Abduction of the Female Teacher’s Best Friend

After going to bed and lying down, Mo Zebei blushed and folded Mu Hanxi's pajamas over his eyes. There was a faint scent lingering at the tip of his nose, which was the smell of that person...

The rain stopped at night, but it ticked again at four or five in the morning, but it stopped when Mo Zebei went out.

After an autumn rain, the surrounding temperature dropped a lot.

In the early morning, the coolness of cycling came in, the weather was cold and the heart was warm, Mo Zebei smiled on his face, and the tail of his hair was flowing in the wind.

When she arrived at school, she didn't go back to the classroom, but went directly to the English office with her schoolbag on her back.

Lin Xiaoran was leaning on the seat, closing her eyes and rubbing her temples, only to hear the approaching footsteps, she let go and raised her eyes.

"Teacher Lin, this is... Sister Mu's umbrella." Mo Zebei put the umbrella on her desk.

"Um."

After returning the umbrella, she should have left. Seeing that she continued to stick here and didn't mean to leave, Lin Xiaoran was a little bit confused: "Is there anything else?"

Mo Zebei pursed his lips, glanced at Lin Xiaoran, then shook his head and said in a low voice, "It's okay, I'm back to teacher Lin."

Although she remembered Mu Hanxi's phone number, she didn't get it in an open manner. If she wanted to contact Lin Xiaoran in the future, she couldn't explain it, but she directly asked Lin Xiaoran. She was afraid that the intention was too obvious and the other party would think about it. Finally, she gave it up.

After returning to class, as soon as Mo Zebei sat down, Qu Junzhi asked her for a math workbook.

After the morning class, you have to hand in math homework. The tasks assigned by the class teacher are not easy to perfuse. Moreover, yesterday, the third night of self-study Qu Junzhi was invited to the office alone to criticize and educate...

Mo Zebei took out the exercise book from his schoolbag and gave it to her, and then took out the English textbook to read.

The two of them worked hard to copy homework, and the other bowed their heads to memorize vocabulary. They are not the same on weekdays.

When Du Chenxing was endorsing the book, he glanced at the two of them, touched his chin, and drank again. In the end, he couldn't help it. He leaned toward Mo Zebei and whispered: "I think... There is something wrong with you two."

"?" Mo Zebei didn't even lift his head, his eyes kept staring at the vocabulary list, and a question hummed in his nose.

Du Chenxing wanted to cover his mouth and continue to mutter, and saw Lin Xiaoran stepping in with high heels, and then stopped in time.

But he was not as attentive as he used to endorse today. He also took a moment to peek at the movements of the two people. As a result, he saw Qu Junzhi secretly asking Mo Zebei's mathematical problems. After Mo Zebei gave her the analysis, Qu Junzhi followed. He also corrected the pronunciation of an English word in Mo Zebei, this time and again, let alone a tacit understanding, just like a negotiated one.

After class, the two of them did not leave their seats, and their heads were together. Either Mo Zebei taught Qujun's mathematics, or Qujun taught Mo Zebei's English. Before the transfer, Qu Junzhi studied in a foreign language middle school. The English pronunciation is not only pure, but also very good.

In the morning, the two of them had a better life than anyone else, and Du Chenxing was dumbfounded at the side.

When it was time for the meal, everyone ran to the cafeteria, but the two of them ran to the toilet. They didn't even bother to go to the bathroom when they were discussing the problems.

Mo Zebei came out before Mr. Qu, and she waited outside.

Qu Junzhi had her own careful thoughts. She wanted to have lunch with Mo Zebei, but she was embarrassed to take the initiative to mention it. She lingered in it for a while before she came out.

"Let's go." As soon as Mo Zebei turned around, he saw Zhou Ruoxin and Meng Yuanhao not far away.

"I waited for you downstairs for a while, but I didn't see you," Meng Yuanhao pulled Zhou Ruoxin's rotator cuff and walked towards Mo Zebei. "Why is it so slow today?" Zhou Ruoxin had a natural expression but she was seeing Mo Zebei clearly. When the person behind him was Qu Jun, his brows frowned imperceptibly.

"I was delayed in going to the bathroom." Mo Zebei found that Qu Junzhi hadn't followed as she walked forward. She turned around and asked, "Are you going to eat with us at noon?" Mo Zebei knew that Qu Junzhi had his own. Fanyou, it's just that because of the discussion today, Qu Junzhi didn't let them wait, and let those people go first.

Qu Junzhi saw Zhou Ruoxin's unhappiness and Meng Yuanhao's doubts. She avoided the sight of the two people, walked to the back right side of Mo Zebei, and nodded.

Mo Zebei didn't notice anything wrong with the atmosphere, she walked forward on her own, Qu Junzhi closely behind her.

It was only after arriving at the dining room table that Mo Zebei later noticed something unusual.

During the meal, Zhou Ruoxin didn't say a word, almost didn't even lift her head, and she didn't move the food Meng Yuanhao picked for her.

It's hard to ignore such obvious unhappiness.

Mo Ze took a sip of porridge to the north and looked up at Ruoxin next week.

Before Mo Zebei had any other reaction, Zhou Ruoxin got up and said, "I'm full." Her words were cold, and there was no emotion on her face, so she left after speaking.

Meng Yuanhao hurriedly put the chopsticks, looked at Zhou Ruoxin's back, and said anxiously to the two people: "I'm full too."

Mo Zebei withdrew his gaze from Zhou Ruoxin, and humbled his eyes.

"I'll go back first," Meng Yuanhao paused, "You two... eat slowly."

As soon as Meng Yuanhao's front foot left, Qu Junzhi also put his chopsticks, Mo Zebei continued to sip the porridge: "You don't eat anymore?"

Qu Junzhi was silent, and then said: "She is angry with me."

After hearing the sound, Mo Zebei put down his spoon, thought for a few seconds, and said, "Don't think too much."

"Oh." Qu Junzhi's voice was dull.

Mo Zebei went in and bought a pack of sandwich biscuits when the two of them had finished eating and passing by the canteen.

Qu Junzhi turned his head and kicked the pebble beside his feet, his tone unhappy: "Are you planning to use this to coax her?"

Mo Zebei didn't answer the conversation. After a meeting, she said softly: "She loves this." Mo Zebei is not good at coaxing people, but she knows that eating what she likes will make people feel better.

Qu Junzhi frowned, accelerated his pace depressedly, and didn't pay attention to Mo Zebei on the road...

During the first class in the afternoon, Mo Zebei went to the third floor to find Zhou Ruoxin.

Zhou Ruoxin came out awkwardly, and saw that she was holding her favorite biscuits in her hand, she was mostly out of anger, and there was a faint smile at the corner of her mouth.

Mo Zebei seldom came to the third floor to look for her, and he was not good at coaxing people. It is very rare to be able to do this today.

Not mentioning Zhou Ruoxin's anger and leaving at noon, Mo Zebei directly handed her the biscuits: "You eat less at noon."

Zhou Ruoxin held it for two seconds and took it. She held it in her hand and kneaded the packaging bag vigorously. After a while, she couldn't help but asked: "Are you having a good relationship with Qu Junzhi now?"

"It's okay, it's the same table relationship."

It’s just the same table relationship... Zhou Ruoxin bit her lip and wanted to ask: Then why did you ask her to eat with us?

The small group of three of them has been established long ago. Zhou Ruoxin would mind that others join in unexpectedly. Of course, there are also some other personal emotions in it.

It's just that Meng Yuanhao came over before she could ask. This person annoyed her for a noon during her lunch break and stayed in her classroom for a long time. Now she came back after class.

After Meng Yuanhao came out of the men's room, he went straight to Zhou Ruoxin's classroom, bumping into the two of them in the corridor before he thought.

"The anger is gone?" Seeing Zhou Ruoxin's face no longer cold, Meng Yuanhao raised an eyebrow and asked with a smile.

Zhou Ruoxin glanced at Mo Zebei, and immediately glared at Meng Yuanhao and denied: "Who said I was angry!"

"You are almost becoming an angry toad/mao at noon..." Before he finished speaking, Zhou Ruoxin stepped on his foot hard, and Meng Yuanhao suddenly screamed with pain.

Meng Yuanhao held his right leg with an expression of pain, screaming in circles on the spot, and at the same time he still said with an angry voice: "Do you have any conscience! You are in a bad mood, I stayed with you for noon!"

"Who is rare to be with you!" The more he said, Zhou Ruoxin became more angry, and finally reached out and gave him a push.

Originally, it was difficult for Meng Yuanhao to maintain his balance when he jumped on one leg. This push was about to fall to one side. What's more unfortunate is that a reckless ghost rushed from behind and suddenly knocked Meng Yuanhao away, Meng Yuanhao. I finally planted to Zhou Ruoxin...

Everything happened so fast that there was no time to think. Mo Zebei was close to Zhou Ruoxin. At the moment of her death, she subconsciously stretched out her hand and gave Zhou Ruoxin a hand... So Meng Yuanhao planted a lot of space, and there was a close contact between her forehead and the wall, and she was dull. When he raised his head again, a small bulge bulged in his forehead, which was swollen...

"Oh oh oh!!!" Meng Yuanhao's mouth twitched with pain.

Mo Zebei let go of Zhou Ruoxin's arm, and quickly squatted down to help Meng Yuanhao who fell to the ground, and looked back and forth: "Is it okay?"

Meng Yuanhao’s facial features were distorted in pain, making it difficult to recognize. Despite this, Mo Zebei still caught the faint look in his eyes...

"Sorry..." Mo Zebei put his arm on his shoulder and supported him to get up.

Meng Yuanhao snorted and asked in a murmur, "Are you eccentric?" Pulling Zhou Ruoxin away, let him hit the wall directly!

Zhou Ruoxin was also a little frightened. As soon as she was about to go to check on Meng Yuanhao's injury, she stopped her feet and raised her heart high when she heard this sentence.

Mo Zebei pursed his lips: "I didn't think much about it at the time..."

Mo Zebei didn't intend to protect her. Zhou Ruoxin was a little bit disappointed after hearing this, but there are still a few separations. Subconsciously, he should also care about it, right?

Meng Yuanhao was dissatisfied with what Mo Zebei said. He was groaning and muttering there. Zhou Ruoxin stepped forward to look at him and frowned.

"Um..." Meng Yuanhao was so frustrated and angry, "I'm like this...who caused the damage?"

Zhou Ruoxin was too lazy to quarrel with him because of his injury. She turned her head around and said something to the classmates who stepped up to help, asking them to help go to the class teacher’s leave, and then mixed with Meng Meng with Mo Zebei. Yuan Hao went to the infirmary.

Halfway through, Meng Yuanhao began to scold again: "I don't know what the grandson is doing so fast that he hit me so stunned, otherwise I can't hit the wall..."

The two of them ignored him, and he continued to bark his teeth: "I want to know which grandson it was. I had to beat him up and hit Lao Tzu, and the other person had run away. If it was in a traffic accident, it would be a **** thing. If you escape from an accident, you will have to be detained! Damn, I didn't catch it, it's really cheap!"

He was so ugly that Zhou Ruoxin was about to scold him when she caught a glimpse of Mo Zebei letting go, and her brows were also raised.

Meng Yuanhao's expression was scornful, and Zhiqu closed his mouth.

Mo Zebei supported him again, his tone seemed casual: "Are you still Liu Yang at the same table?"

"Yeah." Meng Yuanhao was a little guilty. He didn’t say any bad words. They were all studied by Liu Yang at the same table as him after he was divided into classes in the second year of high school. He also secretly went to the Internet cafe to play games the night before after studying at home. It was also Liu Yangqiu. During the holidays, Liu Yang also wanted to ask him to go to the bar and nightclub. Tempt him to smoke and drink... Meng Yuanhao felt that these things were not so good and did not dare to agree, and he was afraid that Zhou Ruoxin would smell cigarettes and alcohol on his body when he went to the cram school, so he twisted his ears...

"Stay away from him in the future," Mo Zebei remembered seeing Liu Yang messing up with a group of yellow and green gangsters on the street, "he is not a good thing."

"I know." Meng Yuanhao shrank his neck.

When he arrived in the infirmary, the staff gave Meng Yuanhao a cold compress and prescribed blood-activating medicine and sprays.

He was not seriously injured. He took the medicine and rested for a while, and the three of them returned to the classroom.

It is estimated that Mo Zebei’s reminder worked, and he returned to his seat. For the rest of the time, Meng Yuanhao didn’t pay much attention to Liu Yang, and he was still wondering how to distance him better in the future...