Ye Jinwen raised his head in a daze, and turned slightly sideways to look at the opposite side.
Xiao Qimo on the opposite side of the desk was slowly withdrawing his hands from the computer, leaning back slightly, and the pair of jet-black pupils under the lens were shining with a gloomy light.
Ye Jinwen could feel that his breath was a little different.
"Brother Seven, did you delete it?"
The boss kept silent, which was a tacit consent.
Ye Jinwen leaned over, leaned towards Xiao Qimo across the desk, with a gossipy face.
"Brother Seven, you don't seem to be the same to Lu Mian? Is it just because she is the only clue to find the mysterious person? It's not like you to vent your anger on others, and to send them home. Now you are still silently deleting posts. style of… "
He knows Xiao Qimo very well. He looks gentle, elegant, and polite, and doesn't seem to have much emotional fluctuations, but in fact, he is a cold man who is alienated to the bone, decisive, ruthless .
Have you ever seen the kind of elegant drinking tea while giving orders to throw people into the crocodile pond
He has seen it.
While he was speaking, Xiao Qimo had already stood up, with his slender fingers moving around, hooking his suit jacket and putting it on his body.
"I'm the teaching director, and these are my duties." He said as he walked out of the office.
Ye Jinwen was speechless, that's not what you said when you made me leave the psychiatric clinic and tricked me into coming to Kunpeng School!
The posts about Lu Mian in the campus post bar are like throwing a stone into a lake. After slight ripples appear on the surface of the lake, it returns to calm. Xiao Qimo quickly deleted the post before letting more people see it.
However, you can guard against the Internet, but you cannot guard against your mouth.
Rumors about Lu Mian's mental illness quickly spread throughout the grades.
Several parents even jointly called the school, asking the school to drive away such potentially dangerous students, otherwise the lives of their children could not be guaranteed.
The classroom of Class One (25) of Senior High School.
Shou Hao in the front row looked at Lu Mian worriedly, watching her flipping through the novel and turning the pen as if nothing had happened, as if everything outside had nothing to do with her.
"Brother Mian, don't take these things to heart. The stuff in the post bar is all nonsense!" He said so, but he could also think of the comments one after another under that post "Lu Mian get out of Kunpeng Middle School" .
Who can stand such verbal violence
"Brother Mian, they are just jealous of your beauty!"
What he said made Lu Mian chuckle.
The ballpoint pen in her hand stopped turning, and the pen holder lightly rubbed against her cheek. She nodded seriously: "You should be jealous."
On the opposite side, Shouhao's cheeks flushed red, he looked so good...
"... But that post has been deleted now, not many people saw it!" He tried hard to regain his voice.
"deleted?"
Lu Mian wanted to find someone along the id, but she didn't expect to be preempted by someone. It should not be the post bar administrator. If they wanted to delete it, they would not have allowed this kind of post to be approved in the first place.
Confused, she got up and went to the toilet.
Quietly sent a text message to Zero to ask, but Zero replied that he didn't know about it at all.
If it's not her, who could it be
In the bathroom, there were girls in twos and threes.
When they saw Lu Mian, they all hugged each other far away, as if she was a plague that could infect them anytime.
One of the girls seemed to be dissatisfied with Lu Mian for a long time, and she stood up bravely.
"Lu Mian, don't scare them! You are sick, so you shouldn't come out and scare people—"
When Lu Mian put away her phone and was feeling agitated, she turned her head and saw a girl baring her teeth and claws at her with sharp words.
It looks familiar, but I don't remember who it is.