Song Fusheng ignored Zhuang Zhou, he walked aside alone and took out his mobile phone to call Song Zhaoshui.

He was going to ask him what that meant.

Why is this person always so capricious.

He didn't remember that the agreement between them included a transfer.

The call was quickly picked up. One can't help but think that the other party is waiting for his call. It looks like he's in control.

Thinking of this, Song Fusheng was even more displeased.

"Dad. What do you mean?! Song Fusheng directly questioned Song Zhaoshui. There was anger in his tone.

"Didn't your teacher make it clear to you? I made it very clear to them. Song Zhaoshui said.

"I did well in school, why should I transfer schools?" Song Fusheng was puzzled and didn't want to understand. But he had to know why.

"Because I want you to transfer schools. As I've said before, transferring schools can improve your resilience. A person with strong ability can live anywhere. Got it? Song Zhaoshui said.

"It's ridiculous. I don't need to transfer schools to prove my ability. Song Fusheng remembered that he had grown so big and had been constantly transferring schools. It's annoying to think about. In short, it keeps changing. It's finally settled, and with familiar friends, I'm going to leave soon. It's a really bad feeling.

"Okay. Since you don't want to accept this reason, then I'll tell you that it's really just a façade. I don't think there's any benefit for you to be in Zilin No. 1 Middle School right now, so I want you to go to Belvedere High School. The formalities over there have been completed, and you can go at any time. ”

"Then tell me what are the benefits of going to Belvedere High School?"

"You'll know if you go. For now, all I can tell you is that I would be glad you went to school there. ”

"......" is simply unreasonable. Song Fu was so angry that he didn't know what to say. His dad was really an authoritarian through and through.

"Alright. You know the answer now. Let's go tomorrow. Song Zhaoshui said.

"I'm not going!"

"You should be grateful to me. After all, I'll let your best friend come with you. ”

"Why do you help Zhuang Zhou to call the shots! Who do you think you are? ”

"I think the key thing you should care about is that your Uncle Zhuang agreed to this matter in one bite."

"Anyway, we're not going to Belvedere!" Song Fusheng immediately hung up the phone after saying this.

He was about to call Zhuang Zhou, but he saw Zhuang Zhou looking at him all the time.

Looks like he's heard it all.

"What do you think?" So he didn't ask him what he had heard. Ask him directly for answers.

"I still think it's weird. Didn't your dad always want you to graduate here and then go to college here? How can you change your face faster than the weather? ”

"He's always been like that. Whatever comes to mind is what comes to mind. ”

"For no other reason?"

"Sometimes he doesn't need a reason at all. He only needs one person to be able to obey his orders and be at his mercy. ”

“……”

Since Song Fusheng thinks so, then Zhuang Zhou also hopes that the truth is like this. He had other doubts in his heart - was it really just Uncle Song's whim? Is he so boring? And he really didn't believe that his father would follow Song Zhaoshui to hang out. Isn't that naïve?

Zhuang Zhou quickly sent a text message to his father.

Waited a minute and didn't receive a reply.

Zhuang Zhou is not in a hurry, anyway, he will definitely reply to him today.

*

The four of them happened to meet in the stairwell.

Song Fusheng and Zhuang Zhou went upstairs, and as soon as they walked to the second floor, they saw Shen Qingjia and Shi Xue carrying their desks and walking cautiously towards the toilet. There were onlookers in the hallway, but no one stepped forward to help. Everyone was pointing fingers.

Song Fusheng rushed forward with an arrow step, and Zhuang Zhou immediately followed. The two of them stopped Shen Qingjia and them.

Seeing Song Fusheng appear, Shen Qingjia was very surprised, remembering that he said that he might leave first if he had something to do today. Originally, she thought he was gone. "Song Fusheng, you're still in school." Shen Qingjia said that she only mentioned what happened just now. It's just that Song Fusheng won't turn a blind eye, otherwise he wouldn't appear here.

Zhuang Zhou checked around and saw blood on the table. He frowned, guessing in his heart what might have happened.

"What's going on?" Song Fusheng also saw the blood stains on the table. But I don't know what kind of blood it is. But he guessed it wasn't red ink or red paint. "Do you hurt your hands?" Seeing that Shen Qingjia didn't answer himself, Song Fusheng immediately asked again, and pulled up Shen Qingjia's left hand to check it, it was very good, no wound was found, and then he picked up her right hand and looked at it, perfect, unharmed. After this was determined, his heart fell completely.

Everyone watched, Song Fusheng took such good care of Shen Qingjia, which naturally caused a large wave of envy, jealousy and hatred. But because Song Fusheng and Zhuang Zhou were both on the scene. Therefore, those onlookers did not dare to say anything bad about Shen Qingjia except for the screams of Ke Jin. Especially after they looked at that photo, they felt even more unbalanced. Song Fusheng was so good to her, it was really shameful and hateful that she would do such a thing. The anger that couldn't be vented in front of Song Fusheng could only be doubled on the two of them.

Shen Qingjia's face flushed slightly. Although she was accustomed to Song Fusheng's inadvertent care of her, in such a large public, or at school, when everyone knew each other, her heart was really very uneasy.

No one should have seen her thoughts.

Her eyes, which have never left Song Fusheng, are full of liking for him, and the friendship has not been revealed.

"It's fine." Shi Xue preemptively answered.

Shi Xue thought that after she finished speaking, Shen Qingjia would not talk about it again. But she was wrong, Shen Qingjia didn't mean to calm things down. She was not going to condone the incident.

Shen Qingjia said to Song Fusheng: "Someone played a prank and threw dead mice into the snow drawer. The table is dirty, so let's go wash it. ”

Hearing Shen Qingjia say this, Song Fusheng glanced at the dirty table again. From the top of the table, the table was riddled with holes - not that it was rotten, of course, but that the top was scratched by blades. As if to hide something. Maybe someone carved the words on the tabletop and then it was scraped flat by a knife.

It's tragic.

"I don't want this table. You can go to your teacher and get a new one. Song Fusheng couldn't imagine that they could use it after cleaning, wasn't he worried about bacteria. It's so dirty.

"The teacher will definitely not agree." Shi Xue whispered.

"I'll help you ask." Song Fusheng said.

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