In mid-air, Bu Zhaozhao frowned slightly. She instinctively disliked these ignorant children, but after a moment, she developed a strange emotion.
"Where did they get the information?"
She looked at Chen Qing and saw his frown.
"I don't know..." Chen Qing muttered, with the same confused expression. He turned to look at the classmates around him. It seemed that everyone was talking about something in a low voice, making the atmosphere on the entire campus particularly gloomy.
Fortunately, nothing happened in the morning's campus life. Although the class was still dull and people still fell asleep on the desks, at least nothing happened.
Chen Qing slept for two classes and his mind became a little groggy. He shook his head and woke up during the second class with his eyes swollen.
"Wow... I knew I wouldn't come... It's so uncomfortable to sleep." He whispered, turning his head to find Bu Zhaozhao in mid-air.
"You kids these days..." She looked at Chen Qing and rubbed his eyes, her voice a little helpless and a bit resentful: "In our days, being able to go to school was worth hanging up with firecrackers."
"Times have changed."
"But people never change." Bu Zhaozhao smiled, thinking back to the past.
She looked at herself sitting by the window, her partner beside her nodding sleepily.
She looked out the window as the youths of the June 5th Movement passed by shouting slogans. She looked up at the blackboard. She could no longer remember what was written on the blackboard.
She only remembered that after that day, there were fewer and fewer people in the class, until one day, her idle partner stood upright in front of her and said to her: "I won't come tomorrow either."
Bu Zhaozhao looked at him curiously, as if he had just met him today.
"I will join the uprising tomorrow..."
She looked at these contemporary people, how were they different? They were just born in a different era.
Just as she was thinking, the sound of words coming from beside her brought her thoughts back.
She looked at Chen Qing, and several classmates walked up to him. They watched Chen Qing wake up, handed the homework in his hands to his desk, and asked curiously: "You were taken away by the police yesterday? Did they take you to do it?" What?"
"I didn't do anything." Chen Qing was stunned when he heard their questions: "Why are you asking me this all of a sudden?"
The few people looked at each other. The leading girl obviously didn't believe it. She shook her head, explained and continued to ask: "We heard that many people died at the police station in the city yesterday? Did you go there yesterday?"
He was stunned: "Where did you hear this?"
"You don't know?" But those students were stunned.
"I don't know, what happened." Chen Qing's expression became even more sluggish.
"Now it has spread on the Internet, but if you post it and delete it, we can only see some relevant content on the forum here."
He covered his forehead, feeling a little painful between his brows: "So... someone posted this information online?"
They nodded and looked expectantly: "Is it true?"
He nodded and sighed again: "That's right, there are some things I can't tell you."
After hearing Chen Qing's admission, the students looked at each other with admiration in their eyes.
"Is there anything else on the Internet?"
"On the Internet..." The girl thought for a while and then replied: "Oh! The Internet also said that if you receive the photo, something unfortunate will happen! You must pass it on to the next person as soon as possible!"
He frowned: "What the hell is this? Such nonsense information."
Seeing that Chen Qing didn't believe it, the remaining two people seemed to want to say something more, but before the words could be spoken, a scream mixed with grief rang out throughout the school.
The sound covered several floors and caused students in the classroom to gather in the corridor.
"Hey! What's going on! What happened!"
"I don't know! Hey, don't squeeze me! I can't get in from the front!"
"I heard that someone died in front... Stop pushing! The teacher is out!"
The group of students were crowded in the corridor less than two meters wide, and the large number of people talking made the air a little depressing.
In the classroom, Chen Qing's brows had furrowed deeper with the sounds in the corridor.
He looked up and saw that the students just now had disappeared.
Only when you look carefully into the corridor can you see their traces.
However, they could only stop at the door of their class and could not take a step forward.
"What's going on?" Beside Chen Qing, Bu Zhaozhao also frowned.
"Are you going to take a look?" He took out his mobile phone and entered Jiang Wan's number.
"good."
The moment she left, Jiang Wan yawned on the other end of the phone. There were noisy sounds around her, as if there was a meeting in the police station.
"What's wrong?" She sounded a little anxious.
"It seems like something happened in our school."
"Something happened?"
He looked up at the corridor with a worried look: "Hurry up and help notify the school so that they don't have contact with me anymore. Oh!" Chen Qing patted his forehead and then remembered that he seemed to have a precedent: "You tell them! Let me handle this!"
"What happened to you?"
"I don't know... the crowd is too dense now, I haven't squeezed in yet."
On the other end of the phone, Jiang Wan's voice disappeared for a while.
"Okay, I've informed your school leaders, you can go directly."
"Thanks."
Jiang Wan laughed and seemed to relax a little: "Stop barking and get busy."
He hung up the phone and his eyes became solemn at this moment. He saw Bu Zhaozhao floating back, his face full of solemn expression.
"Dead people."
"He did it?"
Bu Zhaozhao was silent for a while.
"Um."
He took a deep breath, rubbed his sore eyebrows, pushed away the table and chair and walked towards the corridor.
"Get out of the way! All students go back to the classroom! Do you hear me clearly! Everyone go back to the classroom!"
As soon as Chen Qing took a few steps, the teachers in the corridor started shouting. He went against the flow of people and stepped onto the corridor after all the students entered the classroom.
"Hey! What are you doing out here! Go back to the classroom for self-study!"
The corridor was already filled with dozens of teachers of this age or other grades.
Each of them stood at a door and guarded each classroom tightly.
They looked at Chen Qing's walking figure and yelled loudly.
Chen Qing couldn't even tell whose mouth the scolding just came from, and he didn't know who was in charge at the moment.
He could only shake his head, let go of his voice and said to the person in front of him: "The police should have contacted the person in charge of our school. I will be responsible for the on-site investigation of this case. At the same time, when the police station arrived here Before, I would have had all the permissions.”
The words in his mouth made the teachers laugh sarcastically. Looking at the serious expressions on their faces, their tone became much better: "Don't be ridiculous. Is this something you, a student, can be responsible for? Go back quickly."
They were still blocking him, which made Chen Qing look a little worried.
He called again, but looking at the number on Chen Qing's phone, the teachers had no intention of listening.
"Stop being ridiculous! Who knows who you called! Are the police out of their minds?! Let a student like you handle this case!
Why can you handle it? "
Behind Chen Qing, discussions in the class also started.
"Hey... let me just say that this kid is not very smart, okay? Otherwise, how could he be here for only a few days in one semester?"
"I also think...he won't be a chuunibyou."
"But... when you look at him like that, it feels like something serious."
"Tch, you can't pretend to be someone else! Come back quickly! Don't delay the teacher's work!"
But while they were scolding Chen Qing, and while the classmates in the class were besieging the boy, the senior grade team leader was already trotting all the way, his face and lips turned white as he ran, hurriedly running, spilling his sweat on the corridor , spilled in front of Chen Qing’s class.
"You...can you really handle it?" He looked at Chen Qing and guessed why these teachers were stopping him.
He stared into Chen Qing's eyes with a serious expression: "Why did the police make this call for you!"
But when he listened, he shook his head disapprovingly.
"It's not for me. It's for you."
He said softly. At this moment, the class behind him fell silent, and the teacher in front of him made way.
He walked all the way to the end, and a wave of exclamations erupted in the classroom behind him.
"Fuck! Fuck, he really went!"
"No! What happened? Why is it so special?"
"Tch...he has a point...he got acquainted with the police from somewhere...just go and help first."
"That's not right...but he clearly called specifically to ask him to take responsibility."
At this moment, the discussion in the classroom could not stop.
But they discussed it for a long time, but they still didn't know what happened at the end of the corridor.
As he walked forward, he could hear the teacher's voice in the classroom.
From serious warnings: warning them not to spread rumors, to gentle reassurances, telling them that nothing serious happened.
Then to the last class, the people in that class were deathly silent.
"She's dead...she's dead!"
In the classroom, someone's legs were trembling, his feet kept tapping on the ground, and he murmured: "It was me... No! It wasn't me who killed her..."
In that classroom, someone looked pale and as silent as a dead person.
They saw Chen Qing's figure walking by the window, but they were unable to turn their heads. They just followed his steps for a moment after he came into view.
He reached the end, and after passing the classroom, he saw the tragic scene at the water boiler.
