and planned to let Huang Zhe and the others go to test Zhuang Li later.
If Zhuang Li knew everything, he would definitely not be fooled; if Zhuang Li knew nothing, he would definitely fall into that love game. Of course, Zhuang Li knew everything, but pretended to be ignorant, and then played with them.
Thinking of this, Teng Xuan was startled, and suddenly he was a little scared again.
Zhuang Li is so scheming, who can play him? Don't take advantage of it, and end up suffering a big loss.
To play or not to play? Teng Xuan hesitated.
He walked up the steps step by step, and when he saw the classroom was so close at hand, he finally made up his mind - play!
If Zhuang Li didn't know anything, he would definitely be fooled. Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo are masters at playing with feelings, and they will definitely make Zhuang Li fall into the abyss of despair.
If Zhuang Li knew everything, he could only take revenge on those two people when he fought back, and it had nothing to do with him.
Thinking like this, Teng Xuan finally put down the big stone in his heart, walked slowly into the classroom, and then froze, a chill swept over him, pulling him back to the cruel reality. Everyone was looking at him with sarcasm, sympathy, and contempt.
He almost forgot that not long ago, his dignity, his pride, and his glory were all stripped clean by Zhuang Li. Now he is a waste who can't afford to lose and cry, a loser who can only be successful by accommodating others, and a clown who has no self-knowledge.
Realizing that his image had become so unbearable, Teng Xuan's straight back collapsed instantly.
For the first time, he felt ashamed of digging a hole in the ground.
He almost shrank back to his seat, and as soon as he sat down, he heard Huang Zhe's laughing voice behind him: "My God, Xuanzi, you can't win the exam, Zhuang Li went to your stepmother to cry. Hahahaha , I'm almost dying of laughter! You are too capable!"
Huang Zhe is a standard playboy. He doesn't know anything except eating, drinking, and having fun. His self-esteem and morality are also pitifully low. In his opinion, there is nothing wrong with Teng Xuan asking Zhuang Xin to suppress Zhuang Li, as long as he can win, the means is not important.
He is a real villain, but Teng Xuan is a hypocrite. For a hypocrite, face and dignity are the most important things.
Teng Xuan not only wanted to win, but also to win beautifully. But now that he has lost, and he has lost so ugly, this pain is no less painful for him than being delayed in public.
His face twisted for a moment, but when he turned back he smiled very gently, deliberately inducing: "Do you still play that game?"
Xiu Yue glanced at him and suddenly asked, "You didn't post that video and diary just now, right? Kestrel hacked our account?"
Teng Xuan: "...Yes. Did you see it?"
Xiu Yue: "You're not that stupid."
Teng Xuan, who had done all the stupid things: "..."
He always felt like he was being conned.
Xiu Yue: "The game is over, find the kestrel first. Dare to provoke me, he will die!"
Kestrel himself Teng Xuan: "…"
However, Huang Zhe quit, protesting: "Play, play, I must play! Someone like Zhuang Li, who is a little capable and a little arrogant, is the most interesting to play, you don't understand that taste at all! Yi Bo, you play Don't play?"
"I also play. Zhuang Li is actually pretty good-looking, and it's not a bad thing to get into bed. After we kill him, we will take photos and videos as evidence. If you lose, give me your new sports car." Fang Yibo replied Over his head, he gave Huang Zhe a high five.
He is a sports student. He doesn't like to use his brain at ordinary times. He only has developed limbs, has a hot temper, and likes to play exciting games.
Huang Zhe laughed and said, "What if we all succeed?"
"Whoever wins first is the winner. It proves that Zhuang Li is not a good thing. We threatened him with photos and videos, and asked him to be a slave to us. When we got tired of playing, we would throw it away without losing money." Fang Yibo was excited. Rub hands straight.
As Teng Xuan expected, the two hit it off.
Xiu Yue seemed to have long been accustomed to this kind of internal division, and he looked at Teng Xuan and acquiesced. Faced with an uncertain situation, the two of them would always step aside and let Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo be the guns.
When the group of four were whispering, Zhuang Li had already packed up his things, moved the desk from the podium, walked across the long aisle, and walked to the last row.
Everyone was looking at him, but no one dared to speak to him. Even those girls who hated him before gnashing their teeth closed their mouths.
Watching a video and facing a real person are completely two different feelings.
In the past, Zhuang Li always lowered his head to avoid the eyes of others, like a shadow that clearly existed but was not seen. But now, his lower jaw is slightly raised, his red lips are pursed lightly, his long and narrow eyes are casually scanning the audience, and his temperament is exceptionally sharp.
He didn't even give Teng Xuan's father's face, so who would he be afraid of
He only kept saying in the morning, "Without me, what are you, Teng Xuan?" By the afternoon, Teng Xuan was really nothing. His aggression and revenge are too strong, and his action is absolutely unparalleled.
Zhong Xingyun was lying on the table and whispered to Si Ming, "This child is a wolf who strayed into the flock. It will be fun in the future!"
Si Ming was still "sleeping" with his head covered.
Zhong Xingyun covered his mouth and snickered, and when he smiled, he stiffened, only because Zhuang Li carried the table and walked straight to him, and said politely and strongly, "Classmate, can you give me this seat? Next door? There is still space in that row, can you take a seat?"
"You want to switch places with me?" Zhong Xingyun repeated blankly.
"To be exact, I want to be at the same table with this classmate." Zhuang Li rushed to Si Mingnuzui who was "sleeping".
"You want to be at the same table with him?" Zhong Xingyun slowed down, pointed at Zhuang Li, and then at Si Ming, confirming again in disbelief.
Say good autistic children are not welcome
"Yes. Can you give me your seat?" Zhuang Li asked patiently.
Only then did Zhong Xingyun come back to his senses, shaking someone who was "sleeping" again and again, and shouted eagerly: "Wake up, wake up, someone wants to change positions with me!"
Si Ming stiffened for a long time before he took off his jacket. He glared at Zhong Xingyun viciously, his pupils trembled slightly when he looked at the little curly hair, and he was a little embarrassed, but he roared in the most impatient tone: "What's the noise? Did you see me sleeping? It's none of my business if they want to switch places with you!"
After saying that, he put his hands around his chest and glared at everyone around watching the fun.
Everyone didn't know about this "Sleeping God", but only vaguely knew that his family background seemed to be more prominent than Xiu Yue.
Xiu Yue is already a figure at the top of the pyramid, and he has more status than him, so it can only be the families on the cloud.
Therefore, in the face of the unkind gaze of the tall young man, these arrogant children lowered their heads and avoided him, and no one dared to confront him head-on.
Zhong Xingyun knew Si Ming too well. If it's an idle person who wants to sit with him, he can spit out the word "go away" when he opens his mouth.
But now, he seemed impatient, and his expression was vicious, but he said "it's none of my business".
Could the meaning of this sentence be more obvious? Zhuang Lili sat with him, and after turning eighteen corners, he acquiesced! He didn't dare to throw the word "go away" on Zhuang Li's face!
This guy who has "beauty" and doesn't want friends! I owe you something!
Zhong Xingyun was angry and funny, gave Si Ming a deep look, and then stood up to move his table.
When bending down, he heard Si Ming's heavy sigh of relief. For fear that he would not be willing to make way for Zhuang Li, this guy held his breath nervously! A good brother who was born and died! I fuck you second uncle!
After Zhong Xingyun moved away, Zhuang Li immediately put his table next to his lover's table and ordered, "I'm going to move the chair, help me sort out the books on the table, it's about to collapse." After speaking, he turned towards the podium. go.
Zhong Xingyun immediately turned his head to look, and saw that Si Ming's little man was helping Zhuang Li to re-stack the collapsed books, and his two big palms gestured back and forth, for fear of not stacking them neatly.
I fuck you second uncle! I have taken care of you for three years, have you helped me pour a glass of water? Zhong Xingyun was indignant.