Chapter 91: Class Rules

"I... I don't think so."

Shen Jiarui had been keeping her head down, looking in poor mental state, but suddenly spoke up. Everyone looked over. Chang Anning was interrupted and frowned.

"What don't you think?"

"Takanna should... be a ghost god."

Shen Jiarui, who had supported everything Chang Anning thought for the past few days, looked somewhat rebellious at this moment, and her rebuttal was firm.

"Why??? Then you tell me, why would she have Liang Chuchu's face."

Shen Jiarui gritted her teeth and shook her head again, "Anyway... she just is!"

"You can't even give a reason, misleading people here. Don't tell me you're the murderer?!"

"You...!!!"

Shen Jiarui's eyes widened. Su Mian finally felt it was interesting, lazily raising her eyes, her gaze falling on the incredulous Shen Jiarui.

【Yo, I just like these temperamental people, hahahaha!!!】

4399 almost laughed its teeth out seeing the two arguing. The biggest taboo in reasoning is acting on impulse, whether it's the murderer or the detective.

Chang Anning didn't care about Shen Jiarui's expression. She continued her reasoning, "And I think it was the Pen Spirit who killed Liang Chuchu."

As soon as she finished speaking, Jingzhe finally became a bit interested and leaned forward, "Why?"

"The Pen Spirit came to find us after Liang Chuchu died, which shows he was there before, and he predicted Liang Chuchu would die."

"Tarot cards can't even make accurate predictions, let alone a Pen Spirit. Only if he could kill her with his own hands would he be so certain."

Su Mian supported her head, "Makes some sense."

Jingzhe didn't speak, seemingly lost in thought. This discussion finally ended with "The Pen Spirit is hidden among us."

To ensure there were some pieces of evidence she wasn't clear about, Su Mian planned to go to his office to scout around.

But going there directly and openly would definitely attract attention.

So she simply slept without regard for anyone in the last class, making the head teacher who was sitting in charge on the podium look at her several times, and finally couldn't help but walk down and knock on her desk after class.

"Come to the office."

Su Mian was truly asleep. Speaking of which, did the desks in high school really have some kind of charm? You fall asleep as soon as you touch them.

She rubbed her temples and said "Okay" in an extremely "annoyed" manner, walking toward the office amidst everyone's gaze.

"Didn't she sleep well last night?"

Chang Anning was a bit confused. Jingzhe nodded, "Looks like it. She didn't get up until nine. She must be feeling unwell."

"You guys seem very familiar?"

Chang Anning sensed something was wrong. She turned her head and found Jingzhe just smiled calmly after hearing this.

"Not familiar."

Su Mian on the other side successfully entered his office. She followed behind him, looking around as she walked, when suddenly the person in front turned his head slowly, "Don't look around—"

He put his hands behind his back. A pair of vacant eyes seemed to be able to see things ordinary people couldn't, but in any case, he wasn't staring at Su Mian.

Su Mian nodded, watching him walk to the office desk and point to the class rules posted on the foam board on the wall with a ruler.

"Read it once."

Su Mian paused. Having already prepared for a fierce battle, she suddenly let out a sigh of relief, staring at the class rules and speaking slowly.

"Everything centers on college entrance exam review, going all out to improve grades."

She stood in the center of the office, her eyes constantly looking around. A red banner of selfless dedication hung below the clock.

"Strictly observe discipline and create a quiet, stable environment for efficient learning."

In the trash can by his feet were a pile of fruit peels and a few colored silk threads. The steaming tea leaves should have been thrown by other teachers, because the head teacher had just returned.

"Maintain a good mindset and regular schedule, storing energy for a protracted war."

Besides books, a water cup, lesson plans, and a set of rulers, there was nothing else on the desk. But looking closely, one could see a few pieces of cloth of different colors pressed between the books, not knowing if it was for dust prevention.

After taking everything into her eyes, Su Mian realized the class rules were becoming increasingly wrong. She stuttered slightly when reading.

"There is only one head teacher per class. If you see other teachers, please do not make any sound."

"Do not disobey the orders of the discipline committee member."

"Do not steal others' items, otherwise the items will mutate."

"You can write what you think in your heart on the draft paper, and the head teacher will answer for you."

Su Mian gradually lowered her speed, trying to remember the rest of the content, but was interrupted by the head teacher when reading the second-to-last rule.

"That's enough, go back."

"Oh... okay."

Su Mian was somewhat surprised. Just like that, he let her go back?

Why did Shen Jiarui look terrified when she was called to the office that day? Could it be that reciting class rules would also scare her?

Su Mian, who had left the office, pondered as she walked, feeling that the last rule she read could be utilized.

"You can write what you think in your heart on the draft paper, and the head teacher will answer for you."

As for what she needed to write?

Su Mian had no clue for the time being. A classmate carrying a pile of books walked toward her.

The books covered his face. Su Mian suddenly stood still and turned around, calling out to him.

"Wait."

The classmate stopped. Su Mian picked up the book on top, and a strange yet familiar face instantly hit her mind.

It was the memory from the script, the boy who was covered in blood behind Zhou Ye when Chi Luoyi confessed to Zhou Ye in the tool room.

"Classmate, is there anything you need?"

The boy didn't seem to know her and, seeing she was very beautiful, spoke with great patience.

Su Mian hesitated. She pondered how to open her mouth; she couldn't just ask, "Aren't you dead?"

It sounded like she was cursing someone.

She could only drop hints, "Do you know Zhou Ye?"

Mentioning Zhou Ye, the boy didn't seem to have any abnormality and nodded very calmly.

"Of course I know him. Zhou Ye is my boss."

As soon as this came out, Su Mian was even more confused.

Boss?

What were they doing in the tool room that day...?

Just as she lowered her eyes, the boy suddenly opened his eyes wide and leaned forward.

"Wait... you, you wouldn't be Zhou Ye's girlfriend, right?!"

"I remember you. Every time the boss goes to the cafeteria, he looks at you from the back door."

Su Mian immediately made a gesture to be quiet. He closed his mouth immediately, revealing a meaningful smile.

"I understand, I understand, underground romance."

"If your head teacher finds out, you're finished."

People in the corridor were returning from the cafeteria one after another. Su Mian knew this wasn't a good place to talk, so she took two books from his hand.

"Are you going back to the classroom? I'll help you carry some."

Yi Junxi's eyes lit up, and he grinned, revealing his tiger teeth. His curly hair was blown by the wind, making him look dull and without any schemes.

"Thanks, sister-in-law."

Su Mian:...

"You call me Chi Luoyi."

"Okay, sister-in-law."

"..."

When they reached a corner, Su Mian stopped. This place had no one, just right for talking. She placed the books on a storage rack to the side, and Yi Junxi in front turned to look at her. ===== CHAPTER 92 =====