Ning Zhiyuan has always believed that he is a good person.

In the darkness of the night, he was hurrying to his rented cottage, which was located in a small corner of the city.

As an outstanding graduate student of the Chinese department of a well-known university, he is Chinese New Year's Eve and is currently teaching Chinese in a high school, with a salary of 3,002. Then he continued to prepare for the lesson in silence.

He understands, but can't accept, let alone deny, that this is a society that relies on his father.

"Help, help" Ning Zhiyuan, who was on his way, heard a rapid cry for help, which made him stunned.

"I'm still simmering soup on the stove, so let's go home? Otherwise, the soup will be stewed. Ning Zhiyuan beat a drum in his heart and said to himself. He is already in his thirties, and he has long lost the enthusiasm and impulsiveness he once had.

"Help, woo~~." The cry for help came again, this was a girl who was not very old, Ning Zhiyuan secretly made up his mind.

"Let's make the soup a little longer," he gritted his teeth, grabbed a stick and ran towards the source of the sound.

Taking advantage of the moonlight, Ning Zhiyuan soon saw two figures, a delicate figure that he looked a little familiar with, waving a satchel back and forth in his hand to fight for the largest space for himself, although he was still forced into a corner, the slightly stronger figure next to him was still slowly approaching.

Looking at the thick stick in his hand, Ning Zhiyuan encouraged himself and rushed forward quickly.

Hurried footsteps suddenly came from the quiet alley, which naturally attracted the attention of the gangsters, and when he looked back vigilantly, a stuffy stick hit him on the head, making him fall down with an 'ah'.

Ning Zhiyuan breathed a sigh of relief, took out his mobile phone and planned to call the police, but the girl said, "That, I have already secretly sent a text message to the family to call the police." The voice sounded a little shaky, but it was beautiful, "Thank you so much just now, otherwise"

"Long Yuexin?" Ning Zhiyuan frowned and said, originally there were still some doubts, but now it is completely certain.

Inexplicably, he said angrily, "Why are you a girl running here in the middle of the night?" Tonight's self-study hasn't come yet, do you think you're great if you study well? "I thought in my heart that the bag in this girl's hand should be Hermes, right? Will you be able to save this money in your life?

Long Yuexin is the student in the class led by Ning Zhiyuan, and she is the most mysterious one, this girl doesn't seem to study much, but her grades are really speechless, she is the first in the school every time, so that Ning Zhiyuan, the head teacher, has nowhere to go.

He's really angry right now.

"Are you my teacher?" Long Yuexin said uncertainly, but she didn't get angry, after all, someone else had just saved herself.

Quack Quack ~~~~

Ning Zhiyuan felt that he was going to faint, was his sense of existence so low? It's a well-known university

Suddenly, a heart-piercing pain struck, making the expression on Ning Zhiyuan's face instantly freeze, he felt that his body was about to crack, and he realized that he had been stabbed by someone else.

"Die." There was a sneering voice behind him, it was the gangster who had just fallen to the ground.

"You're going to die." Turning around with some difficulty, Ning Zhiyuan slammed a stick towards the gangster's head, and the gangster fell to the ground again.

And Ning Zhiyuan also fell down with all his strength.

Are you going to die? He thought a little sad in his heart, his consciousness was a little blurred, he was stabbed to death by a madman? "I haven't saved enough money to buy that bag."

"Teacher Ning, Teacher Ning, are you okay?" In the dark, Long Yuexin, who witnessed all this, turned pale, and hurriedly squatted down, saying with a crying tone in her tone.

"So you still know me." Ning Zhiyuan squeezed out a smile and said a little weakly.

"I know you, how can I not know you, you are my favorite teacher, I just said that on purpose."

"It's okay to cry, why are you crying," Ning Zhiyuan continued intermittently, "I want to ask you, how much does your bag cost." ”

Long Yuexin listened, her crying stopped, and she looked at Ning Zhiyuan with a strange face, looking at the teacher as if she was really fine? But he still replied weakly, "Chanel Z, two thousand and two hundred and twenty eighteen, teacher, are you okay?" ”

No one has answered her words anymore.