Chapter 393 No longer alone (please subscribe)

Author: Ah Hui who keeps updating

Although Chang Le said this, he always responded to Tang Kuo's request.

But what Chang Le couldn't imagine was why Tang Pu asked him about such a thing.

"Is it because Brother Zhu has a new strange little hobby?"

Chang Le held the phone in his hand, and his expression looked very wonderful, and he turned into an emoticon package for the elderly in the subway to look at his phone.

Today he and Lin Chumo made an appointment to watch a movie together, and they were waiting for the movie to start in the rest area.

"What's wrong?"

Lin Chumo saw that Chang Le's expression changed very clearly, so he asked in a warm voice.

"Brother Zhu asked me to find a boy in the school with a mole on his neck on his left side. I don't understand why he asked me to do this."

Even though Chang Le always responded to Tang Kuo's request, he really couldn't figure it out at this moment. He mentioned this matter casually to Lin Chumo beside him, thinking that Tang Kuo wanted to do something on a whim.

"Hey, who usually sees boys' neck stalks? Even if I have seen them, I won't remember them. Even if I ask acquaintances from other classes for help, I will be regarded as a fool..."

Although Chang Le complained, his hands were very honest, and he was sending the same message in groups, obviously looking for someone to check the identity of the boy with a mole on his neck.

"After all, it was Tang Zhu who asked you to help you do, and there was always a reason for what he did."

Lin Chumo said, staring at the clock not far away, with only ten minutes left before the opening of the movie.

"You think so too. After all, it's that Brother Zhu. You don't know. Brother Zhu is my lifelong idol..."

The joy and pride on Chang Le's face were beyond words. Lin Chumo stared at his face for a few seconds before he spoke again with a complicated expression.

"I think no one doesn't know about this..."

The night became darker, and a bright full moon in the sky poured down all the moonlight, and the entire Shencheng was shrouded in a thin layer of silver yarn.

In the principal's office of the principal at the end of the high school, the principal with a bloated figure and cute appearance remained in the office.

It was already nine o'clock in the evening. He stood by the window, holding the phone in his hand, and was communicating with the staff on the other end of the phone about the specific time of the auditorium when the construction of the auditorium began.

"The school is still discussing it, but it's just that there is a plan at the moment. The specific time has not been decided yet. When it is decided, I will tell your decoration team."

After hanging up the phone, he pushed the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and the smile on the corner of his mouth slowly calmed down.

Of course no one can let the principal work overtime, he wants to stay in school.

Looking out from the window of the principal's office, you can see the entire vast playground and the fields of poplar trees beside the playground.

There is a table tennis table next to the poplar tree and a bench for students to take a short rest after walking on the playground. It can be said that it is very humane.

When he saw the night view of the campus outside the window, his mood relaxed a little.

The principal of the Zhongjia High School is named He Tingbai, and he is the only principal since the founding of the school forty years.

And this year he is exactly seventy years old.

He had already passed the age of retirement at the age of seventy, but he couldn't bear to leave here, so he stayed until now.

His hair had already turned gray, but fortunately he was still healthy. In fact, there was not much work in the school that he needed to take charge, so he didn't feel overwhelmed.

He Tingbai is the principal of the Zhongxiao High School, and he decides the final decision on all matters in the school.

He stood by the window, his thoughts turned around, and time seemed to slowly retreat, back to forty years ago.

At that time, He Tingbai was one of the few local high-education talents and was a master of the most popular people. Because his parents were both extraordinary, he was entrusted with important tasks at the age of 30 and became the principal of Shencheng New Era Middle School.

At that time, he was young and energetic, and he also wanted to make great progress in building a school in order to achieve better development in the future.

But later, he spent his whole life in this end high school.

To this day, there is still a copybook hanging behind his desk with four large characters written on it.

"People-oriented"

Full High School is the most relaxing middle school in Shencheng. There is no pressure to study here. It is based on allowing children to have a memorable youth environment, giving students the best high school life.

But the four words "people-oriented" that are praised by others have hurt He Tingbai's heart countless times.

He stood by the window of the principal's office, and could not see the restaurant building due to perspective, let alone the auditorium behind the restaurant.

He Tingbai remembered the name Wanju for forty years and never forgot it.

If Wanju was still alive, she would not only be a parent, but now she has spent a long period of life.

Now the auditorium is about to be renovated. On the basis of maintaining the original building, it will be renovated inside and outside, which will also allow Zhongji High School to have a great auditorium that can be used.

This proposal was proposed by the Director of the Academic Affairs Office, with the reason that the school facilities are more complete and are conducive to the enrollment plan.

The person who made the final decision was naturally He Tingbai. He should have refused on the spot at that time, but he didn't. He just said vaguely, which was more like a tacit consent.

Perhaps thirty-five years after that fire accident, He Tingbai, who is about to reach the end of his life, is also seeking a spiritual relief.

Wanju was crushed by broken beams and pillars, which made it impossible to escape from the fire scene immediately. The reason why the beam and pillar broke was because the school did not choose the best building materials when building the auditorium.

At that time, He Tingbai firmly believed that the school should use good steel for the cutting edge, and the school funds should be used for student cultivation. The auditorium would not be used for classes. After all, there is not much use, so it is good to walk around.

If he knew that this would happen later, he would have spent a lot of money to build the auditorium into a wall of iron.

He Tingbai has seen the short-haired girl named Wanju many times.

She has excellent academic performance and is also the class monitor in the class. She is loved by teachers and classmates on weekdays.

Although no one knows why Wanju existed in the auditorium that night, the reality is that a fire accident has occurred. Wanju's body was hit hard by a broken beam and fell, causing the body to be unable to move for a while, which caused the tragedy to occur.

It is a serious matter that students died if there is any problem with the school's building materials selection. At that time, in order not to affect the reputation of Shencheng New Era Middle School, the school blocked the news. To this day, the outside world only knows that a student was burned to death in the auditorium of the high school, but he did not know that the student did not die in it because of the fire.

"Wanyue, I'm sorry for you..."

He Ting's white nose was filled with tears under the golden glasses, and the guilt that lasted for 35 years also spread to the extreme in this night when no one cared about it.

At the same time, Mu Xi was watching TV series on her laptop in her room.

The theme is the story of a modern witch saving the world. No matter what, Mu Xi is just a seventeen-year-old high school student. It is normal for him to be interested in TV series with this kind of theme.

Today is Sunday, and the end of high school is weekend. Logically, Tang Kuai should have rested in these two days.

It was just because the school issued a notice that the break time was moved to next Monday and next Tuesday, because some teachers in the school had to go to other places for teaching exchanges on Mondays and Tuesdays.

In other words, Tang Kuo and Qin Zheng don’t have to go to school tomorrow or the day after tomorrow.

Since he was unable to go to school for a short period of time, he would also cause trouble for Tang Pu to find a boy with a mole on his left neck. So Tang Pu thought about it and thought of another of his two most important friends, besides Chang Le.

Choosing to believe in metaphysics when you are desperate is nothing more than one of the means to solve difficulties.

"Are you there"

Mu Xi saw the WeChat message sent by Tang Kuo, and the cold witch lady felt bored.

"How did you find a girlfriend when you chat with me?"

"…"

"I want to ask you for a favor, see if your divination can be more accurate, and help me find someone."

When Tang Pu sent this message, his mood was very complicated.

Once upon a time he never believed in the world that there were gods, but later he realized that his mother was the little king of hell in the underworld.

Tang Kuo's three views have also changed slightly, which led to his hope of finding the black-mole boy now on Mu Xi's divination...

"What kind of person"

"A boy with a black mole on his left neck, the search range is the entire full end of high school. How about it, can you find your crystal ball?"

"How omnipotent is my crystal ball in your heart?"

"…"

Seeing Mu Xi’s reply, Tang Kuo’s mood became even more complicated.

Although he had long felt that this matter was not very reliable, he still felt helpless when Mu Xi complained about it.

"Remember to treat me to dinner next time"

Another message from Mu Xi almost made Tang Kuo's eyes light up instantly.

There is a chance.

"I will definitely treat you to a meal, but didn't you say your crystal ball can't do this?"

"Your understanding of the witch is too shallow."

The WeChat message sent by Mu Xi gave Tang Kuo a feeling that she was very arrogant. Although he did ask for Mu Xi, this feeling still made Tang Kuo feel a little unhappy...

It's just that Mu Xi, who is so petite that she is obviously seventeen years old but still looks like a child, what's so cool about it...

"How long will it take to know the result"

"Thirty minutes later"

"Thank you"

Tang Kuo put down his cell phone and waited patiently for Mu Xi's reply.
To be continued...