Surprise! Whose little green tea is 1.9 meters tall?

Recently, the person who has changed the most has to be Song Xulin.

I don’t know what the head teacher said to him in the office, but this guy turned over a new leaf and actually started studying seriously!

Besides, the Mid-Autumn Festival holiday is almost here, and I don’t show any signs of giving up.

During the self-study period, Song Xulin sat next to Chi Qinghe, lazily holding his chin and complaining.

"Why can't I sign up for a program in my senior year? I worked so hard to learn how to play the guitar."

He rummaged around under the table with ease, grabbed a small pudding, and stuffed it into his mouth, saying angrily, "Also...why is this guy allowed to be the host! Isn't he also a senior in high school? Now, every time I think about him skipping class to use rehearsal as an excuse, I feel bad!"

"The host of every year's Mid-Autumn Festival Gala is selected through an open audition of students. I've seen the data and comments, and you are not much different from him." Chi Qinghe comforted.

Song Xulin stuffed another handful of candy into his mouth, his teeth biting through the hard candy coating, making a crunching sound. "He just has the halo of being the top student in the grade, right? I'll have it too soon! Then I'll have the votes to crush him! Humph!"

After he finished speaking, he sat up straight, put his glasses back on, growled, encouraged himself, and continued to look at the wrong questions.

Seeing how motivated he was, Chi Qinghe silently swallowed the thought that he would graduate the following year and there would be no party for him to host.

Probably because the Mid-Autumn Festival Gala was approaching, I could occasionally hear the faint sounds of rehearsal while leaning on the railing in the aisle after class.

Song Xulin was also a person who refused to give up. After dinner, he pulled him to the empty rehearsal room.

I don't know where this kid got the guitar from, but by the time he was pushed into his seat, he was already sitting by the windowsill on the first floor.

He put his long legs up and down, imitating the "pretentious" posture of the male protagonist in the comics, and his fingertips slid down, plucking the strings unexpectedly.

I have to admit that the picture in front of me is very beautiful——

The orange sunset, the boy sitting by the window singing and playing the guitar, the modified black guitar, and the beige curtains ruffled by the wind...

This is a picture that is even more beautiful than a cartoon.

But it really tortured his ears!

Not a single note is in tune!

And he really wanted to know how the six strings of the guitar made the sound of sawing wood!

"How can I put it, the most handsome man in the attached middle school has such charm!"

As soon as Song Xulin spoke, all the beautiful things that had just happened disappeared in an instant like a dream.

Chi Qinghe clapped soullessly, "It looks great."

"Looks good? Shouldn't I say sounds good?"

Chi Qinghe: "..."

He didn't want to lie to the child against his conscience.

Song Xulin was still looking at him, desperately wanting an answer.

"Haha, that's pretty good."

My heart aches...

"I knew it!"

Song Xulin was happy and was about to walk out with his guitar in his arms. Chi Qinghe quickly stopped him and asked, "Where are you going?"

"Battle, I've already found out. There are two people singing and playing guitar at this party. Since I can't go on stage, they can't expect to survive!"

Chi Qinghe Momo tightened his grip, fearing that Song Xulin would suddenly break free and run to the professional musicians to start a tirade. "Let's just... stop it."

"why?"

Song Xulin admired Chi Qinghe's hesitant look and suddenly raised his eyebrows.

"Are you still lying to me?"

Chi Qinghe was stunned for a moment, but soon realized that he had been tricked by this kid, and he chuckled and shook his head.

"Feel sorry."

"I know my own weight." Song Xulin shrugged, put the guitar back into the bag and put it on his back.

"Come on, let's go check out Cookie's rehearsal. He hasn't been back all afternoon, and I want to see what he's up to."

It has always been recognized that Gong Huasui is very popular in school. He is handsome, has good grades, and his family is very wealthy. Almost everyone who sees him is inevitably attracted by such a sunny and superior young man.

But never before has a moment been so concrete.

Before they even reached the auditorium, they were stunned by the huge crowd at the door.

Song Xulin craned his neck to peer inside. "These are all the younger students who came to watch Gong Huasui rehearse. Do they have too little homework? Why are they all crowded in here... Chi Qinghe, hurry up and let's rush in."

He patted to the side, but found nothing. "Hey, where's the person? He was here just now."

I looked around but couldn't find anyone.

At this moment, Chi Qinghe was grabbing a girl's collar and walking towards the corner with an expressionless face.

The girl hurriedly threw the small sealed bag in her sleeve into the grass, and wiped off the powder that accidentally got on her fingertips. After dealing with all the evidence, she still couldn't hide her panic on her face.

Seeing that the surrounding environment was becoming more and more extreme, she stiffened her neck and uttered harsh words.

"Let me go! Believe it or not, I'll call for help!"

Chi Qinghe was unusually rude. He threw the girl to the corner. The girl groaned from the impact and cursed Chi Qinghe's ancestors for eighteen generations.

"I'm telling you, idiot, I have someone protecting me. If you dare to touch a hair on my head, I'll chop you to death after school! What a piece of shit, CNM! CNM!"

Chi Qinghe stared nonchalantly at the white powder between the girl's fingernails. "You can try and see if the person you're looking for arrives first, or the police."

His tall figure and eyes were so cold that they almost solidified into a tangible coldness, which could easily scare girls.

"I don't understand what you are saying. Why are you calling the police? I haven't committed any crime!" The girl's eyes changed and her voice became louder because of her guilty conscience.

"I just cursed at you a few times, you wouldn't arrest me for that, you lunatic, I've never seen a man as petty as you!"

Chi Qinghe sneered, "Humans have about five million olfactory cells, while dogs, or to be more precise, police dogs, have one to two hundred million, at least forty times as many as humans."

Chi Qinghe narrowed his eyes meaningfully, hooked a black kettle with his index finger and waved it in front of the girl, "In other words, even if I pour out all the water, the drugs inside can still be detected."

He nonchalantly explained to the illiterate person in front of him, "Number 4 heroin is light and fine, dissolves quickly and is absorbed quickly. Even five times the amount of morphine can't compare to it. It can almost be said that you'll be addicted in one go."

With every word Chi Qinghe said, the girl's face turned paler, and obvious fear appeared on her face.

"You...how do you know..."

A hint of loneliness flashed across Chi Qinghe's eyes, but soon a cruel smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"Instead of worrying about that, you should think about how to get yourself out of this. Our country's crackdown on drugs is very strong. With the amount you took, you'll have to spend at least a decade in prison."

As soon as he finished speaking, the campus security guard happened to be patrolling here. He handed over the water bottle and the person smoothly according to the calculated time.

When making a complaint, he pretended to know nothing.

"Uncle, I just saw this guy secretly pouring powder into my tablemate's cup."

The guard was suddenly startled. "Pink? What kind?"

"I don't know. It's just white and melts as soon as it touches water."

As soon as Chi Qinghe said this, the girl couldn't hold it anymore and jumped out to curse at him, her long nails almost scratching his face.

"You farted, you just..."

As she was speaking, she suddenly froze again. It was obvious that she knew she couldn't say the rest of the words.

But Chi Qinghe had no intention of letting her go.

He took two steps back, looked at her, and pretended to recall, "Just now? Oh, I remember now."

He looked at the guard and said seriously, "She just accidentally let something slip. It seemed like it was heroin, but then she said it wasn't."

When the word "heroin" came out, the guards no longer dared to simply classify the incident as school bullying. They quickly subdued the girl and took away the water bottle.

"Student, we will send this water for testing. Once the specific results come out, we will notify you."

"Thanks for your hard work."

Chi Qinghe stood there and watched the guards take the girl away quickly.

After their figures completely disappeared from sight, the bracelet on his left wrist shone brightly, and there was an extra thousand yuan in his pocket.

"Host, this random mission arrived just in time." 4011 reappeared, sitting on the boy's shoulder.

【As expected. 】

【? 】

Chi Qinghe walked towards the classroom with the potato chips. [I met that girl once before at the casserole porridge shop. She took off her makeup today, so it's really hard to recognize her.]

[Host... I don't understand. We only encountered each other once, and yet you've already predicted this?]

[It's not really prediction, it's intuition, plus a little bit of... technology.]

4011 is even more confused. [Technological means?]

[Although this approach is somewhat unethical, it works.] Chi Qinghe said indifferently.

[When they scanned the QR code, I planted a virus on their phones, allowing me to monitor their chat history with Chen Yao in real time. It's quite interesting. I'll show it to you someday.]