Finding and locating
"I find you quite interesting." Ye Meiyan looked at her and said suddenly.
"It was you who exposed Lin Nanyan's thoughts, it was you who wanted to see the love drama, and now it's you who persuaded Chen Heng to withdraw."
Song Shuang was deflated. "Well, I'm such a contradictory person. I regret what I do, and then I do it again after regretting it. I'm always wavering."
She now regretted saying all that nonsense to Chen Heng, as it had no effect anyway.
Ye Meiyan chuckled after hearing this, turned around and left, and Song Shuang trotted after her.
"Won't you say anything else?"
"Hmm?" Ye Meiyan was puzzled. "What do you want to hear me say?"
"Uh..." Song Shuang was stuck and said uncertainly, "Like criticizing me for being inconsistent, having two faces... or something like that?"
Ye Meiyan's voice was filled with a faint smile. She asked, "Do you really want to hear me criticize you?"
Song Shuang quickly shook her head. Normal people probably don't like being criticized, and she is no exception.
"So, if you don't want to listen, why should I tell you, and--" Ye Meiyan's voice rose slightly, with a hint of imperceptible sarcasm.
Song Shuang's heart unconsciously rose with the girl's words, "And what?"
"I don't think there is anything to blame you for." Ye Meiyan said with a smile as she looked at Song Shuang who looked nervous.
"Ah?" The unexpected answer left Song Shuang stunned.
When she came to her senses, Ye Meiyan had already walked a long way away.
"No, wait a moment. What did you mean by what you said just now?" Song Shuang chased after him in confusion.
Outside the teaching building, Jiang Qing hunched her waist and tiptoed carefully along the wall, looking very shameful, for fear that a teacher would suddenly appear from nowhere and take away both her and Lin Nanyan.
She keeps her eyes and ears open, has a strong sense of crisis, and is alert to the movements around her.
A pair of eyes peeked around the corner, then immediately retracted, "It's class time now, there's no teacher outside, you go first..."
When she turned around, she saw Lin Nanyan standing there with a straight and tall posture. He turned to look at her and asked with a hint of doubt, "What's wrong?"
Jiang Qing was almost pissed off at him. How could someone be so clueless? Didn't he know that they were fighting a guerrilla war?
"If the teacher catches us, we're done. Keep a low profile."
Seeing that the boy was not behaving well, she walked over, jumped up and pressed his neck.
Lin Nanyan was forced to bend down, his peripheral vision sweeping across the wall of the teaching building next to him, which was dozens of meters high. He tactfully kept silent.
Seeing that the boy was finally at the same altitude as her, Jiang Qing let go with satisfaction.
"You're in charge of floors one through three, and I'll go to floors four and five," Jiang Qing instructed worriedly. "Remember, cram in plenty, make sure every corner has one."
Lin Nanyan nodded in agreement, "I'll go to the third to fifth floors, you take care of the rest."
Without waiting for Jiang Qing to reply, the boy had already walked out with his long legs, his back straight, and he didn't feel like a thief at all.
"You..." Jiang Qing stretched out her hands in vain, but couldn't even pull back the corner of her clothes.
She stamped her feet and said, "Never mind, I've already done it, why should I feel guilty?"
Jiang Qing coughed twice, looked around, straightened her clothes, held her head high and chest out, and walked along the side of the teaching building, stuffing flyers into the window gaps with a serious look on her face.
Wherever there is a gap, just stuff it there.
With her increasingly skilled hand speed, she could be elected as a gold medal salesperson in the future.
In the classroom, Zhao Xiaona was supporting her head with one hand, dozing off when she suddenly noticed a slight noise beside her ear. She was so scared that she quickly sat up straight, picked up a pen and started scribbling on the paper.
God bless you, teacher, please ignore her distraction. She swore to Jesus that she would never doze off again.
She "concentrated" on padding for a long time, but didn't hear the teacher scolding her. Then she looked up quietly. The teacher on the podium was writing something on the blackboard without turning back.
That's not right. There is a window on her right and there is no one there. How could there be any movement?
She looked around and saw that the window was empty, as if it was her illusion.
Maybe she was confused in her sleep. Zhao Xiaona was about to look away when her gaze stopped and fell on something in the gap of the window.
This was an amazing sight. On the side of the corridor, each window had a few pages of paper rolled up. From her angle, they looked neatly arranged as if they were selling newspapers.
Zhao Xiaona: ...
Who is so stupid?
No matter how short of money you are, you can't sell flyers in such a pure school. How shameless!? Do you have any morals left?!
She moved her fingertips quietly outward, and before the teacher turned around, she pulled out the advertising paper bit by bit.
With the light of justice in her heart, she decided to report this black-hearted businessman to the teacher. When she looked down, the first thing she saw was two hundred yuan in cash.
etc......
Then again, this is what happened.
Zhao Xiaona looked at the main text with her eyes curved, looking for a recorder, with a minimum reward of 200 yuan. Oh my god, every word written in black and white hit her heart.
The contact person filled in the monitor of Class 9, Grade 2. Isn't that Song Shuang's childhood sweetheart who always hung out with her in the class?
There is also this recorder, which looks a little familiar, but I can’t remember where I have seen it for a while.
Zhao Xiaona pushed the paper in her hand to her deskmate and motioned him to take a look.
His deskmate was busy copying the questions on the blackboard. When he was interrupted, he looked up impatiently and saw Zhao Xiaona's fingertips pointing at the handwriting of the two hundred yuan. His eyes were immediately glued to it.
Zhao Xiaona nodded with satisfaction and kicked the chair at the table in front of her.
The person at the front desk looked back in confusion, and Zhao Xiaona kindly pointed outside the window. The person at the front desk looked over there, and the next second after he took out the paper, he instantly regained his composure.
Word spread from one person to ten, and from ten to a hundred. When Li Dongming put down the chalk and turned around, he found that the students below were particularly restless today, looking out the window frequently.
His face darkened, and he tapped the blackboard with the eraser. "Look outside if there's anything interesting. Have you done all the papers correctly, one by one?"
The student who was yelled at hurriedly lowered his head and stuffed the lost and found notice into his desk pocket. The whole class tacitly left the notice with only the teacher's head in a dark state.
Li Dongming walked outside with a serious face, looked around, and saw nothing. He turned around and felt that he had not assigned enough homework, and all the students were idle.
As he was walking, he seemed to step on something. He lifted his foot and revealed a piece of colored printed paper.
Just as I was about to bend down to pick it up, I heard a commotion coming from the next class, and then I saw Teacher Chen walking out with an angry look on his face.
Li Dongming smiled and greeted, "Teacher Chen, what's wrong? As teachers, we should be patient and not get angry with students. Even if students make mistakes, we should be flexible. Look at me..."
"Get away from me and stop talking nonsense to me." Teacher Chen looked irritable. He was already angry, and he became even angrier when he saw Li Dongming.
"By the way, are you still teaching Class 9 of Grade 2?" He suddenly remembered and squinted at Li Dongming.
"Yes, I teach them biology," Li Dongming said, unperturbed, unable to conceal his pride. "The first and second place biology students in the grade were both taught by me..."
"Take a look for yourself." Teacher Chen interrupted the other person, his ears almost callused from hearing so much.
"What is this?" Li Dongming took the paper that was slapped on his chest, unfolded it, and paused.
For some reason, Teacher Chen suddenly stopped being angry. He calmly looked at the other person's face, which had turned the color of liver.
"Outside the windows, inside the door, every crack is filled with small notes. I remember it seems to be class time now. The students in your class are quite unique."
Irony, this is absolutely ironic.
Li Dongming clenched the lost and found notice in his hand and resisted the urge to turn around and look at the students in the classroom.
He forced a smile and said, "Maybe there's some misunderstanding."
Teacher Chen: "I don't care if it's a misunderstanding or not. I need to talk to the director about this. What happened to this good student?"
Li Dongming grabbed him and said, "Why are you talking to the director? Just talk to the class teacher. The director is so busy, how can he have time to deal with such a trivial matter?"
Teacher Chen looked at him and said, "Let go."
Li Dongming: "Don't be so angry on such a hot day. It's easy to get angry. I have some wild wolfberries here. They're freshly picked from the tree. They're hot and fresh. I'd like you to try some later."
Teacher Chen pulled his sleeve away and said, "I can easily say it, but I'm afraid your student will fill more than one class."
Li Dongming smiled: "It's okay, Zhang Kuo will take care of it."
Teacher Chen was finally coaxed back by him. He lowered his head, moved his feet, and stared at the familiar piece of paper under his feet, his eyes darkening.
He was no longer angry, no longer writing questions, and no longer weak in the knees. He asked the monitor to be responsible for discipline, and during the self-study class, he hurried to the teacher's office.
He wanted to ask how Zhang Kuo managed his students.
As soon as the teacher left, Class 7 erupted in excitement. Students pulled out their crumpled lost and found notices from their desk pockets and asked the people around them, "Have you seen this recorder? It's worth two hundred yuan."
The squad leader coughed twice and gave up when he saw that it didn't work.
Deskmate: “Hey, have you seen it?”
Monitor: “…No.”
He clenched the pen, endured for a moment, and then said, "But I know the model of this recorder."
Li Dongming walked into the office with a stern look on his face. Just as he was about to give Zhang Kuo a lecture, he saw a stack of familiar lost and found notices on Zhang Kuo's desk.
The corner of his eye twitched. "Which teacher came to complain? How many? Have you appeased them all? You must not let the head teacher know about this."
Zhang Kuo, who had been lost in thought, finally came to his senses. "Teacher, what are you complaining about?"
Li Dongming: "Don't pretend, I received it in Class 7. Here you go."
He threw what he was holding in front of Zhang Kuo.
Familiar paper, familiar words, familiar pictures.
Zhang Kuo asked absentmindedly, "Is there one in the classroom too?"
Li Dongming suddenly realized something was wrong and was hoping for a lucky break. "That's what I'm asking. If the thing on your desk wasn't sent by another teacher, where did you get it from?"
Zhang Kuo pointed at the office door and then at the window, "Through any gap you see."
Li Dongming: “…”
He opened his mouth to say something, but Zhang Kuo interrupted him.
"Don't talk, I'm thinking."
On the other side, Jiang Qing was completely unaware of her teacher's confused mentality. At this moment, she was holding the lost and found notice and looking at the girl walking straight towards her, and she was at a loss.
A head of bold misty blue curly hair fluttered behind her head. The girl wore a white silk shirt on the upper body, black straight-leg pants on the lower body, and a pair of oversized sunglasses on her face.
She was dressed simply and wore no makeup, but she looked inexplicably refined and noble.
The girl stood in front of her, took off her sunglasses, revealing her bright face, and stretched out her hand.
"Meet me, Mina."
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