She is the most beautiful rose

Chapter 253 Transfer Student

Class nine, grade three.

In the noisy classroom, everyone was talking and playing, but when they saw someone coming in, they all quieted down.

"Who is this?"

"Transfer student?"

Several people burst into laughter. "Come here? You must be crazy! But you look pretty good. Oh, you are in trouble!"

"Hey!"

The boy under the podium leaned back on his chair and stopped Shen Manzhi from entering. He looked her up and down in a nonchalant manner and asked, "Did you walk into the wrong classroom?"

Shen Manzhi lowered his eyes and tilted his head slightly, "Are you the squad leader?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then yelled, "What do you care who I am?"

Shen Manzhi chewed gum and sneered, "Yeah, who do you care who I am?"

She simply grabbed the back of the chair and pushed it back hard, scaring the boy so much that he quickly leaned forward and hugged the table tightly.

"Woc!"

"A tough guy has come?"

"You're so arrogant, you'll be caught and punished by the teacher sooner or later!"

The aisle was cleared, and Shen Manzhi walked back with his textbook, sat down in an empty seat in the last row of the classroom, and began to read.

The boy in front was not happy. He walked up to her angrily, punched her on the table, and glared at her, "How dare you talk to me like that?"

Shen Manzhi raised his eyes slightly, looked at his hands, and continued to read with his eyes lowered.

"Hey, my goodness," the boy rolled up his sleeves and tried to pull Shen Manzhi's clothes, "Come on, let's have a fight!"

Shen Manzhi glanced at him fiercely, raised his arm neatly, and chopped back with his forearm, directly breaking the boy's wrist, causing the boy to scream in pain.

The boy covered his wrist and grimaced, "How the hell are you so strong?"

"Is Shen Ci here?"

There was a clear and pleasant voice at the door, and everyone made way for them.

"Squad leader, who is Shen Ci?"

A boy in a white school shirt walked in with a stack of booklets in his hand. He had a cold look on his face, much like the aloof academic master his classmates described him as.

Shen Manzhi leaned back and saw the monitor the boy was talking about. He raised his hand leisurely, "Here."

The boy stared at Shen Manzhi as if he was looking at a rare treasure, "Are you really the new transfer student?"

Shen Manzhi glanced at him and asked, "Not like that?"

The boy scratched his head in confusion, "No, why are you here? Haven't you heard about how perverted this school is?"

The squad leader called out again, "Shen Ci."

Shen Manzhi stood up and said, "Here I come."

She passed the boy and tilted her head slightly, "Come back and talk."

The squad leader glanced at her and went out first.

Shen Manzhi followed behind the boy. He was tall, about 1.85 meters tall.

"Go get your books first, then go to the logistics department to fill out the application for living on campus."

Shen Manzhi raised his eyebrows, "Must I live on campus?"

"Ah."

The squad leader was a man of few words, so Shen Manzhi didn't ask any more questions and decided to go back and talk to the grumpy guy later.

But before they could go back, the two were stopped by the school's patrolling dean, "Stop over there! What are you doing here if you're not in class?"

Shen Manzhi spoke first, his tone full of dissatisfaction, "It's time to end get out of class now."

The dean glared at her, focusing all his attention on her. "Why are you wandering around instead of staying in the classroom during class? You're wasting the five minutes between classes like this? How did your teacher teach you? Which class are you from? Deduct your moral education points! The two of you go run five laps around the playground!"

He spoke so eloquently, worthy of being the dean of studies.

The boy next to him said calmly, "Dean, we are students from Grade 3, Class 9. She just started school today. I'll take her to get her books."

The director then diverted his anger, and when he saw the boy, his expression instantly softened, "It's Jingming, just leave this kind of thing to other students, don't waste time doing these things, you can still do a few more questions during the break..."

"Director, this is a task assigned to me by the teacher. Class will start soon. I will take her to get the books first."

The director said with a smile, "Go ahead, hurry up, don't delay the class."

After the two of them left the Dean's sight, Shen Manzhi glanced at the boy and asked, "Are you the son of a school leader?"

The director changed his expression quite quickly.

Xiao Jingming took her into the library and said, "School only values ​​grades."

Shen Manzhi understood it with just a few words.

The school often uses corporal punishment, and most students dare not resist. When I passed by the playground, I saw some people running.

But when it comes to students with excellent grades, they are very kind and gentle, fearing that they will upset the top students. Is that really too much?

"Of course!"

The smug boy sat backwards on the chair in front of Shen Manzhi and said to her in a passionate voice, "Other people with good grades will only receive certain preferential treatment, but the class monitor is different. The class monitor can go to Peking University or Tsinghua University, and he is expected to win the provincial exam. Do you think the school can not support him?"

Shen Manzhi leaned back in his chair and casually spread out a textbook. "Didn't you say this school is abnormal? Why did he come here when his grades are so good?"

"This school is really perverted! Morning exercises at 6am, lunch at 6:30am, morning reading in 10 minutes, five minutes break, 10 minutes lunch, standing or running as punishment are minor things, the scariest thing is being called to the office... Those teachers are really crazy, they use their fists when they are unhappy, it really hurts."

The boy next to him added, "The monitor is because his father is a school director. Of course he would choose a school that his family has invested in."

Shen Manzhi nodded thoughtfully, "I see."

She glanced at the boy and said, "I heard that someone has suffered from depression before?"

When talking about this, the boy perked up and said, "That's a common thing."

He covered his mouth with his hand and whispered, "Each grade has a special wall-chamber. To put it nicely, it's for self-reflection, but everyone in the school knows that it's not a place for people to stay. Depression is a small matter, but the school does a very good job of keeping secrets. Any news that gets out would be big news. Hey, they just keep it secret."

The boy next to him interrupted, "But to be honest, people who have been there do become much more obedient."

Shen Manzhi looked at him, "Have you been there?"

The boy stepped back, smiled awkwardly, and waved his hands, "No, I'm a decent student."

Shen Manzhi rubbed his temple, puzzled, "This school is like this, why don't you transfer out?"

"Oh, you know when you were a kid, there were sometimes some masters who came to give lectures in school, and they moved you to tears, and then they started selling books, right?"

Shen Manzhi raised his eyebrows.

"We have such people in our school, who specialize in psychological work for parents. The school's admission rate is indeed very high, and the school has strict management, so parents trust it even more. After all, the children are placed here, the admission rate is guaranteed, and the teachers can discipline them well. If something goes wrong, it must be the child's fault. Otherwise, how come other children can do it?"

It sounds suffocating, but it really exists in this school. It may even brainwash the students themselves. As long as they study hard and strive to get top grades, they will not be physically punished and will not be sent to the terrible wall-facing room.

Thus, competition was formed, and those who were smart and willing to learn worked harder and harder, running towards the light.

But there will always be someone at the bottom, and there will always be someone who can never catch up with the students at the top, and so they remain in the shadows.

Being whipped day after day, suffering injustices and unable to speak out, because they would say "this is for your own good".

"It's time for class!"

As soon as the bell rang, everyone dispersed and quickly returned to their seats, as if they were afraid of being caught.

"When in Rome, do as the Romans do." Shen Manzhi took out the textbook for this class and was quite familiar with it, so he did not change the teaching material.

There are twenty minutes during the break. After running around the school for ten minutes, there is still some time left.

Shen Manzhi entered the bathroom in the playground, took out the mobile phone from his pocket, and saw the message sent by Baihu: The surveillance video of the road section has been obtained.

Because of the school's devilish schedule, there were almost no other people wandering around the campus. After running exercises, they returned to the teaching building like zombies.

Shen Manzhi called and asked, "How is it?"

The signal at Baihu's place was not very good, so we walked to a quiet place. "We left someone there. The old policeman said he felt bad about it. After thinking for a long time, he decided to give us the video footage from that year. We just rushed over to get it."

Shen Manzhi nodded slightly, "Yeah."

"I checked. Madam's car did come from the Shen family. There are five surveillance videos on the road showing that Madam's car ran through three red lights and was heading south in a straight line. Based on this speculation, she crashed into a drunk truck at the intersection. Because she did not turn in time to avoid the risk, an irreversible collision occurred. Based on this, it is completely enough to change her confession."

Shen Manzhi seemed to be relieved. "Send something to the old man. It would be best if he could move. I'm afraid someone would cause trouble."

Baihu responded, "Okay."

He hung up the phone, looked up at the gray sky, sighed slightly, turned around and walked back.

In the reception room of the highway service area, two men stood side by side. He recognized one of them; he was the one on Shen Manzhi's marriage certificate.

He held the sealed bag in his hand, nodded slightly, looked at each other for a moment, and couldn't help asking, "Why didn't Mr. Qin want her to know that you personally got this evidence?"

Qin Yanfeng's expression was cold, "We're already done, there's no need."

There was no need for anything, he said nothing.

But if it was really unnecessary, why did he quietly send such a gift after their relationship ended?
Baihu sighed in his heart, thanked the other party again, and left quickly.

Zhou Mi, who was standing aside, finally showed his presence. He glanced at his friend and said, "I've been so exhausted from dealing with the company's accumulated matters these past two days, and yet I made this special trip to give her the evidence without letting her know..."

Qin Yanfeng drooped his eyelashes slightly, paused for half a second, and walked out.

Zhou Mi followed him, "Is it really over or is it just a fake ending?"

After leaving the hall, the sky was gray as if it was raining. Qin Yanfeng remembered that the weather was like this on the day they separated.

In the temple, Shen Manzhi knelt on the cushion beside him, with his hands clasped together, worshiping the Buddha devoutly.

I don’t know if I am included in her prayers.

I think should not be.

Qin Yanfeng opened the car door, and the cold wind enveloped his words, blowing away the already imperceptible sadness into cold words.

"It's really over."

The previous chapter was modified, and this chapter deleted the previous content, which does not affect the main plot