What Bad Intentions Can the Class Monitor Have [MTL] (Completed)

Chapter 17 The weak raises the knife

The night in the mountains is very quiet, and although the sky is dark, it seems particularly clear. It's not like in the city, which is always covered in brick-red by light pollution, whether it's bright or dark.

Ji Zhun's hair was not completely dry yet, and it was wet and stuck to his forehead. The loose collar of the sweatshirt exudes heat with the fragrance of shower gel.

He held his chin lazily, looking at Tan Jingyang beside him with half-lowered eyes and a slight tilt of his head.

In the night, Tan Jingyang's voice sounded deeper than before. Stripped of the 70% gentleness and 30% smile that always come with his usual words, his plain and objective tone is like a pool of cold water in the middle of the night.

"Zou Yiming's father died when he was very young. His mother took him to rent a house converted from a warehouse in an old neighborhood in Nancheng. It was not easy." Tan Jingyang's fingers gently touched his knees. knocking.

"As for Liu Zheng, his family owns a high-end hotel, and he is a second-generation rich man like you." Tan Jingyang smiled, but his eyes remained dark.

"Probably when they were in their second or third year of junior high school, Liu Zheng's mother found Zou Yiming's mother from the home economics center to work as a nanny at his house. When Zou Yiming's mother heard that the salary was quite suitable, she went happily..."

Following Tan Jingyang's words, the scene turned into a spacious and bright mansion.

The plainly dressed woman wearing an apron showed an embarrassed expression when she looked at the pile of examination papers spread out on the table.

Exam papers are Zhang Zhang, the score is as low as 20 and as high as 40.

Liu Zheng on the side was shaking his legs, his small eyes narrowed into slits on his shiny face.

Seeing that the woman didn't move for a long time, Liu Zheng yelled at her impatiently: "I said, you should sign quickly! You have to sign all these, don't leave any one behind."

The woman rubbed her hands nervously, opened and closed her lips a few times, and then said softly: "Zhengzheng, this aunt really can't sign for you. Your teacher will see it."

"Oh, can you stop talking nonsense?" Liu Zheng's eyebrows bulged, "My mother and the others will be back soon!"

The woman took half a step back, but shook her head and said, "No, no, aunt can help you with everything else, but you still have to let your parents know about your study problems."

Seeing Liu Zheng frowning in dissatisfaction, the woman continued to try to persuade: "Look, if my Xiao Ming lied to me like this, I would definitely be angry. As a human being, the most important thing is to be honest. Look at Xiao Ming. ..."

"Come on, you!" Liu Zheng snorted with his nose turned to the sky, and his body trembled a few more times, "Xiao Ming Xiao Ming every day, if our family didn't give you money, you and your Xiao Ming would both be hungry. die!"

The woman's expression changed, but she finally swallowed her grievance. She forced a smile again and coaxed carefully: "What do you want to eat for lunch? Can Auntie make you your favorite fried chicken wings?"

"Don't eat!" Liu Zheng pulled the stack of papers on the table in disgust, and sneered, "Don't think I don't know, you just want to wait until our family can't finish eating, and then take the chicken wings back. Use our family's Money, buying your family's food, my mother actually said you were honest?"