There’s an Evil Spirit Here Chapter 203: The problematic group photo

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When I saw Police Officer Wei’s WeChat, now in the group,

Shoo!

Fangzheng took a cold breath, and suddenly felt that the posterior alveolar was sour and cold.

However, Police Officer Wei’s WeChat has been silent. Founder thought that Officer Wei mentioned by Zhang Yiwen had tasks. When he heard that there were special tasks, he would ask to cut off all contact with the outside world, including handing over his personal mobile phone.

Fangzheng once saw a news report. When a people’s policeman who was loyal to his job and loyal to his duties, he didn’t even see the last face of his old father because of special actions. Get on him. In the end, in order to keep the police's personal information safe, the whole society does not know the name of this people's policeman, only that this hero who silently guards people is called the people's policeman, who has dedicated his life to a respected post.

Seeing that there was no news from Officer Wei's WeChat, Fang Zheng was also relieved.

The most guilty thing he has now is that he has met Officer Wei.

"Founder, what are your hobbies?"

"What kind of fruit do you like to eat?"

"What kind of girl do you like?"

"Do you like girls who are older and mature than yourself, or do you like taciturn girls, like my cousin?"

……

The more Fang Zheng talked, the more he felt wrong.

The smartphone in his hand kept trembling, and WeChat kept getting new information prompts. Obviously, he was facing Zhang Yiwen, but Zhang Yiwen on the other side kept sending messages in a WeChat group with only three people.

Moreover, the questions asked were stranger than each.

Is this the unique scroll breath of the so-called teachers? Those who can chat by text never need to talk and beep? A few black lines hung down on Fang Zheng's forehead, and in front of Zhang Yiwen, who was only a few centimeters away, he awkwardly replied in the group: "Mr. Zhang, your way of chatting is really unique and refreshing, refreshing."

Can Fang Zheng say otherwise?

People who don’t know think that there are two neuroses here. They don’t communicate face to face, so they have to use WeChat to chat.

Are your typing hands tired?

Severe mobile phone control?

Fangzheng decided to see Zhang Yiwen less often. He always felt that Officer Wei’s cousin was a bit mentally abnormal.

Obviously, the two of them face each other, and they insist on typing and chatting on their mobile phones.

This is not mental disorder. What is it?

Just when Fang Zheng was about to leave, Zhang Yiwen wanted to send Fang Zheng away, but she stepped on high heels, and all kinds of decoration materials on the ground were piled up in disorder. Zhang Yiwen didn't pay attention, and the heels of high heels happened to step on a pv hot spot. There was an exclamation on the leftovers of the tube, and he almost fell.

Fangzheng's eyesight is quick, and he stepped forward and held Zhang Yiwen in his waist. This prevented Zhang Yiwen from falling off the court, and then Fang Zheng immediately let go of Zhang Yiwen.

Although Zhang Yiwen survived, she still suffered a little bit. Her small face was a little pale with pain. It turned out that she had her feet, and her right ankle had quickly become red and swollen.

"Teacher Zhang seems to have a bad foot. It is estimated that Mr. Zhang will not be able to walk for the time being. There is a big pharmacy outside the community. This master, you can help her go to the big pharmacy outside the community. She will pay for her medical expenses. I will pay for it myself."

Fang Zheng raised his hand to Zhang Yiwen in front of him, and said to the decorator who looked surprised.

"Me?"

A decorator who was paid attention to by Founder looked around and made sure that he was not mistaken. Pointing his hand to himself, the other party was indeed speaking to himself.

He finally believed a word.

Some people are indeed single by strength.

Deserve to be a single dog for a lifetime.

I didn't have such a great opportunity, and I took the initiative to push the beauty out. This is either a mental disorder or a brain drain.

Founder gave an affirmative nod.

Joke.

Although this teacher Zhang has a good temperament, Fang Zheng has long been regarded as mentally abnormal.

It's too late to stay away, and there is no one who continues to jump into the fire pit.

Get a positive answer from Founder, Zhang Yiwen: "..."

The decoration master A, B, C, D: "..."

Why do you always feel that there is something wrong with the style of painting?

"Don't bother this master, there is an elevator in the community, and the foot doesn't hurt much. I can walk to the big pharmacy by myself." Zhang Yiwen smiled politely.

Founder: "Teacher Zhang is careful all the way."

Zhang Yiwen: "..."

She turned dark, she just said politely, she didn't expect that Founder would not send her off.

However, fortunately, Founder was not really inexhaustible. He still knew how to be considerate of the old, weak, women, children, and the disabled. Sprinkled on the ground.

When Fang was picking up the information, he picked it up and took a look at it. It was a junior high school Chinese test paper, which seemed to be a mock test paper for the third year. Founder didn't think much about it. Maybe it was because of the hard work of teacher Zhang, and he did not forget it on weekends. Take the test paper home to correct it.

Zhang Yiwen endured the pain in her feet and squatted down to pick up the test papers.

"Hey, Teacher Zhang, are the students in this birthday photo all the students of your class? These students seem to spontaneously celebrate your birthday for Teacher Zhang?" Fang Zheng curiously picked up an eight-inch photo.

The background in the photo is a school classroom. Looking at the smiling faces of the students, you can see that Zhang Yiwen is very popular with the students. It should be a birthday event organized by the students spontaneously.

As soon as the student in the photo was mentioned, Zhang Yiwen's beautiful face was as white as crystal ivory, showing a look of affection: "They are cute, aren't they."

"It turns out that Teacher Zhang took a graduating class of 48 people." Fang Zheng was a little surprised that Zhang Yiwen was able to take the graduating class of the third grade at such a young age.

"Forty-eight people?"

"Aren't they forty-six?"

Zhang Yiwen looked at Fang Zheng in confusion.

Founder was taken aback.

He carefully counted the students in the photo again, and it was indeed forty-eight.

So Fang Zheng took the photo and asked Zhang Yiwen to confirm again. Zhang Yiwen said seriously: "There are forty-six people in the class. I can't remember the number of students wrongly."

Fang Zheng frowned.

He flipped the photo. Generally speaking, like this group photo, everyone’s name will be printed on the back. Sure enough, the corresponding student's name appeared on the back of the photo.

Fangzheng counted the names of the students, and it was indeed forty-eight.

Fang Zheng's face was solemn, pointing to the student's name on the back of the photo, and his expression began to be very serious and said: "Mr. Zhang, how many student names have you seen on the student list?"

The answer was still forty-six people.

Fang Zheng immediately took it to ask several decorators present, and the answer he got was forty-six people. Regardless of the name or the person in the photo, they always see forty-six people.

Of the people present, only he saw forty-eight people. There were two more people, or...two of them disappeared?