Chapter 667 Seat
"As long as it's not a ghost, it can be anything." The fat man muttered softly.
While they were talking, five people had already walked in front of them, and they could feel that the other party was also wary of the three of them.
"Who are you?" Huai Yi asked.
"Don't be nervous, we are just like you." A middle-aged man with a beard said, "We all got off that bus."
When the bus was mentioned, the faces of the people accompanying it were obviously unnatural.
Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged people for a few times and asked: "I am also on the bus, why haven't I seen you?"
"You sit in the front, and we are in the back." A man spoke, about 25 years old, his voice was relatively soft, and he looked very weak.
Jiang Cheng then asked a few more questions, and the other party was able to justify himself, but on the issue of the old lady, differences arose.
"We haven't seen any old ladies." The middle-aged man looked at Jiang Cheng with strange eyes and said, "Our mission is the missing person notice broadcast on the radio."
"Broadcast?"
"Yes." The middle-aged man said: "It was played in that bus. Why, you didn't hear it?"
"No."
There is actually a radio in the car. This is something Jiang Cheng didn't expect. It seems that there are more secrets in this car than he thought.
After pondering for a moment, Jiang Cheng caught the loophole in the middle-aged man's words, "You said you saw us, but the old lady was right next to us and talking to us. Why didn't you see it?"
The middleman explained after hearing this: "We only saw the moment you got on the bus, and then you disappeared into the mist, and we didn't dare to go there."
"Then did you hear any noise in the car? , except broadcasting." Jiang Cheng looked at the middle-aged man.
The middle-aged man thought about it carefully and shook his head: "No more, the sound was only the broadcast, but we saw something."
After a pause, the middle-aged man turned his head and looked. To a woman behind him, "Miss Shen, please tell me this."
< br>A tall woman with light makeup on her face said: "I am sitting relatively far back, and there is a person sitting 4 rows directly behind me. That person is holding a black umbrella. , covering his face, but my instinct told me it was a man.”
"Behind me to the right, sitting in the fifth row window seat is a woman, wearing a floral dress, with blond hair, like a doll."
"What happens next?" Jiang Cheng asked: "Did anything strange happen after discovering these two people?"
The woman glanced at him and said coldly: "No."
Jiang Cheng was slightly surprised.
After seeing Jiang Cheng’s expression, the woman asked, “Are you a newcomer?”
After hearing this, a few seconds later, a trace of panic began to appear on Jiang Cheng's originally calm face. Although he tried his best to hide it, it could not escape everyone's eyes.
"Don't be nervous. An experienced person would not ask such a question." The woman said in a lecturing tone: "After discovering them, I chose to give up observation, maintain the status quo, and rashly alarm them. There will be danger."
"I'm not nervous," Jiang Cheng said stiffly.
While they were talking, a small door next to the school gate opened, and a woman walked out, about 40 years old, wearing a turtleneck sweater, glasses, and well-groomed.
After meeting Jiang Cheng and the others, the woman walked up quickly, her eyes sweeping over everyone one by one, as if checking the number of people, "Are you the newly transferred students?"
"Yes." someone answered.
It seems that this is their new identity.
The woman turned around and said, "Come with me," taking them into the campus.
Although the school gate is dilapidated, the school's internal facilities are still very good, and the campus is also very large. They walked for about 15 minutes before being brought to a classroom door.
"You guys should follow a few classes first to get familiar with our school's teaching style. As for the procedures, I will take you through them later. The classes are important." The woman adjusted her glasses and said.
In order not to disturb the normal class, Jiang Cheng and the others sneaked in through the back door. This was a ladder classroom that could accommodate hundreds of people.
A very old professor, with his back hunched over, was writing and drawing on the blackboard in front of him.
The number of students is not large, and they are all concentrated in the last few rows. As for the first few rows close to the podium, there are only a few students, hunched over their necks, looking at the blackboard, looking cute and cute.
The students in the back gathered together in twos and threes, all playing with their phones with their heads down.
“There are no seats.” The fat man said with some reluctance: “We can only sit in the front.”
Just when everyone was about to move forward, Jiang Cheng reached out to stop them, then reached out and tapped a female teammate, indicating that she wanted her black handbag.
This is a woman in her 30s with darker skin. She has been silent and has a low sense of presence.
The woman looked at the middle-aged man first, and after realizing that he had no objection, she handed the bag in her hand to Jiang Cheng. Everyone looked at him with strange eyes, not understanding what he was going to do.
After taking the bag, Jiang Cheng arranged his clothes and walked behind a boy. The boy was lowering his head and grinning at his crotch, not noticing anyone approaching.
Jiang Cheng picked up the bag and slapped the boy on the back of the head. He was so frightened that he almost dropped his phone to the ground.
The moment the boy turned around, Jiang Cheng tucked his bag under his arm, stared at him condescendingly, and asked in a cold voice: "What are you doing?"
The voice was not loud, but the momentum was strong.
Before the boy came to his senses, Jiang Cheng turned his head and said to the fat man in a commanding tone: "Teacher Wang, write down his professional class. After today's meeting, I want to listen to his instructor. Explain it to me."
"Got it, Director Jiang." The fat man reached into his pocket and seemed to be able to pull out a notebook, a pen or something.
The boy panicked for a moment and hurriedly explained: "Director, please don't do this. Give me a chance. I am a cadre of the student union. If this is done, I will be promoted to minister next year."
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"Go ahead and listen to the class!"
"Hey, hey, I got it, I got the director." The boy nodded and bowed, grabbed his bag, and ran to the first row in a hurry.
As Jiang Cheng's gaze shifted, all the students sitting in the back turned pale, then they all stood up, and then went to the first row without saying a word.
After the first row was full, everyone started to compete for seats in the second row.
The old professor who was lecturing heard a sound from behind, stopped his pen, turned around, looked at the students swarming over, and was stunned for a moment.
Then he took off his heavy reading glasses, opened the case tremblingly, took out the glasses cloth and wiped them again, then quickly put them back on.
After confirming that it was not an hallucination caused by his own eyesight, the corners of the old professor's eyes became moist. (End of this chapter)