At 6:40 in the evening of self-study, Qiao Yang and Luo Song stepped back to the classroom.

Qiao Yang habitually glanced at Chi Li's seat and found that it was empty at the moment.

Chi Li was often pulled to the office by Huang Qingqiu to do math problems, and it was common for him to be late for class occasionally, but he didn't take it to heart.

It wasn't until 7 o'clock that it was already dark outside, and the classmates in the class began to do their homework under the watchful eye of the subject teacher, but Chi Li still did not come back.

Huang Qingqiu will not leave people for so long to delay the students' learning of other subjects.

Qiao Yang glanced at Chi Li's desk, where the schoolbag was still hanging, proving that the person had not asked for leave.

He called Chiri, but no one answered.

"Thank you. Qiao Yang called out Xie Qingyue in the front row.

Xie Qingyue turned around, she didn't expect Qiao Yang to take the initiative to call her, she tried her best to reply to Qiao Yang in a voice that the teacher on the podium couldn't hear: "What's the matter?"

"Where did Chi Li go?" Qiao Yang pointed to Chi Li's empty seat.

"I don't know! I called her, but she didn't answer!" Xie Qingyue was also full of urgency, "Let's go ask Teacher Huang after class in a while." ”

The boy between the two seats heard the conversation between the two and said, "Chiri, I saw her after school, she was fighting with people in society at school just after school, and now she has been taken to the bureau by the police, and the yellow balloon has followed." ”

"Fighting again?" Qiao Yang frowned.

The boy in the front row was a little curious about why Qiao Yang used the word "again", and he said: "Yes, I just got out of school, and downstairs, many people saw it." ”

"Which police station?"

"It's probably the one next to the school. ”

As soon as the boy in the front row finished speaking, Qiao Yang stood up and left the classroom directly through the back door under the teacher's beard and glaring at the teacher on the podium.

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"Why are you causing trouble?"

In the office of the police station, Chi Li and Ran Ziyi sat at their desks, being questioned by a male policeman.

And Zhang Hui and the four or five people he called were sitting on the side, watching them as if they were watching a play.

The desk lamp on the desk shone straight on Chi Li's face, and Chi Li lowered her head uncomfortably and changed the direction of the desk lamp: "Don't shine the lamp on me, your eyes hurt." ”

"I ask you, why did you beat people?" the policeman turned the lamp back and continued to shine on Chi Li, using this as a lamp in the interrogation room.

Chiri raised her hand impatiently and pushed the lamp off the table.

"You ......"

"My sister's eyes are injured and she can't be directly exposed to bright lights. Ran Ziyi spoke for Chi Li.

"Okay. The police picked up the lamp and turned it off, "Now you can talk?"

Chi Li's body leaned back slightly, and she slouched on the back of the chair: "What do you want me to say?

These words did sound ridiculous to a person who had not seen the whole process at the scene, but the policeman exchanged glances with Zhang Hui next to him, and said sternly: "Otherwise, I have seen a lot of teenagers like you who often cause trouble in society!"

"Obviously, they were the ones who made trouble for us first!" Ran Ziyi said.

The policeman smiled contemptuously: "What is your identity, what are your identities, how can you trouble a group of children?"

"Yes. Chi Li slapped the table and stood up, "Anyway, I want to add to the crime, right? Then I'll cripple these six people first." ”

When Zhang Hui and the others heard this, they were so frightened that they took a few steps back at the same time, which was extremely funny.