There’s an Evil Spirit Here

When we saw Officer Wei WeChat, now in the group,

Neigh!

Fangzheng sucked in his breath, and suddenly felt that the back alveolar was sour and cold.

However, Officer Wei's WeChat has not been moving. Founder thought that Zhang Yiwen mentioned that Officer Wei had a task. When he heard that he had a special task, he would request to sever all contact with the outside world, including turning in a personal mobile phone.

Founder once saw a news report that when he was a loyal policeman who was loyal to his post and loyal to his duties, he didn't even see the old father's last face. It was because of special actions that his family couldn't reach him. In the end, in order to keep the personal information of the police secret, the whole society did not know the name of the people ’s police, only that the hero who silently guarded people was called the people ’s police, and devoted his life to respected positions.

Founder Wei Wei had no news, and Founder was relieved.

The most guilty thing he has now is to encounter Officer Wei.

"Founder, what are your hobbies?"

"What fruit do you like to eat?"

"What kind of girl do you like?"

"Do you like mature and older than yourself, or do you like a silent girl, like my cousin?"

The more I found out, the more I found out that something was wrong.

The smartphone in his hand kept trembling, and WeChat kept prompting new messages. He obviously faced Zhang Yiwen, but the opposite Zhang Yiwen kept sending messages in the WeChat group of only three people.

And the questions asked are more wonderful than one.

Is this the so-called unique breath of teachers? Who can rely on text chat without talking beep? Founder's forehead hung a few black lines. In front of Zhang Yiwen, who was only a few centimeters away, he embarrassedly retreated in the group: "Mr. Zhang, your way of chatting is really unique and fresh and refreshing."

Can Founder not say that?

People who don't know think that there are two neuroses here. They don't communicate face-to-face and have to chat with WeChat.

Typing hands are not tired?

Severe mobile phone control?

Founder decided to meet Zhang Yiwen less in the future. He always felt that this cousin of Officer Wei was a bit mentally ill.

Obviously the two faced each other and had to type on their phones to chat.

This is not what is mentally abnormal?

Just when Fangzheng was about to leave, Zhang Yiwen wanted to send Fangzheng. As a result, she stepped on high heels, and the various decoration materials on the ground were cluttered. Zhang Yiwen did n’t pay attention, and the heels of the high heels happened to step on the edge of a pv hot tube On the way, people exclaimed and almost fell.

Founder's eyes were quick, and he stepped forward to help Zhang Yiwen, which prevented Zhang Yiwen from falling off, and then Founder immediately let go of Zhang Yiwen.

Although Zhang Yiwen survived the disaster, he still suffered a little bit of pain, and his small face was a little bit white. It turned out that he had reached the foot, and the ankle of his right foot had quickly become red and swollen.

"Mr. Zhang seems to have reached his feet. It is estimated that Mr. Zhang can't walk for the time being. There is a large pharmacy just outside the community. This master, you help her go to the large pharmacy outside the community. She will pay for the medical expenses herself. clear."

Fang Zheng raised his hand to Zhang Yiwen in front of him and said to the decoration master with a surprised expression on the side.

"I?"

A decoration master who was noticed by Founder Xing, looked around and made sure that he was not mistaken. He pointed his hand at himself, and the other party was indeed speaking to himself.

He finally believed a word.

Some people are indeed single by virtue of their strength.

It deserves to be a single dog for life.

Such a great opportunity actually did not go up, and also actively pushed the beauty out, this is either mentally abnormal or brain water.

Founder gave a positive nod.

joke.

Although this teacher Zhang has good temperament, he has long been regarded by Fang Zheng as mentally abnormal.

It's too late to stay away, and there is no one to continue jumping into the fire pit.

After receiving a positive response from Founder, Zhang Yiwen said: ""

Decoration master A, B, D: ""

Why do you always feel that the style is not right?

"There is no need to trouble this master, there is an elevator in the community, and there is no multiple injuries to my feet. I can walk to the big pharmacy alone." Zhang Yiwen smiled politely.

Founder: "Teacher Zhang is careful all the way."

Zhang Yiwen: ""

With a dark complexion, she just said politely that she did not expect Fang Zheng to really give her away.

Fortunately, however, Founder did n’t really do anything. He still understood how to care for the elderly, weak women, children, disabled people, and took the initiative to bend down to pick up Zhang Yiwen and almost fell down. .

While Fang was picking up the materials, he took a casual look at it. It was a junior high school language test paper, which seemed to be a junior third mock test paper. Correct.

Zhang Yiwen endured the pain in his foot and also crouched down to pick up the test paper together.

"Eh, Teacher Zhang, are the students in this birthday photo all students in your class? These students seem to spontaneously celebrate your birthday for Teacher Zhang?" Founder was curious to pick up an eight-inch photo.

The background on the photo is a school classroom. Looking at the bright smiles of the students, it can be seen that Zhang Yiwen is very popular with the students. It should be a spontaneous celebration organized by the students.

When referring to the students in the photos, Zhang Yiwen's beautiful white face like crystal ivory showed a favorite look: "They are cute, right."

"It turns out that Teacher Zhang brought a graduation class of 48 people." Founder was a little surprised. Zhang Yiwen was so young that he could take the third grade graduation class.

"Forty-eight people?"

"Not forty-six people?"

Zhang Yiwen looked at Founder puzzled.

Founder was shocked.

He carefully counted the students in the photo again, indeed forty-eight.

So Fang was holding a photo ~ www.ltnovel.com ~ and asked Zhang Yiwen again to confirm. Zhang Yiwen said seriously: "There are forty-six people in the class. I can't remember the number of my students.

Founder frowned.

He flipped the photos. Generally speaking, like this group photo, everyone's name would be printed on the back. Sure enough, the corresponding student name appeared on the back of the photo.

Founder counted the names of the students, indeed it was forty-eight.

Founder looked awkward, pointing at the student's name on the back of the photo. His expression began to be very serious and said: "Mr. Zhang, how many student names do you see on the student list?"

The answer was still forty-six people.

Fang Zheng immediately asked several decoration masters present, and the answer he got was unified by 46 people. No matter the name or the person in the photo, they always see forty-six people.

Of the people present, only he saw forty-eight people, but there were two more people, or two of them disappeared?