Mo Ci's hand left in a moment, and the warm touch quickly dissipated.

Song Du nodded, withdrew his hand, and unconsciously rubbed his hand on the white sweater, Mo Ci noticed her movements, a hint of playfulness flashed in his eyes, and he didn't speak, and took Song Du to the wide desk.

"Teacher Song, feel free~"

Mo Ci said with a smile, but there was no movement in his hand, the desk was very clean, just a computer, and a schoolbag was placed in the corner of the table at will, and there was no book on the table.

Song Du was silent for a moment, then took out the test paper he had prepared from his bag and put it on the desk.

"You make a set of rolls first, and I'll see how you go."

"Tsk~"

Mo Ci saw Song Du's movements, sat down on his ergonomic chair with a ruffian, and said nonchalantly,

"Okay, Mr. Song, you don't care about me, I don't care about you, let's get along and get through this time, how about it? How good is that you make money and don't have to work hard? ”

Mo Ci sat lazily on the chair, stretched his long legs straight forward, and almost swept to Song Du who was standing in front of him, Song Du took a step back, Mo Ci put forward his request without care, and looked like he was sure of victory, it seems that he has not done this kind of thing.

Song Du frowned when she heard his words, of course she would not agree, and the money had to be earned with peace of mind.

"It's not good, you have to do things when you collect money, this is my principle! Mo Ci, as far as I know, if you don't go to class well, you won't be able to get out of the door of this room..."

Song Du mentioned what he had just heard from Wu's mother, trying to play a role in front of Mo Ci.

"It's not the first time, besides, I can't get out of class, Teacher Song, don't you know, I was locked up at home because the school was suspended."

Mo Ci spread his hands nonchalantly, he seemed to have become accustomed to this kind of thing.

Mo Ci will be locked up in the room if he commits a crime, and the network will be cut off, it is said that it is to make him reflect well, and Wu Ma will send him water and food from time to time.

Isn't it just locked up? The longest record he had was locked up in the room for half a month, and he forgot what the last reason was, so Ms. Li was merciful and let him out.

Now, it has only been closed for two days, and Mo Ci is very calm.

Song Du naturally heard about his suspension from the intermediary, otherwise he would not have made an appointment to try out the class on Friday, but she didn't expect Mo Ci to take the initiative to mention this matter.

"Why were you suspended?"

Since he took the initiative to mention it, Song Du no longer covered it up, pulled the chair on the side, and Shi Shiran sat opposite Mo Ci and asked calmly.

"What else could it be? Fights and brawls, Teacher Song looks like he has been a good student since he was a child, so he shouldn't know this, right? ”

The corners of Mo Ci's lips hooked up with a smile, and his eyes were playful.

"Why fights? Didn't you say you were a victim? To be precise, the situation at that time was not a fight, it was self-preservation, but those people were really rubbish, weren't they? Don't quit classmate. ”

Song Du's words were amazing, the banter in Mo Ci's eyes and the smile on the corners of his lips froze, and then slowly calmed down.

In fact, Song Du didn't recognize it at first, after all, the light was not good that night, and Song Du wore a hat, and he didn't look up the whole time, so he didn't know who the young man was that day.

It wasn't until he waved his hand just now that Song Du suddenly noticed the scab scar on the back of his hand, which was very consistent with the injury of the young man that night, plus he just said that the fight was exactly what happened two days ago, how could there be so many coincidences?

"You..."

Mo Ci opened her mouth, but she didn't say a word, Song Du didn't care, she continued to speak,

"I was an eyewitness that day, and I heard what they said, it seems that you were targeted by those people because you helped other people, so you are a person who has done good deeds, you don't deserve such punishment, do you need me to help you testify?"

Song Du was present that day and understood the situation, obviously Mo Ci helped others, and as a result, he cut off the financial path of those people, so he got into this kind of thing, and the appearance of those people was not correct at first glance, Mo Ci This is considered to be a pleasure in helping others, why was he suspended by the school? Song Du didn't understand, didn't he explain it to the school? Or do you not understand the explanation?

"Teacher Song, Song Du, your name is Song Du, right, you are so interesting, you are actually the first person to believe in me."

Mo Ci couldn't help but laugh out loud when he heard Song Du's words, his face was careless, and his beautiful eyes were staring at Song Du.

"Because no one believes you, you don't explain, and they slander you and punish you, right?"

Song Du frowned, she was very clear about this matter, in front of people who didn't believe in her, no matter how she explained, she couldn't prove her innocence, because their distrust had already sentenced you to death.

Song Du knew very well, because she had also experienced it, her grandmother died not long after she was in junior high school, so no one could protect her anymore, and the family suddenly lost two hundred yuan, at that time, two hundred yuan was a very large amount, and the family rummaged through it, and her parents thought that Song Du stole it, no matter how she explained it, it was useless, and after being beaten hard, Song Du knelt on the balcony for a whole night, feeling that he was almost going to die.

As a result, the money was found the next day, it was the young Song Jialing who was greedy for fun and stuffed the money into the crack of the table, he was protected by his family when he was young, I didn't know that my sister was beaten because of this, and I remembered it when I had fun the next day.

Song Du still remembered that when his parents took the 200 yuan, smiled and praised Song Jialing for being smart, knelt next to him all night, and was punished for a day and was not allowed to eat Song Du, who was already shaky, they just said nonchalantly, "I said it wasn't you earlier."

Song Du's last bit of pass-through in her eyes that day was also extinguished, she had already said countless times that it wasn't her, but no one believed it.

From that day on, Song Du knew that she didn't have to talk much in the face of people who didn't believe in her, they wouldn't believe you anyway, and at the same time she also began to realize that she couldn't stay in this home, and planned how to leave early, but she didn't expect that Song Du, who is now almost twenty-five years old, still couldn't get out of the family that made her miserable.

Staring at Song Du's serious eyes, Mo Ci couldn't hold back the scattered smile on his face, he twisted his face expressionlessly, stopped looking at Song Du, and said lightly,

"There's no need to explain, sir, I don't care about those stupid B's opinions, and I don't care how I am spread outside, it doesn't matter, there is still half a year, just mix it up."

"Do you really not care?"

Song Du suddenly spoke, she clearly saw the loneliness in Mo Ci's eyes just now.

"Okay, Teacher Song, aren't you here for class? Let's go. ”

Mo Ci changed the topic, and Song Du also cooperated with him not to mention it again, but silently wrote it down in his heart.

"Well, you take out your book, I'll look at the content of your class, and then this paper, you do it, the time is an hour, the make-up time is counted from now on, and the time just now should be given to you."

Song Du opened his mouth officially, and pointed to the test paper on the table with an expressionless face.

"Books? I don't have that stuff here. ”

Mo Ci returned to his cynical appearance, and pretended to spread his hands helplessly.

"And what's in your bag?"

Song Du pointed to the black schoolbag at the corner of the table.

"Empty bag, you've seen that school bully who will memorize books and skip class, by the way, you don't know, they call our school bully behind their backs, because they will fight and skip class and don't listen to discipline."

Mo Ci's long legs glared, the chair slid close to Song Du, he spoke confidently, the corners of Song Du's mouth twitched slightly,

How can he look confident, is it something to be proud of being a school bully?

"Oh, then you make the rolls first."

Song Du had a cold face and spoke lightly.

"But I don't have a pen, Mr. Song~"

Don't excuse herself as an embarrassed mouth, Song Du clearly saw the smile in his eyes, she closed her eyes, stood up and took out a beige pencil case from her bag and put it on the table.

"It's full of pens, black pens, red pens, blue pens, green pens, highlighters, you name it."

“... All right. ”

Mo Ci glanced at Song Du, opened her pencil case, took out a black pen from it and began to answer the question.

At first, it was okay for ten minutes, barely wrote two questions, and then began to wander around the world, turning around with a pen, the volume was cleaner than his face, Song Du kept staring at him, and finally couldn't bear to knock on the table, reminding coldly,

"Do the question!"

"Teacher Song, are you hungry? Thirsty or not? Is there anything you'd like to eat? ”

Song Du said two words, Mo Ci asked a lot, and then before Song Du could answer, he picked up the phone on the table,

"Mother Wu, send some fruit or something!"

I don't know what was said over there, Mo Ci continued to speak with a hippie smile,

"We're in class! You can't let Teacher Song go to class with his throat dry, hurry up! ”

Mo Ci put down the phone, with a triumphant smile on his face, Song Du was very helpless.

Unexpectedly, within a few minutes, the door was really knocked, Mo Ci glanced at Song Du, put down his pen and walked to the door, and said loudly outside,

"Mother Wu, I'm really studying, half of the paper is written, hurry up!"

So, Song Du was shocked to see a square hole appear in the sturdy gate, and a tray with a fruit bowl and a water cup was handed in, Mo Ci naturally bent down and turned the tray, and the hole was closed again.

Mo Ci didn't care about reaching out and picking up a piece of apple and stuffing it into his mouth, and walked to Song Du with a tray.

"Now, Teacher Song, eat some fruit."

As he spoke, he put the tray in front of Song Du and sat back in his original position with his water cup.

"You... This hole..."

Song Du was a little surprised, his slender finger pointed at Mo Ci, and then pointed to the hole in the door,

"Yes, there is a bed and a bathroom in it, but I can't stop eating and drinking in the house, that mouth is opened for me, the same style in prison, I haven't seen it!"

Mo Ci seemed a little proud, but Song Du saw a touch of pain in his eyes, she pursed her lips, picked up the pen and handed it to Mo Ci,

"Do it quickly, don't think you can escape!"

"Wow, you're so ruthless as a teacher!"

Mo Ci sighed slightly, but still took the pen and continued to fight against the test papers written all over the sky.

Song Du unconsciously looked at Mo Ci's room, and suddenly realized that this seemed to be a gorgeous cage, trapping Mo Ci, a living teenager, in it, she sighed slightly in her heart and withdrew her gaze.