I Really Like That Guy!

Since the episode of returning the umbrella that day, Arlo has developed the habit of frequenting Tangxin, but I don't know if she has run out of good luck. She rarely meets Xie Wunian again, and every time she goes to Tangxin, only the one before. Miss clerk, boss Xie is as Li Siqi said, the dragon sees the beginning but not the end.

However, the relationship with Li Siqi, who was at the same table, reconciled after A Luo invited her to drink a cup of milk tea.

The life of high school students is actually very monotonous, especially for high school seniors. In addition to classes every day, even if it is a one-day vacation a week, it is full of homework and homework.

Fortunately, Arlo is very homely and is not the kind of person who can't stand loneliness. He gradually adapts to the new living environment through daily study.

After an autumn rain and a cold, the temperature began to drop gradually after the rain in early October.

Lancheng is windy in winter, with gusts of wind whistling through the teaching buildings, bringing the coolness of late autumn.

During recess, in the classrooms of Class 3 and 8, some people were reading, some were chatting and laughing, and some were lying on the table to catch up on sleep. A Luo pulled up the zipper of the school uniform, lowered his head and held the pen to think about the topic. Li Siqi knocked his head on the desk, and immersed himself in a comic book in the hole of the desk.

The squad leader came in from the outside, holding a stack of snow-white papers in his hand, and stood on the podium.

Some people saw this scene and wailed: "No, I just took a day off, and now there are three papers, come again?

"Squad leader, which subject's paper is this?"

The monitor said: "It's physics, just one piece. The teacher said that our class is a bit poor in physics, and the midterm exam will be taken soon, and we have to make up for it."

A Luo sat below, looking a little stunned.

Are you going to take an exam? Counting the time, it is now the end of October, and she has been here for almost a month.

It was the end of September when Arlo transferred to another school, and a month passed without hesitation. Except that the temperature was getting lower and lower and the clothes he was wearing were getting thicker, nothing seemed to have changed.

The monitor handed out the test papers to A Luo, and he whispered, "Jiang Luo, the class teacher asked you to come to the office."

A Luo was stunned, said thank you softly, got up and walked out of the classroom.

When she came to the teacher's office, the head teacher waved to her as soon as A Luo entered the door. The class teacher of the eighth class, whose surname is Yan, is a very serious middle-aged man. There is a deep fold between his eyebrows, which is often formed by frowning. The subject he teaches is mathematics, and his teaching ability is very strong. I heard that he has been awarded the title of senior teacher. He is a star teacher in the school, and everyone knows that.

Mr. Yan is a serious and serious person. He is not only the head teacher of the eighth class, but also the dean of education. He often inspects each classroom and finds out many bad students. Therefore, he is called King Yama in private.

A Luo's senses are not bad for him. Mr. Yan's teaching ideas are very clear. It just so happens that A Luo is also good at mathematics. At the beginning of the entrance examination, he found that A Luo got a perfect score in mathematics. Mr. Yan's attitude is called gentle, and he often cared about it later. Whether she is adapting to the pace of learning in the class.

Sure enough, this time Teacher Yan asked her to come, and it was a routine care and condolence.

"Jiang Luo, how are you doing recently? Is there any difficulty in living alone? If you have any difficulties, tell the teacher, you know?"

Aluo naturally nodded his head, indicating that everything was fine and no help was needed.

Teacher Yan said something, and finally told her to take the mid-term exam not to be nervous, to play as usual, and let A Luo go back.

Seeing that the girl who was still beautiful and refined even in the most common school uniform in China turned to leave, her back disappeared behind the door, and Yan Hua withdrew his gaze.

A female teacher sitting opposite Yan Hua joked: "Mr. Yan, I didn't see it, you still care about students."

Yan Hua sighed: "It's not good if you don't care. The little girl lives alone, so you have to take care of it. If something happens, it will be bad."

Hearing this, the female teacher was startled, and after a while, she said, "Indeed, you should ask more, don't be negligent."

The two looked at each other silently, and invariably thought of an accident at the school two years ago. A third-year high school girl committed suicide by jumping off the building under the pressure of the college entrance examination and died on the spot.

Others may think this is an ordinary suicide case, but as a school teacher, I still know a little secret.

After the girl committed suicide that year, the police came to file a case to investigate. After examining the body, they found that the girl had obvious traces of sexual behavior.

It's a pity that the police did not find any clear evidence to prove that she was coerced, and the girl did jump down from the upstairs by herself, leaving no suicide note, diary or the like. In the end, she could only be defined as suicide. , hastily.

Yan Hua was also the head teacher of the girl at that time, and was called by the police to make a record, so he was very impressed.

He clearly remembered that the girl was also from a single-parent family, her parents were not around, and she lived alone, which was almost the same as the current transfer student Jiang Luo. The most important thing is that they are all good-looking but quiet and well-behaved.

Every time he saw Jiang Luo, Yan Hua couldn't help but think of the student back then.

In his memory, the female student had always been quiet, she was very well-behaved at first glance, she did her homework meticulously, her handwriting was neat and graceful, and she listened to the class very seriously. She didn't have a strong presence in the class, but he noticed that there were often boys peeking at her. She was a jasmine-like girl, pure and clean.

Yan Hua and most of the teachers who knew the inside story actually tended to commit suicide when she was violated. Yan Hua, who has been teaching students for almost three years, knows her temperament. Maybe that child is a little introverted, but she is definitely not someone who will seek short-sightedness because of study pressure.

It's just that the murderer couldn't be found. The police secretly investigated the teacher who taught the girls at the school, looked at the cameras, visited and asked the neighbors where the girls lived, as well as familiar classmates, but they did not find any evidence of the crime, not even the suspect. Neither can be determined.

After that incident, cameras were installed in every corner of the campus of No. 3 Middle School. Originally, evening self-study was mandatory, but it became voluntary, and parents were strongly requested to pick it up.

In the past two years, the three strokes have been calm, and there has never been a similar accident. The group of senior high school students have also graduated. People have gradually forgotten about that incident and become a campus ghost story and legend in other people's mouths.

Until Jiang Luo appeared, the alarm bell sounded in Yan Hua's heart.

The two of them are too similar, the same family background, the same character, he can't ignore it.

When the class bell rang, the teachers took their textbooks and lesson plans and walked out of the office to each classroom one by one. Zhu Jiaquan, a chemistry teacher who was sitting not far away, also got up, and when passing by Yan Hua, Zhu Jiaquan asked casually, "Mr. Yan, when I went home last night and saw Jiang Luo's child walking alone on the road, I always felt unsafe. Is her house not far from the school?"

His tone was worried, but Yan Hua didn't think much, and said, "Jiang Luo lives in the Hailan community next to the school. It's very close. There are many students along the way, so it should be fine."

Zhu Jiaquan breathed a sigh of relief and said with a smile, "That's good, that's good."

Another week of classes is over. As always, Arlo and Li Siqi went to Tangxin to eat cake.

This has almost become a routine for the two of them, and they come to Tang Xin every Friday afternoon to sit for a while.

There is still no shadow of Boss Xie in the store, only the lady of the staff. A Luo and Li Siqi came here too often, and the young lady knew them, so she laughed when she saw them.

"Is it still the same taste as before?" the young lady asked.

The two nodded and sat down in familiar positions. There were not many people in the store, only a few girls. Li Siqi sat down and started playing with her mobile phone. Mobile phones are not allowed in school, so whenever she was on vacation, she would play frantically in revenge.

Arlo is not addicted to mobile phones. She likes to read books, and she likes to look through all kinds of extracurricular books. Recently, she has become obsessed with crime deciphering, so she will read the complete works of Sherlock Holmes with great interest.

Just as I was fascinated, a few words suddenly caught in my ears. It turned out that the girls were asking the clerk, the lady and the boss, about the boss.

"Why is Boss Xie often not in the store?"

"The boss is busy." The young lady said.

"Didn't he run a shop? What else is there to do? Could it be that he has other part-time jobs?" The girls giggled.

"I don't know about this, why don't you wait for the boss to come and ask him?"

If only I could ask, the problem is that I can't meet him at all. These girls usually have to go to class again. Where do they get so much time to meet Boss Xie by chance?

The conversation over there came to an end, but A Luo couldn't help but think, what is Xie Wunian doing every day? What is he like?

After thinking about it for a while, A Luo didn't think about it anymore, and continued to bury his head in reading. The case in the book is going on at a critical moment. Sherlock Holmes is very powerful and determines the identity of the criminal suspect through a little clue, and he is about to find out the real murderer.

At this moment, the wind chimes rang behind him, and someone pushed the door and walked in.

A Luo's heart skipped a beat, and there was a premonition that made her turn her head. She looked back and saw that the person who entered the door was indeed the person she was thinking of.

The man was wearing a black trench coat and jeans, and a pair of plain canvas shoes. The uppers were dusty, and he seemed to have traveled a lot.

His eyebrows were drooping, his long eyelashes cast a shadow under his eyes, and there was a trace of fatigue in his expression.

The most striking thing is that he is carrying a camera bag on his side, the black camera is hanging on his shoulder, and the transparent glass lens reflects a bright light.

A Luo looked at him without blinking, his eyes chased him from entering the door until he went upstairs, and then he reluctantly took it back.

During this period, Xie Wunian only said hello to the clerk in a low voice, and never spoke again. The few girls who boldly inquired about the news from Miss Sister just didn't dare to approach him at all. They just looked at him from a distance like A Luo.

Obviously, his expression is still as calm, and there is no superfluous expression on his face, but everyone can vaguely see that Boss Xie doesn't seem to be in a good mood.