When Aquaman crossed over to the Otome game, the car overturned

"I'm in the front and I'll charge you with all my might, and you're just like a scumbag running away after running out of power!"

Zhong Jiamu almost twirled the phone and moved out, even the lowest call volume could not resist Zhong Liu's angry roar.

On the phone, Zhong Liu expressed great dissatisfaction with Zhong Jiamu's abandonment of his brother for love, and said righteously that he would come and beat him up to soothe his frightened young heart.

"I knew you would come out later, that's why I dared to leave," Zhong Jiamu tried to activate the emotional card, "Brother, if you really can't come out in the detention center, I will definitely not leave!"

Zhong Liu was a little persuaded by Zhong Jiamu, and when Zhong Jiamu expressed his deep brotherhood over the phone, the car stopped suddenly.

He raised his head and saw a familiar destination.

Zhong Liu, who was finally appeased, suddenly remembered a crucial thing, "By the way, where do you live now?"

Zhong Jiamu really wanted to say that he was trapped in a pervert's house, but the pervert himself was right next to him, so he could only pretend to be sweet, "I'm staying at my boyfriend's house now, so it's inconvenient to bring you back."

Zhong Liu's voice was slightly wary, "Boyfriend? Who?"

"It's He Wen, you don't know him, I'll introduce you another day."

After Zhong Jiamu perfunctory again, he finally hung up the call.

At this time, Zhong Jiamu felt the strange atmosphere in the car belatedly.

The driver got out of the car at some point, and He Wen sat beside him, looking at him, "Did you forget to explain something to me?"

Zhong Jiamu raised his head and met He Wen's bottomless eyes.

Under He Wen's scrutinizing gaze, Zhong Jiamu belatedly remembered the matter of the campus court.He took back the phone in a daze, knowing that the debt had begun to be settled.

According to He Wen's perverted personality in the game, how could he allow the player to be half-hearted?

Zhong Jiamu swallowed a mouthful of saliva, testing He Wen's tone, "What do you want to know?"

He Wen showed a half-smile expression, "What do you think?"

me me me me say what?Delivering the Aquaman inaugural speech?

Regarding this point, it is obvious that Zhong Jiamu firmly cannot admit it.

"Xi Xingjin is my younger brother," Zhong Jiamu met He Wen's gaze with an extremely sincere expression, "The previous videos all expressed brotherly love and pure brotherhood."

"Brotherhood?" He Wen approached with a playful voice, obviously not believing a word.

Zhong Jiamu scolded Zhong Liu from the bottom of his heart, while explaining: "I am really his brother, his father is my father, and his mother is my own mother."

After a while, He Wen finally let go of Zhong Jiamu, and looked him up and down.

Zhong Jiamu sat in his original position, trying to hold on, "He can be regarded as my big brother, and the elder brother is like a father."

At the end, she sighed, "A father always has to worry about his children."

Seeing Zhong Jiamu's appearance, He Wen was finally pleased, "Get out of the car and go back."

At eight o'clock in the evening, with He Wen's permission, Zhong Jiamu was able to carry out activities in the study.

He locked the door, took out his mobile phone, and entered the video group established by the psychiatrist Miao Miao.

The other person seemed to have arrived early in the morning, and when Zhong Jiamu arrived, he could hear them chatting about other things.But when that person saw Zhong Jiamu enter, he paused.

In the frame of the video is a very cute golden retriever with special effects, its ears retracted at that moment, as if it was frightened by Zhong Jiamu's arrival.

Then, Miao Miao found Zhong Jiamu, "You're online."

Miao Miao's screen didn't have any special effects, and it showed a slightly baby-fat face.Although she wanted to look professional, Miao Miao's whole demeanor softened when she smiled.

Miao Miao went on to say, "Since everyone is due, let me introduce you briefly."

"I'm Miao Miao, and this golden retriever is called He Er, and the three-colored cat that just came in is called Zhong Jiamu."

The golden retriever nodded, "Hello."

Obviously the voice was flat, but the eyes of the golden retriever in the special effects looked at Zhong Jiamu expectantly.

For a moment, Zhong Jiamu couldn't guess what kind of eyes the person behind the special effects was looking at him, so he nodded and smiled, "Hello."

Zhong Jiamu first chose the special effects before entering the group video.

The three-flowered cat on the screen nodded along with him, but showed a carefully observing expression.The next second, Sanhuamao's eyes widened, as if surprised.

Miao Miao looked like she wanted to laugh, but she held back her smile and clapped her hands, "It's the first time we meet, let's all introduce ourselves! Let's start with He Er?"

The Golden Retriever's ears trembled, and his eyes moved from side to side nervously, "My name is He Er, I just graduated, and now I'm working at the headquarters of Jiawen Group."

After the golden retriever finished introducing himself, Miao Miao began to applaud, "The headquarters of Jiawen Group, He Er is very powerful!"

Hearing this sentence, the golden retriever grinned.

That look was so silly that Zhong Jiamu couldn't help laughing.

Zhong Jiamu's self-introduction was very simple, and he had nothing to say, "My name is Zhong Jiamu, a third-year student at Z City Academy of Fine Arts."

It was obvious that there was nothing to say at the beginning, and Miao Miao, as the host, guided them to communicate step by step.

Zhong Jiamu originally thought that he would mention the problem at the beginning, but he didn't expect to just let them chat about some recent trivial matters.Slowly, Zhong Jiamu's heart seemed to portray the image of He Er.

He should be tall. He has just joined Jiawen Group, but he has a strong working ability and is the pillar among his peers.But also because of this, there is often too much pressure.

"Now everyone should be familiar with each other, can you tell me the reason for participating in this video?"

The golden retriever nodded stupidly, and he said very simply, "I'm taking part in this because I like someone alone."

"I've liked it since a long time ago, but I never had a chance when he was with someone else. I thought maybe he would like that type of person, so I tried my best to imitate it, but every time he changed people, it was completely different. Personality, even if I imitate it exactly the same, he never saw me."

"Later, I had a chance and I was with him. But for some reason, he always seemed unhappy. I was sad, but I didn't want to let go. No matter what method I used, I didn't want him to leave me. side."

"I've been waiting for him for too long."

The deep-seated obsession was brought out, and the silly golden retriever showed its white fangs. It was only at this moment that it dawned on people that dogs are also classified as a kind of beast.

Zhong Jiamu was frightened by him, and the three-flowered cat in the video was so frightened that it almost meowed out.

He Er also seemed to realize that he was wrong, so he quickly shut up.The golden retriever in the special effects once again showed a cute expression, "Sorry, I also feel that something is wrong."

Miao Miao said a few words to ease the atmosphere. At this time, Zhong Jiamu found that he seemed to be able to say the car accident.

It's like seeing the most secret thoughts in other people's hearts, but it makes Zhong Jiamu feel that he can also share his secret things.

"This matter is actually very simple, but the background story is very long."

"I have a deep psychological shadow about a dream."

In fact, that car accident should be regarded as the tipping point of everything in the past.And he was just an unlucky guy who happened to step on a landmine.

Zhong Jiamu also posted his experience online for help, but few people stood by his side.

[Little San's child, birth is the original sin, right? 】

[My dad once cheated, and now that junior's child will appear in my eyes from time to time, it should kill me. 】

[The ones that resonate are all of the same kind, right?Advise the landlord to delete the post and not seek scolding. 】

[The point is that the poster didn't have any anger at the fucking way?What about the most basic sense of shame? 】

[Thank you, if I were the son of that regular wife, I would probably want to do the same. 】

[Although I sympathize with the landlord, but you see that cheating man is still on your side, which makes me sympathize with the real wife. 】

All the encounters he suffered were as if he should have endured since he was born into this world.

[If you are smart, you should die! 】

"That's it."

In the video chat, Zhong Jiamu didn't explain too much.Obviously he said these things very calmly, the three-colored cat in the video has been crying miserably, and the golden retriever also looks very sad.

"Wait, wait," Zhong Jiamu finally found out that something was wrong with the special effects of the video, "What's wrong with the special effects? I didn't cry."

He Er said in a steady voice, "I didn't cry either."

But the golden retriever on the screen blinked, and finally shed tears as if he couldn't hold back.

"Dangdangdangdangdang!" Miao Miao stretched out her hand, "Let me introduce the latest micro-expression capture technology produced by Jiawen Technology. It can see through your disguise and express your true inner feelings."

Damn, no wonder the psychiatrist said from the beginning that special effects could be used. I thought it was a thoughtful suggestion, but I didn't expect there was a pitfall here.

"You can cancel the special effects if you feel uncomfortable," Miao Miao showed a treacherous smile, "You can choose these according to your preferences."

He Er was obviously still a little scared, the golden retriever's ears drooped back into airplane ears, "I'm not going to cancel it for now, sorry, it's not that I don't believe you, I just..."

Zhong Jiamu nodded, "I know, it's okay."

In the next second, Zhong Jiamu withdrew from the special effects, revealing his original face.

Zhong Jiamu cares more about his heart being revealed at will than the superficial things, which will make him feel more uneasy.

He Er asked, "Then how are you doing now?"

"I don't know how I'm doing," Zhong Jiamu smiled at the phone's camera, "But I know this is not the life I want, and one day I will escape from everything here."

Time seemed to freeze, the other two people were on the screen blankly, Zhong Jiamu looked at the WiFi signal, it was full and green.

"Hey," Zhong Jiamu said, "Can you hear me?"

At that moment, the talent on the screen seemed to be unblocked.

Miao Miao smiled and said, "Sorry, the signal here is a bit stuck. How about doing it today?"

"Wait a minute," Hol's voice suddenly became serious and serious in the video, "May I venture to ask the reason?"

At first, Zhong Jiamu didn't understand why He Er asked such a question, and then suddenly remembered what He Er said just now.

【No matter what method I use, I don't want him to leave my side. 】

[I've been waiting for him for too long. 】

Maybe Ho was really trying to trap the man.It's just that he came to psychotherapy, which proved that he still had concerns about this matter.

He Er replaced Zhong Jiamu with someone he liked, because he wanted to find an answer from the substitute.

"Do you know? I have been imprisoned in a wheelchair for a long time," Zhong Jiamu also replied seriously, "If I could accept my fate, I wouldn't be desperate to buy an exoskeleton support."

"I'm not going to be here forever, I'm going to run away one day."

"I have the future I want."

In the second half of the group video, probably because of the late night, the videos of the other two parties were always stuck from time to time. If it wasn't for the videos, Zhong Jiamu would have thought they were stunned because of his own words.

In the end, Miao Miao reluctantly said that if today's video meeting ends, the exchange will be held another day.

Zhong Jiamu dawdled for a while before getting ready to go back to his room.

He just opened the door, but found that the lights in the room were not even turned on.

The gauze curtain blocked the balcony and the bedroom, through the tulle, Zhong Jiamu could see the back of a person on the balcony.

After thinking for a long time, Zhong Jiamu finally walked towards He Wen. He opened the curtains and looked at He Wen leaning on the balcony with a cigarette between the middle finger and index finger of his right hand.

He Wen raised his hand and put the smoke to his mouth, the faint red dot suddenly brightened, and then the smoke curled up, but it couldn't hide the sadness between He Wen's brows.

"Ah Wen, why are you here? I thought you were asleep."

He Wen turned his head, and saw Zhong Jiamu's arms drooping by the balcony, looking at him with his head tilted, his appearance was docile and well-behaved, like a deer ignorant of the world.

"It's nothing." He Wen put the cigarette butt in the ashtray beside him, and stretched out his hand to dust off the cigarette smell on his body.

Immediately afterwards, He Wen's hand went around Zhong Jiamu, and embraced him into his arms.The cold smell of cigarettes lingered in Zhong Jiamu's nose, and for a moment he didn't know what happened.

He Wen tightened his hands, trying to carve Zhong Jia into his bones.

He opened his mouth and murmured almost in a low voice, "I won't let you go even if I die."

Zhong Jiamu didn't know what happened to He Wen's nerves again, he felt that he was squeezed so hard that he couldn't even breathe smoothly.He stretched out his hand with difficulty and patted his back, trying to comfort the neurotic, "Don't worry, I won't leave."

Then He Wen's hands tightened even more.

Zhong Jiamu was baffled by this, and was so angry that he wanted to roll his eyes.

The next day the forum was full of turmoil, and because Zhong Jiamu liked an article before, there was a small blue box emphasizing "the person involved thought it was very good" on that article.

That article quickly became popular, and some people even said, "Although I hate school violence, it doesn't prevent me from crying for this beautiful love!"

Of course, that kind of people are in the minority after all, and the majority are those who yell and fight, and this team is obviously still growing.If it weren't for everyone not knowing the address where Zhong Jiamu lives now, I'm afraid blades, wreaths, and paint would all have to line up to enter the arena.

Zhong Jiamu felt that if he didn't protect himself well, he might be killed by the anger of the crowd as soon as he entered the school gate.

Early in the morning, before Zhong Jiamu got out of the car, he saw Meng Gaohan sitting in a wheelchair, leaning against the gate of Jiawen Group, as if he was waiting for someone.

Meng Gaohan in the wheelchair looked indifferent, sitting there like a jade statue.

Zhong Jiamu was still wondering at first, did Meng Gaohan come to see He Wen for something?

When he got out of the car, he saw Meng Gaohan raised his head and glanced over.

He Wen got out of the car and put his hand on Zhong Jiamu's shoulder.

Meng Gaohan's gaze stayed on Zhong Jiamu's left shoulder for a long time, and he frowned slightly, as if he was dissatisfied with his indiscreet student.

He Wen was the first to ask, "Professor Meng rushed over so early in the morning, is there any progress with that exoskeleton?"

"It's not about the company." Meng Gaohan's voice was a few degrees cooler than usual, "It's about the last campus court."

Yesterday's campus court was obviously not over yet, because there were insufficient materials, after the court closed, Meng Gaohan asked the principal for instructions that he needed to go to the high school to learn about the situation and collect evidence.

This incident has already caused a nationwide sensation. If the judgment cannot be made with reason and evidence, I am afraid that the campus court this time will become the Waterloo of Z City Academy of Fine Arts, and its reputation will be greatly reduced.

"The campus court will reopen in a week. Considering the great impact of this matter, after the campus trial is over, those who are found to have plagiarized will most likely be expelled from school."

Zhong Jiamu had expected this kind of result, after all, this was the worst Bad Ending in the game.

Zhong Jiamu naturally wouldn't be so narcissistic that he thought that Meng Gaohan came so early in the morning to make himself admit his mistake, but he didn't know what this person was doing, so he said with a sneer: "The impact is quite big. Thank you Teacher Meng for your hard work."

As soon as he finished speaking, Meng Gaohan looked up at He Wen, "So I want to take him away."

He Wen's hand pressed firmly on Zhong Jiamu's shoulder, and when Zhong Jiamu felt the pain and poked him with his elbow, He Wen seemed to have just realized what he had done.

"Of course." He Wen withdrew his hand calmly, "I'll provide you with a car, it's more convenient."

Meng Gaohan came up with the answer he had thought up beforehand, "No, I drove here by myself."

Zhong Jiamu just looked at them, feeling that he couldn't speak at all.

hello?

Shouldn't the parties be asked for their opinions?

After talking with He Wen, Meng Gaohan seemed to have just discovered Zhong Jiamu's existence.

He stretched out his hand towards Zhong Jiamu, "Come with me, we are going to your high school first today."

Zhong Jiamu expressed his reluctance all over his face, and even put his arms around He Wen's waist.The weather has been hot recently, and He Wen only wore a white shirt. Zhong Jiamu could feel his tight waist and beautiful eight-pack abs through the clothes.

Zhong Jiamu looked up at He Wen and said, "Ah Wen, I don't want to go. I don't care what others think of me, I just want to be with you."

According to He Wen's strong possessiveness in the game, it's impossible to give up the things he got so easily.

He Wen lowered his head and ran his fingertips along Zhong Jiamu's long hair. There was an inexplicable danger in his dark pupils.

"Go," He Wen said, but he seemed like a impartial and selfless parent, "This time, let's treat it as going out to play."

Play shit.

As soon as Zhong Jiamu thought about the investigation, he knew it must be very hard.

Wake up earlier than chickens, sleep later than dogs, 007 every day, no overtime pay!

Between Teacher Meng and He's parents, Zhong Jiamu didn't have any ideas of his own, and was eventually forced to follow Teacher Meng to investigate the plagiarism incident.

Meng Gaohan's car was parked in the underground garage. As soon as Zhong Jiamu opened the passenger door, he saw a bunch of wrapped white roses.

Zhong Jiamu picked up the bouquet of roses and smirked at Meng Gaohan, "The flowers are beautifully packaged, who is Teacher Meng going to give them to?"

Meng Gaohan looked up, and saw Zhong Jiamu sitting in the passenger seat, with the white rose in his hand slightly tilted towards him.The long, smooth hair was tied together and rested peacefully on Zhong Jiamu's right shoulder.

"This flower was given by someone else." Meng Gaohan tried his best to pretend to be indifferent, but his fingertips became cold because of nervousness, "If you like it, I will give it to you."

In fact, this bouquet of white roses was bought by Meng Gaohan who passed by a flower shop this morning and stopped by a ghost.

Because he thought of what Zhong Jiamu said in the video in the campus court yesterday.

Every flower has its own different flower language.Is it possible to use flowers instead of words that cannot be said?

Zhong Jiamu shook his head, "It's unnecessary."

"I remember that the flower language of white roses is that I am enough to match you. Who is so arrogant to give you white roses, Teacher Meng?"

Meng Gaohan was a little flustered, but his face remained calm, "Would it be arrogant to send white roses?"

Zhong Jiamu praised: "Because Teacher Meng is so good, I really can't think of anyone who can be confident enough to match you!"

Meng Gaohan squeezed the steering wheel tightly, he started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

At this moment, the sun just came out, and the moment he exited the parking lot, the warm but not scorching sun traced onto Zhong Jiamu's face through the window.The thick black eyelashes cast a light shadow on Zhong Jiamu's eyelids.

Zhong Jiamu still couldn't guess the candidate in the end. He always felt that Meng Gaohan was not the kind of person who could accept roses casually and put them in the car.

He patted Meng Gaohan's shoulder lightly, and moved the white rose closer, "Since you keep it, Mr. Meng, you should keep it well!"

The white rose tilted slightly, and the surrounding stars were still trembling shyly. The smile of the flower holder in his hand instantly soothed Meng Gaohan's slightly nervous heart.

Even though he was driving, Meng Gaohan reached out to take the flowers that Zhong Jiamu handed over, and put them on his lap.

The picture just now gave Meng Gaohan a kind of illusion.

He thought the flower was given to him by Zhong Jiamu.

This matter is very urgent. In the morning, someone from Z University has contacted the principal of Z High School and obtained his permission.

As soon as they entered the school, the guard opened the door on his own initiative.

Zhong Jiamu's class teacher stood at the door and led them in.

The painting that used to be, apparently no longer exists.

The head teacher took them to an empty classroom, took out the graduation handbooks of all the staff of that class, and showed them to read.

"Hello, Professor Meng, my surname is Zhao. Today the principal asked me to coordinate this matter. We are coordinating the list of personnel you sent this morning. If you have any missing information, you can contact me now. Said, I'll call someone to bring it over."

Sitting in a wheelchair, Meng Gaohan looked down at the personnel manual and replied casually, "That's troublesome."

The head teacher waved his hand and said with a smile on his face, "No trouble, no trouble."

The homeroom teacher turned his head and looked at Zhong Jiamu again, "It's been a long time since I saw you. I thought that after I sent you off for the college entrance examination, I would basically never see you again."

As soon as these words came out, Zhong Jiamu knew that the head teacher was going to start messing around.

Sure enough, after the next sentence, the class teacher began to think back to the past, "In the past, you were the quietest character in the class, but I didn't expect that you could directly drive away that naughty Wen Lan back then."

Zhong Jiamu only had a very small impression of what happened back then.After all, it is a game, and it is impossible to show all the trivial things in 24 hours.

Zhong Jiamu's scalp tingled when he heard that, his face almost froze from laughing, but he still couldn't see the head teacher stop talking.

Meng Gaohan flipped through the entire graduation handbook, and then slowly raised his head, "Mr. Zhao, is Wen Lan's homeroom teacher here?"

Upon hearing this, the head teacher smiled and pointed at himself, "Is this a coincidence? I was also in charge of Wen Lan's class back then."

"Wen Lan is a very naughty kid. He often jokes with his classmates. He has no evil intentions. He is a high school student, and he loves to play around. It is always a common occurrence to bump into each other."

Meng Gaohan: "Then may I ask who played better with Wen Lan before?"

The homeroom teacher began to think back: "Wen Lan played better before, it's still a bit too much, let me think about it..."

"By the way, do you know Nianyu from class one? I remember seeing Wen Lan and Nianyu go home together every time after class."

Of course Zhong Jiamu remembered that Wen Lan would take Nianyu outside the school every time, and then have friendly one-to-one exchanges.

And he, Zhong Jiamu, descended from the sky as a heroic character, saved Nianyu from the fire and water, and successfully forced Wen Lan to transfer to another school, which increased the target Nianyu's favorability by a full ten percent.

"I remember that after Wen Lan was forced to transfer to another school, Zhong Jiamu, you and Nianyu were better, right?"

Zhong Jiamu came back to his senses, showing an embarrassed yet polite smile.

Meng Gaohan looked at the head teacher calmly, "Mr. Zhao, if you have nothing else to do, can you help me urge other teachers? I don't have as much time as you think."

His eyes were icy, which made the head teacher tremble, and the next second the head teacher said to go out and have a look, and ran away like a gallop.

After a while, other teachers lined up and were interrogated by Meng Gaohan one by one.It's a pity that time has passed, and Meng Gaohan didn't get any useful clues from it.

The so-called bullying, in the eyes of the teacher, may be nothing more than a joke between classmates. On the surface, they think they are playing well, but they may not really get along well.

They were busy until the afternoon. Although Meng Gaohan still had that cold face, there was still a trace of fatigue inadvertently revealed between his brows.

Zhong Jiamu, who was originally just playing with his mentality, felt a little embarrassed instead.

After all, Meng Gaohan worked so hard to find information, and it didn't seem too good for him to sit by and enjoy the benefits.

"Mr. Meng, do you want us to go out for a walk?" Zhong Jiamu suggested, "There is a big back garden behind School Z, take a break and come back to continue tidying up."

Meng Gaohan shook his head, he still refused to let go of the information he had just collected.

Zhong Jiamu took two steps forward and shook Meng Gaohan's wheelchair back and forth.Meng Gaohan put down the documents in his hand, and looked at Zhong Jiamu with a trace of helplessness in his eyes, "I'll finish packing up in one minute."

"Then why can't we extend this one minute to another half an hour," Zhong Jiamu said forcefully, "Who do you have an appointment with tonight?"

If it was the former Meng Gaohan, he would definitely accuse Zhong Jiamu of such lazy behavior.

Meng Gaohan didn't like to go out, he hated the way other people stared at his legs.But now Zhong Jiamu is willing to be close to him. Compared with the bad situation in the rehabilitation room before, Meng Gaohan can't help being greedy for this kind of warmth.

"No," Meng Gaohan shook his head, "You take me out to relax."

At this time, the sun had just set in the afterglow, and the sunlight was scattered in the back garden of the school, coating the plants of different colors with a golden filter.

Zhong Jiamu brought Meng Gaohan to the place where the graffiti wall used to be. Originally, the school did not have such a large back garden, and the two were just separated by a wall.Later, the land behind the campus belonged to the school, and the graffiti wall was pulled down during planning.

Zhong Jiamu slowly pushed Meng Gaohan forward, "Actually, I don't think we need to worry about that wall. Don't you think there will be a wider space after it is knocked down?"

Meng Gaohan suddenly noticed that Zhong Jiamu seemed not the same as before. He raised his head and saw the end of Zhong Jiamu's hair blown by the wind, and his heart panicked for a second.

It was as if the person I was leaning on was about to be blown away by the wind the next moment, melt into the golden sunlight, and never be seen again.

Zhong Jiamu blinked, leaned over slightly, with a gentle smile on his face, "Teacher Meng, what's wrong?"

Meng Gaohan's fingertips trembled, and he withdrew his hand, not knowing how to answer for a while.

At this moment, a voice suddenly appeared, breaking the balance between the two.

The visitor stopped when he reached them, and said out of breath, "Isn't this Zhong Jiamu? That's great, I thought you were all gone."

Zhong Jiamu let go of the wheelchair and went up to meet him, "Teacher, don't run so fast, what if you fall down?"

She nodded, and after taking a few breaths, she finally calmed down.

She smiled shyly, "Mumu, you may not remember me, I was the teacher who taught you art before."

Meng Gaohan pushed a wheelchair and squeezed between the two, "Is there any important evidence about the plagiarism incident of School Z on the Internet?"

The art teacher looked like he was only in his early 20s, and when he heard the word evidence, he had a hesitant expression on his face.

Zhong Jiamu interrupted, "What is the teacher's last name?"

The art teacher froze for a moment, "Ah, my surname is Gu, just call me Teacher Gu."

Zhong Jiamu smiled brightly, "Sister Gu, don't be nervous, she is hesitant to get over it, she must think there is something related to this time, but she is not sure, right?"

"Why don't we sit in a coffee shop and chat slowly?"

Compared with two or three years ago, Zhong Jiamu looked much more mature, with long hair flowing down his left shoulder, like an elegant and clean deacon who came out of a cartoon.

The art teacher blushed involuntarily, and the hesitation in his heart was seen through by Zhong Jiamu's gentle eyes.

She waved her hands shyly, "Indeed, there is really no evidence. There is no need to find a coffee shop to sit. I don't know if I can help, so I hesitated to come."

Zhong Jiamu stretched out his hand and guided the art teacher to the wooden bench next to him, "Come here and sit for a while?"

The art teacher nodded and sat down.

She didn't have much contact with Zhong Jiamu before, the only thing she knew was that this child had the talent of learning art without a teacher.

She originally wanted to ask him to help him participate in the competition several times, but every time she went to find someone, it seemed as if the world had disappeared.Even if he wanted to keep someone after class, he disappeared in the blink of an eye.

"I didn't see the words on the graffiti wall at the beginning, but I saw the draft of your painting," the art teacher pointed to the teaching building, "I found it in the corridor. I remember writing in the lower right corner of the draft." Zhong Jiamu, the class with your name, I originally wanted to bring you the draft, but later a classmate said that he knew you, so I gave him the draft and asked him to bring it to you."

"Draft?" Zhong Jiamu was a little surprised, "I didn't receive any draft!"

Meng Gaohan asked: "Mr. Gu, do you still remember who that student is?"

The art teacher shook his head, "I don't remember the details. That kid is tall and thin, and he looks very sincere. I think he should give it to you, so I gave him the painting."

At the end, the art teacher sighed, "Did you really not receive it?"

Meng Gaohan broke his mouth decisively, "Mr. Gu, please go back with us and look through the roster."

The three of them returned to the classroom again. At this time, the head teacher and several teachers were packing up the materials and preparing to move them back to the reference room.

Zhong Jiamu explained the purpose of coming, and the head teacher's eyes looked a little weird compared to before.

"Do you want to see it?" The class teacher glanced at the art teacher, then put down the materials, and said with a smile: "No problem, of course, you can read this material casually."

Then the homeroom teacher walked up to the art teacher and patted her on the shoulder, "I didn't expect Mr. Gu to have news here! Then Mr. Gu will also trouble you to assist Professor Meng in their investigation. After all, this is also related to the reputation of Noble High School in Z City." Right?"

The head teacher bit the word reputation very hard.The art teacher seemed to have thought of something, and showed a hint of timidity.

Suddenly, a wooden crutch cut between them like a knife.

The class teacher rolled his eyes down the crutches and saw Meng Gaohan sitting in a wheelchair.

Meng Gaohan is only a disabled person in a wheelchair, but he has an aura that cannot be ignored.Even this person was obviously looking up at himself standing there, but he had the look of looking down on the ants.

"Oh, it's true," Zhong Jiamu appeared from behind Meng Gaohan, the corners of his mouth raised, his eyes almost narrowed into a line, "We are not just ordered to investigate from Z City Academy of Fine Arts. The live broadcast just ended yesterday, and today we will let Teacher Zhao, come and organize the relevant personnel."

"Ms. Zhao should feel it? If it's just a negotiation between schools, how could you ask Mr. Zhao to organize it in such a hurry?"

Teacher Zhao looked at Zhong Jiamu and couldn't help but tremble.

There was no smile in Zhong Jiamu's eyes.