Here Lies The Wicked

When I saw Officer WeChat, now in the group,

Hiss!

The suction port is cooled and suddenly the back gutter feels very sour and cold.

However, WeChat, Officer Wei, has been quiet. Fang was just thinking that Officer Wei, whom Zhang Yiwen had mentioned earlier, had a task and was released.

I hear that if there is a special assignment, you will be asked to cut off all contact with the outside world, including handing over your private phone.

Fang had just seen a news story, a people's police officer loyal to his post, loyal to his duties, but not even the last side of his father, because of special operations, the family could not reach him. And finally, in order to keep the personal information of the police secure, the whole society does not know the name of the people's police, only that the hero of the silent guardians called the people's police has dedicated his life to a respected position.

Seeing that Officer Wei has no news of WeChat, Fang is also relieved.

What he's most heartless about now is meeting Officer Wei.

“Fang Zheng, what is your hobby? ”

“What kind of fruit do you like? ”

“What kind of girl do you like? ”

“Do you like older, mature, or tall, silent girls like my cousin? ”

……

The more we talk, the worse it feels.

His smartphone kept trembling, and WeChat kept getting new information prompts. Obviously, he met Zhang Yiwen face-to-face, but Zhang Yiwen across the street sent messages in a group of only three people.

And ask the question, one more odd than the other.

Is this the unique smell of the book rolls on the teachers? You never have to say beep to chat in words? The square door dropped a few black lines, in front of Zhang Yiwen, just a few centimeters away, embarrassed to reply in the group: “Teacher Zhang, your conversation style is truly unique and fresh, refreshing. ”

Fang Zheng, can you not say that?

People who don't know, think there are two psychopaths here, they don't communicate face-to-face, they have to take WeChat.

Aren't typists tired?

Severe cell phone control?

Fang decided not to meet with Zhang Yiwen later. He always felt that Officer Wei's cousin was a little insane.

The two of them were facing each other and had to type and chat.

It's not insane. What is it?

Just as Fang was about to leave, Zhang Yiwen wanted to send Fang Zheng. As a result, she stepped on her heels and stacked all kinds of decorative materials on the ground in a messy and cluttered manner. Zhang Yiwen didn't notice one thing. The heel of the high heel just stepped on the corner material of a pv hot sleeping tube. People shouted and fell.

Fang Zhengwen's eyes hurried and held Zhang Yiwen by the waist. This prevented Zhang Yiwen from falling. Then Fang Zhengwen immediately let go of Zhang Yiwen.

Although Zhang Yiwen avoided a hijacking, he took some bitter head. His face was a little pale. It turned out that he had reached his foot, and his right ankle had swelled rapidly.

“Teacher Zhang seems to have reached her feet. I don't think Teacher Zhang can walk for the time being. There is a large pharmacy just outside the district. This Master, help her to go to a large pharmacy outside the district. She will pay for the medicine herself. ”

Fang raised his hand and said to Zhang Yiwen in front of him, expressing surprise at the decorator.

“I?”

A decorator who was receiving the party's attention, looked around, convinced that he was not mistaken, fingered himself, the other party was really talking to himself.

He finally believed a word.

Some people are really single by their strength.

You deserve to be a single dog all your life.

Such a great opportunity to push a beautiful woman out of her mind is either insane or insane.

is giving a positive nod.

Jokes.

This teacher Zhang, despite his good temperament, has long been regarded by the parties as mentally insane.

It's too late to get away, there's no place to keep jumping into the fire pit.

”After receiving a positive reply from Fang Zheng Yiwen,

Decoration Master A and B: “…”

Why do they always feel like something's wrong with the painting?

“Don't bother this master, there are elevators in the neighborhood, my feet are not damaged, I can go to the big pharmacy by myself.” Zhang Yiwen smiled politely.

Fang Zheng: “Well, that teacher is careful all the way. ”

Zhang Yiwen: “..."

Her face was dark and she was just polite. I didn't think Fang Zheng would actually give her away.

However, the good news is that Fang Zheng did not really do a great job. He still understood the old and weak women and children, the disabled, and actively bent over for Zhang Yiwen before picking up, risking falling. He had a small pile of exam papers in his hand that had fallen all over the place at the moment.

When Fang was picking up the paper, he picked it up and looked at it randomly. It was a junior high school language paper, which seemed to be a junior high school simulation paper. Nor did he think much about it. Perhaps Zhang teacher worked diligently and did not forget to bring the paper back home for approval.

Zhang Yiwen endured the pain on his feet and also knelt down to pick up the test papers together.

“Hey, Teacher Zhang, are all the students in this birthday photo in your class? These students seem to have spontaneously celebrated Teacher Zhang's birth?” Fang was curious to pick up an eight-inch photograph.

The background in the photograph is a school classroom, looking at the students' smiling faces, you can see that Zhang Yiwen is very popular with the students, it should be the students' spontaneous organization of celebration activities.

Mentioning the students in the photograph, Zhang Yiwen's beautiful face was as white as a crystal ivory, revealing her love for the gods: “They're cute, aren't they? ”

“Teacher Zhang originally brought a graduation class of 48.” Fang was somewhat surprised. Zhang Yiwen was so young to take Junior High School with him.

“Forty-eight? ”

“Aren't there forty-six? ”

Zhang Yiwen looked at Fang Zheng.

Fang Zheng was stunned.

He counted the students in the photograph again, and there were 48 of them.

So Fang was holding the photograph and asked Zhang Yiwen again to confirm it. Zhang Yiwen said very seriously: “There are 46 people in the class. I can't possibly remember the number of my students. ”

Square frowned.

He flips pictures, and in general, a group photograph like this, prints everyone's name on the back. Indeed, the corresponding student name appears on the back of the photo.

The names of the students on the right hand are indeed forty-eight.

Fang Zheng looked serious, pointing to the student name on the back of the photo, and the divine color began to be serious: “Teacher Zhang, how many student names have you seen on the student list? ”

The answer is still 46 people.

Fang was immediately taking it to ask the decorators present, and the answer obtained was forty-six people. Whether it's a name or a person in a photograph, they see 46 people all the time.

Those present, he alone saw 48 people, two more, or... disappeared two of them?