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"Does Jiacheng have any prejudice against the liberal arts class?" Xiang Yang glanced at the teaching building in front of him, "The class is actually in the Wenhui Building, the farthest building from the first cafeteria?"

"Liberal arts classes are weak and need more exercise and running." Li Qi said.

"Actually, it's not bad. Although this Wenhui building is far from the first canteen, it's close to the second canteen..." San'er came out from nowhere, holding a ham sandwich in his hand.

Jiacheng is a private middle school, and there are more people in the Diguang building. For this reason, the school is afraid of mass stampede incidents during meal times, and has specially built two canteens.

One of the canteens mainly serves Chinese food, while the second canteen mainly serves Western food.

"I still like Chinese food," Xiang Yang shook his head.

"School two, Wen three, fourth floor." Li Qi glanced at the sign. Wenhui Building has six floors in total, four classrooms on the first floor, and a total of 24 classrooms.

"Listen to Li Qi, did you see your lover just now?" San'er said while eating a sandwich, "Don't let your ties break and sink down."

"Well," Li Qi nodded, "You fought with Li Qiang because of him in the first year of high school, and now the brothers are afraid of you."

"Li Qi, you are lucky to live in modern times. If you were placed in ancient times, I doubt you would suffocate to death." Xiang Yang said.

"How to say?" Li Qi asked.

"Just this moment, you can't help but edit a rumor?" Xiang Yang said: "In ancient times, without mobile phones, do you think you will be suffocated to death?"

"I can go out and talk to someone!" Li Qi retorted: "Can a living person suffocate to death with urine!"

"Rumor?" San'er found the point: "Didn't you just meet your lover Chen Baiyan?"

"Ah," Li Qi also found the point after San'er finished speaking, and quickly asked, "Isn't Chen Baiyan on the road just now? Then you are so impatient? Have a new love? Who is it?"

"Yes..." Xiang Yang glanced at Li Qi, smiled, then strode towards San'er, lowered his head and whispered in his ear: "Eat hot pot tonight."

After saying this, San'er's eyes lit up instantly.

In Li Qi's view, it was definitely a shocking gossip, and he quickly reached out and grabbed Xiang Yang: "Damn, who are you talking about? Do I recognize him? Is it from our previous class? Tell me quickly? "

A strange smile floated on Xiang Yang's lips: "I told San'er, you can ask him." After speaking, he strode upstairs regardless of Li Qi's eager persuasion.

"Damn!" Li Qi instantly shifted his gaze to San'er.

San'er was terrified by this stare, and hurriedly said: "Don't look at me, I don't know who it is."

"After Xiang Yang finished speaking, your eyes are so bright." Li Qi said.

"Eating hot pot, can your eyes not be bright?" San'er said.

"...What? Eat hot pot." Li Qi was stunned: "I asked your name, you're just kidding me!"

San'er pointed at Xiang Yang with his chin: "What he just said was to eat hot pot at night, and he didn't mention the name of the person."

Li Qi: "Fuck!"

During the conversation, Xiang Yang had already gone up to the fourth floor, and Wen San was located in the middle of this floor. They arrived there within a few steps, and sat down after choosing a seat at random. After all, it will be readjusted later.

At the same time, on the Wenhui Building corresponding to the Wenke Building where Xiang Yang lived, several young people were lying on the corridor on the fifth floor, smoking cigarettes.

The reason why he dares to smoke unscrupulously here is because this is the only place outside the school that is not monitored.

One of the people wearing red short sleeves was standing on the wall with his right foot at the moment, leaning against the whole person, with a stick of Su Yan in his hand at the same time: "Why haven't you seen Chen Baiyan these two days?"

Hu Qi yawned: "Liu Wei, you still don't know about that idiot, most likely he is suffering from a headache, hiding at home and not daring to come."

"It's a pity," Liu Wei squeezed the empty cigarette case in his hand, and threw it out: "I originally hoped to find some pocket money from that idiot, but it seems that I have to wait until tomorrow."

Li Qiang dusted off the cigarette ash: "Don't wait, he won't come to pay you tribute."

"What's wrong?" Hu Qi asked, "Transfer school?"

Li Qiang took a puff of cigarette, but did not speak.

"No way, that idiot's family is so poor, would there be money to transfer him?" Liu Wei was puzzled.

Li Qiang took a sharp puff, then threw away the cigarette and stomped it out: "I committed suicide."

"What?" Liu Wei was taken aback.

"Really!" Hu Qi spoke almost at the same time as him.

"It's been half a month, and everyone is buried now," Li Qiang said, "How can I make an offering for you, pass the shadows?"

Liu Wei's complexion was sallow: "Let's forget it, too dark, it's too fucking creepy."

"Fuck, from now on, won't we be forced to suffer?" Hu Qi looked at Liu Wei's cigarette case thrown on the ground, and felt emotional: "Without food and grass, how can we live!"

Li Qiang smiled slightly: "No."

"Why, is there a trick?" Hu Qi asked.

Li Qiang reached out his hand to take out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, clicked on the WeChat of one of them, and handed it over: "A transfer student came..."

***

In Jiacheng's principal's office, Gan Ningchuan was looking at Jia Luoye in surprise: "Changing shift? Not going to science?"

Galoye nodded: "I'm going to liberal arts."

The old man calmed down and said: "Jiacheng's science is the best in Hangzhou, and after studying the science, it will be very helpful for your future development."

These galores don't care.

His current task is to find the fierce beast, and he already has the object of suspicion and clues, so everything else will naturally become meaningless. For a ghost, the future development is not important.

"Are you sure you've made up your mind?" Ganingchuan finally confirmed.

"Well, I really thought about it." Galoye nodded.

"Okay, you can make up your own mind, you can study literature, and you will be like your father when you grow up, and you will not come back after settling abroad." Gan Ningchuan said: "By the way, which liberal arts class did you just say? ?”

Galoye said, "Wen San."

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