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"It's too much!"

When I stepped into Ye Cheng's office, Ye Cheng didn't seem to notice my existence at all, and was still clicking the mouse frantically with one hand.It's the first time I've seen Ye Cheng look so crazy. If it was normal, I would probably gloat, but now I don't have this American time.

According to the routine, today should be the day when I come to Ye Cheng's office for "work-study program" - in order to repay the price that Ye Cheng did nothing during the conflict between the senior sister and Bai Anshun.

However, there is a dying person who may die at any time waiting for me to help. Under such circumstances, it is absolutely impossible for me to be patient and accompany Ye Cheng to do some useless work.

Speaking of useless work, Ye Cheng's tasks are much more specific than those on duty at the news agency.From binding papers to organizing materials, from phone calls to running errands, the things Ye Cheng deals with here every day can be said to be in every detail, completely beyond my imagination.

In my impression, as a non-administrative teacher, it should be an easy job to leave every day from class time to get out of class time.

But Ye Cheng doesn't seem to be like this at all. If it weren't for the fact that the supernatural level of this world has not yet reached the level where pop-up advertisements and virtual reality devices are floating all over the street, Ye Cheng walking on the road must be surrounded by a cloud composed of multiple windows. Obscured.

Fortunately, Ye Cheng didn't push everything to me because of my arrival, otherwise, I would have considered dropping out of school and working for Ye Cheng directly.

Before entering Ye Cheng's office, I even thought about how to ask for leave:

"Anyway, today I have some temporary business, so I can't come to help for the time being. Please don't ask what it is, even male college students have things they want to do that are difficult to talk about..."

If you say this, although the old fox will definitely complain about it, but other than that, you probably won't embarrass me anymore, right?

However, what I didn't expect was that Ye Cheng launched a preemptive attack before I spoke.

"Ah...Luo Haofeng!! You came just in time...too much!" Ye Cheng seems to have not recovered from the anger just now, although I don't know what made Ye Cheng so angry, but I have already started Got interested in that.

Ye Cheng, as always, ticked the hook and directed me to look at his monitor, like an elite who looks down on his subordinates in the workplace.

I reached over to have a look and immediately recognized it as one of the social networking sites that our students frequent.

This surprised me a bit, because I never thought the social networking site was very popular among teachers.In fact, as long as you think about it, if you have teachers chasing you for homework under each of your statuses, this student social networking site will hang up in about three months.

However, I was more surprised by Ye Cheng's use of social networking sites than I was by the pages he showed me.

"The user you browsed has been deleted"

It's not "the page you were viewing has been deleted" or "the content you've been viewing has been deleted", it's "the user has been deleted".

Such a prompt will only appear if the user's own account is deleted and accessed through the bookmark of the browser.

So, Ye Cheng's account was deleted?

"Yes, yes, it was deleted without doing anything..."

Ye Cheng's slightly coquettish and contrived tone made me tremble, and I unconsciously moved my body two steps away from the desk.

"Master, you must have shared something boring again, that's why you were blocked..."

While I was dealing with the topic, I was thinking about how to ask for leave.

"No, what I shared this time is super interesting! And many people have shared it..."

Although it's not the time to care about Ye Cheng's affairs, I'm still a little interested in what interesting topics a teacher can share on student social networking sites.

Could it be that he sent out the final exam questions for this semester...?

"That's right, didn't you see it too? The photo of classmate Shang Qianhua...the one in the car accident."

When the words "Shang Qianhua" came out of Ye Cheng's mouth, I felt my heart being tightly clenched by something.Although I don't think my hearing has degenerated to the point of mishearing, I still can't help but confirm it.

"Ms. Ye, did you mention classmate 'Shang Qianhua' just now?"

Ye Cheng raised his head, looked at me carefully through his long and narrow gold-rimmed glasses, and showed the usual sly and malicious smile on his face.

"Yeah, didn't I mention you in the description of the photo? You should be the first person to see that photo, right?"

Ye Gucheng should have thought of this kind of meme from the last century that only a boring person like Ye Cheng could think of.However, what I didn't expect was that Ye Cheng would tell me his identity without hiding anything.

"why?"

The three words I blurted out caused Ye Cheng to frown.

"Why do you want to ask?"

I want to ask why you have that photo, I want to ask why you posted that photo on the Internet, I want to ask why you started rumors, I want to ask why you didn't hide it in front of me.

Ye Cheng seemed to know that I had a lot of questions to ask but didn't know what to ask first, so he solved the problem for me.

"The questions from now on are charged items, please ask carefully, student Luo Haofeng."

I hesitated for a moment and decided to go straight to the point.

"Why spread rumors?"

A vague laugh leaked from the corner of Ye Cheng's slightly upturned mouth, and Ye Cheng said in a flattering tone like a profiteer who couldn't restrain his excitement: "Are you sure you want to ask this question?"

I nodded.

Ye Cheng's mouth split open, revealing his white teeth, and he couldn't help laughing out.

Then he said word by word with a service-like expression:

"I'm not spreading rumors"

An unprecedented anger quickly flooded my brain from a corner of my body, my clenched fists trembling to suppress the urge to beat someone.

Ye Cheng looked at my excited look with satisfaction, and said slowly: "This is not okay. Since you work here, you must at least look like an elite. Although I don't expect to achieve anything with your talent To such an extent, but if you get irritated just like this, it will be a fatal weakness in business negotiations.”

If the other party wasn't my teacher, maybe my fist would have already landed on his gold-rimmed glasses.But because of the limitation of the teacher-student relationship, I had to force myself to calm down.

For a professional fraudster like Ye Cheng, it is easy to avoid my question with such a paradox.Maybe not just this question, all questions can be easily bypassed by him, and once I ask him to explain the unreasonable answers he gave, I completely give up the initiative to talk, it's like is as effective a guidance mechanism as a missile defense system.

As long as my paradox level is lower than Ye Cheng's, it will be impossible to break through such a defense system.

Then... let's use something other than paradox (missile) as an attack.

The opposite of paradox is the most direct words, the most comprehensive coverage, and the clearest intentions and expressions. I took a deep breath. Although I know that this will cause huge losses to both the enemy and us like detonating a nuclear bomb across the country, I still say out.

"Please tell me everything about the car accident between you and Shang Qianhua."

Ye Cheng's expression didn't cause much disturbance because of this sentence. Compared with the previous frivolous expression, Ye Cheng's current expression is more serious.

"Are you sure you want to ask this question?" Ye Cheng paused, "If you want me to explain everything, the price may be far beyond your imagination."

The matter has come to this point, it is impossible to force me to retreat with the threat of selling my soul to the devil. I nodded firmly and made my intention clear.

Ye Cheng sighed, as if he had lost a lot of money in the current deal, but he still didn't reveal what price I would pay for it.

Ye Cheng dragged a swivel chair from the desk next to him, pressed me on the chair forcibly, then pulled the string hanging from the window behind him to conjure a whiteboard out of nowhere, and picked up another one from the desk. With a black marker pen, write two bold characters on the whiteboard.

"history"

The black and white characters presented on the whiteboard are indeed "two characters of history" that even elementary school students can understand, but Ye Cheng continues to add Chinese pinyin on top of the two characters of history that even kindergartens can understand.

"YaoYan"

Ye Cheng, who finished writing the above content, turned around and looked at me with a puzzled face, and drew two horizontal lines under the history with a marker pen.

"Come on, what do these two words read?"

I frowned, not knowing what Ye Cheng's plans were, so I said hesitantly, "History...history?"

"Wrong!" Unsurprisingly, Ye Cheng denied my answer, "Didn't I mark the Chinese pinyin on purpose? Even though you got into this school by virtue of connections, your IQ is not low enough. To this extent."

I silently endured Ye Cheng's personality insult, waiting for his further explanation.

But Ye Cheng didn't seem to have that kind of plan, and continued to write the word "economy" on the whiteboard.

Unsurprisingly, there are some rumored pinyin on top of the two words, and then I continued to turn around and ask me: "What do these two words read?"

Although I hesitated, I still read it according to the text: "Economy"

Ye Cheng shook his head in disappointment, then turned around and wrote the word "Military" on the whiteboard. Of course, the pinyin of rumors was still on it, and then he turned his head and nodded to me.

I felt that if I didn't give him an answer that he was satisfied with, he would probably keep writing, so I gritted my teeth and said, "You mean...a rumor?"

"Finally enlightened." Ye Cheng put the marker pen on the table, with a look of relief as if he had taught a mentally handicapped child how to add and subtract within ten.

"But..." Isn't this the same as not explaining anything?I wanted to ask such questions but was interrupted by Ye Cheng's gesture.

"If you want to ask this question, all you can pay is not enough to pay the price, so I will not continue to explain this issue. This is just an introduction. Whether you can understand it or not, please put the "rumor It supports the operation of this world' as basic common sense to understand what I'm going to say next, after all, your question is about the car accident between me and Shang Qianhua, right?"

Although it was a question sentence, Ye Cheng's firm tone told me that he would not give in on this question, so I had no choice but to give up asking.

"I was indeed at the scene of the car accident that night, but you should be able to detect it from the perspective of the photo. I was not next to you, but in the study room of the library. When I was studying, I looked out the window and saw "Shang" Chika's Life' fell to the ground and I picked it up, it was that simple."

Ye Cheng seemed to be talking about something as simple as picking up a 1 yuan coin from under the seat when he went out to take the subway, but in my opinion, it was completely unreasonable words.

"Human life... how can I pick it up?" I said, suppressing my anger.

"Why can't human life be picked up?"

Ye Cheng saw my expression as if I suddenly forgot what 1+1 equals.

"Money, to put it simply, is the crystallization of human labor, or the crystallization of human life. It can also be considered as the existence of the essence of human beings. It is the use of time, future, possibility, brain power, physical power, The only existence that can be accurately referenced by numerical values ​​​​is the exchange of life and so on. So on the other hand, if you want to quantify a person's life, the only feasible solution is money, right?"

Ye Cheng rambled about his paradox about money and life, but I had a premonition of Ye Cheng's next move from it.

"You won't say that because you judge human life so much, you simply took Shang Qianhua's life as 'money'?"

Ye Cheng sighed, and said helplessly: "If you can't pick it up easily, there won't be so many things in the future. The problem lies in the current society. Whether it is progress or hypocrisy, it must be I want to advocate what is worth money, so... Didn't I put her life on the lost and found?"

The so-called lost and found refers to uploading photos of Shang Qianhua dying on the social network so that people can point at her and lead things to the worst point?

"Although I think so subjectively, to me this is a "lost and found" behavior that may lose vested interests~" Ye Cheng pushed his glasses, "In essence, my What is the difference between your behavior and your state? It’s just an objective record of the truth of the accident. If Shang Qianhua is really safe and sound, as long as she comes to the campus in person, she will be fine. ?”

Indeed, if Shang Qianhua can come to the school now, then all the rumors will come to an end.However, with Shang Qianhua's injury, I'm afraid she can't get out of bed right now?

"If classmate Shang Qianhua comes to the school to refute the rumors in person, I can return the things I picked up." Ye Cheng pretended to be a good guy, but in fact, "let the dead recover their lives" Isn't the matter itself a paradox?

"However, it's a pity that classmate Shang Qianhua hasn't appeared all this time," Ye Cheng moved the computer on the table, and put the page on the deleted account page again, "However, a thief appeared."

"Thief?"

I looked at Ye Cheng with some puzzlement.

"That night I picked up Shang Qianhua's few remaining lives and put them on the Internet for lost and found. That is to say, the account "Ye Gucheng" itself was followed, spread, browsed and the influence accumulated by it Power itself is Shang Qianhua's life. But now it has been deleted... Guess who did it?"

The administrator of a social networking site...?No, that photo neither violated the relevant regulations nor was it excessively bloody. According to the usual style of social networking sites, it would never be deleted, and the entire account was deleted together. Could it be...

"Will the students know them?" I said to myself, and Ye Cheng smiled as if he knew the answer a long time ago.

"Well, maybe they are right... It is obviously not the lost one, but they forcibly snatched the things they picked up from me. Don't you think this is too much?" Ye Cheng's words sounded like he was a victim. the same.

"If you don't punish those who commit such robbery while they are still students, as a teacher, I will feel that I have neglected my duty."

Even if Ye Cheng didn't tell me specifically, I also know that someone like Ye Cheng who is so penny-pinching will never let go easily.

"Do you...do you want to take any further action?"

Ye Cheng spread his hands and shrugged his shoulders and said, "My account has been blocked, and I can't speak for the time being, so I don't plan to do anything."

do nothing?Are you still refusing to tell the truth?

"Then how do you plan to punish the person who took your property?"

"Do nothing~" Ye Cheng said happily, "All I have to do now is just do nothing, you should be able to understand, right?"

Inaction... just like I did, not responding to this matter.Because the public opinion field has already been mixed with "rumor" factors, the process of fully stirring has also been completed. Now, just seal the mouth of the jar and wait for the liquid in it to ferment quietly, and the wine of evil is completed.

Did not act, but played a role in fueling the flames...?Still, there was something to be gained from this conversation.

"If, I implore you to return Shang Qianhua's life, what would you do?" Although I was hopeless, I still asked.

"As I said before, money is life, and life is money. If I have money, I can cause all miracles. If I don't have money, I'm just an ordinary teacher." Speaking of this, Ye Cheng sneaked from the frame of his glasses Glancing at my expression, "If you want to revive a person, then please exchange money equal to a person's life."

Knowing that there was nothing more to say, I nodded and stood up from the chair, ready to say goodbye.

"It's okay to ask for leave, and there is nothing special today. But don't forget, the conversation just now has a price~" Ye Cheng licked his lips, and looked at me as if staring at delicious food, " Since you are my student, I will give you a special discount this time, and I will charge you once."

"Possibility?" I repeated inexplicably.

"Well, when you are faced with any choice, such as whether to study abroad, whether to take the postgraduate entrance examination, whether to go to work, whether to join the club or... whether to save Shang Qianhua, I have a chance to make the choice for you."

"So that's how it is."

After clarifying the price I paid, I walked straight out of Ye Cheng's office.