Wei Xiaofeng glanced at the phone screen suspiciously, thinking that it was a problem with his mobile phone that caused this voice to stop before it could be played. So she clicked and played it again.

This time she covered her head under the quilt and turned up the volume of her phone, listening carefully while staring at the changing voice symbols on the screen.

The result was still the same, Qu Huanting's voice stopped abruptly when she said "there is still last Saturday". Wei Xiaofeng understood that this was caused by Qu Huanting knowing that she was speechless and suddenly let go of the phone holding down the screen. In other words, under Wei Xiaofeng's indiscriminate lure, Qu Huanting inadvertently touched the boundary line of Wu Qintong's suicide. This made Wei Xiaofeng's heart feel a trace of excitement and excitement.

Obviously, Qu Huanting was taken care of by the school and remained silent about Wu Qintong's suicide, and she didn't know that Wei Xiaofeng, who was talking to her on WeChat across the phone, actually knew the fact that Wu Qintong committed suicide last Saturday, not a transfer school. So Qu Huanting, who realized that she was crossing the line, hurriedly released the button to continue talking, and swallowed the words that were about to blurt out back into her stomach.

Just when Wei Xiaofeng was thinking about whether he needed to continue to ask about the part that Qu Huanting stopped abruptly, the other party sent a slightly flustered WeChat: "It's not early, I still have to prepare for class." You should go to bed early, too. Good night! ”

Wei Xiaofeng understood that asking questions at this time would be futile and even self-defeating, so after simply replying with the two words "good night", he collected the abruptly stopped voice that Qu Huanting had just sent, and planned to forward it to Wu Yun early tomorrow morning.

Then, she locked her phone, silently said goodnight to herself, and closed her eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, what appeared in front of Wei Xiaofeng's eyes was a swarthy face, with a pair of big fluttering eyes staring at her tightly. Wei Xiaofeng's whole body trembled with shock, and the sleepiness that was still hovering around his brain and ready to kill back at any time was suddenly bounced out of the clouds. After seeing the owner of the face clearly, Xiao Feng complained angrily: "Xiaoxue, what are you doing?" Scared the hell out of me. ”

Chen Xueqi grinned, wanting to pretend to be innocent, but no matter how she looked at it, it looked like she had succeeded in her prank, and said, "Am I so terrible again?" ”

"Nonsense." Wei Xiaofeng's eyes turned white and couldn't fully open them, and said, "One day I asked a black sister to put her face in front of your eyes while you were asleep, and when you woke up, you suddenly saw that face, see if you are afraid?" "The S City Engineering University has a 2+2 cooperation program with a French university, so there are many exchange places for each other every year, and foreign exchange students can often be seen in the college.

"Am I that dark?" Chen Xueqi touched her face and asked with a pout.

"It's scary anyway." Wei Xiaofeng pushed her body away from him with his hand, stretched and sat up from the bed. At this time, looking through the floor-to-ceiling window glass of the balcony, Zhang Yueyue and Wang Miaomiao were washing, Zhuang Han was still folding the quilt on the bed, and Yu Xiaoyu was not in sight, probably in the toilet. She looked at the time on her phone, and then asked Chen Xueqi curiously, "Why did you get up so early today?" Aren't you usually the last to get up? ”

"Because I've set myself a daily now." Chen Xueqi leaned her head in front of Wei Xiaofeng again, and said with a smile, "It's to get up earlier than you every day, and then wait for you to wake up." ”

Wei Xiaofeng asked suspiciously while getting dressed, "Why?" What are you doing when I wake up? ”

Chen Xueqi's face came closer. "Of course, I asked you if you had a prophetic dream before you woke up? I'm going to ask before you forget, and I'll write it down for you. ”

"Uh......" Wei Xiaofeng didn't know how to answer, and pulled the coat covering the quilt, "Xiaoxue, let me go, you are pressing my clothes." ”

"Oh." Chen Xueqi obediently raised her buttocks, but her head was still within five centimeters of Xiao Feng's face, "Did you dream of any accidents before you woke up, accidents and other scenes?" ”

Wei Xiaofeng put on his coat, kicked off the quilt and prepared to put on his trousers, and said without hesitation: "No." ”

Chen Xueqi's disappointed expression was very exaggerated on her face. "Huh? You can't have forgotten it, right? ”

"Nope." Wei Xiaofeng said while putting on his pants, "When I had those two prophetic dreams before, although I couldn't remember what I dreamed when I woke up, I still had the impression of having a dream. When I woke up today, I didn't feel like I had a dream. ”

"I see." Chen Xueqi relaxed, stood up, and smiled at her, "Today's guard is lifted, and tomorrow will continue, hehe!" ”

Wei Xiaofeng sighed helplessly in his heart, and after finding the shoes placed next to the bed and putting them on, he stood up and began to make the bed.

Wednesday, like Monday, is the day with the most classes, with a full schedule in the morning and two in the afternoon (Wednesday is one or two in the afternoon, and Monday is three or four in the afternoon). When the six girls in dormitory 418 arrived at the classroom after breakfast, there were still 20 minutes before class, and there were few people in the classroom. In the middle and back of the innermost row of the classroom, Zhu Jie and Liu Yi were already sitting side by side, both holding a novel and reading it with relish. As if sensing someone entering the classroom, they looked up and smiled at the six girls. The six girls all returned a polite smile, and Zhang Yueyue and Yu Xiaoyu's smiles had other meanings. They chose the middle six seats next to Zhu Jie and sat down, and then Zhang Yueyue ran to the seat in front of Zhu Jie and chatted with her boyfriend.

Chen Xueqi, who was doing a good thing, poked Yu Xiaoyu's weakness with her elbow, and said with a wicked smile: "Xiaoyu, aren't you going with Yueyue?" ”

Yu Xiaoyu's face instantly turned black and red, and he pretended to be calm and said, "Don't bother. ”

The sisters in the dormitory knew that the layer of window paper between her and Liu Yi had not been pierced yet, so they stopped at the point, but they were too ridiculous.

Wei Xiaofeng intentionally or unintentionally glanced at Liu Yi, who was bowing his head and wandering between the lines, I have to say that Liu Yi is a little rounded, and he looks quite handsome, especially the high nose bridge, which adds a clear edge to his round face. Turning his head to look at Yu Xiaoyu in shame, Wei Xiaofeng hoped that the two could be together.

After thinking about such a thought, Wei Xiaofeng opened the bag, took out the marketing textbook to be taken later, and put it on the table, then took out his mobile phone and forwarded the last voice sent by Qu Huanting, who was collected last night, to Wu Yun. She estimated that Wu Yun might still be asleep, so she put away her mobile phone and began to open the textbook to preview.

Just when class was about to start and the classroom was almost full, Xiao Feng felt the mobile phone in his pocket tremble. She took it out and looked at it, it was Wu Yun who sent a reply to WeChat.

"What did you send this early in the morning?" This was followed by a questioning expression.

Wei Xiaofeng glanced at the tall and thin middle-aged male lecturer who walked into the classroom, bowed his head and replied, "Have you heard of it?" ”

"Not yet, just woke up."

"Listen to that." At this time, the class bell rang just in time.

The tall and thin male lecturer looked around the classroom, obviously very satisfied with the attendance rate, but still lowered his head and took out the sign-in form, and said, "Let's take a roll call first, starting from the third class......"

The six girls in the 418 dormitory are from the fourth class of advertising, and the student numbers are 7 to 12, in order of Yu Xiaoyu, Zhang Yueyue, Wei Xiaofeng, Chen Xueqi, Zhuang Han and Wang Miaomiao.

By the time the thirty-seven students in three classes had been counted, two minutes had passed. At this time, Wei Xiaofeng's mobile phone finally came with another message, but she didn't look at it immediately, because the male lecturer was about to ask for her name.

"Zhang Yueyue." "Here."

"Wei Xiaofeng." "Here."

"Chen Xueqi." "Yes." ……

Wei Xiaofeng lowered his head and checked Wu Yun's reply.

"This is the voice that Teacher Qu sent to you, right? She shouldn't have finished speaking, right? What about the latter words? His reaction was almost the same as Xiao Feng at the time, thinking that it was a problem with the mobile phone or the Internet that cut off the following words.

Wei Xiaofeng replied truthfully: "The back is gone, she just stopped talking about it at the time." It should have been that she realized that she had lost her words, so she immediately stopped and didn't continue, right? ”

"In other words, one thing can be very certain now, Wu Qintong's suicide is indeed related to some kind of disharmony in her class."

"Yes. From that voice, it can be heard that Mr. Qu knows about this situation and blames himself for it. Now that we have made her attitude clear, it must not be difficult to ask from her about the contents of the suicide note left by Wu Qintong before her death. ”

"It should be." Wu Yun replied not very surely.

Wei Xiaofeng was a little anxious in his heart, and asked, "Why don't I try to ask her out and meet her in private?" ”

Wu Yun was silent for a long time and did not move, Wei Xiaofeng kept staring at the mobile phone screen, and he couldn't hear what the lecturer on the podium was saying at all.

Five minutes later, Wu Yun finally replied: "Don't rush first. I still have something to do here, so I won't talk to you about it yet. You're supposed to be in class too, right? I'll get back to you later. ”

Wei Xiaofeng was secretly deflated in his heart, but he had to reply helplessly, "Okay". She knew that Wu Yun had more experience and experience than her in terms of proportionality in this kind of thing, and she was afraid that she would be too eager to achieve it and be self-defeating. Putting away her phone, she turned her attention back to class.

After the two marketing classes, the 74 students of the third and fourth classes of advertising moved to the computer room, followed by two computer classes, learning the application of vector software. Wu Yun didn't reply all morning, until there were ten minutes before the end of the fourth class, Wu Yun finally sent another WeChat: "Wu Qintong's mother Wu Xiujiang's whereabouts are estimated to be missing, she was arranged to leave S City, right?" ”

"What then?" Wei Xiaofeng replied with a frown.

"Send me Mr. Qu's number."