After sending the video and diary, Zhuang Li checked the student files again, but still couldn't find any student named "Ming" in Class A of Grade 3.
He recalled carefully and realized that there were 41 students in Class A in the file, but there were 43 students in the classroom. The two extra students were his lover and his deskmate.
"Could she be a boarding student?" Zhuang Li murmured as he expanded his search, but he couldn't find his lover's information in the boarding student's files.
The two of them seemed to appear out of nowhere.
How could a student come to school without a student record? What would happen to them in the future, like the college entrance exam? How would they go to university? How would they find a job? Even if they wanted to study abroad, they still needed student records.
"Judging from the way he's dressed, his family must be very well-off. They wouldn't even refuse to enroll him in school. There must be some reason I don't know about." Zhuang Li's heart was in his throat. He exited the database and went to the forum.
Perhaps the students' gossip will reveal some truth.
But he tracked the speeches of every student in Class A for three years, but did not find any clues of important value.
Everyone only knew that the two were transfer students who had just transferred here this semester. The shorter one was called Zhong Xingyun. He had a very cheerful personality, but he seldom interacted or played with others. He just hung around his deskmate all day, helping to buy water and food, like a follower.
The tall boy was aloof and withdrawn, never talking to anyone and certainly not participating in group activities. Over a month into the school year, no one knew his name, so they privately nicknamed him "Sleepyhead." He often fell asleep in class, yet the teachers ignored him.
"Zhong Xingyun?" Zhuang Li silently repeated the name while following the clue, but found that the other party was a person who appeared out of nowhere.
Zhuang Li screened the academic records of all the senior high school students in City B and found three Zhong Xingyuns in total, but none of them matched the people in the classroom; there were even fewer children named "Ming", only one, but it was definitely not his lover.
7480 reminded: "Master, please check the Chinese household registration database."
"Too slow, there's no need for that. I'll ask him myself later." Zhuang Li stood up and stretched, then left the computer room slowly. When he reached the teaching building, he ran into Teng Xuan at the corner of the stairs.
This scene was very similar to the moment Zhuang Li opened his eyes that morning. However, Teng Xuan no longer had the high spirits and arrogance, nor did he have the sense of superiority that he had always controlled or even manipulated everything.
When Zhuang Li saw him, he subconsciously took a small step back, then forced himself to stay where he was and asked in a hoarse voice: "Zhuang Li, did you hack into my campus network account?" He did not mention the live broadcast account, for fear that Zhuang Li would go to the live broadcast platform to watch it on a whim.
As someone who monitored Zhuang Li every day, he naturally knew that this person was very secluded. Apart from writing a diary using his campus account, he never participated in any online activities.
Zhuang Li smiled meaningfully: "I don't know what you are talking about." Then he turned and went upstairs.
Teng Xuan couldn't believe this and planned to let Huang Zhe and others 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 the love game. Of course, it is not ruled out that Zhuang Li knew everything but pretended to be ignorant, and then played them in the palm of his hand.
Thinking of this, Teng Xuan was shocked and suddenly felt a little scared.
Zhuang Li is so cunning and scheming, who can outsmart him? Don't let yourself get the upper hand and end up suffering a huge loss.
To play or not to play? Teng Xuan hesitated.
He walked up the stairs step by step, and when he saw the classroom was just around the corner, he finally made up his mind - to play!
If Zhuang Li knew nothing, he would definitely fall for it. Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo were masters of playing with people's emotions and would definitely drive Zhuang Li into the abyss of despair.
If Zhuang Li knew everything, he could only retaliate against those two people, and it had nothing to do with him.
With this thought, Teng Xuan finally let go of the heavy stone in his heart and slowly walked into the classroom. Then he froze, a bone-chilling chill sweeping over him, bringing him back to the cruel reality. Everyone was looking at him, their eyes filled with mockery, sympathy, and contempt.
He had almost forgotten that not long ago, his dignity, his pride, his glory, had all been stripped away by Zhuang Li. Now he was a loser who cried when he couldn't stand losing, a loser who could only succeed by being accommodated by others, and a clown without any self-awareness.
Realizing that his image had become so terrible, Teng Xuan's straight back collapsed in an instant.
For the first time, he felt ashamed and wanted to dig a hole in the ground and crawl into it.
He almost walked back to his seat hesitantly. Just as he sat down, he heard Huang Zhe's grinning voice behind him: "Oh my God, Xuanzi, you couldn't beat Zhuang Li in the exam and you actually went to your stepmother to cry. Hahahaha, I almost died of laughter! You are so resourceful!"
Huang Zhe was a typical playboy, knowing nothing about anything except eating, drinking, and having fun. His self-esteem and moral sense were pitifully low. In his opinion, there was nothing wrong with Teng Xuan asking Zhuang Xin to suppress Zhuang Li. As long as they could win, the means didn't matter.
He is a real villain, but Teng Xuan is a hypocrite. For a hypocrite, face and dignity are the most important.
Teng Xuan not only wanted to win, but also to win beautifully. But now he lost, and lost so badly, the pain for him was no less than being tortured in public.
His face twisted for a moment, but when he turned back he smiled very gently, deliberately inviting: "Are you still playing that game?"
Xiu Yue glanced at him and suddenly asked, "Weren't you the one who posted that video and diary just now? Did Hong Falcon hack into our account?"
Teng Xuan: "...Yes. Did you figure it out?"
Xiu Yue: "You're not that stupid."
Teng Xuan, who had done all the stupid things, said: "..."
He always felt that he was being implicated.
Xiu Yue: "No more games, let's find Hong Kuang first. If he dares to mess with me, he'll be ready to die!"
Hong Xuan himself, Teng Xuan: "..."
Huang Zhe refused to give in and protested, "Play, play, play, I must play! It's the most exciting to play with someone like Zhuang Li who has some ability and a bit of arrogance. You don't understand what it's like! Yi Bo, do you want to play?"
"I want to play too. Zhuang Li is actually quite pretty, and it would be worth it to sleep with him. After we have sex with him, we will take photos and videos as evidence. If you lose, you have to give me your new sports car." Fang Yi Bo turned around and high-fived Huang Zhe.
He is a student with sports expertise. He doesn't like to use his brain, but he has strong limbs, a hot temper, and likes to play exciting games.
Huang Zhe jokingly said, "What if we all succeed?"
"Whoever succeeds first wins. If both of us succeed, it proves that Zhuang Li is not a good person. We can threaten him with photos and videos and make him be our slave. When we get tired of playing with him, we can throw him away and we won't suffer any loss." Fang Yi Bo rubbed his hands excitedly.
Just as Teng Xuan expected, the two hit it off immediately.
Xiu Yue seemed accustomed to this internal division, and after exchanging a glance with Teng Xuan, he acquiesced. Faced with uncertainty, the two of them would always step aside, allowing Huang Zhe and Fang Yibo to take the reins.
While the group of four was whispering, Zhuang Li had already packed up his things, moved his desk off the podium, walked across the long aisle, and headed towards the last row.
Everyone was looking at him, but no one dared to speak to him. Even the girls who had previously hated him with all their might now kept their mouths shut.
Watching a video and facing a real person are two completely different feelings.
In the past, Zhuang Li always lowered his head to avoid others' gaze, like a shadow that existed but was not seen. But now, with his chin slightly raised, his red lips pursed, and his narrow eyes casually scanning the audience, his temperament was surprisingly sharp.
He doesn't even give face to Teng Xuan's father, so who else would he be afraid of?
He had been saying that morning, "Without me, Teng Xuan, you're nothing." By the afternoon, Teng Xuan truly was nothing. His aggressiveness and vengefulness were too strong, and his ability to act was unparalleled.
Zhong Xingyun lay on the table and whispered to Si Ming, "This kid is a wolf that has strayed into a flock of sheep. The days ahead will be fun!"
Si Ming was still sleeping soundly with his head covered.
Zhong Xingyun covered his mouth and laughed, but then he froze because Zhuang Li moved the table straight up to him and said politely but firmly, "Classmate, can you give me this seat? There's an empty seat in the next row. Can you sit there?"
"Do you want to switch places with me?" Zhong Xingyun repeated blankly.
"To be exact, I want to sit at the same table with this classmate." Zhuang Li pouted at Si Ming who was "soundly sleeping".
"You want to be his deskmate?" Zhong Xingyun slowed down his speech, pointed at Zhuang Li, then at Si Ming, and confirmed again in disbelief.
What happened to the saying that autistic children are unwelcome?
"Yes. Can you give me your seat?" Zhuang Li asked patiently.
Zhong Xingyun finally came to his senses and shook the "soundly asleep" person repeatedly, shouting anxiously: "Wake up, wake up, someone wants to switch places with me!"
Si Ming froze for a long time before taking off his coat. He glared at Zhong Xingyun fiercely. When he looked at the little curly-haired boy, his pupils trembled slightly. He was actually a little scared, but he growled in the most impatient tone: "What are you arguing about? Can't you see I'm sleeping? It's none of my business if I want to switch seats with you!"
After saying this, he crossed his arms over his chest and glared at everyone around him who was watching the fun.
No one knows much about this "Sleeping God". They only vaguely know that his family background seems to be more prominent than Xiu Yue's.
Xiu Yue is already a figure at the top of the pyramid. The only ones with a higher status than him are those families in the clouds.
Therefore, facing the tall boy's unfriendly gaze, this group of arrogant children actually lowered their heads and avoided him. No one dared to confront him head-on.
Zhong Xingyun knew Si Ming too well. If anyone outside of him wanted to sit with him, he would just yell "Get lost!"
But now, he seemed very impatient, with a vicious expression, but he said, "It's none of my business."
Could the meaning of this sentence be more obvious? Zhuang Li wanted to sit with him, and after going through so much trouble, he actually agreed! He didn't dare to throw the word "get out" in Zhuang Li's face!
This guy who has beauty but no friends! I owe you!
Zhong Xingyun was both angry and amused. He looked at Si Ming deeply, then stood up and moved his own table.
As he bent down, he heard Si Ming sigh with relief. This guy was so nervous he was holding his breath, worried that he wouldn't give up his position to Zhuang Li! He's a good brother who's been through thick and thin with him! Fuck you!
After Zhong Xingyun moved out, Zhuang Li immediately placed his desk next to his lover's desk and ordered as a matter of course: "I'll move the chairs. Please help me tidy up the books on the table. It's about to collapse." After that, he turned and walked towards the podium.
Zhong Xingyun immediately turned around to look, and saw that the repressed little Si Ming was helping Zhuang Li stack the fallen books again, gesturing with his two big hands back and forth, left and right, for fear that they would not be stacked neatly.
Fuck you! I've taken care of you for three years, and have you ever poured me a glass of water? Zhong Xingyun was filled with grief and indignation.
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