Chen Zhe recalled in his mind the scene where he and Qin Xin narrowly escaped death to save Jiang Xiaoqiao in the Seven Yin Bone-eating Soul-Eating Banner.
He didn't notice at all. Shen Rongrong used to be an extremely introverted girl. No matter what difficulties she encountered, she would not tell anyone, even her best friend Jiang Chen. Now when Chen Zhe asked, she was very natural. I asked Chen Zhe for help.
Perhaps Chen Zhe's status in her heart has risen above that of everyone, even Jiang Chen.
The ghost of that girl is a student at Jiangcheng University. And she seems to be majoring in accounting.
Chen Zhe eagerly took her hand and asked through gritted teeth: "Rong Rong, what's the name of that teacher?"
His expression was ferocious and murderous. But Shen Rongrong was not afraid at all. She was just surprised by Chen Zhe's performance. She whispered: "His name is Xu Zhicheng. He is the deputy director of our department. Chen Zhe, don't be impulsive. Let's think of a solution, okay?" ."
Just now, Chen Zhe really wanted to find this Xu Zhicheng and just hack him to death.
But he was not a particularly impulsive person. Otherwise, if Liu Yi was injured that day, he would have taken a knife and chopped Zhao Sanpao into pieces. He aroused Zhao Sanpao's anger bit by bit, and then killed him. He killed him. This was revenge without breaking the law.
"Rong Rong, please ask me something. A few years ago, a girl at Jiangcheng University jumped from the 18th floor. Her surname was Miao. It is said that she committed suicide after becoming a young lady and did not dare to see her pregnant. Look at her back then. Are you also a student of Xu Zhicheng?"
Shen Rongrong looked at him with big eyes: "You suspect him..."
"Well, that's what I think. But there's a 80% chance that he can't take this matter so lightly. I'm thinking about what to do. You must not stay alone with him now. It's best not to attend his class. Yes." Chen Zhe nodded.
To be honest, if that teacher really wanted to use force against Shen Rongrong, the end would be very miserable. The former Liu Jiang is a good example.
This kind of teacher deserves to die. Letting him live for one more second is unnecessary.
Call the police.
It was really easy for him. This kind of thing doesn't seem to be rape or murder. If it is related, the sentence will not be many years. If the sentence is reduced, the sentence will be reduced soon. It will not hurt the bones at all.
There were a lot of things going on during this period. Chen Zhe even forgot about this. Today Shen Rongrong reminded him of it.
You should go back and discuss with Qin Xin to see if you can solve the problem with some dirty tricks or just kick him in the balls.
Shen Rongrong followed Chen Zhe home and told Qin Xin about the matter. When the little girl heard this, she was immediately filled with indignation. She rolled up her arms and sleeves and was about to fight with Xu Zhicheng. She was stopped by Chen Zhe.
"That teacher Xu Zhicheng seems to be the son-in-law of Principal Zhang Wancai. Some girls have responded to this problem before. It seems that they have been suppressed." Shen Rongrong said.
Oh, by the way. The ghost of that girl once said that the teacher's wife was also the leader of the school. Basically, he didn't run away.
"I know the teacher in the Academic Affairs Office. I'm going to look at that girl's file. It should still be there in a few years," Shen Rongrong said.
Well, if it is confirmed that it is him, how should we deal with him?
Chen Zhe had no idea. Qin Xin shouted happily. She rolled her eyes a few times and suddenly thought of a good idea. She lay down next to Chen Zhe's ear and muttered for a while.
"Hey, I'm a bit stupid. But it sounds interesting."
Just when Chen Zhe and Qin Xin were plotting against the pervert teacher, there was a train coming from the south to Jiangcheng City. An old man carrying a luggage roll stood in the aisle of the train and swayed gently as the train moved. With.
This is the slowest carriage with the cheapest tickets. There are men and women taking off their shoes and feet everywhere. Some people even take off their shoes and socks and lie on the seats to sleep. A strange smell wafts inside the carriage.
This old man is unattractive. He has a wrinkled face. If you say he is old, he actually looks like he is in his fifties. He is definitely less than sixty. He is wearing a rustic gray homespun work clothes. He looks like a professional. A farmer who has been honest all his life.
He stood with his legs parallel and open, with a moderate distance between his feet. He squatted slightly, with his toes parallel and forward. He held his chest and pulled his back. His chest was flat and his back was round. His head was pushed up. His head was as if suspended by a thread. .
Passengers passing by turned a blind eye to him, or showed a little contempt in their eyes.
If Qin Xin came to see it, he would probably exclaim immediately: "What a good horse step."
The old man even strutted in the car. The tickets were cheap and there were many people on the car. The going back and forth was like a market. People were squeezing past. The old man swayed slightly, but his posture was absolutely not wrong.
Horse stance is the basic skill in almost all martial arts. The first lesson for beginners. All masters should stand well in horse stance.
People like Han Jun, who have been in the police for many years, have to work for a period of time every day. Yang Hui's training is even more abnormal. The old man's horse steps are both steady and lively. It is as heavy as a mountain but as light as a feather. It is indescribable. freely.
Gulu.
There was a sound in the old man's stomach. He took out a cold boiled egg and a bottle of cold water from the package, and started eating with a cold hard cake.
When the eggs are cold and covered again, they smell a bit like fart...
A fashionably dressed young woman next to her frowned, covered her nose, and took a few steps to the side: "Pay attention to your quality."
"I'm sorry." The old man smiled humbly. He wrapped the half-bitten cake in a handkerchief and tucked it away.
The announcement in the carriage sounded: "Hello fellow passengers. The next stop is the terminal station of this train. Jiangcheng Railway Station. Passengers please pack your luggage. Don't forget your valuables on the car."
This car has been driving for a long time. The passengers all breathed a sigh of relief. They finally arrived. This car ride is very tiring.
No one noticed that the old man had been standing for a whole day and still looked full of energy.
The passengers gathered at the entrance of the carriage with their luggage. The old man was not in a hurry and let everyone squeeze to both ends of the carriage to prepare to get off.
"Hey, my God, someone cut my bag. My wallet is gone." A woman shouted in a high-pitched voice. There was already a hint of crying in her voice.
The person who lost the money was the young woman who had just accused the old man. She raised her handbag anxiously: "Whoever took my wallet, can you give it back to me? I don't need my money. But I can't give back my ID card, medical insurance card and household registration." ah."
There was a small, narrow slit on the delicate red leather bag. The wallet inside was missing.
There is a thief.
The expressions of the passengers changed and they all checked their belongings. Fortunately, it seemed that this woman had lost something.
Everyone was sympathetic and happy. They all breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not their turn. Otherwise, it would have been troublesome.
Crash. The doors at both ends of the carriage opened. The woman grabbed the person who was about to get off with a sharp voice: "Don't leave. There are thieves here. I want to call the police."
"Damn, you must be sick. We still have things to do." Several people shouted dissatisfied.
The leader, a young man in white clothes, pushed the woman hard. The woman took a step back and fell from the carriage.
No one noticed that the old man slipped through the crowd of supporters to the door like a fish. He grabbed the young man who was about to run and said, "Give me your wallet back."
"Fuck. Why are you so stupid? When did I take her wallet? Are you sick?" The young man shook it hard, but his arm was gripped like an iron vise. It hurt.
The old man said expressionlessly: "Then I will take it back myself."
He stretched out his hand and pulled. The young man's buttons were ripped open with a crash and fell to the floor. There was a red wallet in his inner pocket. He took it out and threw it to the young woman: "Be careful next time you ride in the car. .Don’t crowd with others.”
"Ah... thank you." The woman who the young man pushed sat on the ground. But she was not hurt. She took the wallet and said gratefully.
She opened her wallet. There were three to four thousand yuan in it. She was relieved. She reached out and pinched a few bills in her wallet. After a moment of hesitation, she pinched out a hundred-dollar bill and said, "Thank you, sir. This is a hundred yuan." …”
She looked up and immediately closed her mouth.
Five or six young men had already surrounded the old man. They looked ferocious and put their hands in their pockets. The young man grinned and covered his arms: "Old man, don't leave."
snort.
The old man pretended not to hear and walked straight ahead. He was about to bump into the arms of the person in front of him.
"I fucked you old man, you're deaf. Brothers..."
The old man walked up to the person and didn't see any movement. The person who bumped into him flew out immediately. The people who came around flew out like blooming chrysanthemums. The scene was weird and simple at the same time.
"Young people, please be careful. Each of you has an arm cut off. When I, Huang Zhen, was rampant, you were not yet adults."
The old man said something vaguely. He took out the half of the cake and took a bite. He was left with a slightly stooped back. One leg seemed a bit disabled. He was walking very fast while limping...
"Whoever is fighting here? Arrest him." The police officer yelled. The passengers looked at him with disdain.
Came late enough.
The young woman put her wallet away and stood up: "Who was fighting? These are thieves. An old man helped me get my wallet back and taught them a lesson. What do you do for food?"
"Where is the evidence of the thief? I saw someone fighting." The policeman yelled.
I didn't care about stealing things just now. Now someone is helping to teach the thief a lesson. The police have just arrived. They haven't caught the thief yet and caught the hero. They are the TMD group.
The passengers angrily surrounded the policeman and started arguing. Thief, policeman. The passengers were so noisy that their faces turned red and their necks thickened. The young woman wanted to find the old man to express her gratitude. The old man was no longer here.
At the entrance of the train station, Yang Hui cut his long hair into a crew cut and stood there quietly.
His face was gloomy and angry. Everyone around him was far away from him. Only Han Jun, who was wearing casual clothes, stood beside him. He raised his wrist: "It's almost time."