"It's fake, isn't it?"

I looked at it for a while, and suddenly said with a wry smile.

The names of the 6×4 matrices arranged neatly are shocking, but they are still too serious to be true.

"Well, that's how it should be."

There are 25 people in the class, and all of the names that appear in the class roster can be found in the class roster.

And the only name that doesn't appear is me, perhaps because of my role as a representative of the math class, and I am not present in this matrix, although the fonts are different but neatly arranged.

Therefore, everyone else is included, and Li Xinmu's name should also be among them without repeating.

It gives me a sense of reassurance.

When I looked at the less exaggerated piece of paper again, I did find the name. Li Xinmu wrote these three words on it in the handwriting I have seen countless times, but I didn't think so.

This is not a stupid move that Li Xinmu would do.

Who, exactly?

I was very interested in this question, and at the same time I was very uncomfortable with this kind of thing that happened to a math teacher.

"What should I do?"

I asked Mr. Yuwen about getting an answer that would help me make a decision.

What I expected was the sentence "No publicity for the time being", but then what sent chills down my spine was the order that suddenly changed its tone.

"Find him and punish him."

After I closed the door and left, I still felt the sound lingering in my ears.

Judging by the current facts, there should be someone who is biased against the math teacher. This piece of paper with names written on it may not represent the meaning of the whole class, but there must have been someone, or a few people, who did this kind of thing.

But how do you find it?

If it's a person, it's okay to say, just check one by one, even if the impact is not good, you can get the answer you want.

If there are two or more people, it is easy to find all of them.

And even if this kind of saturation investigation is launched, it is not good, and the impact of such panic cannot be ignored.

"What should I do?"

I hinted at it a little while I was having lunch with Li Xinmu, and even if it was very vague, I made a guess that was very close to the truth.

It gave me an embarrassment of not being clothed.

Her purple pupils reflected a calm and steady gaze, which was completely different from the other impression I had in my eyes before.

In the days before, her performance began to drift away from the initial impression of calmness. In the past, I thought that Li Xinmu was really so indifferent, but I used that beautiful smile to deny my original judgment.

It's also a person who can smile so brightly.

And now I know that I thought it was too simple, her cold tone did not conflict with her smile, and now she would not make me feel lively if she laughed.

A little tired gaze, silent in the miserable midday sun outside the window.

She didn't seem to react in any particular way.

"Who is it?"

Extremely interested in the initiator, I know, she's just interested in this person.

Pure individual, this is the fact she wants to pursue.

As for what happened, maybe I'm the only one who is so worried. Actually, I'm quite interested in personally, but I can't let go of the impact of this incident beyond that. Or the consequences, after this exchange, I didn't get any useful ideas or explanations.

I think it's a bit of a waste of time.

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At the beginning, the investigation was clueless, looking at the different faces of everyone in the class, there was always the same sense of déjà vu, and everyone was suspicious. But I'm also amused by the feeling, maybe I'm the one who lost the axe.

As soon as I found the axe, or at least saw its shadow, the feeling disappeared in an instant.

"Chen Banwu, the first prize of hard pen calligraphy, or is it municipal?"

"Huh? What's wrong? ”

When I was looking through the student information, I saw a self-introduction of this shy boy, which was an electronic version for filing, registered on the student platform.

"I love calligraphy." On it is written such a sentence.

However, in this place, most people will brag about themselves as much as possible, so the credibility is both very high and not very real.

But when I went to check, the glowing computer screen illuminated my face in the dimness, and the shy face in my sight challenged my conjecture and seemed to confirm my fears.

In this case, it may be possible to imitate handwriting.

"You wrote that?"

"What?"

"I said, you wrote, those signatures?"

There was obviously a pause, and the conversation seemed to stand still with the result of my victory.

"What, what's wrong?"

"Don't you know?"

Perhaps this victory is still a long way off.

"I've written the list, but I don't know why."

Really?

"What about the specifics?"

There seems to be a further clue in this regard, and if you dig like this, you may not be able to do so.

Maybe there's a chance to grab that thing I want to find.

Stopped him alone after school, this shy boy named Chen Banwu, please forgive me for using the word shy three times, but I really can't think of any other adjective. Although there may be an alternative, the emotional deviation made me still choose shyness as a modification.

It gives people the impression that they don't talk much, no, they don't talk very happily.

There are still some words, but the feeling that people really feel that "this is someone worth talking about" is always faint.

My voice seemed to be weak, and I stopped softly, and he listened to me without questioning. I didn't pull it all out at first, although in the end I didn't say the most important thing.

I thought I had found some obvious clue, and it seemed like an easy way to solve the problem.

But it doesn't seem to be, after I asked, the puzzled look on Chen Banwu's face and the performance of thinking were so real, which made me question my thoughts a little. This little seed of unconfidence grew bigger and bigger in the conversation that followed, and finally completely swallowed my thoughts.

I have to admit that I was naïve.

The most valuable clue I got was that someone asked Chen Banwu, and when I asked why, a hint of Caton told me that it didn't seem that simple. Even though I wanted to keep asking, reason told me I had to wait. Sometimes time is the best lie detector.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm sorry."

I smiled goodbye to him, then crossed out his name in my notebook, closed it, and pondered.

But after a few seconds, I suddenly opened the notebook and wrote the name I had just crossed out next to it again.

Oh, naïve.