Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

On the second day, the program is only in the morning, and the afternoon is free activity-holiday.

The seat changed a bit, but Qiao Lian's side was still empty.

Chu Zheng sat down beside him and looked at the stage lightly.

Qiao Lian's attention was not on the stage, all on Chu Zheng.

He tossed about last night and stayed up all night.

He didn't know what he was thinking, he was confused.

Qiao Lian's eyelashes drooped and fell on Chuzheng's hands freely resting on the back of the chair.

Those hands are beautiful, slender and long.

Qiao Lian stared at the hands for a long time, carefully stretched out his hands, and put them next to Chu Zheng.

The next second he retracted and looked at the stage.

But soon, Qiao Lian couldn't help but put his hand back.

The distance between the back of the chair is very narrow, he only needs to move a little side to touch her.

Qiao Lian took a deep breath, and as soon as he moved his fingertips, Chu Zhengshou withdrew back, and she took a look at the phone.

Qiao Lian saw it was a text message.

There are no notes.

Chuzheng deleted it after reading it, and even blacked it out.

My aunt didn't give up and didn't know whose cell phone used to send it to her.

She can't get close to her now, she can only use this method.

Chuzheng put down his phone and met Qiao Lian's gaze as soon as he turned his head.

She was stunned: "What's the matter?"

Qiao Lian lowered his gaze and shook his head. He put his hand back in front of him and watched the show on stage intently.

Chu Zheng suddenly raised his hand to touch his head: "I will see you off after school in a while, don't run around."

Qiao Lian's head was rubbed by someone, and his body stiffened for a moment. He didn't even think of throwing it away, but nodded: "Yeah."

There were people everywhere, and Chuzheng withdrew his hand after only two touches.

Qiao Lian leaned aside, propped his forehead with his hand, and slowly touched his fingertips in his hair.

What she did just now...

So skilled.

Has she touched others like this before?

-

The last show ended, and the host said the closing words.

Just when everyone thought it was over and they were about to leave.

The light in the entire auditorium was suddenly extinguished and plunged into darkness.

"power cut?"

"Don't move, don't move, don't move."

"Don't step on me!"

The exclamation and the teacher's voice of maintaining order sounded one after another.

In the next second, a beam of light hit the auditorium.

"Don't go away, everyone. We have also prepared the last show. Please enjoy it. Next, please let Qiao Leng from Class 3 and 22 of Senior Middle School bring us a piano solo."

That beam of light hit Qiao Lian at this time.

Chu Zheng had just stood up, outside the passage, the light beam did not hit her.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qiao Lian, including the school leader in the front row and the leader from above.

Qiao Lian was taken aback first, then frowned.

The voice on stage continued: "Welcome everyone!"

The leader underneath happily: "Where is the finale?"

Where did the principal know that there was such a story: "Hahaha, I don't know the surprises these children make."

"Young people just have ideas, then let's take a look."

"That's fine too."

The leaders all sat back.

Qiao Lian got up, but instead of going to the stage, he went straight out of the auditorium.

"..."

The space fell into awkward silence.

Chu Zheng chased Qiao Lian out.

But in a few seconds, there are still people outside.

Who did this in the end!

Chu Zheng went back to the backstage and held the host just now: "Who told you to say this last?"

The host was also a school, and was startled by Chu Zheng, and whispered: "Meng...Meng Yu."

Meng Yu.

This dog stuff!

Chuzheng walked outside with a cold face.

Someone called her from behind.

"Mr. Ruan, we will have a meeting in a while..."

"I take a leave."

"Ms. Ruan!!"

Chuzheng looked around, but did not find Qiao Lian.

There is no class in the afternoon, and everyone can leave home directly after finishing.

The students in the school soon walked almost the same, leaving only the students on duty to clean up the mess.

Chuzheng called Qiao Lian, but no one answered.

Chu Zheng felt that he should install a locator for Qiao Lian.

Hum.

A message was displayed on Chuzheng's phone.

[Qiao Lian: Teacher, I'm home. 】

[Chuzheng: Can you find the way? 】

[Qiao Lian: The driver picks up. 】

[Chuzheng:...]

[Chuzheng: Tell me when I get home. 】

It took Qiao Lian for a while to return.

[Qiao Lian: Yes. 】

-

on Saturday.

Chuzheng lay on the sofa without an image, watching a boring documentary.

Change the station after a while, change the station after a while...

[Miss sister, are you bored? 】

Chuzheng immediately put on a serious face: "No."

[But I think you look boring. 】

"No, you are wrong."

[...] I didn't say to send a task, so what to do so nervously.

Chu Zheng was thinking about how to flick the King, when the door suddenly rang.

Very softly.

The takeaway that Chuzheng thought of was going to open the door.

The corridors are empty and there are people everywhere.

Chu Zheng looked down the corridor and closed the door.

Five minutes later, the door was knocked again.

Chu Zheng opened the door, but there was still no one outside.

by!

Which dog thing!

... will not be haunted?

Chu Zheng quickly closed the door.

Chu Zheng lay on the door and looked outside. There was nothing suspicious.

Chu Zheng turned his back and leaned against the door.

She turned around abruptly and opened the door.

The person outside the door was stunned, and the next second, he turned and ran.

Chu Zheng grabbed his collar: "Who are you."

The man was wearing a peaked cap, a little thin, and he didn't look like a serious person.

"I...I'm passing by."

"Passing by? Passing by knocking on my door?" Chu Zheng slammed the person against the wall and pressed his arm: "Say, who asked you to come."

"Ah..." the man yelled in pain, "I really passed by."

Chuzheng hard.

"I said I said... a woman asked me to come."

woman?

Chuzheng took out his phone and turned out a photo: "Is this?"

"Yes, it's her."

Huang Min still doesn't give up.

No, she never gave up.

Before sending her a text message threatening.

Chuzheng made people look at her, but she didn't expect that she would learn to invite people.

That stingy aunt really took a big step.

"What do you want to do?"

"Just scare you..." The human said: "Auntie, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"How much does she give you?"

The man held out a finger.

Chuzheng said grimly: "I'll give you three times. How can she scare me, you can scare her, understand?"

"..."

Can this happen?

"Understand?"

"understand."

Chuzheng let go of him and let him go.

She had just returned, and within two minutes of sitting down, someone knocked on the door outside.

Chu Zheng: "..."

It's endless!

Chuzheng opened the door angrily: "What don't you understand... Qiao Lian?"

The boy stood outside the door, his clothes drenched and attached to him. The white cloth showed a translucent effect, and there were faint traces of blood soaking in the clothes.

The hair was also wet, and the water kept dripping.

It looks pitiful and tight.

"teacher."

He gave a muffled cry.

"Come in." Chu Zheng didn't ask anything.

Qiao Lian lowered his head and entered the room.