During the evening self-study period, the head teacher came twice, and the classroom became very quiet due to his lingering influence.

In the loneliness, Yang Sheng took out his headphones and put them on. The only bad thing was that after cutting his hair short, he could not hide the headphones as easily as before.

The melody of light music bloomed in her ears, and her connection with the outside world became much weaker.

She held the pen and started writing chemistry questions.

Tang Jing, who was in the middle and back row, said to her deskmate Meng Ziyun: "Have you seen my headphones?"

Meng Ziyun: "No."

Tang Jing rummaged through the hole in the table, looking puzzled: "The headphones were still there yesterday, why are they gone now?"

Meng Ziyun suddenly remembered something: "Did you forget to take it back last night?"

Tang Jing was just shocked.

The Class 5 class she was in was very strange. Sometimes things would be left in the hole in the table and disappear inexplicably the next day. At that time, many students in the class would curse and curse the thief.

During that time, Tang Jing looked like a thief to everyone.

I thought that by transferring to Class 8, I would be away from thieves, but in the end, the thief transferred to class after him?

In an instant, suspects appeared in Tang Jing's mind: Meng Ziyun, Cao Kun, Shang Caiwei...

Immediately, I thought it was impossible. First of all, I excluded good friends, and then Shang Caiwei was even more impossible. She and Shang Caiwei had been roommates, so there was no suspicion at all.

Is the thief in Class 8?

She was puzzled, and as a result of the aftermath of the murder, she looked at everyone like a thief.

…

After Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong left, their seats became vacant, and the south part of the classroom seemed quite empty.

Chen Siyu, who was sitting at the back table, was lying on her stomach out of boredom, feeling empty and a little lost.

Normally when Jiang Ning and Xue Yuantong were there, they didn't think anything was wrong. Now that they were gone, Chen Siyu realized that many interesting things were missing.

"It would be great if my sister was here." Chen Siyu looked forward to it.

pity.

Geng Lu had just finished a painting and put down the pencil in her hand when she noticed how bored her deskmate was.

High school life is sometimes very tight, and it seems that every minute must be used well, so that one extra point will be spent on the single-plank bridge of the college entrance examination, trampling hundreds of thousands of people.

However, for current high school students, many times in high school are very boring, such as classes with annoying teachers, and they just want to finish them quickly, or long evening self-study classes, and they just want to go back to bed early.

Geng Lu brushed off the pencil dust on the A4 paper and showed the drawing to Chen Siyu.

Chen Siyu walked over and saw an ancient-style man in white clothes on the sketch paper.

His ink-dyed hair fluttered wildly, and he stroked his sword in the snow. The rich details allowed her to clearly see the free and easy smile on the corner of the man's mouth.

Chen Siyu was shocked: "It looks good!"

She thought that Geng Lu could only draw those ancient stereotyped cups and jars, or realistic sketches of characters, but she did not expect that she could actually draw such paintings, which were no different from the paintings she liked online.

Geng Lu: “There is something better!”

This kind of painting is posted on half the wall of her home.

Chen Siyu glanced at him again and again, and suddenly said: "How did I find that he looks like the same person?"

Geng Lu was stunned at first, and then felt a little guilty.

She felt depressed: 'Is Chen Siyu that smart?'

Geng Lu had a bad feeling about being caught doing bad things. She was worried that if she continued to watch, she might guess the secret.

So, she calmly took away the A4 paper and changed the subject: "You read it wrong."

Chen Siyu: "Oh, maybe I saw it wrong."

Geng Lu found that Chen Siyu was unusual, and she secretly decided not to show too much in front of her in the future to avoid speculation.

Chen Siyu didn't go into details. She never thought about it so much and was curious:

"Are you going to sell this painting online?"

Due to Zhang Chi's deliberate publicity, many people in Class 8 knew that Geng Lu made money by painting and taking orders online.

Geng Lu never denied this.

Geng Lu: "This one is not for sale."

Chen Siyu felt that Geng Lu was very powerful. He was not the antique art student she imagined, but an online painter she liked, so she had a filter for her.

Originally, Chen Siyu, Bai Yuxia, and Yang Sheng played more, and were not familiar with Geng Lu. With the topic of paintings as a medium, they quickly started chatting.

Two girls who overestimated each other quickly started chatting together.

Geng Lu was curious about her and asked: "Do you and your sister look more like your father or your mother?"

Chen Siyu: "My mother."

Geng Lu lamented that it was strange that there were only two twins among so many people in the school.

Chen Siyu said that her father and mother had known each other since childhood and were childhood sweethearts.

It's a pity that she didn't have a childhood sweetheart.

Geng Lu said that the relationship between you and your sister is ten thousand times better than your childhood sweethearts.

Chen Siyu agrees very much.

Geng Lu said: "Although my parents were not childhood sweethearts, they were very destined. In those days, many marriages were through introductions."

"Indeed, not many people fall in love." Chen Siyu agreed.

Geng Lu said excitedly: "At that time, there were several matchmakers who proposed marriage to my dad. It was a special coincidence that all the people introduced by the matchmakers to my dad were my mother!"

"In other words, those matchmakers all agreed that my mother is a good match for my father!"

Talking about this, Geng Lu's eyebrows were dancing and full of interest.

Chen Siyu nodded: "What a fate!"

She asked about the ending: "Did your dad and your mom get married in the end?"

Hearing this, Geng Lu was confused for a moment: "Uh, what did you say?"

…

at the same time.

River dam.

Jiang Ning ate relatively quickly. After finishing the meal, he moved the small bench alone and sat at the door.

The sky is completely dark, and the countryside is quiet and peaceful. Looking forward, the moonlight seems to be flowing in the fields.

Now in September, compared to the sweltering heat during the day, the temperature at night has dropped, and a cool breeze blows through, carrying the fragrance of flowers and plants and the earthy smell.

A light is turned on at the door, illuminating the nearby area. If there is any shortcoming, it is probably that there are too many mosquitoes and the bites are a bit fierce.

Uncle Tang, Butcher Zhang, and Teacher Qian gathered in front of the small table to play Landlords. They lit two plates of mosquito coils around them to ensure that the Landlords fight went smoothly.

Several people also asked Jiang Ning why he came home so early, and Jiang Ning said he skipped class.

Butcher Zhang sneered: "Xiao Jiang, what kind of education did you go to? You still skipped classes. My son never skips classes, and later he took one exam!"

"I'm not bragging. If you were my son and you dared to skip class, I would hang you up and beat you!"

Butcher Zhang took this opportunity to demonstrate his superb parenting skills.

Jiang Ning smiled and said nothing.

As an elder, Uncle Zhang gave him a few more lessons and squatted on the ground to continue playing cards.

He held cards in one hand and a popsicle in the other.

After playing the cards, he took a bite of the popsicle and then dropped his hand to the side.

Uncle Tang and Teacher Qian were slow to play cards. It was Uncle Zhang's turn to finish playing cards, and he took another bite of popsicle.

Jiang Ning activated her consciousness, summoned Uncle Zhang's black-backed wolfhound, and coiled it behind Uncle Zhang.

When Uncle Zhang saw this, he felt satisfied. The dog knew that it was close to him, so he stroked the dog's head.

"Yes K." Teacher Qian said, "It's your turn."

Uncle Zhang played: "Yes 2!"

After playing the cards, his hand holding the popsicle was still shaking.

The big wolf dog was lying on the ground, sticking out his tongue and licking the popsicle.

Teacher Qian: "To the king."

Uncle Zhang: "You go out, you go out!"

He took another bite of the popsicle and put it down again. It was the big wolf dog's turn to lick it.
To be continued...