Extrajudicial fanatic just wants to be a tool man

"Zhou Yichen!" The man who rested his chin thinking about making a fortune suddenly returned to look at the boy who hadn't seen him for a few months and became more and more handsome and good-looking.

Zhou Yichen, who is now the representative of the math class, frowned slightly at his address, "Where's your homework?"

Song Jianyu glanced at the stack of homework he was holding in his arms, opened the schoolbag named Fatty Zhao Yun, and took out two ducks, a bag of sugar, two mini Transformers, three Green baseball, and countless snacks.

In the end, with Zhou Yichen's face getting darker and darker, he finally found a crumpled notebook from the bottom of his schoolbag. The person sitting on the chair flattened the notebook with his arms, and offered it with both hands, couldn't help talking "You seem to have gained a little weight."

The cheeks don't look as thin as last year, but with a little more flesh, which makes them look cuter.

Zhou Yichen took over the homework in a daze, and couldn't help but look back when he left the classroom.

I saw the student sitting in the corner unpacking the lollipop on the desk, tearing off the candy wrapper and stuffing it into the mouth with a satisfied smile, then opened the schoolbag and threw all the things he found out just now into it.

Finally, there were those two little yellow ducks. After someone poked their soft little heads a few times, the little ducks, which were not yet full moon, were poked by the finger and wobbled and flapped their wings on the desk.

The clumsy action caused the person leaning on the chair to laugh non-stop.

Holding the heavy math homework in his arms, Zhou Yichen thought for a while, then turned his head and walked to the classroom and office.

When he came back from outside, he already had two fruit candies in his hand.

Song Jianyu was sitting on a chair and dozing off. Hearing the movement of a chair beside him, he opened his eyes and looked over.

The person I met just now came back to him, pushed something in his hand over, and said with a serious face, "You didn't write a single word in your math homework, and the teacher asked me to supervise you to finish it."

After Zhou Yichen finished speaking, he looked at him, waiting for his response.

"Can I write it tomorrow?" Song Jianyu was not interested in the homework of junior high school students, so Zhao Yun should write it himself.

"If you answer one question for me, I will choose to hand it in to the teacher tomorrow." Classmate Zhou wrinkled his face and reluctantly chose another method.

The large child said calmly: "You ask."

"The ghost that passed by?"

After Zhou Yichen asked, seeing the momentarily silent expression, he looked up and down this classmate Zhao Yun curiously: "Do you know that I transferred here to visit me?"

"I said no, do you believe it?"

"I don't believe it." In addition to being a top student and being very smart, Classmate Zhou is also stubborn occasionally.

For example, he now firmly believes that this ghost that appeared last year came by here again to visit him.

Song Jianyu didn't admit it, but what he got in return was a blank math homework book, and the young man sitting beside him stared at him with a slightly oppressive posture.

"You can choose to do your homework... or to admit your identity." Zhou Xueba very friendly gave him two choices, and he didn't forget to ask him again: "Have you ever studied mathematics?"

A college student suspected that he had been insulted, so he snatched the blank homework book on the spot, took out the pencil case from his schoolbag, opened the pen and began to write homework.

"Do you know what the homework was yesterday?" Classmate Zhou looked at the other party's imposing posture and asked kindly.

"What will happen if you don't do it?" The person holding the ballpoint pen asked curiously.

With a raised finger, he took his eyes all the way across the classroom to the side of the podium, "When you are in math class, you will stand there uniquely. When you finish your homework and when you return to your seat, I advise you not to do that."

"Why is that?" Song Jianyu looked at the position and there was no mechanism, or a word label that humiliated people.

"As your friend, I will lose face." Zhou Xueba curled his lips in dissatisfaction, "So you are really not Zhao Yun, although he only got 2 points in mathematics, he can still remember the rules of punishing standing .”

The topic came back again.

Song Jianyu coughed, put his hands on his chest and held his chin in a solemn gesture: "The matter has come to this point, and I won't hide it from you anymore. In fact, I am a relative of that ghost. I called a passing ghost. "

The young man beside him who had been staring at him, raised his hand and lightly touched Zhao Yun's forehead before he finished speaking, and muttered to himself, "Could it be that a ghost possessed by a human will be affected by human IQ? You Now I really look like Zhao Yun."

Song Jianyu suspected that he was thinking that he was stupid!

"I..." Song Jianyu was interrupted as soon as he opened his mouth.

"Okay, don't talk about it, I understand, this is probably the rule of your ghost world, you can't admit your true identity to humans! Class is about to start, and I will come to you after class."

Zhou Yichen tapped the blank homework book on the table, signaling him not to forget about it, and put the two candies he bought just now on his table, "Please eat candies." Then he dragged the The chair returned to his own place.

As soon as the other party sat down, the class bell rang.

A group of steamy students ran in from outside the classroom and sat on the outside of him, blocking his plan to escape from the scene.

Those who were forced to fish for a class in class finally waited until the end of get out of class time, and got up and came here when the students beside them had just left.

A figure blocked his way, and Zhou Yichen said to Song Jianyu solemnly in front of his classmates: "Zhao Yun, come out."

Many students gave Song Jianyu a self-seeking look, watching the scumbags in the class being called away by the class representative.

Before leaving, Zhou Yichen took a book from his desk, and brought Song Jianyu to the corner balcony on the third floor openly.

Few students in this place come to play after class, because the classroom office is 20 meters away, and the door of the office is open all year round.

The only one who dares to chat here is a top student like Zhou Yichen who can look directly at the teacher.

"No one will overhear us talking here, it's safer than the classroom." Zhou Yichen explained as he led people to the balcony.

And as long as their backs are facing the balcony and facing the corridor, no matter whether it is the classroom or the classrooms and offices on both sides, they can see it immediately when anyone comes out.

"You have really changed a lot." Song Jianyu looked at the well-organized young man in front of him, and felt that the changes in the other party who hadn't seen him for half a year were really visible to the naked eye.

"The teachers and students in No. [-] Middle School are pretty good. I'm very satisfied." After transferring to No. [-] Middle School, Zhou Yichen was also worried at the beginning that there would be a bad atmosphere like that of Jinhe Middle School.

But fortunately, although there are some scumbags from families like Zhao Yun in this school, the teachers are all equal and have never favored anyone. Occasionally encountering disputes with classmates during the six months of transfer, they will soon subside.

Zhou Yichen was satisfied enough with this, and didn't expect more.

"That's good." Knowing that he is doing well now, Song Jianyu also felt that saving his life was not in vain.

"When are you leaving?" Zhou Yichen thought to himself that he was here to visit him, so there must be time for him to leave.

"I still have some things to do here, but when I'm not here, don't talk to Zhao Yun too much."

Song Jianyu thought about the words he heard at Zhao Yun's house yesterday, and was a little curious about what kind of person Zhao Yun was at school.

"Zhao Yun, except for his good performance in sports, he is very poor in other things. Last month, he scored 2 points in mathematics, 38 points in Chinese, 25 points in physics, and 51 points in English. He has great strength. He plans to go to a sports school in the future. When the school went to participate in the sports meeting, he threw the discus very well and won No. 1." As a class representative, Zhou Yichen can be regarded as the person who has the most contact with every student in his class.

I deal with everyone every day when I collect homework, so I know a lot about Zhao Yun.

The boy who said here paused for a few seconds, then looked up at the little fat man beside him: "Can you tell me what's going on? Maybe I can help you."

Song Jianyu rubbed that smart head: "I know you are smart, but this matter is very dangerous, children should study hard and don't think about other things."

"You are not familiar with anything in the Fourth Middle School. It would be much better to have someone I know to help you. Are you sure you don't need it?"

"I'm sure you don't need it. Isn't your break time too long?" Song Jianyu looked suspiciously at the students who were still playing in the corridor in the distance. He always felt that 10 minutes had passed, but the break was still over. Finish.

Zhou Xueba calmly raised his wrist and looked at the electronic watch: "There is a half-hour break in this class, which is the only long break in the morning."

Song Jianyu: "..."

People who have been instilled with junior high school knowledge at school for a day, after school and everyone in the classroom have left, they also put on their schoolbags and go to take the bus.

Song Jianyu still remembered the number of the bus yesterday. He got on the bus alone and followed the route of the hot aunt riding an electric car, and found the neighborhood where Zhao Yun lived.

When entering Building No. [-], the people downstairs were still wearing sackcloth and filial piety. Song Jianyu glanced at the old man on the wreath carrying his schoolbag and silently passed by.

Taking the elevator to the door of Zhao Yun's house, he found the key from his schoolbag and opened the door, and called out to the empty living room, "Mom?"

"Mom? Are you home?"

There was no response in the empty living room, and the person who put down his schoolbag lightly ran to the kitchen, but it was also empty.

After making sure that there was no one in the house, Song Jianyu immediately ran back to the living room and locked the door, dragged a chair from the dining room behind the door, and then ran all the way to the master bedroom on the far right.

The door opened, and there was a familiar figure lying on the big bed in the bedroom. After hearing the sound of the door opening, the other person opened his misty eyes and looked at the person coming.

Song Jianyu stood at the door, looking at this strange uncle, at the sleeves rolled up above his arm, there were a few clear and obvious pinhole marks on his half-naked arm, the plastic and white items of the bedside lighter were all in the It means that his conjecture yesterday was correct.

"Xiaoyun is back, come to Dad, come here." The man who had just had the injection, with a strangely intoxicated expression on his face, waved at the boy at the door.

The fat boy at the door slowly walked into the master bedroom, walked up to the other party and knelt down, observed and studied the items on the bedside table at close range, especially the most suspicious pile of powder, and asked calmly, "Are you buying these new items?"

"Yes! A few days ago, your boy and that old man spilled the stuff on the floor for me in the stairwell. I asked for leave today and spent a lot of money to buy it from someone else. Don't move your hands! Be careful and get it for me again." Lost."

The man who had just had the injection was lying on the bed, his face red and his pupils dilated, staring at his son in a daze as he tried to touch his precious things again, he quickly raised his hand and knocked it away: "Don't touch it indiscriminately."

The author has something to say: Zhou Yichen: Ghosts possessing people will also affect IQ (I remembered another useless knowledge point today)