Chapter 949 Meeting Liaoyan for the First Time (21)

The program on the second day was only in the morning, and there was free time in the afternoon - a holiday.

There were some changes in the seats, but Qiao Ling was still empty.

Chuzheng sat down next to him and looked at the stage with a calm expression.

Qiao Ling's attention was not on the stage, but on Chu Zheng.

Last night he tossed and turned and didn't sleep all night.

He didn't know what he was thinking, he was confused.

Qiao Lian's eyelashes drooped, falling on Chu Zheng's hand casually resting on the back of the chair.

Those hands are beautiful, slender and slender.

Qiao Ling stared at the hands for a long time, then carefully stretched out his hand and placed it next to Chu Zheng.

The next second he took it back and looked towards the stage.

But soon, Qiao Ling couldn't help but put his hand back.

The distance between the backs of the chairs was very narrow, so he only had to move a little to the side to reach her.

Qiao Li took a deep breath. As soon as her fingertips moved, Chu Zheng withdrew her hand and took a look at her phone.

Qiao Ling saw it was a text message.

No notes.

Chuzheng deleted it after reading it and blocked it.

Her aunt didn't give up and didn't know whose cell phone it was sent to her.

She can't get close to her now, so she can only use this method.

Chuzheng put down her phone and turned around to meet Qiao Li's gaze.

She was stunned for a moment: "What's wrong?"

Qiao Li lowered his gaze and shook his head. He put his hands back in front of him and focused on watching the show on the stage.

Chuzheng suddenly raised her hand and touched his head: "I'll see you off after school later. Don't run around."

Qiao Li's head was pressed and rubbed, and his body stiffened for a moment. He didn't even think about shaking it off, but nodded: "Yes."

There were people everywhere, and Chu Zheng only touched her twice before retracting her hand.

Qiao Li turned to the side, supported his forehead with his hand, and slowly touched his hair with his fingertips.

What she did just now...

So skilled.

Has she touched anyone like this before?

-

The last program ended, and the host said the closing words.

Just when everyone thought it was over and were about to leave.

The entire auditorium's light suddenly went out, plunging into darkness.

"power cut?"

"Don't move, don't move, don't move at all."

"Don't step on me!"

Exclamations and the teacher's voice to maintain order sounded one after another.

The next second, a beam of light hit the audience.

"Don't rush away, everyone. We have also prepared one last program for everyone to enjoy. Here is a piano solo performed by Qiao Ling from Class 22, Grade 3, for us."

The beam of light hit Qiao Ling at this moment.

Chuzheng had already stood up just now. Outside the passage, the beam of light did not hit her.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Qiao Li, including the school leaders in the front row and the leaders coming from above.

Qiao Ling was stunned for a moment, then frowned.

The voice on the stage continued: "Everyone is warmly welcome!"

The leader below laughed happily: "What about the finale?"

How did the principal know about this? "Hahaha, I don't know about the surprise these children have."

"Young people just have ideas, so let's see."

"That's okay too."

The leaders all sat back.

Qiao Ling stood up, but instead of going to the stage, he went straight out of the auditorium.

"..."

The space fell into awkward silence.

Chuzheng chased Qiao Li out.

In just a few seconds, there was no one else outside.

Who did this in the end?

Chuzheng went backstage and grabbed the host: "Who asked you to say the last thing?"

The host, who was also from the school, was startled by Chu Zheng and muttered: "Meng...Meng Yu."

Meng Yu.

This piece of shit!

Chuzheng walked outside with a cold face.

Someone called her from behind.

"Teacher Ruan, we have a meeting later..."

"I take a leave."

"Teacher Ruan!!"

Chuzheng looked around but couldn't find Qiao Ling.

There are no classes in the afternoon, so everyone can go home directly after finishing.

Most of the students in the school soon left, leaving only the students on duty who had to clean up the mess.

Chuzheng called Qiao Yan, but no one answered.

Chuzheng felt that she should install a locator for Qiao Ling.

Buzz.

A message was displayed on Chuzheng's phone.

[Qiao Ling: Teacher, I’m going home. 】

[Chu Zheng: Can you find a way? 】

[Qiao Ling: The driver will pick up. 】

[Chu Zheng:...]

[Chu Zheng: Tell me when you get home. 】

It took a while for Qiao Li to reply.

[Qiao Ling: Yeah. 】

-

Saturday.

Chuzheng lay on the sofa without any image, watching boring documentaries.

Change the channel after a while, change the channel after a while...

[Miss, are you bored? 】

Chuzheng immediately put on a serious face: "No."

[But I see you are bored. 】

"No, you got it wrong."

[…] I didn’t say I was going to send out a mission, so why are you so nervous?

Chuzheng was just thinking about how to deceive the King, when the door suddenly rang.

A very light sound.

Chuzheng thought she was ordering takeout and went over to open the door.

The corridor was empty, there was no one anywhere.

Chuzheng looked down the corridor and closed the door.

Five minutes later, there was a knock on the door again.

Chuzheng opened the door, but there was still no one outside.

Depend on!

What a piece of shit!

...It’s not haunted, right?

Chuzheng quickly closed the door.

Chuzheng leaned on the door and looked outside. There was nothing suspicious.

Chuzheng turned her back and leaned against the door.

She turned sharply and opened the door.

The person outside the door was stunned for a moment, and the next second, he turned around and ran away.

Chuzheng grabbed his collar: "Who are you?"

The man was wearing a peaked cap, was a little thin, and didn't look like a serious person.

"I...I was passing by."

"Passing by? Knocked on my door?" Chuzheng pushed the man against the wall and pressed his arm: "Tell me, who asked you to come."

"Ah..." The man yelled in pain: "I really was passing by."

Chu Zheng exerted her strength.

"I said, I said...a woman asked me to come."

woman?

Chuzheng took out her phone and pulled out a photo: "Is this one?"

"Yes, that's her."

Huang Min still doesn’t give up.

No, she never gave up.

I even sent her threatening text messages before.

Chuzheng asked people to look at her, but she didn't expect that she had learned to invite people.

That stingy aunt has really taken a big step forward.

"What do you want me to do?"

"Just to scare you..." The man said, "Auntie, I was wrong, I was wrong."

"How much did she give you?"

The man held up a finger.

Chuzheng said gloomily: "I'll give you three times. You can scare her however she wants you to, do you understand?"

"..."

Can it still be like this?

"Do you understand?"

"understand."

Chuzheng let go of him and told him to get out.

She had just gone back, and within two minutes of sitting down, there was another knock on the door.

Chuzheng: "..."

Endless!

Chuzheng opened the door angrily: "What don't you understand...Qiao Ling?"

The young man stood outside the door, his clothes soaked and clinging to his body. The white fabric had a translucent effect, and there were faint traces of blood on the hem of the clothes.

My hair was also wet, and water kept dripping down.

Looks pathetically tight.

"teacher."

He gave a muffled cry.

"Come in." Chuzheng didn't ask anything.

Qiao Lian entered the room with his head lowered.