Jian Yan raised her head, shook the hand holding Qinuo, and said with a smile, "Sister, I will do whatever makes you happy."

"Is it okay to kill them?"

Jian Yan did not answer the question, but said: "Sister, if you don't go back, the dormitory will be closed."

Qinuo stretched out his hand and said, "Give me the lamp."

Jian Yan hesitated, "This is the lamp I use to do my homework, just one."

"I know, I'll return it to you when I get back to the dormitory." Qinuo flicked Jian Yan's forehead, and raised the corners of his mouth slightly, "I won't steal the kid's things."

Jian Yan reluctantly handed the lamp in his hand to Qinuo.

Qinuo took the bright desk lamp and let go of Jian Yan's hand. She first walked to the sink and closed the faucets one by one. Then she looked up and saw herself in the mirror.

The dim light reflected the girl's slightly green face.

Qinuo was in a trance. In the mirror, she actually looked like she was fifteen or sixteen years old when she was a teenager.

It looks a little awkward.

Qinuo turned away and walked away.

The empty corridor was filled with dead silence.

This teaching building is in the shape of a "hui", with teaching buildings on all sides. In the middle of a large area of ​​land, there is a statue more than three meters high, which is engraved with a serious face of Confucius. There are some plants next to it.

Flowers and plants.

The teaching building has a total of seven floors, and the top floor is actually a rooftop. A few years ago, because someone slipped and fell from the roof, all the rooftop doors of the teaching building were blocked.

Qinuo walked in front with a desk lamp in his hand, heading towards the stairwell with a familiarity. Jian Yan ran non-stop with his short legs, and then he caught up with the people in front of him.

Yingnan Private Middle School is a fully closed middle school with strong teaching resources and profound foundation. It has set a record of 89% admission rate to key universities for all grades, which also makes this high school famous. In addition, the discipline here is very strict, many

Rich people spend a lot of money to send their children to study here.

Qinuo was sent to this school by Qitian at the age of fifteen to study in the first year of high school. He was a transfer student and was very unpopular.

According to some things that happened that year, the rumor that Chen Yiyi committed suicide in the women's bathroom emerged in the first semester of her sophomore year of high school.

The more Qinuo recalled those things in school, the more funny he felt.

The game mission this time is to trigger a hidden mission at will... If this time is as Qinuo thinks, it would be so fun.

Because, a lot of things happened during the first half of my sophomore year in high school.

After going down to the first floor, Qinuo stopped as soon as she turned the corner. She raised the lamp a little and moved her eyes to one place.

There is a person standing vaguely under the statue of Confucius, wearing a blue and white school uniform, with disheveled hair, revealing a pale face - she is a female student.

"Sister, what are you looking at?"

Jian Yan shook his head, indicating that he couldn't see anything.

In the blink of an eye, the figure had disappeared.

"Nothing." Qinuo looked away calmly and continued walking forward.

After exiting the gate of the teaching building, you can see a particularly large school emblem standing in the center of the school. It is a model of two hands clasped together. A little below, the school motto of Yingnan Private Middle School is engraved - Hand in Hand.

,help each other.

Seeing this line of text again, Qinuo just wanted to say one thing: Help me!

This school is built on the mountain, with five teaching buildings concentrated in the front. Walking around the school badge model and walking in, you can see the playground with an 800-meter track on the left, and the library on the right, which is not usually open to students.

It is open to students and can only enter the library between 8 a.m. and 6 p.m. on weekends.

On the other side of the library is the girls' dormitory.

Walking further inside is the boys' dormitory, and a few minutes' walk away is the school cafeteria, close to the back hill.

The back mountain is densely forested, with a variety of loquat trees. There is a Zhuangyuan Building inside, which is as high as two stories. There are some lounge chairs around. There are few people in this place, so it is a must-visit place for young couples to go on a date.

Going down the back hill, there are also several girls' dormitories.

Under the dormitory building where Qinuo lives, there are some very lush flowers planted. There are all kinds of flowers. They are very beautiful. These are planted by the dormitory aunt. No one knows why the flowers she grows are all special.

Fat

Qinuo had just walked into the dormitory door when a low and hoarse voice suddenly came from behind him, "Which class are you in?"

"Grandma!" Jian Yan jumped over, his tone very proud, "I found this sister!"

The dormitory manager is fifty-five today. She doesn't look very old, but her voice is hoarse and unpleasant. She is also very mean. She doesn't care about some things at all. She turns a blind eye and usually spends her thoughts on the flowers she planted.

.

That is a precious flower that no one can touch, not even Jian Yan.

The dormitory caretaker touched Jian Yan's head lovingly, turned to Qinuo and said, "That dormitory?"

"305."

The dormitory manager frowned and said, "They said everyone is already here."

Qinuo bit her lower lip, her eyelashes fluttering, and she couldn't shed a single tear, "Auntie, what can I do? They bullied me and locked me in the toilet and refused to let me out. I can't do anything.

"

The dormitory aunt looked Qinuo up and down with a mean look, "Why do they only bully you and not others? Don't you have nothing wrong with yourself?"

"Auntie, I am the victim."

"I have never heard anyone say that they are a perpetrator," the dormitory aunt said nonchalantly, "Okay, it's almost one o'clock, you can go back to the dormitory."

Qinuo didn't move. She raised her eyes, revealing some red eyes, and said weakly and helplessly: "Auntie, do you think they will open the door for me?"

"It's really troublesome." The dormitory aunt yawned, turned around impatiently and went back to the room to get the key. She kept talking. She didn't suppress her voice deliberately, and Qinuo could hear everything clearly.

Chu.

She was saying: "Forget it, just keep it in the toilet! You're a troublemaker."

Qinuo pursed her lips. At that time, no one rescued her, and she was indeed locked in the toilet for a whole night.

Jian Yan stood at the door and said thoughtfully: "Grandma, give me the key and I'll open the door."

"Oh, my dear," the dormitory aunt rubbed Jian Yan's soft cheeks affectionately, "Why are you so well-behaved today?"

"Grandma," Jian Yan patted her small chest, "When I grow up, I have to learn to share some things for grandma."

The dormitory aunt directly handed the key to Jian Yan, "Take it carefully, open the door, and take it out for grandma."

"Yeah, I know." Jian Yan stretched out his soft hand and pinched the bunch of keys.

The warm yellow light in the house poured down and fell on the tile floor, illuminating the old man and the young man at the door.

Qinuo stood outside the light. Except for the dim light from the small desk lamp she held in her hand, which illuminated her face, her entire body was trapped in darkness.

Qinuo stood there quietly, looking at what could be considered a heartwarming scene without emotion.

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Chapter completed!