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Zhao Shun carefully played each of the three gashapons that Fang Ling gave him eight hundred times.

The reason why he now thinks this little turkey is not his is that he sees a little green on the little turkey's comb.

The green color is a little smaller than sesame, as if it was accidentally stuck with other dyes during processing.

He quickly sent a message to Fang Ling.

［Z］: Fang Ling, I didn't throw away the gashapon you gave me!

[Z]: I don’t think the gashapon in the photo is mine. The little turkey you gave me doesn’t have green on its head.

[Z]: Fang Ling, you trust me! !

However, after the information was sent out, Zhao Shun belatedly realized that the idea of ​​"hitting money" was too far-fetched.

This kind of gashapon is not a popular item, now not only is it bumped into a small turkey, but even the color of the gashapon shell is exactly the same?

What a small probability this is!

Could it be that the little green was accidentally stained later?

So his little turkey was secretly taken away, and the dog got tired of playing with his gastronomy, so he threw it away.

Damn!

Zhao Shun asked fiercely again: "Which one of you took my gashapon? Don't lie!"

Ding Dayan yelled wronged: "I really didn't, Brother Shun, I know you don't like others messing with your things, I remember it very clearly. By the way, I have been going out before you since these two days, and it is faster than you when I come back." You are late, I have no time to commit crimes!"

Zhao Shun thought about it and found that what he said was right.

Ding Dayan had no time to commit crimes.

So Zhao Shun looked at You Su, and You Su was so frightened that he raised his hands high as a sign of surrender, "I didn't take it either, Brother Shun, I still picked up money last semester, how could I take your things without telling you!"

Zhao Shun thought about it again and found that he was right.

He has been in the same dormitory for more than two years, and he probably knows what kind of temperament You Su is.

However, his gashapon just disappeared!

The gashapon that Fang Ling gave him is gone! !

Zhao Shun was very irritable, he didn't dare to look at his phone, he was afraid of seeing Fang Ling ask him about the Gacha.

You Su persuaded: "Brother Shun, some things are very strange. You can't find them when you want them. When you are not in a hurry, they will come out by themselves. Or wait a while, maybe they will come out after a while." will come out by itself."

Ding Dayan whispered at this moment, "Brother Shun, do you still remember that the monitor of Class 10 came last night?"

Zhao Shun subconsciously said, "No..."

After uttering two words, Zhao Shun paused.

Ji Qingping did ask him for a gashapon, but he didn't give it back then.But it's also a little wrong. At the beginning, the other party asked him for the white one, not the red little turkey...

"Forget it, I'll go over and ask him." Zhao Shun left a sentence and turned around to leave.

After Zhao Shun went out, Ding Dayan and You Su looked at each other, and they both saw doubts in each other's eyes.

"Dayan, do you know who gave Brother Shun a gashapon? I rarely see such a precious thing from him."

"I don't know, but according to my guess as a melon eater." Ding Dayan touched his chin with an inscrutable look on his face, "Brother Shun either has a girlfriend or is planning to have one~"

***

Ji Qingping and Zhao Shun were separated by a dormitory, and they usually visited each other, and now it was time for activities after dinner, and the bell for the lunch break hadn't rung yet, so no one was surprised when Zhao Shun came.

When Zhao Shun walked in hurriedly, Ji Qingping was drying clothes.

Zhao Shun was in a hurry, straight to the point, "Qingping, I have something to ask you."

Ji Qingping: "What's the matter?"

Zhao Shun: "When you went to my dormitory last night, did you see my red gashapon?"

Ji Qingping froze for a moment, as if surprised that Zhao Shun would say this, then he shook his head, "No, when I went to your dormitory yesterday, I put down the question booklet and left."

Zhao Shun frowned, "Is there really not?"

Ji Qingping asked him back, "Ah Shun, why are you asking that? Could it be that the Gacha can't be found?"

Zhao Shun scratched his hair irritably, "There is a red one missing."

Ji Qingping gave him a suggestion, "Ah Shun, if you really like it, why don't you buy one online, there are so many things for sale on the Internet now, you can send it directly to the school, and it's not troublesome to get a courier."

Zhao Shun muttered, "Let's talk about it."

Unable to find out why, Zhao Shun didn't wait too long, turned around and left.

Just as he was about to walk out the door, Zhao Shun stopped.

For some reason, he suddenly remembered something from a long time ago.

When he was at the Golden Fruit Club, Ji Qingping told him that Fang Ling had a lot of eyes, which was not a positive comment.

And yesterday morning, when Ji Qingping came to his room to solve the problem, the other party asked about the gashapon, and learned that his gashapon was given by Fang Ling.

One day later, his little turkey capsule was gone...

These three things seemed to have nothing to do with each other, but Zhao Shun just felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong, because he didn't have any evidence.

He seemed to be trapped in a cloud of fog, everything around him was blurred, and the situation further away could not be seen clearly at all.

Among the three "suspects", Zhao Shun felt that the possibility of being the last one would be higher for no reason.

After cursing a dirty word in a low voice, Zhao Shun left angrily.

Ji Qingping noticed Zhao Shun's pause when he went out, and his eyes darkened.

Just now Zhao Shun said "really not", which made him feel bad.This was the first time that Zhao Shun was a little suspicious of him, and a small crack appeared in his relationship with the other party.

The development of the situation was beyond his expectation. It seemed that Fang Ling was much more powerful than he had imagined.Ji Qingping couldn't help but rejoice, luckily he didn't take the turkey egg away in the end, otherwise it would be difficult to end...

***

Fang Ling was sitting at the table with a trash can under his feet, holding an apple and a knife in his hand, and was peeling the apples.

The phone was placed on the table by Fang Ling, and the screen was on, showing the page of the WeChat list.

There is a 3 with a red circle in the upper right corner of [Student Xiao Zhao] in the list, which is obviously three unread messages.

The apple peel was cut off by the blade, and it turned into a beautiful circle as it fell.

"Fang Xiaoling, you can do it!" Tan Feizhou sighed, "I can't peel a continuous apple, and the apple will be smaller after I peel it."

Fang Ling smiled, "It's not difficult, just practice more."

Tan Feizhou refused, "No, I don't have this talent."

After Fang Ling finished peeling the apple, he cut an apple into five pieces, put a toothpick in a small plate, and then gave it to the dormitory, "Do you want an apple?"

Tan Feizhou was blunt, "I want it!"

So everyone divided one piece, and after a round of division, there were two pieces of apples left in Fang Ling's plate.

"Fang Xiaoling, why do I feel that you seem a little happy." Tan Feizhou said while biting an apple.

Fang Ling looked at Tan Feizhou in surprise, as expected of a good friend many years later, he really understood him.

"Well, eating apples makes me happy. As the saying goes, an apple a day keeps the doctor away." Fang Ling smiled and ate the apple as well.

Fang Ling's phone on the table vibrated, and another message came.

[Student Xiao Zhao] The red "3" in that column has changed to "4".

Fang Ling curled the corners of his mouth and continued to hang out, ignoring him.

"Dingling bell." The lunch break bell rang.

Zhao Shun, who had been standing not far from the door of Fangling's dormitory for a while, was annoyed and relieved when he heard the bell.

It's lunch break, so I can't disturb other people's sleep.He, he should go and clarify with Fang Ling in the afternoon...

Thinking of this, Zhao Shun turned around slowly and walked towards his dormitory.

In the coolness of early winter, Fang Ling slept very comfortably during today's lunch break.But there were two people who tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep, one was Zhao Shun and the other was Ji Qingping.

The former was trying to remember where he put the gashapon, and also wondered whether the matter of having the gastronomy had something to do with Ji Qingping, while the latter was worrying about... belly dancing.

Ji Qingping felt that he had to find an excuse to hide.

But in the end, he couldn't find it, because Jiang Biao shared the dormitory with him, and when he and Jiang Biao went out, they met players from several other teams in the class by chance.

A group of boys went to the classroom laughing and joking, Ji Qingping wanted to intervene several times, but couldn't find the entry point several times.

So just like that, the group of them arrived in the classroom like this.

Ding Dayan, who wanted to watch the excitement, came early, and when he saw Ji Qingping and his party, he immediately shouted, "Brothers, come on guys!"

At his order, several Class 9 students poked their heads out.

Each of them holds a mobile phone in their hands, and the same video that is about to start is uniformly displayed on the mobile phone.

You Su was excited, "Yo, finally let me wait for the performance troupe!"

"showtime."

A few students in Class 10 were quite open-minded, and even a little excited to attract the attention of the girls.

Huan Yingjun: "A manly man, once a word is said, it's hard to follow, isn't it just a belly dance, just dance~"

Several other people also said: "Hmph, come here!"

"Hahaha come on, die early and live early~"

Ji Qingping stopped suddenly, his face was stiff, and he could no longer move his legs.

The boys in Class 10 were lined up. Some of them turned their heads and saw that Ji Qingping was standing some distance away. He said quickly, "Come here, monitor, so you can see the video here. Come, I'll give you the best seat." .”

Yes, video.

The boys in class 9 put their mobile phones on the windowsill to ensure that Ji Qingping and the others could see them clearly.

"All ready? Okay, then the preparations will begin!" Ding Dayan was excited, and then slipped over, pressing the start buttons one by one with his fingers quickly and accurately.

Music starts.

Fang Ling came here counting the time. As soon as he turned out of the stairs, he saw several boys from Class 10, including Ji Qingping, dancing.

None of them had ever learned belly dancing, and they danced completely according to the video. The movements were not standard and delayed.

It was the steps of the devil, the movements of the devil.

The corner of Fang Ling's mouth rose.

Black history, I don't know how Ji Qingping will feel in retrospect, but he believes it will definitely not be good...

After watching for a while, Fang Ling took out his mobile phone and took a short video to save as a souvenir.

Not only Fang Ling was recording the video, but many students around took out their mobile phones.

The camera is turned on, or a photo is taken, or a short video is recorded, anyway.

"Hahaha, this is the first time I've seen such a monitor~" A girl from class 10 laughed.

"Get out of the way and let me take another picture."

Ji Qingping's complexion could no longer be ugly, but he couldn't stop halfway.

After finally finishing these few minutes, Ji Qingping went to the bathroom as soon as the music stopped.

He doesn't want to face people right now.

Fang Ling returned to the classroom contentedly.

In fact, Zhao Shun was also there. He was there when the belly dance first started.But he only looked at it for a while, then turned his gaze to Fang Ling who was not far away.

It's just that Zhao Shun saw Fang Ling taking a video with his mobile phone, and seemed interested in this belly dance, so he didn't dare to disturb it.

After the belly dance is over, it happens to be in class.

So from returning to the classroom after lunch break until the beginning of the first class, Zhao Shun didn't say a word to Fang Ling.

The first section is physics.

The physicist came in with a book between his hands, "Lesson."

The students stood up one after another, "Hello, teacher."

I don't know why, everyone was shouting "Hello, teacher", but Zhao Shun accurately captured that gentle voice.

Zhao Shun subconsciously turned his head to the side, as if he could avoid the itch that brushed against his ear.

The physics teacher: "Hello, students."

Class begins.

There were physics books spread out on Zhao Shun's desk, but it was rare that he couldn't listen to them.

Thinking left and right, the more he thought about it, the more anxious he became, Zhao Shun finally decided to explain clearly to Fang Ling as soon as possible.

Randomly tore off a piece of paper from the notebook, Zhao Shun wrote on it, and while the physicist was turning around to write on the blackboard, he turned his hands behind his back and quickly put the paper on Fang Ling's desk.

Fang Ling raised his eyebrows slightly, and took a look at the draft paper that suddenly appeared.

[I really didn't throw away the gashapon you gave me! ! ]

Followed by two exclamation points, the writer wrote so hard that the tip of the pen even slightly pierced the paper when writing the last dot.

Fang Ling hooked the corner of his mouth, and slowly wrote a sentence on it:

[But it's in the trash can]

After finishing writing, Fang Ling poked Zhao Shun's back with the tip of his pen after waiting for a while.

Zhao Shun turned around in a swish, and the speed was so fast that a gust of wind was blown up, slightly blowing the pages of the book on Fang Ling's desk.

After taking the paper, Zhao Shun turned back with a whoosh.

Zhao Shun took a quick look, then frowned.

The gashapon appeared in the trash can. There are photos to prove this. There is no room for sophistry.

But, he really didn't throw it!Damn, which one killed him with a thousand swords! !

After writing the last paragraph, Zhao Shun tried to do the same thing again and threw the note to Fang Ling.

Fang Ling straightened the paper.

[I think the gashapon you took is not the one you gave me. The one you gave me must still be in my dormitory. Give me two or three days, and I will find it and prove to you that I don’t have it. throw away. ]

The words written on it were flying and flying, and it was very scribbled.

Fang Ling pursed his lips and smiled, picked up a pen and wrote two words on it.

[real? ]

After finishing writing, poke Zhao Shun's back and pass the paper back to him.

Zhao Shun couldn't wait to look at it, and then his eyes lit up.

of course it's true!

Since no one has taken his gashapon, the gashapon must still be in the dormitory. When he goes back, he will search carefully, and he will definitely find it!

Zhao Shun quickly took up a pen and promised to pass it to Fang Ling when he finished writing.

It's just a sudden accident--

The physicist on the podium suddenly turned around, "This question..."

The physicist Tai's eyes widened suddenly, and a knife-like sharpness burst out of his eyes, and he shot straight at Zhao Shun who was sitting in the first row.

The physicist shouted too loudly, "Zhao Shun, what are you doing?"

Because of being overly excited, Zhao Shun, who was half on his side at this moment, froze, and he hadn't had time to release the piece of paper.

Pass notes in class, everyone gets dirty!

Physicists became popular all of a sudden.

She is in the same office as the biochemistry teacher of class 9. Since the monthly exam, two colleagues often praised Fangling, saying that the child is promising. He scored full marks in every class test and never made a mistake in answering questions in class. .

The more the physicist listened, the more sad he felt.

Fang Ling's biochemistry is so good, why is it his turn to physics, his grades plummeted like bungee jumping, and fell directly below the passing line.

Obviously this child was not like this before, and his attitude towards learning is also very correct!

And now, physicists think they've finally figured it out.

Zhao Shun!

It must be Zhao Shun, the indirect bastard who disturbed Fang Ling's study!

Zhao Shun sat in front, and he could turn around if he wanted to.

He himself is talented in physics, and his grades are not bad if he doesn't concentrate on listening, but Fang Ling is different!

Look, the last monthly exam was not affected...

Originally, he opened his mouth and wanted to reprimand him, but the physicist suddenly remembered that Zhao Shun was going to represent Jinghai No. [-] Middle School in the capital competition this Friday, and scolding him in class might affect his performance.

So the physicist stretched his face and said, "Zhao Shun, come to my office after class."

Zhao Shun: "..."

After a pause, she added in a slow tone, "Fang Ling, you come too."

Fang Ling's eyelids twitched.

Hearing the latter sentence, Zhao Shun lowered his head.

***

After class.

Probably afraid that the two would run away, the physicist called again, "Zhao Shun Fangling, you two come with me."

The physicist is in the same office as Zhang Zhiguo, because the next class is Chinese class, and Zhang Zhiguo happens to be there.

So during the cross-examination, Zhang Zhiguo listened carefully.

Zhang Zhiguo stared, "You two pass notes in class?"

"Sorry teacher, I won't do it next time." Fang Ling apologized directly.His voice was low and gentle without any aggression.

Zhang Zhiguo and the physicist Tai looked slightly relaxed.

Zhao Shun quickly said, "I passed the note to Fang Ling first!"

Zhang Zhiguo was so angry that he wanted to hit someone, "You brat, are you still so confident?"

Zhao Shun stiffened his neck, "I'm just telling the truth."

The physicist said too seriously: "Zhao Shun, don't bother Fang Ling's physics class all the time. His physics grades are not good now. If he fails next time, I have to call his parents."

Fang Ling: "..." No, there is no need.

"Change your seat." Zhang Zhiguo said suddenly.

Zhao Shun was stunned by these words, "I won't change!"

change seats?How can that be!

The physicist Tai frowned slightly, "But you interrupted Fang Ling's study. I don't want his third grade to be as bad as physics."

Zhao Shun was speechless.

The atmosphere gradually became tense, and Fang Ling said, "Teacher, Zhao Shun and I are now in the study mutual aid group. He teaches me physics, and I teach him biochemistry. It is more convenient to sit closer."

Zhao Shun nodded repeatedly.

Seeing that the wrinkles between Zhang Zhiguo's brows remained unabated, Fang Ling continued, "If the teacher thinks he's bothering me, you can actually just switch places between the two rows of us. I sit in the front and Zhao Shun sits in the back."

Zhang Zhiguo was stunned, and suddenly felt that this was okay.

If Fang Ling sat in front, Zhao Shun would not be able to turn around unscrupulously, and the impact would not be so great.

In general, the advantages outweigh the disadvantages.

"Yes, that's it!" Zhao Shun immediately agreed.

The response speed was too fast, which made the physicist look a little more closely.

Zhao Shun didn't dare to say anything.

After several considerations, Zhang Zhiguo nodded, and he accepted Fang Ling's proposal, "Okay, that's it, you can change your positions when you go back."

After holding people for another training session, the physicist wife let them go back.

After walking out of the office, Fang Ling raised the corners of his mouth, and finally couldn't help but let out a good-humored grin.

When he was in high school in his previous life, he watched Zhao Shun's back for three years.

Now the tide is turning.