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Fang Ze thought for a while and said, "Did they miss school on Friday twelve days ago?"

"I remember that day."

Zhang Mao said without hesitation, "Neither of them came to class."

Fang Ze wondered: "Why do you remember so clearly?"

Zhang Mao sighed and said, "Because on Thursday, Wang Junyu publicly confessed to Fan Qingyi from the next class, and they made each other very unhappy."

"The whole school knows about it."

"My face has been completely lost by this kid Wang Junyu."

"Because of this, I paid special attention the next day, and neither of them came."

"It is an unexcused absence."

Fang Ze: "Why?"

Zhang Mao shook his head: "I don't know."

Fang Ze wondered: "It's fine if you don't call and ask that day, and when the second week of school starts, you don't ask."

When it comes to this matter, Zhang Mao is even more helpless: "I have been their head teacher since the first day of junior high."

"If I could manage it, I would have managed it long ago."

"It's really powerless."

Fang Ze was silent.

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In terms of Wang Junyu and Han Yang's net worth, if they really get into trouble and disrespect their teachers, Zhang Mao can't do anything about it.

Without worrying about this matter, Fang Zeji asked, "Is there anything unusual about Han Yang on Monday nine days ago?"

Zhang Mao was stunned: "abnormal"

Fang Ze added: "Or, is there anything different from before?"

Hearing this, Zhang Mao frowned: "I need to seriously recall this."

Fang Ze said: "Don't worry, we have time."

"This matter is very important, I hope Teacher Zhang can give me an accurate answer."

"it is good."

Zhang Mao nodded, lost in thought.

Fang Ze waited quietly.

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Memories will surely be remembered.

And students are Zhang Mao's work objects, and he believes that Zhang Mao will not be unimpressed.

After a while, Zhang Mao raised his head and said, "I didn't pay much attention during class."

"Captain Fang also knows what the virtues of underachievers are in class."

"However, I took a few photos with Han Yang during self-study, and found that he was a little dazed and his face was a little pale."

"I guess I'm sick."

Fang Ze said: "Any more details?"

As Zhang Mao recalled, he said: "When writing, it seems that my hand is shaking a little, but there is nothing else."

Speaking of which, Zhang Mao sighed: "I should be playing games all night again, this Han Yang."

"Sooner or later, you will regret your high school career."

After writing down everything Zhang Mao said, Fang Ze smiled and said, "Mr. Zhang, thank you."

"Don't delay your class."

After seeing Fang Ze's question, Zhang Mao shook hands with the other party and said with a smile, "Where, it should, it should be."

"Captain Fang, walk slowly."

After watching Fang Ze leave, Zhang Mao turned around and entered the teaching building.

Five minutes later, Fang Ze stood at the entrance of Yangcheng Experimental Middle School.

With his back against the wall, he took out a cigarette and lit it.

After taking a deep breath, Fang Ze slowly exhaled a puff of smoke.

Looking at the pedestrians coming and going on the street, Fang Ze was expressionless.

After a morning of inquiries, he has basically verified his inference.