Trafford’s Trading Club

As soon as he got into the classroom, he heard a few small arguments.

He soon found his place among the many seats and sat down. In front of them are students from different schools, wearing different school uniforms.

Just like him, the people here don't attend school late and the parents are more willing to let their children come here than the dozens of students who attend a late self-study class facing a sitting teacher - perhaps a young teacher.

The experience of retired teachers who have practiced for decades is not gained - parents believe so.

They were discussing the recent Fallen House incidents - because they were said to be students in this remedial class, although they were not in the same classroom.

There are currently five classes of between fifteen and twenty persons in a mentoring class, and it is said that the construction of a sixth class is under way.

Best conditions, best teachers... seems to have first-hand questions. As a result, despite the high tuition costs here, many parents are attracted to it.

“All right, let's get ready for class. Tonight we will analyze the topics in Shandong province that we have just taken this year, pack up your moods, and don't let anything unnecessary affect your moods. Remember, there are lots and lots of uniwood bridges in front of you, lots and lots of bridges, but more people. There may be a hundred people, two hundred people stuck on the bridge with you...”

The old man said he was retired, but his temper didn't seem to converge much. Gu Jiajie looked at the students who had already begun to write their pens and looked at the stage, and he hastily cleaned up his mood.

Among the many remedial classroom teachers here, the old man is the famous' Dark Face '.

But then his phone suddenly shook up. Gu Jiajie glanced carefully at the old teacher on the podium and looked down quickly at his cell phone.

Text message.

“Nine o'clock, old place. ”

……

……

“I'm back. ”

When the door of the house was just opened, he was tidying up the groceries in the house, and saw Ren Ziling walking in uncluttered.

Vice Editor Ren glanced at the living room that had been cleaned up and revealed an ugly smile, then sighed, paralyzed on the couch and waved: “I was going to clean it up before you got back, then... forgot. ”

I was used to this woman being honest and lazy and not saying a word, but poured a glass of warm water and put it in front of Ren Ziling.

“Thanks...” Ren Ziling groaned and suddenly sat up straight on the waistplate, looking at Rochu: “Boy, you sit here. ”

She shot herself next to it.

“Don't sit down. ”

“...” Ren Ziling stunned, suddenly Liu Yu raised his eyebrows and pulled Mr. Luo's arm down with anger. "Shit, let you sit down! Look at me! ”

“Something wrong? ”

“Look at me.” Ren Ziling patted herself on the cheek: “Look at my face, be serious! Kid, let me ask you a question. You gotta be honest with me! ”

The First Vice Editor did not wait to ask questions.

“Dark circles, two wrinkles, acne.” Rochu has said softly, “That's probably all you want to ask. Actually, nothing. I don't stay up late. I don't eat noodles. By the way, drink more warm water, no drinks. ”

Ren Ziling felt devastated. Poor thing said: “So I really look like an aunt? ”

Lochu turned on the TV randomly and watched as he said, "Did something happen today? ”

“I'm telling you, today I let a little girl call me Auntie! Jesus Christ!! I'm only 29!! ”

“It's time to shout, Auntie. ”

“Son of a bitch! Do you have a downhole stone like that?” Ren Ziling pitied Baba Duan: “Your last name is Lo and you know how to bully me! ”

“We?” Lochu stunned.

“The little girl is also named Lo!” Ren Ziling hummed: “Maybe 500 years ago you were still a family... it's just younger, better skin, cuter, what's so great about it? ”

Lo Qiu's heart moved and suddenly asked, "What's his name? ”

“Lo... Lo, what brings you here?” Ren Ziling frowned for a moment and thought, "Oh, Luo Qiang. Her father must have watched a lot of costumes! ”

“ …… ”

Is that little butterfly still in the city?

Lochu shook his head: "We wouldn't have been a family 500 years ago. ”

“I told you, what are you so serious about?” Ren Ziling shot Boss Luo's head, "I'll go to bed in the shower! Starting today, I'm going to sleep early and get up early! ”

“Have you eaten?” Rochu asked softly.

“No more! Lose weight!”

Watching Ren Ziling storm into the bathroom, Ro Qiuguan smiled and began to pick up what the woman had brought back.

“Remedial classes? ”

A brochure just dropped.

Lochu opened the brochure and took a closer look and suddenly a little light flashed in his eyes. He raised his hand, the brochure flew out of his hand and into the center of the living room.

The pamphlet starts to open, and then it starts to show translucent images —— that's what happened.

Boss Luo looked at the images silently and smiled unconsciously when he saw the first editor-in-chief licking his lips and drawing something more with a pen.

“Ah Auntie... that's it. ”

He shook his head, waved his hand, and the images just scattered. After Rochu stood up and packed the rest, he turned off the lights in the living room and went back to his room to think about the little butterfly.

The little butterfly was a good learner and attended remedial classes.

He slept quietly with his clothes.

……

……

Early in the morning, in the neighborhood, a lot of people had gathered.

At this time, while chewing the hamburger horse SIR pushed the crowd away and walked in, "Spread the crowd a little, pay attention not to destroy the scene, is Forensic Qin here? Then who, see if there are any most troublesome memories..."

Mahoud's voice stopped at once and looked around in vain. The young police officer next to him hastily raised his voice: "Ma SIR, your sister-in-law is not here. ”

Mahoud awkwardly cleared his voice, coughed twice, and sighed: "Kill all those annoying reporters out!! Why are you still standing there? Go!”

“Yes!”

Mahoud's chest was lifted and his head walked wide to the site of the blockade - a phrase he hadn't shouted in such a good way in a long time.

It's so much cooler than eating a bowl of sour plum shaved ice.

“Ma SIR, you're here.” Officers blocked at the scene salute quickly at this time.

“Tell me about the situation.” Mahoud nodded and said as he was told.

“The deceased should have fallen from high altitude," the police said hastily. The body was found by the cleaner of the neighborhood, aunt. The victim was identified as an occupant of this building, on the 12th floor. The deceased male, eighteen years old, named Gu Jiajie, was a senior graduate of Sangao City. ”

“How come you're a student again?” Mahoud frowned deeply and looked at the scene, only on a stone stool not far away, a pair of people in pajamas, looking like husband and wife were holding each other and crying.

“Who are they? ”

“Oh, this is the deceased's parents.” The policeman turned over the little book, "the man called Gu Feng and the woman called Shen Mi Yong. ”

Looking at these grieving couples, Mahoud frowned deeply... if this proves to be a suicide, then it's a real ghost!