Rebirth: I Have a Spiritual Spring

Chapter 118 Mother Zhang’s intention, something happened

At first, Zhang Wanwan thought her mother's reaction was a bit strange. After Zhang Boyan dragged her luggage out, she casually mentioned it when she went to Leng Ziyue's place to chat with him, but was ridiculed by Leng Ziyue.

Only then did Zhang Wanwan realize that it wasn't Zhang's mother who suddenly became financially savvy, but Zhang's mother was preventing Zhang's father from taking money to help Zhang Jianguo. They didn't know what Zhang Jianguo's punishment would be later. Zhang's mother had planned it in advance. After getting a vaccination, all the money will be used to buy a house. Even if Father Zhang really wants to use the money, there is nothing he can do.

"You, you, you are said to be smart, but you can't even see through such little thoughts. How dare you say that you are your mother's daughter?" Leng Ziyue mocked Zhang Wanwan unceremoniously.

These words made her face turn red. Of course she wasn't shy, she was angry!

But speaking of it, Zhang Wanwan really never thought that Mother Zhang would have so many small thoughts. She could only sigh that Mother Zhang deserves to be Mother Zhang, and she is still very old.

After the National Day holiday, Zhang Wanwan resumed her daily schedule of two o'clock and one line of work. On the first morning when she arrived at school, she found many police cars and even 120 ambulances parked in front of the school. The teaching building where they were located was sealed off. Get up, all the students gathered outside and poked their heads in the air.

Many police officers came in and out of the corridor on the third floor, and a teacher kept comforting a crying and trembling student.

Zhang Wanwan squinted her eyes and took a closer look, and found that the man was from the second class of science in the second year of high school. The second class of science was right next door to their class. It seemed that something had happened.

Zhang Wanwan's heart sank. She searched in the crowd, bumped into a girl in her class, and asked curiously: "What happened?"

The girl was frightened. When Meng turned around, she was a little flattered to see it was Zhang Wanwan. She nervously replied: "I heard that a girl in class two committed suicide by cutting her wrists!"

Zhang Wanwan's pupils suddenly shrank, her mind turned around quickly, and she found that she didn't recognize any of the girls in Class 2. Her heart was relieved, and then she asked a little heavily: "Do you know who it is? Why? Can’t think of it that way?”

Several people shook their heads at the same time. They also came here early in the morning to hear about it, and they didn't even see the person who had the accident.

Zhang Wanwan had no choice but to continue waiting with a bunch of students.

Because it is a teaching building, the police cannot keep it sealed forever. Only the door of the second science class is locked, and other classes can still enter. As for the students of the second science class, they can only go to the big classroom to attend classes.

Perhaps it was because there was a murder case in the class next door. People in class one always seemed a little absent-minded in class that day, and they would talk about things next door when they had nothing to do.

Zhang Wanwan bumped Leng Ziyue with her elbow and asked in a low voice: "Does Tian Sen know what happened to their class? I don't even dare to go through the corridor to go to the toilet now!"

Class 1 is on the outside and the toilet is in the middle. To go to the toilet, you have to pass by Class 2. Now the girls in their class go downstairs or upstairs to use the toilet.

"Coward!" Lengzi teased her a little more and said seriously: "I tell you, don't be afraid."

Zhang Wanwan nodded quickly as she pecked at the rice.

Leng Ziyue said softly: "You also know the person who had the accident."

"What?" Zhang Wanwan suddenly felt a chill running down her spine. She went through the girls in Class 2 again and found that she really didn't recognize any of them. I saw Leng Ziyue writing a name in the notebook. Zhang Wanwan's pupils suddenly dilated. She was in disbelief and at a loss. "How could it be her? She's not."

Leng Ziyue shook his head, "And he cut his wrists on Yan Zeyu's table."

Now Zhang Wanwan's face turned completely pale, her hands and feet were cold, and she didn't know what to say.

Seeing her like this, Leng Zi sighed more and more, "Don't be afraid, these things have nothing to do with you."

Zhang Wanwan knew how dedicated Huang Liting was to Yan Zeyu. Now that something like this happened, she always felt a little uneasy.

After a while, she asked in a low voice: "What about Yan Zeyu? Will he be arrested by the police?"

Leng Ziyue shook his head again, "Although the accident happened in Yan Zeyu's position, Yan Zeyu is a day student, Huang Liting lives on campus, and everyone was on holiday yesterday, so what does it have to do with him? At most, he will be called by the police for questioning."

Zhang Wanwan didn't say anything else, but her heart was heavy. She had been in a daze all day, especially those bold boys in the class who even went to take pictures outside the window of Class 2 and used those pictures to scare the girls in the class.

Zhang Wanwan's heart grew colder when she saw the blood-stained desk and the dried blood on the ground.

Perhaps knowing that Zhang Wanwan was afraid, Leng Ziyue stayed with her silently for the next few days, whether at school or after school, always trying to divert her attention.

On Wednesday, the news of Huang Liting's suicide finally spread among the students. On Friday, it was reported that Huang Liting had been rescued and she was fine. Some people said that she had died a long time ago and her body was sent to the funeral parlor after leaving the school. There were different opinions. The school did not give an accurate answer, and the classroom of Class 2 was still closed.

We still didn't see Huang Liting return to school until the mid-term exam. At this time, everyone tended to think that Huang Liting was dead. There were also people secretly laying flowers outside the second class classroom. The teacher discovered it several times and warned her repeatedly so that this kind of thing never happened again.

Perhaps affected by the suicide incident, everyone generally failed to do well in this midterm exam. Zhang Wanwan still sat firmly in the first position, but she was not satisfied with her results and did not dare to continue to think wildly.

Zhang's father and Zhang's mother didn't know where they heard the news. They went to the temple to ask for a peace charm and came back, saying it would calm their minds. She and Leng Ziyue took a piece each, filled it with incense ash, and told Zhang Wanwan and the others to have it. Just put it in your school bag.

Zhang Wanwan was really dumbfounded. She couldn't control Zhang's father and mother, so she had to put the safety charm inside. Anyway, there was a small zippered compartment in the schoolbag. She didn't use it at ordinary times. That compartment was always empty. Leng Ziyue's schoolbag It's even simpler. He doesn't necessarily bring textbooks to class. At most, he brings today's homework and turns it in. His schoolbag is full of messy things. An extra peace charm is nothing, he still feels fresh.

I don't know if it was a psychological effect, but Zhang Wanwan felt much more at ease after that, and was able to devote herself wholeheartedly to her studies. When it came time for the final exam, her state returned.

When I walked out of the examination room, it was almost dark outside. Winter days are short, and the weather this winter has not been very good, with continuous rain. It was like March in the south of the Yangtze River. It was only after four o'clock in the afternoon, but it looked like it was after six o'clock. Perhaps it was because something happened in the classroom next door. This semester, the students on their floor all left immediately when school was over. No one dared to stay alone in the classroom to study, as was usually the case, let alone finish the exam.

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