Mao Xianzhi paused, his hand holding the mouse pausing, and looked toward the student at his desk in the direction of the sound.
A cocky, thug's voice followed: "Boss Shen is so generous!"
The parents finally realized whose overly familiar voice it was, but Shen Huai had already realized the content of the recording, and his face turned pale instantly.
"I refuse to believe that a dozen or so people here can't teach him a lesson!"
"You won't be responsible if we get killed here!"
Ji Li turned off the speakerphone, put the phone back in his pocket, and asked in the silence of the room, "Teacher, is the meeting still going on?"
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The students of Class 1 of the Arts Department did not see what happened afterward, because they were all kicked out of their teacher's office after that one question.
Ji Li was walking at the very back when he was called back just as he was about to step out of the office: "By the way."
He turned his head.
Mao Xianzhi stared at his pocket: "If I remember correctly, the school doesn't allow cell phones."
"Well……"
"Not planning to hand it in?"
Ji Li paused for two seconds: "If I remember correctly, you said before that it's not officially the start of the semester yet."
"Well……"
"It wasn't exactly a regular evening study session."
"Well……"
"No need to rush to do practice problems and study."
Mao Xianzhi couldn't help but laugh out loud: "Are you trying to give me sophistry?"
Ji Li said, "It's to save you trouble."
"Tomorrow is the opening ceremony. After tomorrow, don't let me see any electronic products, and don't let anyone else see them." Mao Xianzhi glanced at the mother and son standing frozen in place, their embarrassment almost tangible, and waved his hand at him, "Get out."
As soon as Ji Li left the office, he was met with a row of intense gazes.
Ye Ruhui put his hands behind his head and said, "Squad leader, I didn't realize that."
Cui Zhuoyue played with her fingers: "I knew someone who could get first place for an entire school year couldn't possibly just be a bookworm."
Wu Yiqing pushed up her glasses: "Class monitor, can I add you on WeChat?"
Before Ji Li could speak, someone suddenly called out from behind him.
Ying Yunsheng caught up with them at some point and called out again, "Ji Li."
The light bulbs in the hallway weren't very bright. He stood on the top step, the zipper of his school uniform was loose, and the scratches from the tiles on his shoulders and neck were still there. His canvas shoes had faded from washing, but his cheeks were faintly outlined by the light.
"You previously said that you didn't set off the sirens."
Ji Li looked at him for a few seconds and asked, "Did you get a tetanus shot?"
Ying Yunsheng: "The sirens that day..."
Did you get a tetanus shot?
"you……"
"Did you get the shot?"
“Uh…” Cui Zhuoyue suddenly stopped looking at her fingers and stared at the two people facing each other with her head tilted back. Her eyes were fixed on them, and her gaze began to burn. She even had a slight urge to take out her phone, which she had secretly stuffed into her pocket, to take a picture.
A note from the author:
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Snack box
Ye Ruhui was already starting to think about what he would do if the two of them started fighting later.
Ying Yunsheng remained silent for a long time before finally replying with a defeated syllable: "Hmm."
Ji Li nodded: "Then let's go back to class."
Ying Yunsheng wasn't swayed at all: "Sirens."
"What's wrong?"
Ying Yunsheng frowned and changed the subject: "Why did you go to that alley that day?"
"We ate at a restaurant that someone else booked."
"Then why are you stopping there and not moving?"
"If you're not finished playing the game, it's easy to get into an accident while walking."
"Then why is there a recording?"
"The screen recording picked up the audio just now." Ji Li chuckled. "Want to see the full version of the Dou Dizhu video?"
Ying Yunsheng stared at him.
Are there any other questions?
Ying Yunsheng pressed his lips down and remained silent.
Ji Li then said, "If there are no other questions, I'll head back now."
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At 10 p.m. sharp, Mao Xianzhi appeared in the classroom again and ended the evening self-study session early, claiming that he was giving them time because they would be moving to new dormitories after class.
The gratitude shown to him lasted until half a minute after he finished speaking. Cheers erupted from the next classroom, the classroom two classrooms away, and the classroom two classrooms away, announcing that the entire grade would be dismissed early for evening self-study today.
First-year high school students are required to live on campus, and the entire dormitory building is for their use. However, starting from the second year of high school, students can choose to commute from home. Only a minority of them will continue to live on campus. In addition, students may change classmates, roommates, or even the dormitory building they live in, so everything feels new and unfamiliar from top to bottom.
Room 424 in Building 6 is adjacent to the corridor and terrace, with a bunk bed and a desk underneath, and the cold air from the air conditioner fills the entire room.
Ye Ruhui was sweating profusely from moving things. He pulled up a chair and sat right in front of the air conditioner vent, sharing with his new roommate what he had seen in the office not long ago: "The classmate who was wrongly accused was about to cry, and in the blink of an eye, our class monitor reached into his pocket and pulled out the Moonlight Box—"
Ji Li pushed open the door and walked in carrying a suitcase.
There are already two people in the dormitory: Ye Ruhui and Jian Mingyuan.
Upon seeing the person, he immediately stood up from his chair and excitedly greeted him: "Academic genius!"
Ji Li hummed in agreement, placed the box on the only still empty table, and prepared to move the rest of the items.
As soon as I stepped out, I came face to face with the luggage piled up at the dormitory entrance.
Ji Li stood there, stunned for several seconds, recognizing that all these things were his. From blankets and pillows to extracurricular reading materials, they weighed a good thirty or forty pounds. He carefully packed them up and placed them outside his original dormitory, originally planning to make several trips to bring them over.
The distance between Building 4 and Building 6 is not short, and there are many people coming and going on the road. It's nighttime, and you can't tell who's who unless you look carefully. He never looked back.
So here's the question: how did the item move from the sixth floor of building four to the fourth floor of building six in the blink of an eye?
The hallway was noisy and chaotic. Just then, the fourth roommate dragged his suitcase over. Seeing him standing outside without moving, he cautiously stopped: "Class monitor?"
Ji Li looked at him: "You just came from the fourth dormitory building?"
Zhu Yi: "Is that right?"
"Did you see who moved these things over here?"
Zhu Yi clearly misunderstood him: "Did someone put the wrong dormitory number here? It's okay, he'll come and take it away when he realizes it's wrong, don't worry about it."
Seeing that he still hadn't moved, she couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong?"
Ji Li paused for two seconds: "It's nothing."
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The day after we moved into our dorms was the opening ceremony.
Ye Ruhui yawned repeatedly as he walked from the front to the back of the line, counting the number of people. He counted several times: "Fifty-three, fifty-four... How many people are in our class again?"
Zhu Yi, who was standing next to him, whispered a reminder: "Fifty-five."
“Then one is missing.” Ye Ruhui had just reached this conclusion a second ago, but the next second his brows furrowed. “How am I supposed to know who’s in our class, how am I supposed to find out who’s missing?”
Zhu Yi tried to suggest, "Why don't we ask the class monitor? Maybe Handsome Bro gave him the roster?"
Cui Zhuoyue, who was holding up the class sign next to them, suddenly interjected, "Has the class monitor come by?"
Ye Ruhui peeked back a few times and said, "I understand, the class monitor is leading the way in being late and leaving early..."
"Smack—"
Mao Xianzhi suddenly appeared out of nowhere, wielding a pen and slamming it against his head: "Why did you leave early? Who left early? Did you finish counting the number of people?"
Ye Ruhui shrugged: "Fifty-four."
"Who's missing?"
"Our class monitor, should I nominate him for the student council?"
Mao Xianzhi, holding a folder in his hand, said, "He just asked me for leave. The student council will just let him know when they come over."
Ye Ruhui felt this was unreasonable: "Why is it that my request for leave was rejected, but his was approved?"
“His reason is physical, what’s yours? Severe case of oversleeping syndrome?” Mao Xianzhi pressed him back into the line. “Stand properly and carry the class flag.”
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"The grade head has already looked into the situation. Once the punishment results are in, Shen Huai will receive a demerit and be placed on probation," Teacher Zhang said gently. "Given that it was self-defense, you won't be punished this time, but try not to resort to violence next time. It's best to ask an adult for help."
"Um."
Teacher Zhang recalled the information he had heard from his previous homeroom teacher, and thinking about how he had been "condemned by everyone" last night, he asked with concern, "By the way, have you had breakfast?"
Ying Yunsheng shook his head.
"The opening ceremony will probably last for more than half an hour. What if something happens if you don't eat breakfast? There are some cookies in the teacher's office. I'll go back and get them for you later."
Ying Yunsheng gently tugged at the bag in her arm, his humble and submissive demeanor quite endearing: "It's alright, no need to trouble yourself."