When he first entered the classroom, he heard some small voices of discussion.
He quickly found his own seat among the many seats and sat down. In front of you are students from different schools wearing different school uniforms.
Just like him, people here do not participate in late self-study at school, and parents of these students are more willing to let their children come to here.
Those parents who have retired teachers who have been practicing for decades are not covered by their experience think so.
They were discussing the recent falling incidents because they heard that they were all students in this cram school, even though they were not in the same classroom.
The number of people in a remedial class is between 15 and 20. There are currently five classes in total, and it is said that a sixth class is still under construction.
The best conditions, the best teachers... It seems that there are still first-hand test questions. Therefore, despite the high tuition fees here, it still attracts many parents.
"Okay, okay, ready for class. Tonight we will analyze the questions of Shandong Province that we just took the exam this year, pack up your mood, and don't let unnecessary things affect your emotions. Remember, in front of you is There are many, many single-plank bridges. There are many bridges, but there are more people. There may be a hundred or two hundred people crowded with you at the bridge head... "
Although the old man has retired, his former temper doesn't seem to have restrained much. Gu Jiajie looked at the students who had already started to write and looked at the students in front of the podium, and quickly calmed down.
Among the many cram school teachers here, this old man is well-known as a 'black-faced god'.
But at this moment his cell phone vibrated suddenly. Gu Jiajie glanced cautiously at the old teacher on the podium, then quickly lowered his head to glance at his cell phone.
Short message.
"Nine o'clock, the old place."
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"I'm back."
When the door of the house was just opened, Luo Qiu, who was sorting out the sundries in the house, saw Ren Ziling walk in listlessly.
Chief Deputy Editor Ren glanced at the living room that had been cleaned up, showing an ugly smile, then sighed, slumped on the sofa, waved his hands and said, "I planned to clean up before you came back, and then … forget."
Luo Qiu, who had long been used to this woman's confident and lazy attitude, did not say a word, but poured a glass of warm water and placed it in front of Ren Ziling.
"Thank you..." Ren Ziling muttered like a groan, and suddenly sat up straight, looked at Luo Qiu and said, "Boy, you sit here."
She patted herself on the side.
"Don't sit down."
"..." Ren Ziling was stunned for a moment, and immediately raised her eyebrows, angrily pulled Boss Luo's arm and pulled it down, "Damn, let you sit down! Look at me!"
"Is something wrong?"
"Look at me." Ren Ziling patted her cheek and said, "Look at my face, be serious! Boy, I ask you a question, you have to tell me honestly!"
But he didn't wait for Deputy Editor-in-Chief Ren to ask a question.
"Dark circles, two wrinkles, acne." Luo Qiu said lightly, "You probably want to ask these. Actually, it's nothing. Don't stay up late, don't eat instant noodles, just live a normal life. By the way, drink more warm water , don't drink."
Ren Ziling seemed to have received a devastating blow, and said pitifully, "So, I really look like an aunt?"
Luo Qiu casually turned on the TV, watched and said, "Did anything happen today?"
"Let me tell you, today I let a little girl call me auntie! My God!! I'm only twenty-nine years old!!"
"It's time to call Auntie."
"Stinky boy! Do you still want to be a family member? Is there anyone like you who makes trouble?" Ren Ziling said pitifully: "Your surname Luo knows to bully me!"
"Us?" Luo Qiu was taken aback.
"That little girl is also surnamed Luo!" Ren Ziling snorted and said, "Maybe you were still the same family five hundred years ago... Isn't it just younger, better-skinned, and cuter? What's so special?"
Luo Qiu's heart moved, and he suddenly asked, "What's your name?"
"Luo... how did Luo come here?" Ren Ziling frowned and thought for a while, "Oh, Luo Pianle. Her father must have watched too many costume dramas!"
"..."
Is that little butterfly still in this city
Luo Qiu shook his head and said, "We wouldn't be one family five hundred years ago."
"Let me tell you, why are you so serious." Ren Ziling patted Boss Luo on the head, "Stop talking, I'm going to take a shower and go to bed! No, no! From today on, I will go to bed early and get up early!"
"Have you eaten yet?" Luo Qiu asked softly.
"Stop eating! Lose weight!"
Seeing Ren Ziling rushing into the bathroom in a hurry, Luo Qiu smiled, and casually started to pack up the things the woman brought back.
"Training class?"
A promotional pamphlet just fell down.
Luo Qiu opened the booklet and read it carefully, a glimmer of light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, and the booklet flew out of his hand, and flew to the center of the living room.
The booklet began to open, and then began to shoot some semi-transparent reflections that had happened.
Boss Luo looked at these images silently, and subconsciously smiled when he saw Deputy Editor Ren licking his lips and drawing something more with a pen.
"Auntie... that's it."
He shook his head, waved his hand, and those images just disappeared. Luo Qiu stood up, and after packing up the rest of the things, he turned off the light in the living room, went back to the room, and thought about Little Butterfly.
This little butterfly is very studious, and even attended cram school.
He quietly undressed and fell asleep.
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Early in the morning, a lot of people had already gathered in the community.
At this time, the horse slut who was eating a hamburger pushed away the crowd and walked in, "Clean up the people and be careful not to damage the scene. Is the old Qin from the forensic evidence here? So who, let's see if there is the last one." Troublesome…”
Ma Houde's voice stopped suddenly, and he looked around guiltily. The young police officer beside him hastily raised his voice at this moment: "Sister Ma, your sister-in-law is not here."
Ma Houde cleared his throat in embarrassment, coughed twice, and said in a deep voice, "Get rid of those annoying reporters!! What are you still doing? Go!"
"yes!"
Only then did Ma Houde puff up his chest, and walked into the blocked scene with his head held high. It had been a long time since he yelled this sentence so happily.
It is even more sour than eating a bowl of shaved ice with sour plum sauce.
"Sister Ma, you are here." The police officers who sealed off the scene quickly saluted at this moment.
"Tell me about the situation." Ma Houde nodded and said casually.
The police officer hurriedly said: "The deceased should have fallen from a high altitude. As for the location, we need to check. The person who found the body was the cleaning staff in the community. Auntie. The identity of the deceased has been found out. He is a resident of this building. The twelfth floor The deceased was male, eighteen years old, named Gu Jiajie, a recent graduate of the city's third high school."
"Why are you a student again?" Ma Houde was taken aback, and he frowned deeply. He glanced at the scene and saw a pair of people in pajamas, who looked like husband and wife, kissing each other on a stone bench not far away. Holding, crying bitterly.
"Who are they dead?"
"Oh, these are the parents of the deceased." The police officer opened the notebook, "The man's name is Gu Feng, and the woman's name is Shen Meixu."
Looking at the grieving couple, Ma Houde frowned deeply... If it is confirmed that this time it was a suicide, it would really be hell! (.)