The master of metaphysics is solving the case again

"what!!"

"People are dead, someone jumped off the building."

"This is not Xi Ming from Class [-] of Senior High School!"

"How could he jump off the building?"

They are all fresh flowers from the motherland, raised in a greenhouse. I have never seen such a scene, and the look on my face is pale.

When people are panicked, they will say certain things involuntarily.

Lin Qisheng remained silent and interrupted them. She stood beside them with a sullen face, listening to this silently and collecting useful information.

The panicked shouts of the students and the huge sound of the watermelon falling to the ground and breaking attracted the attention of the teacher in the office.

The head teacher in each classroom opened the door and ran out. Before he could understand what was happening, he chose to maintain order immediately.

"What's going on? Why are you running out during class time! You want to rebel! They are herding sheep one by one, what's the fuss about!"

One of the teachers had a particularly loud voice that drowned out all the classmates, and the combined noise reached Lin Qishu's ears.

Lin Qisu's cold face paused slightly, and she turned her head to look at the source of the loud voice.

The teacher was about 40 to [-] years old, with a slender and thin figure. He wore an old and clean suit.

The teacher's facial features were more regular, and his hair was black and of good quality, but it had a Mediterranean look, which attracted special attention.

Lin Qishu couldn't help it, her eyes drifted to his head from time to time.

It's really his hair that doesn't match his overall temperament.

To put it in a very inappropriate and yet apt way to describe it, it’s like a flower stuck in cow dung.

Probably because Lin Qishu's gaze was too obvious, the Mediterranean teacher who was maintaining order noticed something and glanced here.

When their eyes met, the expression on Teacher Mediterranean's face paused slightly, but he quickly looked away as if nothing had happened.

"Go back." Teacher Mediterranean said with a serious face to the students who were obviously panicking in the corridor.

Teacher Mediterranean is quite prestigious among the students. As soon as these words came out, many students walked into the classroom one after another.

Leave those students who have not entered the classroom. At first glance, they usually have a better relationship with the teacher and are more courageous.

Mediterranean took a look and frowned slightly, but he didn't say anything. After all, he was not a student in his own class.

There were almost a dozen people left in the corridor, and all the teachers among them had their heads bent and their faces solemn.

The students, on the other hand, were sad.

It seems that the student who jumped down from the building is usually quite popular among the crowd, and many people know him.

The Mediterranean returned to his classroom and passed by Lin Qishu. His pace slowed down and finally stopped beside Lin Qishu.

"Are you the new teacher?"

There was no emotion in Mediterranean's tone, it seemed like he was just asking casually, but Lin Qishu noticed an unwelcoming attitude.

"Well, my surname is Song."

Lin Qisheng's expression was indifferent. She turned around, facing Teacher Mediterranean, and replied in a slow tone.

"Hello."

Mediterranean did not turn his head. He looked at the air in front of him, nodded slightly, and without saying anything else, he raised his legs and walked towards his classroom.

I don’t know if it’s Teacher Mediterranean’s illusion, but this new teacher doesn’t seem to be that proficient in saying his own surname.

As if to emphasize deliberately.

With doubts in his heart, Teacher Mediterranean accelerated his pace, opened the door and walked into the classroom where his class was located.