Green Ivy.

Every time X appears, countless people try to hack his computer and track his location.

It's a pity that no one ever succeeded.

Even if Song Li stood up and said that it was her now, he would not believe that X was a high school student like her, and age was her disguise.

With a laugh, Song Li cleaned up the traces, dismantled the assembled temporary computer, threw it into his backpack, and left the bathroom.

Twenty-four classes.

"Hey, why is the video gone?"

Qu Le Zheng didn't know how many times, he was watching the video of Song Li and Zhai Chen's game in the post bar, and suddenly he was stuck, he refreshed it, and found that the video was gone.

"The post is gone!!"

"It's all gone!"

At first, he thought it was his network card, but after searching around, he found that the forum, including the Internet, all the videos about Song Li's game last night were gone.

Cong Tong brushed it and said casually: "You won't be hacked, right?" ”

"Who has nothing to do with this?" Qule is unbelieving.

But the video is really gone, and even the photos in the school post bar forum before Song Li are gone.

Clean as if it had never been seen before.

Song Li stepped on the class bell and walked in from outside, the school uniform that was still open just now, now the zipper was pulled to the top, it was clean, and it looked good.

It's just that the eyebrows and eyes are so delicate that they can't do it, and they don't look like a student.

It seems that he is in a bad mood, and the air pressure around him is very low.

Zhong Xian, who wanted to ask something, didn't dare to ask, and slapped Qu Le on the back of the head: "No, it's gone, class." ”

Qu Le, who suffered from the unjustified disaster, rubbed the back of his head, pursed his lips, and muttered in a low voice: "I have saved the loss." ”

——

School ends at noon.

Seeing that Song Li was sitting still, Zhong Xian cautiously asked again: "Little aunt, my parents want to invite you home for dinner, you see..."

"Not available." Song Li lowered his head and replied to the news, without raising his head.

Zhong Xian: "......"

He didn't dare to say that since Song Li's parents knew about Qingteng's visit, they were afraid that Song Li would be angry and didn't dare to come to Qingteng to disturb her, so he nagged him every day.

Alas, having a powerful little aunt is sometimes a sad thing!

"Ah Li." Tan Beixing appeared at the back door, a pair of apricot eyes shining.

After Song Li replied to the last message, he put away his mobile phone, got up with his bag on his back, walked over, and pinched her face first: "Let's go." ”

There is a small shopping street near the school, which is only a 10-minute walk.

After finding a food stall and sitting down, Song Li first put on headphones and called Shao Kang: "I sent you an email address for the group of illegal car changes and illegal drag racing in Jincheng, whether you are willing to be promoted or not, it depends on yourself." ”

It was too troublesome to block people on the streets at night, she stayed up all night last night and found out all the gangs behind Zhai Chen.

"Ah Li..." When Song Li hung up the phone, Tan Beixing dragged a plastic stool and sat beside her, blinked his eyes, and asked in a low voice: "I heard that Liao Chuncui, an artist from the International Dance Association, is going to Shengjing for an art performance at the end of the month, can I go and see it?" ”

Song Li raised his eyebrows and laughed: "What's so good?" ”

Tan Beixing hugged her arm and coquettishly, and her voice was very soft: "She dances folk dance, I also learn folk dance, I heard that she wants to accept closed disciples, you can take me to see it!" ”

Song Li couldn't stand her the most, and sighed helplessly: "Okay, take you there, eat first." ”

It seems that Shengjing still has to go this time.

——

"Little aunt, big news! Big news! ”

When I returned to school in the afternoon, as soon as I entered the class, the bell strings and music surrounded me, with strange expressions and emotional excitement.

Song Li stretched out a long leg and hooked out of the stool to sit down, looking at the two of them with one hand on his cheek, and his interest was not high: "Speak." ”

Qu Le blurted out: "Zhai Chen was broken by Old Man Zhai's leg!" ”

Song Li's expression paused slightly, and he raised his eyebrows to look at Zhong Xian.

Zhong Xian nodded, his expression was solemn, and he said in a low voice: "In the middle of the night last year, Zhai Chen was arrested by the people sent by Old Man Zhai, and Old Man Zhai woke up in the hospital this morning, and the first thing he did was to break Zhai Chen's leg..."