Chapter XXVII: The Lost Bicycle

The sun is shining, and the years are quiet.

Zhao Quan sat in the sports equipment room with a proud face, looking at the boys and girls standing in line outside, the corners of his mouth were crooked as ugly as facial paralysis.

"Alas, these little boys and girls, don't you know that Ludao High School is the season of brainless love? Winter is coming, will the mating season be far away......" Picking his nose, Zhao Quan squeezed the bag on his face in the mirror, coughed lightly and walked out.

"Ahem, everybody's lined up, today we'll run two laps and then test a set of sit-ups." Zhao Quan said with a grin.

The sports committee of this class is a beautiful girl, and the boys and girls in the class are singular, so I will definitely be able to hold the fragrant jade feet of other girls.

"Damn, old rascal." Many boys in the back couldn't help but curse a few words, and the sports committee member also had a somewhat unsightly face, and ran around the playground with his classmates without speaking.

Zhang Qi sat next to the window and looked at Zhao Quan in some surprise, could it be that this guy threw his bicycle there and made a successful date?

Frowning and shaking his head, he remembered Zhang Xuewan's determined tone, Zhao Quan, a ruffian teacher, could not succeed.

"Zhang Qi, I heard that the school will organize a performance next week, what are you going to participate in?" Wang Peng didn't have the kind of perverted vision that Zhang Qi had trained, so he pestled the guy from behind and asked.

"Organizing a show? What show? After being stunned for a moment, Zhang Qi turned his head to look at the dead fat man and asked in a low voice with a twitchy expression.

"Damn, you can't do it, Christmas party, one of the two biggest festivals in our school!" Wang Peng looked at Zhang Qi like a monster, but quickly slapped his head and smiled wryly.

The dead fat man just remembered that Zhang Qi was transferred in his third year of high school, and he didn't know about the Christmas party.

"I really don't know how to do it, but why do you want me to participate?" Shaking his head with a smile, Zhang Qi knew that Wang Peng didn't use his mind when he spoke, and he didn't care.

"Each class has to produce two programs, and then screen them, I thought if we should talk about cross talk?" Wang Peng winked at Zhang Qi and came up with an idea.

Glanced at Wang Peng a little strangely, Zhang Qi had never seen this dead fat man so active, glanced at Wang Fang, who was listening carefully in the distance, and couldn't help but grin at the corner of his mouth.

"Don't look at me like that, Fangfang said let me put on a show, I really don't have it." Wang Peng said with an embarrassed sigh with a dead face.

The two major festivals of Zhongshan High School, a school celebration and a Christmas party, all require the organization and arrangement of many class cadres.

The reason why Wang Peng pulled Zhang Qi was more to give Wang Fang a step down, after all, there are two programs in each class, and the probability of Zhang Qi and Wang Peng being thrown off is almost 100%.

Who doesn't like to look at the big white legs these days, and who likes two stinky old men chirping crookedly on them?

"Let's talk about it then, I won't talk about cross talk anyway." Nodding, Zhang Qi said half-pushing.

He really didn't know the importance of the Christmas party.

The Christmas party of Zhongshan No. 1 High School has been held almost since the founding of the school, and it is organized in the gymnasium every year on the day before Christmas, regardless of wind or rain.

From half past one in the afternoon to half past four, it was a full three hours, but few people left the table in the middle, which shows the excitement and meticulous organization of each program.

Seeing Zhang Qi turn his head to the window again, Wang Peng pursed his lips and stopped talking, but lowered his head and took his mobile phone to send a message to Wang Fang.

The quiet pin drop in the classroom could be heard, but the students who had run two laps on the playground were scolding, watching Zhao Quan, who was standing in front, want to extend his magic hand to the sports committee girl again, gritting his teeth one by one but no one spoke.

"What are you doing? Ready to time! With a dry cough, Zhao Quan was about to speak, but he saw a figure on the playground waving to him, frowned impatiently, and then walked over.

"Teacher Sun? Are you looking for me? As a teacher, I have to live up to my accusations. Looking at the panting uncle, Zhao Quan asked with a somewhat unhappy face.

Just in time for the time when he could kiss Fangze, the result was not early or late, but he came at this time.

"Teacher Zhao, no, your bicycle is missing." Teacher Sun, who was panting, turned a little red, stretched out his hand and pointed in the direction of the carport, and said in a bitter voice.

"Oh, the bike is gone." Nodding, Zhao Quan just wanted to turn his head and continue the class, but the next moment, a sickly flush suddenly appeared on his face.

A pair of eyes suddenly widened, Zhao Quan felt a tingling sensation on his face, his head was a little dazed, and he seemed to have a feeling of tinnitus.

The elated mood was gone, replaced by panic in the eyes.

"You said my bike was missing?" With a black face, Zhao Quan had a gloomy face as if he had climbed out of the cement, and ran towards the carport without saying a word.

As if his heart was being crushed by a steamroller, Zhao Quan almost heard the most terrifying story in this world.

On Friday, when the lockpicking company came, it took an extra 200 yuan to open the locks, and after returning home, I wiped them several times with a towel.

Thinking about whether to buy an insurance for his car, Zhao Quangang said that he would go to ask after work today, but he heard that his car was lost?

God the fuck is trying to kill me!

Running to the carport like crazy, Zhao Quan stared at the place where he had parked his car in the morning, the flush on his face gradually turned pale, and his lips were trembling.

"How could it not be, how could it not be!" After looking back and forth several times, Zhao Quan's figure attracted the doorman at the door, and then patted Zhao Quan's shoulder.

"Teacher Zhao, what's wrong?" With a little surprise in his faint old eyes, the doorman asked, wrapped in a shabby green military uniform.

"Uncle Liu, do you see anyone moving my car out of the city? Or do you see a stranger walking in? As if he had grasped a life-saving straw, Zhao Quan, who had always passed by the doorman with disdain, suddenly put on an ugly smile and asked with a bit of hope.

"This ......" sneered embarrassedly, the old man had been taking a nap almost since the morning, and he didn't wake up until he just woke up.

"You can go to the monitoring room to see the video, there are three cameras in our carport that are all newly installed this year, just adjust the video." With a mouth full of yellow teeth, the doorman said with a dry smile.

"Surveillance?" A glimmer of light flashed in his eyes, and Zhao Quan didn't even have time to say thank you, so he hurriedly ran towards the teaching building.

A car is worth 8,000 yuan, Zhao Quan can't afford to lose this car, let alone this person!

God knows how these stinky boys in the school will bury themselves if they squeeze the bus to school the next day!