Liu Ji stopped, he didn't leave, he had to think about it.

"Relatively, you're our leader, you say it's not a big deal, right?"

Liu Relative in junior high school is a rebellious teenager, in the formation of a world view and outlook on life in junior high school, he often leads a group of classmates to fight with students from other schools, fight with newly transferred vocational education students, secretly smoke, drink, is very prestigious in this gang, these people affectionately call him 'head'.

What he had gone through was an indulgent youth.

Liu Zhao patted Zhang Mohai on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, it's okay." ”

Just looking at the matter of smashing the glass, it is nothing at all, at most you will lose some money, and if you go a little deeper, you will be demerit by the school, and there will be no problem.

But when it comes to something deeper, that's not necessarily the case.

Of course, Ryu would not have spoken these things, and some things were incomprehensible at the age of 16.

Things were a little tricky, and it looked like the police were ready to open the dormitory.

What to do, just run over to stop it? Unrealistic, the more you try to stop it, the more suspicious it is, which is not a wise approach.

Tell Wei Mingming not to take the blame? Without Wei Mingming, Liu was relatively afraid that Li Mingming, Zhang Mingming, in short, a certain Mingming would come out as a substitute for the dead, which was not the fundamental way to solve the problem.

Liu frowned tightly, thinking about the stakes.

"Why don't you go, it's almost class." Zhang Mohai was a little anxious.

"Haizi, help me park the car, I want to find a way."

This sentence is half-true, half because he really has to find a way to solve this tricky matter, and half because he has long forgotten the parking location of the third year and class 2.

Zhang Mohai answered, took the car from Liu Zhuang's hand and walked into the distance, while Liu Relative raised his feet and walked to the classroom.

Looking at the classroom, where most of the students were already seated, Liu Zhao suddenly felt a trance, and these familiar and unfamiliar faces seemed to be abstracted into symbols one by one, flickering far and near in his mind.

Too many of these people have not been in touch since they graduated from junior high school.

High school is a completely closed teaching, Liu relative chose to live in the school, and after the college entrance examination, he left Huazun, went to Qingzhou, 4000 miles away from home, graduated from college and stayed in Kyoto, until 2008 and returned to Huazun, and in these 13 years, those junior high school classmates have already been like dandelions by the wind of life, by the wind of love, by the wind of family scattered at the end of the world, no news.

After standing for nearly 5 seconds, Liu Zhao came back to his senses, and the students in the classroom were still doing their morning classes seriously, and no one noticed him, maybe someone noticed, but they didn't care.

Sobered up, the question also came, which seat should I sit in?

Liu Relative also forgot.

Is it the middle of the first row, which is still empty.

Isn't it there? Facing the podium, facing the teacher's desk.

Ryu was clutching his hair, he was trying to think.

He felt that he was less of a reborn and more of an amnesiac.

35-year-old Liu is 1.83 meters, and 16-year-old Liu is 1.75 meters, is it appropriate for such a tall person to sit in the first place? However, there is a vague impression in my memory, he seems to really sit in the first place, because the class is always funny and troublesome, and the teacher transferred him to the first position in the last seat.

Well, sit there first, whether it is or not.

The schoolbag was placed on the table, and he sat down gently, Liu looked around, and the others did not react, it seemed that he was sitting in the right position, so he stopped being distracted and began to analyze this matter.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether the watermelon knife is found or not.

The reason why the director wants to frame him is because he wants to solve that big case, Wei Mingming's family has no money and no power, and he bumped into it in this stall, which is a good target for framing, in the final analysis, Wei Mingming met the wrong person at the wrong time, and then he made a wrong choice.

So what's the crux of the mistake?

Director, Director of Suwa Town Police Station.

He is now under a lot of pressure, he wants to solve the case, and he can't solve the masked burglary case within the time limit, and his hat is not guaranteed.

Wait, this doesn't seem right, Liu Ji thought about the process carefully, and always felt that he had made a mistake.

"Knock Knock"

The sound of the class bell interrupted his thoughts, and when he came back to his senses, he found that the classroom was already full of students, and Zhang Mohai was sitting next to him.

"Stand up!"

The class leader's voice sounded, which was a sign of the official class, and Liu stood up with the crowd, then sat down again with the teacher's nod, and then fell into a state of contemplation.

He continued to think about it, but it was rare that he still looked ahead, sat up straight, and occasionally nodded as if he had suddenly realized, no matter who saw it, he would not have thought that he was wandering in the world.

What's the problem?

The police station is a dispatched agency of the Public Security Bureau, and the right to appoint personnel is in the Public Security Bureau, but administratively under the dual leadership of the town government and the Public Security Bureau, in fact, its main role is to deal with some civil disputes, and there are only three or four formal police officers with police ranks and police numbers.

Based on the cognition of his previous life, Liu Zhao pondered the ownership and scope of work of this police station, thought about its personnel, and pondered where to start to persuade the director who was not high in rank but had great power.

Handling a number of civil disputes

Wait, the word civil dispute made Liu Zhao suddenly stunned.

Burglary should be defined in criminal law, it is not a civil dispute, it is a criminal case.

The criminal case belongs to the criminal police team, and the police station can at most assist in solving the case.

Then the problem is, the case cannot be solved within the time limit, and the first responsible person is the captain of the criminal police, and it has little to do with the police station to which he belongs.

Since it doesn't have much to do with it, it is unlikely that he will lose his hat, and since it is not related to his own hat, then the motive of the director, who originally speculated that he was in a hurry to buckle the hat of the burglary to Wei Mingming's head, has deviated.

Ryu realized the crux of the matter.

The director is so enthusiastic to help the criminal police team solve the case, help frame him, and help compare fingerprints, what is he for?

Lei Feng? If Lei Feng would definitely handle the case based on the principle of seeking truth from facts, he would not be framed.

Have a personal grudge against Wei Mingming? How great a feud can be made to the point of death.

Liu Zhuang's mind is a little confused now, but he must force himself to continue to think about it, he only has one day, one day later, the police will take Wei Mingming away, and when he comes out again, it will be eight years later

"Liu Relative, you come to answer my question."

The voice on the podium woke Liu Zhuang, who looked up and saw a somewhat angry face the moment he suddenly came back to his senses.

"Teacher, I didn't hear the question clearly, please say it again."

Ryu reacted quickly, and he reacted immediately to the situation, although he didn't expect the rigorous math teacher to say it again.

"What is 2 meters minus 1 meter 3?"

Unexpectedly, the teacher actually repeated this question, but should this question really be answered by a junior high school student? Ryu was a little confused.

"70 centimeters."

No matter how much, answer first.

"You didn't listen at all, what were you thinking?"

The math teacher was already angry and shouted at Yoo.

"Teacher, you misunderstood, I'm listening very carefully."

Liu Relative felt that he needed to explain, pretending to listen carefully, he had already practiced perfectly.

"Oh?" The math teacher was happy.

"How high is the podium?" The teacher asked.

"20 centimeters." Ryu glanced at him and replied.

"How tall am I." The teacher continued to ask.

"About 1.8 meters." Ryu continued to answer.

"What about the podium plus my height?" The teacher is still asking.

"2 meters." Liu Relative already felt that something was wrong at this time.

"How tall are you?"

"1.75 meters." Ryu glanced at himself.

"How tall will you be when you sit down?"

"One meter three."

The students in the classroom had already been blinded, and their hearts said what was going on, but even if they didn't know what medicine the teacher was selling, they knew the fact that Liu was going to be unlucky.

"2 meters minus 1.3 meters equals 70 centimeters, if you sit in front of the lectern and if you are listening to me, then you must raise your head at a 38-degree angle to look at my face, you do the math, right?"

Ryu finally knew what the problem was.

"Your head has been at a zero degree angle to the lectern since the beginning of the lesson, and has not been raised at a 1 degree angle, and has not shifted left and right at a 3 degree angle, you can explain this to me."

Laugh.

is a good math teacher, and he also uses numbers to reason, and he uses detailed data to analyze the fact that Liu is distracted in class.

Liu wanted to kneel.

Liu was relatively speechless.

"Liu Yuan, please go out."

The math teacher is a strict old man, and the last thing he can tolerate is that the students do not listen to his lectures carefully.

Looking at the sympathetic, gloating, and sarcastic eyes of the classroom, Liu shrugged his shoulders helplessly and walked out of the classroom in style.

Explanation is tantamount to cover-up, cover-up is tantamount to truthfulness, and he does not explain.

"This is the first lesson I have learned when I am born again."

Liu Zhao stood in the shade of the tree, looking up at the sunlight shining on his face through the poplar branches, and felt a little emotional.

He wants to study hard, he wants to work harder than the previous life to live this life, he wants to listen carefully, he wants to go up every day, but this first gorgeous debut made him stand in the shadow of the sun.

It's called something

"Yohe, Liu Relative, you also come out to let off steam?"

There are two classes in the third grade of the junior high school in the Soviet Union, and the classrooms of the first class and the second class are in the same row, which are closely connected.

Liu looked up and saw a big man with pimples on his face standing outside the wall of a classroom and greeting him.