Chu Qingruo held on to his old waist, which was almost broken, and got into the carriage that sent them to school every day.

Looking at Fu Lingyun, who had not slept all night, but looked like he had eaten honey, he smiled proudly, and carried the children who went to school at home into the carriage one by one, and then sat in front of Fu Lingyun, who was driving, and secretly grinded his teeth!

This guy has a lot of physical strength!

"Mother, why is there a red piece on your neck!" The young and simple Fu Tieyi looked at his mother who went to school with him every day, and his expression was strange today, and he couldn't help but be curious.

"Called the dog bitten!" She was not angry, and looked out of the carriage angrily, turned her back to their figures, and said with gritted teeth.

"Mother, mother, was it bitten by Ah Qiang?" Baicao, which was as soft and glutinous as glutinous rice, stretched out her little hand and rubbed it for her: "Ah is not good, go back and beat its ass!" ”

Chu Qingruo, who was adored by her, smiled, pulled her over, stopped her in his arms, and kissed her fiercely: "It's not a good girl, it's something else...... Badass dog! ”

Suddenly, two dog barks sounded outside the carriage: "Wang! ”

Inside the carriage, several older children instantly understood that Fu Zilan took the lead in covering his mouth and snickering, when did the little uncle become so naughty. Chu Qingruo was embarrassed and couldn't wait to find a crack to drill down.

The guy who was driving the car outside the car waved his horsewhip and shouted happily: "Drive!" ”

Today, the school held a poetry contest, and male and female students and masters were in groups.

This is a tradition of Nanshan College.

In the open space of the college, after Chief Lin gave a speech, the game began.

Soon, Chu Qingruo came out on top and became the leader.

After the chief had announced the result, there was a barely audible, faint voice of opposition.

"Mountain...... Mountain chief, she, she this poem is...... It's plagiarism from me! ”

Everyone was shocked and turned their heads to look, but it was Xiaolan, who was silent and had no sense of existence in the past.

Lin Guodong was the first to be unconvinced: "Miss Xiaolan, you said that Miss Chu copied your poems, do you have any evidence?" ”

Xiaolan shrunk her neck: "She, she ......" After squeezing out the two words, she bowed her head with tears in her eyes and was silent.

It is human instinct to sympathize with the weak.

Compared to her, Chu Qingruo seemed to have an advantage. Beautiful, with a good figure, married to a good family, compared to the Xiaolan in front of her, who is from a poor family at first glance, the difference between strength and weakness is obvious.

A group of students who participated in the competition all sympathized with this thin, not beautiful, but pitiful Xiaolanlai.

"Miss Xiaolan, don't be afraid, just say, don't be afraid!"

"Miss Chu, if this poem is really Xiaolan's, then the leader should be Xiaolan, not you!"

"Yes, it's just a test competition, why be so serious and plagiarize others."

The students blamed Chu Qingruo with gossiping.

"What nonsense are you guys! Ruo's sister's poem was obviously written by the two of us watching her! We are the best witnesses! Wanwan took Yan Qianqian's hand and stood up together.

Yan Qianqian walked up to Xiaolan and said righteously: "Xiaolan, why are you doing this?" ”

Xiaolan hung her head, almost crying. In the eyes of the students behind Yan Qianqian, it was Yan Qianqian who made people cry!

"Hey, Xiaoshan Chief, why are you murdering her!"

When Xiaolan heard this, she hurriedly raised her head and shook her hands: "No, no, no, she...... She didn't hurt me......" she said, lowering her head and sniffing hard.

"Forget it, forget it, I don't want to pursue this matter anymore." After that, Xiaolan wanted to turn around and leave.

Now the students sympathized with her more and more: "Xiaoshan Chief, we know that you and Miss Chu have a good relationship, but you can't be like this!" ”

"Yes, yes, we all thought you were upright, calling you Xiaoshan Chief, it turns out that you are also a person who tends to be inflammatory!"

Now it was Yan Qianqian's turn again.

Wanwan was completely enraged, rolled up his sleeves and stepped forward, pointed at these students and scolded: "Where have you all read these books? She is weak, is she justified? She said that if her sister plagiarized her poems, what about the evidence? ”

Just when Wanwan and Yan Qianqian were arguing fiercely with them, Chu Qingruo didn't say a word, and didn't have a taste for himself from beginning to end, just looked at Xiaolan with interest.

"Ahem, everyone be quiet." Seeing this, Lin Shanchang coughed twice, and stood up to uphold justice: "In this way, since the two sides are deadlocked, why don't I come up with a new topic, and the two of you, each write another poem, let everyone judge, what do you think?" ”

Everyone praised in unison, and looked at Chu Qingruo crookedly, Chu Qingruo smiled and nodded: "Okay!" ”

Xiaolan still lowered her head and shrunk her neck: "Forget it, I don't want to pursue it anymore." ”

Yan Qianqian didn't comply: "No! You've already said in public that if your sister is plagiarizing your poems, what do you mean by saying it? If my sister's plagiarism charge is cleared, is it? ”

"I, I didn't mean that, I, I just wanted to forget it, she was the leader." Xiaolan said as she broke free of Yan Qianqian's hand and walked out.

The mountain chief also spoke: "This student, don't be afraid, if she really copies your poems, I will call the shots for you, don't be afraid!" ”

Xiaolan had a hard time riding a tiger, so she had to nod with difficulty.

The mountain chief's topic this time is not difficult, and it should be the scene: "crab"

Chu Qingruo thought about it for a while, and wrote confidently:

It is well-known for not swimming in the sea, and there are bones and raw from the flesh.

Mo Dao was not afraid of thunder and lightning, and the Sea Dragon King was also rampant.

When everyone looked at it, they even said yes!

Turning his head to look at Xiaolan, he grabbed the pen and wrote a title.

Immediate opinion.

The smug crowd snorted, and everyone lowered their heads in embarrassment.

"I didn't expect this Xiaolan to look quite honest, and it would be like this."

"yes, I really believed her!"

The people who sympathized with Xiaolan just now felt deceived by her, and they whispered to her.

"Well, since everyone has no objections, then I announce that the leader of this poetry contest is Chu Qingruo!"

Everyone applauded.

In the applause of everyone, Xiaolan quietly disappeared to the back of the crowd, and clenched the pen tightly in her hand.

When he returned to the classroom, he couldn't tolerate the bend of the sand in his eyes, walked up to Xiaolan, and angrily asked her: "Xiaolan, why do you want to do it!" Why do you say that if your sister plagiarized your poems! ”

Xiaolan seemed to be frightened by her fierce look, and lowered her head in tears.

Wanwan was like a punch in the cotton, and he became more and more angry: "You wronged Sister Ruo, you didn't even apologize, and you still cry aggrieved?" When are you going to pretend to be pathetic? We've helped you if you lose! ”

"Bend!" As soon as Chu Qingruo, who stepped into the classroom, saw this, he hurriedly called Wanwan back: "Wanwan, forget it." ”

Yan Qianqian was also angry, but she didn't want to be so hot, she thought to herself: Such a classmate will have less contact with her in the future, but there is no need to argue with her.

In the evening, classes ended. After saying goodbye, the three went home.

Who knows, in the middle of the night, Kang Zi's rapid knock on the door woke Chu Qingruo and Fu Lingyun up.

Tuk-tuk, tuk-tuk!

"Master, the young lady is not good! Something happened! ”

The two Chu Qingruo and Fu Lingyun were awakened, the two glanced at each other, quickly got up, opened the door and asked urgently, "What's the matter?" ”

Kang Zi couldn't help but wipe his sweat: "It's the murderer, the murderer has appeared again!" ”

Fu Lingyun quickly dressed neatly: "Oh? Who was attacked? Can the murderer be caught? ”

"I didn't catch it, let him run away. It was Fan Wan who was attacked, Miss Fan! ”

Chu Qingruo was surprised: "Bend? Is she okay then? ”

"Miss Fan knows how to punch and kick, and she beat away the murderer, and her life is safe, but she is a little frightened." Kangzi said.

Relieved, he hurriedly dressed himself and stepped out of the room, Chu Qingruo didn't wait for Fu Lingyun to speak, so he opened his mouth first: "Go, take us to the scene to see!" ”

Fu Lingyun shook his head, there was really no way to take her, fortunately he followed her, otherwise it would not be reassuring.

Yasuko led them all the way to a dilapidated house with no one in the north of the city.

Li Shaoqing of Dali Temple had already arrived with people and strictly controlled the scene.

Li Shaoqing, full name Li Zhonghuai, word Uncle Qiao.

Thirty-somethings is a bright and promising age.

A pair of slender eyes on a white face exude righteousness. The emaciated figure, although not tall, is very tall, which makes people awe at a glance.

"Shu Qiao, this is an insider."

After Fu Lingyun greeted Li Shaoqing of Dali Temple, Chu Qingruo couldn't wait to rush in.

In a broken room with a big hole in the roof, and a house covered with cobwebs and dust, she sat there with a white face and a frightened man, dressed in the robe that the kind night watchman had given her.

Seeing Chu Qingruo coming, he relieved himself.

After school tonight, she said goodbye to Chu Qingruo and Yan Qianqian, and walked home alone.

It was getting late, and the streets were empty.

"Whoa!" A creepy laugh came.

Wanwan has been practicing martial arts since he was a child, and the list is much bigger than the average girl, so he will not be afraid of it pretending to be a ghost.

"Who? Get the hell out of here! ”

Hum! Want to scare her?

While shouting angrily, he walked forward cautiously and vigilantly.

As he was walking, a man came across him. Half a head tall, broad shoulders, tall, and emaciated. The black cloak enveloped his body tightly, and he wore a hood on his head, making it difficult to see his appearance.

What impressed me was his walking posture.

Although his feet moved under the cloak, his shoulders and head were motionless, just like Hua Dan walking on the stage. If it weren't for the fact that the sky had not yet completely darkened, and she could still see clearly, she would have thought that this person had floated in front of her.

It was precisely because of this man's strange behavior that he deliberately looked at him twice.

The man walked up to her, and before he could ask who he was or what he was going to do, a puff of white smoke blew from under his cloak.

Wanwan only felt dizzy for a while, and his body was weak and he was no longer conscious.

When she woke up, she was already in this dilapidated house.

"Whoa."

It's this nasty weird laugh again.