After Zhou Xiaokun finished saying these two sentences, he picked up the phone and made two calls.

"Hey, Little Seven......"

After Zhou Xiaokun's phone call went out, there was silence in the field.

Mrs. Xiong meant that she didn't want to quarrel very much, but she didn't seem to be able to persuade anyone.

"There are a lot of skills in pretending to be ghosts!"

Mao Hua sneered at Zhou Xiaokun.

"Anyway, if the time comes, then let's not delay others, see what posture he can get, if he can't get it, let him go, and let him get out of the third shift!"

Yang Liu glanced at Zhou Xiaokun from a distance and shook his head secretly.

Do you think that the mixed society has an identity and status, and you can't judge the situation, and what good is it for you to make a big noise on such an occasion?

It's really a pity that this good skin is good.

Because the memorial service was held for one day, the students of these three classes really spent more than an hour for Zhou Xiaokun under the leadership of Mao Hua and Qi Ye.

And then......

There was a sudden commotion outside the door.

Mao Hua and Qi Ye glanced at each other, and the two of them quickly stood up.

Then both of them gasped at the same time.

Looking along the gate, there was a mighty group of people walking this way with wreaths.

Mao Hua took a cursory look, and it was estimated that there were fifty or sixty wreaths!

"This, this can't be!"

"Damn, what's this!"

Qi Ye said disdainfully.

"It's only a few dollars, and I can afford it!"

Even if Qi Ye can afford it, he won't buy it, otherwise why didn't he buy it before, it's not a waste of money.

Therefore, after the people in the class and around them heard Qi Ye's not small voice, few responded.

Yang Liu's eyes lit up, and he wanted to start looking at Zhou Xiaokun again, but then he shook his head.

Because this wreath may only cost tens of thousands of yuan when bought, it can only show that Zhou Xiaokun is desperately leaking out the hole cards.

In the midst of the various moods of the people around, the team arrived at the mourning hall.

Zhou Xiaokun greeted him, he didn't know why Xiao Qi didn't come.

frowned and said, "Why is it so much?"

The person who took the lead was stunned by Zhou Xiaokun's question.

"What do you mean?"

As he spoke, he instructed the people behind him to put things on both sides of the mourning hall.

"I said the number is wrong, and what about Xiao Qi?"

"What little seven and eight, who are you? Mr. Hu, this thing is put away!"

The person who took the lead shouted to the back, and thought that Zhou Xiaokun was standing in the way, so he urged him unsatisfied, and asked Zhou Xiaokun to get up.

"Hu Haitao, worship the teacher Xiong Lao!"

A man came out of the wreath-giving man, dressed in white, and when he arrived at the mourning hall, he knocked his head upside down and banged.

"This, this is not a wreath I sent?"

Zhou Xiaokun was stunned, and subconsciously asked such a sentence.

"What's the matter with you, this is a gift from Mr. Hu, a full fifty!"

The person who sent the wreath was a little happy, after all, this kind of big work is not very common.

"Ha, Zhou Xiaokun, this is the wreath you said, this is what you prepared?"

If it weren't for the funeral, Mao Hua would probably have laughed out loud.

"It's shameless, I thought he really had any ability!"

"That's it, it's a shame, I took something from someone else and said that I sent it myself!"

The originally quiet mourning hall will be full of discussions.

The sound of mockery and sarcasm almost squeezed Zhou Xiaokun's eardrums.

Papapa, this sentence, with the knife-like eyes around him, was like a slap on Zhou Xiaokun's face.

Even Zhou Xiaokun's current state of mind, he almost couldn't resist.

"Shut up, what are you shouting at the teacher's funeral!"

A sharp voice drowned out the commotion of the crowd.

Hu Haitao, who stood up after kowtowing, turned around slowly.

This person was dressed in white, and even his belt was tied with hemp rope, and everyone thought that this was Teacher Xiong's own family, so they didn't dare to speak.

"You, you are Hu Haitao!"

Ma Xiaoling suddenly screamed, her eyes were frenzied.

"Hu Haitao, who is here, the name is so familiar. ”

Mao Hua temporarily gave up running on Zhou Xiaokun and recalled this person.

"Squad leader, you forgot, you forgot, this is a beard, this is a beard!

With a bang, the people around immediately exploded, and even Mrs. Xiong grew her mouth.

Zhou Xiaokun's high school is actually very rubbish, and this Hu Haitao was the first person in their school to be admitted to Tsinghua University that year.

"It's him!"

Because I always said a nickname back then, I couldn't imagine my real name all of a sudden.

"Brother Hu, you're here too!"

Mao Hua posted it as soon as possible, and took out a cigarette from his pocket and handed it over, the meaning of the stammering was obvious.

"Yes, Brother Hu, you can come here, the teacher must be smiling Jiuquan. ”

"Brother Hu hasn't seen you for a long time, how is Tsinghua over there?"

In an instant, this Hu Haitao became the focus of everyone's eyes.

There is no way, this is the only Tsinghua University among their classmates, a top 1 university in China, with an unlimited future, and everyone wants to walk through his relationship in the future.

Yang Liu also walked to Hu Haitao's side, but he didn't say a word, gently tied the hemp rope around Hu Haitao's waist, and said with a smile: "Haitao, long time no see." ”

Hu Haitao is very satisfied with this effect, the stars hold the moon, and the king returns.

Qi Ye actually didn't want to go over before, but he remembered that his Lao Tzu seemed to have told him that he must meet more highly educated people, which will help him in the future.

Therefore, Qi Ye took the notebook from Mrs. Xiong's hand.

"Beard, come, this is the remembrance book written for Teacher Xiong in our class, you can write it too. ”

As he spoke, he handed Hu Haitao a pen and turned to the blank space on the first page.

"Write it here!"

Hu Haitao took the book, flipped it over casually, snorted a few times in his mouth, and said, the writing is good, how embarrassing is this, the class leaders are all behind, and it is not good for me to write the first page.

This first page was supposed to be a blank space to commemorate the old bear, but who still says about it now.

"This first page is for you, no one deserves it but you!"

Yang Liu patted Hu Haitao's arm, no matter how you heard this voice, it was coquettish.

"Okay, this Yang Xiaohua has said so, but I'm disrespectful!"

He wrote a few words as he spoke, but this word is indeed like a chicken crawling.

"Well written!"

"Good word!"

I don't know who has a few stinky feet, which makes Hu Haitao smile.

Zhou Xiaokun squeezed his eyebrows when he saw the word Chong Ye Qing.

"All of our class here?"

Hu Haitao asked.

"How is it possible! Only those of us who are sincere to the teacher can get on this notebook, Brother Hu, do you think everyone is the same as us, just now we also removed two people from our third class, you say that this is not a memorial to the teacher, not to mention that Brother Hu's shot is fifty wreaths, and even those who buy a wreath with us don't agree!"

"Yes, the key is what do you know, that person didn't care and said, isn't it just a wreath, he means to buy a lot of them, just now I wanted to use Brother Hu's wreath to make up the number, fortunately Brother Hu, you came!"

Hu Haitao will think about it, it seems that there was really such a thing just now.

"Who's that?"

"Who else could it be, Zhou Xiaokunbei!"

Mao Hua raised his chin in the direction of Zhou Xiaokun, and his contemptuous expression was self-evident.

"Oh, that's you!"

Hu Haitao looked next week Xiaokun up and down.

"I remember you, there was no sense of existence in the class at that time, and you were often bullied, why, today you have another quarrel with your classmates? What is it to quarrel at the teacher's funeral, come, come here, do you want to sign and write on this, I am in charge today, I will make peace to you and the classmates in the class, you just apologize. ”

Hu Haitao said this as if he was good for Zhou Xiaokun, but his demeanor was arrogant, and his eyes didn't fall on Zhou Xiaokun.

Zheng Qiang in the crowd has now changed his mentality, and he is completely watching the excitement.

"No, you don't. ”

Zhou Xiaokun looked at his watch and refused directly.

"Oh?"

Hu Haitao's eyes fell on Zhou Xiaokun.

It was the first person he met to reject him after returning to his alma mater in the same city.

"Classmate, there's no need, give me Hu Haitao a face. ”

"First of all, I didn't do anything to be sorry for Teacher Xiong, so Ye Qing and I don't need to apologize, the apology in their mouths is just because I wasn't with them, and secondly, I don't need to give you face. ”

"Zhou Xiaokun, don't be ignorant!"

Yang Liu couldn't hold back anymore and shouted directly.

"How long are you going to be a maverick? Do you think you're cool, do you think you're going to attract our attention like this? I'm sorry, no! Now you not only want to apologize to us, but more importantly, to apologize to Hu Haitao!"

"Apologize, apologize, please, you treat this Hu Haitao as a hero, don't take me with you! Is he a classmate in our class, is he admitted to Tsinghua under the name of Teacher Xiong, isn't it! Are you white* or selectively forget, he betrayed Teacher Xiong, and he was poached into another class in the college entrance examination that year! This is not Teacher Xiong's pride, it's a shame! You still let him record it in your notebook, please, you quickly squeeze me out, I really don't want to be with your group of people. ”

Zhou Xiaokun's words were like knives, directly poking a hole in the harmony on the surface.

Leaking full of artificiality and dirtiness.

When Hu Haitao left the third class, everyone knew that this incident hit Teacher Xiong the hardest, which was a lifelong knot.

And what did those so-called students who loved Teacher Xiong do?

A ball of harmony, pretending that nothing happened?

Still mingling with traitors?

This is what they call their three-class collective?

Phew!