Chapter 368 How many people can be crushed to death by lying down at a height of one hundred years
82% of the lamps in Upper City were lit up, and the great artificial sunlight shone through the tall campus trees onto the wide playground. The grand scene of the martial arts examination was dazzling.
The arena was set up in the center of the campus and was surrounded by excited students.
Students from various universities and colleges wore colorful martial arts uniforms, and looked nervous and excited, as if the air was filled with the smell of fighting spirit and competition.
Various well-dressed dignitaries were invited to visit, and cameras surrounded them like guns and cannons.
There were many parents of students around, and the police and the inspection department also changed into casual clothes and mixed in with the crowd, feeling the festive hustle and bustle together.
The entire No. 8 Middle School seems to be shrouded in a warm, high-spirited and positive atmosphere.
There was a depressing atmosphere in the girls' dormitory.
Xiaojuan's bed was empty and the quilt was neatly folded, as if she had never slept here.
Zhang Liyou stood beside the bed, stroking Xiaojuan's pillow with trembling fingers, feeling a chill in her heart.
"Where did Xiaojuan go last night?"
Cui Cui sat on her bed, her brows furrowed, and there was a hint of uneasiness in her tone.
Zhang Liyou did not answer, but glanced at Feng Yuhuai out of the corner of her eye.
Feng Yuhuai was sitting in front of the mirror combing her hair. Her long hair was like a waterfall, and she looked elegant and had an otherworldly temperament.
Her expression was calm, with even a hint of sadness between her brows, as if she was also worried about where Xiaojuan had gone.
"Yuhuai, do you think something has happened to Xiaojuan? Will she end up like Yazhi..."
Cui Cui suddenly asked, with a hint of trembling in her voice.
Feng Yuhuai put down the comb, turned around, and looked at her with a trace of concern: "We searched the dormitory building thoroughly. Although we didn't find Xiaojuan, we didn't find any blood either. So, let's not scare ourselves. Xiaojuan might have gone out because of something at night, but she didn't have time to tell us."
Feng Yuhuai tried to comfort Cuicui, but the sadness on Cuicui's face did not diminish at all. She sighed helplessly:
"How about I go with you to ask the class teacher?"
Zhang Liyou stood by silently, but when the two of them went out, she also changed her shoes and followed them out.
A quarter of an hour later.
The head teacher sat behind his desk with his hands folded and his knuckles white.
The head teacher replied calmly, "I know. You don't have to worry. Something happened at Xiaojuan's home. She went home last night."
Zhang Liyu's pupils trembled violently, her lips were tightly pursed into a pale line, and even her breathing seemed to have stopped.
The memories of last night came flooding back to her, and she pinched her palm subconsciously. The sharp pain reminded her that she was not seeing a ghost.
Cuicui usually behaved boldly, but at this moment, she showed a completely different level of sensitivity. She shook her head and said, "Impossible. I asked the dormitory manager, and she didn't get up to open the door last night. Besides, I checked Xiaojuan's closet. She couldn't go out in her pajamas in the middle of the night, right?"
The atmosphere in the office suddenly became gloomy, and the air seemed to freeze.
The head teacher's face suddenly turned dark, with an indescribable chill.
He stared at Xiaojuan coldly, "Do you think the teacher would lie to you?"
"I...I didn't mean that!"
Cuicui couldn't help but speak, her voice trembling, as if she had mustered up great courage.
"I'm just worried about Xiaojuan... After all, the murderer who killed Yazhi might still be hiding in the school..."
“That’s enough!”
The head teacher interrupted Cui Cui with a cold shout, and said in an unquestionable tone: "The school will handle this matter. Don't ask too many questions, and don't go out and talk nonsense. Especially now, the school is holding a martial arts competition, and there must be no chaos."
The head teacher paused, then turned to look at Feng Yuhuai, and said with a slightly relieved expression:
"Feng Yuhuai, since you have finally made it to the finals, you must seize every moment to prepare for the competition. Don't fool around with them. This is a rare opportunity for you, do you understand?"
Then, the head teacher looked at Cuicui who seemed unconvinced and snorted:
"And you, you were eliminated in the second round of the martial arts exam this time. When you go back, focus on your training and stop thinking about these trivial things. Be careful not to be kicked out of the key martial arts class in the final exam."
Cui Cui widened her eyes, stubbornness and anger flashing in them, and opened her mouth to retort.
Behind her, Zhang Liyu grabbed Cuicui's wrist and shook her head gently at her.
Cui Cui felt depressed and had no way to vent, so she had to grit her teeth and swallow back the rebuttal.
She was unwilling, but had no choice but to let Zhang Liyu pull her out of the office.
Feng Yuhuai remained silent, and his footsteps were so light that they were almost inaudible.
She lowered her head, and her long black hair covered half of her face like a curtain, making her expression hidden in the shadows and difficult to see clearly.
She did not interrupt or express her opinion, but just followed the two of them quietly, like a quiet shadow, silently.
When he was about to reach the stairs, Feng Yuhuai turned his head slightly and looked back.
I saw the head teacher walking out of the office quickly, holding a thick folder. He looked a little hurried, with his brows slightly furrowed, as if he was thinking about something.
His footsteps were hurried, and the friction between the soles of his shoes and the tiles made a slight sound, which was particularly harsh in the silent corridor.
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Feng Yuhuai watched his figure disappear behind the door of the dean's office next door. He closed the door with a dull "click".
Feng Yuhuai withdrew her gaze, tilted her head slightly, and then the corners of her mouth slowly curled up in a faint arc.
The windows of the dean's office were closed, and the air conditioner made a low hum, the cold air mixed with the stale smell of the sandalwood desk.
The head teacher stood in front of his desk and reported the matter briefly.
After hearing this, the dean remained calm and took off his gold-rimmed glasses slowly.
He took off his glasses very slowly, and the temples made a slight friction sound as they brushed across his temples, like a knife scraping across joints.
“Another one,”
The dean blew a breath on the mirror, and the flannel made a sticky hissing sound when it rubbed across the mirror.
“This is the fourth one in the past two days.”
The head teacher's Adam's apple slid: "What?"
The dean of studies coughed, then coughed lightly, and put on his glasses again. His eyes were like a deep pool covered with fog:
"Nothing. I mean you handled it very well. If another student asks you about it, just say the same thing."
The head teacher nodded, hesitated for a moment, and lowered his voice: "The students are easy to deal with, but the parents are...
"Let's just say I was kept in school to prepare for the martial arts tournament."
The dean interrupted, "It doesn't matter if the excuse is lame, as long as we can drag it out for two days and the martial arts joint exam is successfully completed." The head teacher nodded in understanding, but still said with a little concern:
The head teacher understood, but still a little worried, and said in an almost inaudible voice: "In this case, the missing students may be..."
The dean raised his hand to stop him from speaking. He stood up, walked to the window and pulled open the heavy curtains.
The "sunshine" poured in, but it couldn't dispel the coldness in the room.
He stared at the stone tablet standing in front of the teaching building, on which was engraved the founding date of the school.
The festive banners fluttered in the wind, the bright red silk cloth flapped on the stone tablet, and the two large gold-plated characters "No. 8 Middle School" were shining brightly.
However, the shadow of the stone tablet was very long, as if it was lying down at a height of a hundred years, silently covering the entire campus.
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(End of this chapter)
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