He Ru didn't show up at school for the past two days, and the teacher didn't give us any explanation about this. Many classmates were secretly speculating about why He Ru didn't come, but I didn't have any interest in it, neither participated in the discussion of this matter, nor did I ask Fu Chengwen what happened to her? As for Fu Chengwen, although he said that he and He Ru resolutely broke up, he did the aftermath work of He Ru, but he did it well, and he took care of all aspects very carefully. The truth about that party was almost locked in our class by Fu Chengwen's own efforts. For others, that truth became an eternal mystery.

As for our homeroom teacher, it's like I don't exist, and when I meet him, I don't see it, and he never asks me to come up and answer questions, let alone tutor alone, which is simply impossible. Of course, I could see that she was left to fend for herself, but I didn't care about it at all. Anyway, the subject she taught was the same for me whether I learned it or not, if it weren't for Fu Chengwen and Cao Yunxiao who had been urging me to study, I am afraid that I would have given up this subject completely.

Oh, by the way, there's one more thing I forgot to mention. After that, I went to my Chinese teacher and apologized to her seriously.

Before I went, I thought that the Chinese teacher would criticize and educate me, or ignore me like our homeroom teacher, and then refuse to associate with me from now on.

But to my surprise, the Chinese teacher didn't do what I thought. He didn't say anything to me, and when I was done apologizing, she just opened the drawer, took out a handwritten bookmark for me, and let me go back.

Although my Chinese teacher is a girl with a small grade, there are many things I admire about her, especially her good handwriting, which is really strong and powerful, sharp and very personal. I don't think I could write such beautiful words even if I put her hand on mine. And she never writes easily and gives it away, and as far as I've seen, she's refused to write several times when her colleagues ask her to write. Now that she's bookmarked me, it's proof that he's no longer angry with me.

It's a thankful thing to wait for me, but after I got the bookmark, I looked at the contents of the bookmark and felt a burning face.

I saw a line of small words written in gold ink on the bookmark of plain water:

"Tianxingjian, a gentleman is self-reliant."

I can understand what the Chinese teacher did, and I know that although she forgave me, she still felt that there was something wrong with what I had done during this time. I was too embarrassed to explain anything to her, so I took the bookmark and left her office.

After that, the school's dean of education also called me to the office and explained to me the end result of the incident related to Horu.

My attitude towards this was that I just had to prove that I didn't do it, and I didn't care about anything else, so when the dean told me they didn't think I did it and they didn't know who did it, I didn't feel surprised at all.

It's normal, when I investigated Gao Yi earlier, I knew that the power with He Rujia was relatively large, and it was too easy to settle this matter. I don't have the heart to investigate this matter clearly, because after all, this incident didn't happen to me, and to be honest, it has nothing to do with me, and it's useless for me to care so much.

By the time everything was more or less settled, the semester was halfway over. After the second monthly exam, we started to prepare for the mid-term exam non-stop.

My grades in other subjects were relatively stable, and there was no deviation from the subject, except for chemistry, which was really bad to the point that even I couldn't accept it. When there was really no way, my mother enrolled me in an after-school class and asked me to make up for it on the weekends. I myself know that my grades are poor. There was no way to refuse, so I had to sacrifice my weekend rest to take this pathetic chemistry class.

Because Fu Chengwen's extracurricular class is an improvement class, I can't go to this kind of grade at all, so on Sunday, the two of us need to act separately. This was the first time I had gone to an extracurricular class on my own, so on the first day, I was somewhat resistant. I always felt that it was not a good thing for you to do this, and soon my hunch came true.

Sure enough, it's really not a good thing to go to an extracurricular class alone, because on the way to school, I met He Ru, who hadn't come to class for a long time, and behind her, there were several big men.

I can fight or fight, it's like this, it's no problem for me to fight twenty by myself, but these people next to her, any one size is almost enough to fit two me, just one is enough for me, let alone several, so I didn't even have a chance to resist, so I was stuffed into the car by them with their hands and feet.

They didn't tie me up, they didn't put my mouth shut. In fact, if I had the courage to open the door, I could have jumped out of the car and escaped, but I didn't have the courage to give up this idea without hesitation, fearing that the car that would catch me up and kill me, so I honestly sat in the back seat of the car, trying to wait until they had put me down from the car and then look for a way to escape.

Seeing the car driving all the way to a very desolate place in the suburbs, I kept wondering why there was no one around me like Dr. Conan, who could make us all kinds of small and delicate equipment. If I had a tranquilizer gun watch like Conan, or a badge that could be used for intercom, or some kind of tracker, then I wouldn't be scared at all, just sit back and wait for them to come and save me. But now I have nothing but a school bag, and I have nothing else, which makes me can't help but be afraid.

However, I naturally can't show this kind of fear, especially in front of He Ru, and it is even more impossible for me to tolerate myself showing a little timidity. So to calm myself down. I kept hitting my legs with my fists, and it was only after I felt like my legs were turning purple that we reached our destination.

An old factory.

Desolate and miserable.

It's really perfect for crime. Take a hundred plating to read the latest chapter of "A Paper into a Book, a Thought into a Written Claw Book House" for the first time.