Kamen Rider, the Mission Must Be Fulfilled!

In fact, Zheng Yi has a small group of four people, Deng Deng, Ah Hui, Zheng Yi himself --- and this delicate girl in front of him, Lin Yong's wife.

The name Yong Wife is as strange as Deng Deng and Ah Hui. As for why it is called Yong Wife, this time even if Mr. Zheng, an enthusiastic citizen, does not open his mouth, Zheng Yi actually understands.

It's not like he hasn't met Lin's father and Lin's mother.

A sensible person can basically understand how the name Yong Wife came about as long as they meet the Lin family couple once.

Although it is said that he is the oldest person in the group of four, Yong Wife is actually only one year older than Ah Hui and Zheng Yi. For Ah Hui and Zheng Yi, the girl in front of him may be younger than her sister. Like a bit willful sister.

Yong Wife herself doesn't care about this, in her own words: "If I can leave all the troubles to the two of you, what's wrong with me being a younger sister?"

It can be said to be very real.

But having said that, Yong Wife is not an irresponsible person, rather, she often shows much higher efficiency than others in the things that must be done.

Just like now.

"...Why did she go on the weekend?"

Looking at his wife who was writing furiously in her seat and was about to finish copying out the weekend math homework before morning class in twelve minutes, Zheng Yi looked at Ah Hui who was on the side.

Ah Hui twitched the corner of his mouth: "This weekend, G Fat laughed again."

"Okay, okay, I see."

Zheng Yi rubbed his forehead helplessly and habitually.

As high-quality homework providers for twelve years, Zheng Yi and Ah Hui are not surprised by such scenes. Although in junior high school, Yong Wife would occasionally be too late to complete the task, but now they can do it in just a few minutes I make up for the homework that should have taken two or three hours to complete.

And the final product can also ensure that the handwriting is neat and clear, and there is even room for modification in some places to prevent accidents from happening.

"Seriously, Yong Wife, how did you do it?"

"Without him."

The Wife Wing contestant stopped writing and stood up, picked up his own paper, stuffed Zheng Yi's paper back into his arms, and lightly tapped Zheng Yi's forehead with the knuckle of his index finger: "You are familiar with me."

Seeing the girl strutting towards the back of the team leader, Zheng Yi and Ah Hui looked at each other, and the two big boys smiled and shook their heads at the same time.

It's not that they didn't try to persuade Yong's wife not to copy homework. At that time, their core reason was that doing so would lead to a decline in Yong's wife's grades.

However, when Yong's wife scored no less than Zheng Yi and Ah Hui's grades in all kinds of exams for two consecutive semesters, the two could only admit to her that "it's not that I don't know how, but I just don't want to waste time" explain.

As the saying goes, a child is not a fish, but An knows the joy of a fish.

From Zheng Yi and Ah Hui's point of view, this is probably Zi Feiwu, An Zhiwu's talent.

Glancing at the clock hanging high at the back of the classroom, he found that there were only about six minutes left before the morning class. Zheng Yi turned his face and exchanged glances with Ah Hui silently, and then each left his wife's seat and walked back to his own. seat.

Zheng Yi's early arrival today aroused a lot of reaction from the students. Regarding the failure to open the market today, many students showed the unique skill of changing faces when they saw Zheng Yi showing his face.

From bewilderment, to surprise, to subtle loss.

While making Zheng Yi dumbfounded, he decided to enter the school at this time in the future, trying to correct the unhealthy practices of these melons.

The class seating arrangement in Municipal No. [-] Middle School is one person per seat. Because of Zheng Yi's stature, he sits relatively at the back. This week, it happened to be his turn to lean against the rear window.

Just as he sat down, before he had time to take out the books for the morning class, the coin hanging around Zheng Yi's neck suddenly gave off a little inconspicuous luster.

Zheng Yi was startled for a moment, then raised his hand and carefully pressed the coin through the shirt on his chest.

"Yeah, this is the school I told you about before... But this is the high school. For Tirano, you probably have to go to the elementary or junior high school."

He lowered his voice, whispering as if talking to himself, with a gentle smile on his face.

"...Plitra, you can definitely be in the same high school as me. After all, you have inherited the wisdom of Professor Maki. As for Cuik..."

"Hey, why are you shouting so loudly? I didn't say no!"

"Okay, what's the matter, we can talk about it after class, not now."

Seeing his front and back tables approaching one after another, Zheng Yi let go of his hand, raised his head and greeted the approaching front and back tables respectively.

Immediately, the preparatory bell rang.

Zheng Yi looked towards the front door of the classroom, where Director Jiang would usually come in at this time.

"...?"

The footsteps are wrong.

The preparatory bell rang and everyone returned to their seats to quiet down, and the originally noisy footsteps in the corridor were quickly reduced to two or three kittens.

Now the only sound of footsteps approaching the classroom was different from Director Jiang's footsteps.

In fact, even ordinary people can distinguish this difference - because Director Jiang hardly wears high heels.

As expected, as footsteps approached, a somewhat unfamiliar face appeared from the front door of the classroom.

It took Zheng Yi a few seconds to realize that this person seemed to be the Chinese teacher in the [-]th class next door, Director Jiang's best friend, Teacher Cai.

This was the first time Director Jiang had been in class [-] since he left, but he had never eaten pork and had seen pigs running, so Zheng Yi immediately realized what might happen.

It's just that this guess needs to be confirmed.

He looked worriedly at Mr. Cai who walked up to the podium and faced many students with puzzled eyes.

This teacher Cai, who together with Director Jiang formed the Single Female Teachers Alliance of Municipal No. [-] High School, blinked and smiled at the confused children.

"Hello, little comrades. Some of my classmates must have recognized me. I am the Chinese teacher in the tenth class next door. My surname is Cai. Everyone can call me Teacher Cai."

"As for why I appear here, it's actually because your Teacher Jiang is sick, and I may be the temporary acting class teacher for you for several days. If you have any difficulties or worries, you can tell me, don't tell me Teacher Cai is very polite!"

As soon as these words came out, most of the students were taken aback for a moment, but those who quickly reacted began to whisper, and even a few girls began to raise their hands to ask Director Jiang's specific physical condition.

Zheng Yi sat in his seat, frowning.

"Director Jiang is actually sick?"

It was hard for him to imagine that the person who was full of energy throughout the year and could run faster than 90% of the boys in the class would actually get sick so silently.

Is it because of the seasonal rotation?

"That's just a scene."

A voice suddenly came from in front of Zheng Yi.

It was Zheng Yi's front desk Liu Hui.

He obviously heard Zheng Yi's mumbling.

Wearing glasses, this gentle-looking boy stretched his upper body backwards and said to Zheng Yi under his voice: "My aunt said that Director Jiang seemed to be injured by something when he came home last night. In the hospital."

Zheng Yi narrowed his eyes slightly.

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Chapter 4: At the end is also the beginning

For Liu Hui's words, Zheng Yi believes that the credibility is very high.

It's not just because Liu Hui's aunt is the director of the Political and Education Department of the Municipal Fifth Middle School.

It's not just because of Liu Hui's excellent past record of basically never saying anything.

In fact, if it was placed a few months ago, Zheng Yi would not be so suspicious.

Even if it's hard to imagine Director Jiang's illness, at least he won't extend his thinking in other directions.

But now it's different.

[Terminal, how is the acceptance of the task? 】

[The maximum number of task recipients of seven people has been reached. In addition to the four agents you have recorded and yourself, there are a total of two unfamiliar agents participating in this task. 】

【Then about Director Jiang...】

[As the terminal once said, it is difficult to define with common sense when a divine disaster event will occur. It is difficult for the terminal to give you a satisfactory answer before it is confirmed by an agent with the corresponding special tracking ability or witnessed by you. Answer, I am very sorry. 】

[No, don't say that, this is not your fault, no need to apologize. 】

While using a memory beyond the human standard to engrave every sentence, every blackboard writing, and even the subtle changes in expression of the teacher in this class into his mind, Zheng Yi skillfully wrote notes in his hands, while talking with the terminal in his mind.

He pursed the corners of his lips, and his eyes wandered out of the window unconsciously.

[Probably... I just want to get some advice from you. After all, I have been relying on you so much all this time. When I come to my senses, I will feel a little weak unconsciously at times like this... I should apologize, Feel sorry. 】

【... It's an honor to be relied on by you. 】

[Hehe, in short, after school, go to check Director Jiang's situation first, but there is no information about Director Jiang's hospital at Liu Hui's side, and the reason is not that he didn't ask, but Director Liu refused to say...]

Looking at Teacher Cai on the podium, Zheng Yi frowned.

"It doesn't seem to be easy..."

——

Although it is not as good as Jiang's instructor who can teach and laugh in class, but under the soft-spoken explanation and gentle smile of Teacher Cai, the students in Class [-] still ring the bell after class. I completed the first different Chinese class since high school.

"Well, that's the end of this lesson. If you have any questions that you don't understand, you can come to the office to find the teacher after class or during self-study in the afternoon. I am usually in the office. Don't refuse to come because you are shy~"

"understood!"

Amidst the uneven responses, Teacher Cai picked up the lesson plan with a smile, waved to everyone, turned around and stepped on the pair of black high heels and walked out of the classroom.

Zheng Yi immediately stood up, followed the group of classmates who left from the back door, and slipped out of the classroom without a trace, then walked down the stairs, quickly passed the corridor on the next floor, and stepped out at the corner of the stairs at the other end.

"Hey!"

Startled by Zheng Yi who suddenly jumped out, Teacher Cai, who was about to go down the stairs, subconsciously pressed the handrail with his left hand, and shrank back holding the lesson plan with his right hand.

Zheng Yi hurriedly stopped: "Sorry, Teacher Cai, I didn't want to scare you."

"It's okay, I'm naturally timid, it doesn't matter... But you can't run around in the corridor like this, if you accidentally bump into someone or you don't stand firm—huh?"

Holding back some scattered hair, Teacher Cai gathered the wavy hair behind her ears, suddenly stopped the nagging that she almost started, poked her head forward, and carefully looked at Zheng Yi with the glasses on the bridge of her nose.

"Classmate, you... are you Zheng Yi?"

"Teacher Cai, do you know me?"

"The twin stars of class three and nine, the boys in our class often say that you and that male student named Kong Hui are the sports stars of our liberal arts class, and Xiao Hua shows you off to me like Bao every day, don't you know. "