what's in the depths

Late self-study, hated when I was in school, and a course I missed after graduation.

The eager students used the short three hours to write four or five sets of mock papers, and the pen tip scratched the paper, as if it was about to catch fire.

A countdown to the college entrance examination is hung on a corner of the blackboard. As the number decreases, this war without gunpowder is gradually approaching.

But for the students of Chongwen Middle School, whether the number on the countdown board is "365" or "1", it will not have any impact on their current life.

Chongwen Middle School, a local private middle school, accepts students from wealthy families with mediocre grades. They are allowed to stay in school for three years, go abroad for gold plating after graduation, and finally return to China as "sea turtles" to inherit the family business , so learning this kind of thing is a waste of time for them.

According to the usual evening self-study, the sub-subject teacher supervises the class as usual, and the students below also sleep, chat or read comic novels as usual.

The young art teacher was sitting on the podium holding her notebook and writing danmei novels, and looked up at the students below from time to time.

It's not to see who is violating discipline, but to see if any students have discovered her special habit.

Fortunately, most of them are sleeping, very quiet.

Occasionally, a few comic book readers let out a little smirk.

"Students who are reading comics in the back should keep their voices down, so as not to disturb the students who are sleeping in front." The art teacher made a gesture of "silence".

An hour later, the teacher stretched his waist, looked at this group of energetic children, and couldn't help but miss his high school days.

She rested her chin on her hands and looked at the boy who was sitting in the last row listening to music with headphones.

He is simply a standard campus hero, tall, handsome, from a good family background, with a cold personality, and surrounded by groups of fans. It would be a waste not to include such good material in the article.

The art teacher grinned and started committing a nympho.

The boy took out his mobile phone, quickly swipe his fingers across the screen, and then showed a bright smile.

Thinking of "I should send a message to my girlfriend, as expected, the handsome guy has a girlfriend, I hate it", the art teacher opened the document, intending to angrily type [-] words to relieve the inner jealousy.

How should the second girl of the White Lotus be arranged? Just let her jump off the building, otherwise how can Gong and Shou be together.

The art teacher raised his head and licked the boy's prosperous beauty again.

Suddenly, the boy raised his head and looked out the window.

Immediately afterwards, many students in the class stood up, and rushed to the window, layer upon layer, poking their heads out of the window and looking downstairs vigorously.

"Okay, now please let civilian No. [-] jump off the roof of Teaching Building No. [-]. This is the king's order today."

In the darkness, the thin lips curved mysteriously.

ah?You ask why you have to die?

Because I am the king, you must obey all my orders unconditionally, um... don't you understand this explanation?

Go to hell then, satan will tell you the answer.

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After entering December, even if the north really ushered in the cold winter.

The leaves of the sycamore trees on the side of the road have fallen off, leaving only bare branches stretching in the gray-blue winter air.

Tiny snow particles sprinkled down from the air and spread into a thin layer on the ground.

Zhu Yuhan pulled the scarf around his neck and sniffed it hard.

Lavender-flavored laundry detergent seems to be Fu Huaiyu's favorite, especially the clothes drying place on the balcony, which is lingering with this fragrance as soon as he passes by.

So, gradually, this fragrance became Fu Huaiyu's unique taste.

After Fu Huaiyu parked the car, he wiped off the thin snow on the rear window and made a small snowball in his hand.

Then Fu Huaiyu saw that the man wearing his scarf was pulling the scarf and sniffing greedily.

Fu Huaiyu was stunned, and the snowball in his hand fell in response.

He strode over, hugged Captain Xiao Zhu from behind, lowered his head and kissed Xiao Zhu's brows discreetly.

"You almost scared me into a mental illness. This is the street. You are not afraid of being seen by others, but I am afraid of you." Zhu Yuhan hurriedly pushed the blind man away, and jumped a few meters away.

Fu Huaiyu leaned down and approached Zhu Yuhan, showing a row of white teeth:

"That's right, so even if I hungrily smell my scarf on the street, no one will know."

To be honest, this is the first time that Fu Huaiyu saw someone else's face turned red like a sudden layer of color with SAI. He used to think that this description was an exaggeration, but this time, he finally Understand that "art" comes from life and is higher than life.

"Why is your face so red?" Even though he already knew the reason, he still asked.

"What are you asking, so much nonsense." Zhu Yuhan turned his head away and pulled the scarf to cover his face.

Zhu Yuhan ignored the bad-hearted person and kept walking towards the hot pot restaurant with his scarf covering his face.

Hot pot is Captain Xiao Zhu's favorite. He always thinks that hot pot is the most beautiful thing in the world.

Fu Huaiyu is different, heavy spicy, heavy oil and heavy salt, this is his first impression of hot pot, the second impression is that it is hot, other, I really can't compliment it.

But there is no way, who made Xiao Zhu like to eat it.

The two chose a place by the window, and they could see the night view of the city through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows.

The market is like daytime, with fire trees and silver flowers, and a lot of traffic, all of which can be seen in a panoramic view.

In the hotpot restaurant, customers were bustling with each other, and the hot steam from the hotpot blurred the crimson faces.

Zhu Yuhan picked up a pen and swiped a bunch of them on the menu, and ordered a mandarin duck hot pot, saying that he likes spicy food, but Fu Huaiyu doesn't like it, so he will eat it separately.

Fu Huaiyu doesn't care, anyway, he doesn't like hot pot, whether it's spicy or not.

The only thing he loves is Captain Xiao Zhu, who is sweating profusely and has a swollen mouth like a sausage.

"Eat slowly, no one will rob you."

Zhu Yuhan wiped his mouth and shook his head vigorously: "Do you know there is a saying that you never know which will come first, the future or the accident, so every meal should be cherished as the last meal."

"I know, so I love each other as if every day we are together is the end." Fu Huaiyu looked at him with folded arms, with a teasing smile on his face.

"Shameless, copy other people's lyrics."

As Zhu Yuhan said, he picked up the cup next to him, stirred the ice cubes in it, and was about to drink it all down when Fu Huaiyu snatched it.

"So careless, don't you want your stomach?"

Zhu Yuhan reached out to grab the cup, Fu Huaiyu held it up high: "Drink some warm water, it won't be spicy in a while."

Zhu Yuhan sat back awkwardly, snorted twice, then spotted a passing waiter and went to pull him.

Maybe the waiter's acceleration calculation was wrong, or maybe he overestimated his own arm. Anyway, Zhu Yuhan's hand was resting on the waitress' butt.

The waiter thought he had encountered a hooligan and kept yelling.

"Why do you touch people, don't you know how to shout?" Looking at Zhu Yuhan who was embarrassed by the waiter, Fu Huaiyu only thought it was funny, and of course, it was a little cute.

"Sister, water, is there any ice water?"

The waiter glared at him: "No! Only boiling water!" Then he left angrily.

Fu Huaiyu raised his eyebrows and raised his hands in the air.

"Give it to me now."

"That's called husband."

"Don't give me shame, I hate people threatening me the most."

"Whatever you want, anyway, boiling water is available all day long."

"husband."

Seeing Zhu Yuhan leaning in front of him, looking around like a thief while keeping his voice to a minimum, he yelled reluctantly.

Feeling warm in his heart, Fu Huaiyu let go of his hands.

He took his cup filled with hot water, poured ice water into it to neutralize it, and passed the cup after testing the temperature to ensure that it would neither scald his mouth nor chill his stomach.

Zhu Yuhan's mouth was numb for a long time, and after receiving the water, he hurriedly poured it into his mouth.

Fu Huaiyu just looked at him like that, hoping to take in every detail of him, even every eyelash.

"Are you really not going back to the police station?" Just as Wen Shui relieved the pain and numbness of his lower lip, Zhu Yuhan couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"No." Fu Huaiyu turned his head away, as if he was not willing to talk about this issue.

"Last time, Tong Si's sister suffered serious injuries and had a miscarriage. She is still in the hospital. Tong Si has been with his sister for the past two days and hasn't come to the police station very often. Xiao Ran is still there. During the recuperation period, only Xiao Liu and I were left on our team, and we were really powerless."

As he said that, Zhu Yuhan leaned weakly on the back of his chair and let out a long sigh.

Fu Huaiyu didn't speak.

"Let me tell you, the new leader of the serious crime team, the one named Hawthorne, has a worse personality than you. If you are a stone in a latrine, he is a rock in a septic tank. He will still be there when the dung is gone. Stand firm there."

"You are really a genius at making sentences, you can think of everything." Fu Huaiyu couldn't listen anymore, seeing that he was almost done eating, he got up to pay.

As soon as I went out, the cold wind hit my head, which temporarily relieved the hot and dry feeling of eating hot pot.

I don't even feel cold, I just feel very cool and comfortable.

A scarf covered the top, and then Fu Huaiyu pressed his hand on his head:

"It's going to catch a cold."

Zhu Yuhan pulled off the scarf: "How is it possible, I am in good health."

Facts have proved that no one can violate the "true fragrance" law.

When Zhu Yuhan sat in the office and sneezed for the fourth time, he finally saw Xiao Liu who had come late.

"I wish the team, I'm so sorry, I'm late again." After finishing speaking, he still smiled shamelessly.

"Forget it, anyway, there's nothing to do recently, it's too late..."

As soon as the voice fell, the office landline rang like a ghost bell.

"Express delivery! At the door!" The person on the other end of the phone shouted impatiently.

Zhu Yuhan put on his clothes and ran downstairs, and saw the delivery guy with a cigarette in his mouth fluttering in the wind.

Received something from the courier brother, a thin document, the recipient on it is not an individual but a police station.

This is strange, is it the ciphertext sent from above?

Look at the sender:

"KING?"

Yes, KING.

King.