: The murder of the vengeance

Senior year's department.

At Mingcheng No. 1 Middle School, Class 1 of each grade has always been deemed to be a key class in the school, and the class brings together top students at the forefront of the grade.

In Class 2 (1), the clock in the classroom slowly rotated, and the bell ringing for the official start of morning self-study in the corner loudspeaker rang. But according to tradition, the learning atmosphere in the class was already very strong before the self-study began. When the Chinese teacher was holding the textbook and still in the corridor, he heard Lang Lang's reading sound inside.

The Chinese teacher walked into the classroom without disturbing the students. He just stood on the podium and looked down casually.

After scanning his eyes, the teacher looked at a seat beside the window as usual. It was somewhat unexpected that the position was still empty.

Basically, as long as the teacher teaches in Class 1, remembers that it is Rong Zhou’s seat.

About five or six minutes after the morning class began, three regular knocks sounded along the door frame of the classroom.

Looking at Rong Zhou, standing tall outside the door, clear and cold.

With a tall nose, thin lips, and cold and white skin, it seems that a boy is just standing there and is a painting.

The other students who were originally studying to memorize the book below also looked up at the door when they heard the sound. Although there was no loud discussion, it was not difficult to feel the surprise in each other's eyes.

Since high school, it seems that this is the first time they have seen Rong Zhou arrive late.

However, the Chinese teacher's expression was very gentle. She turned to look at Rong Zhou, nodded to him, and asked him back to her seat without asking any reason.

Until the morning self-study ended, some students couldn't help but start discussing it during class. After a while, the incident of Rong Zhou being late for the first morning class today spread.

As for the reason, they think the biggest possibility is that they have gone to bed this morning and then accidentally got up late.

After all, high school tasks are relatively heavy, and students do not have enough rest time, so it is normal for them to occasionally not hear the alarm clock getting up late.

However, this kind of thought would happen to Rong Zhou, and it is rumored that the image of the high school god, Gaoling Flower, has become a bit down-to-earth.

The gossip was like snowflakes scattered all over the campus. Not only the second year of high school, but also many people who followed Rong Zhou in the first year of high school also knew about it.

By the time Song Ranran found out, it was already after the second class.

At that time, she was previewing the content of the next class. Several girls were crowded together in the front right row and chatting and laughing. The girls were talking loudly. In the middle, Song Ranran clearly captured Rong Zhou's name inside.

She had only seen Rong Zhou this morning, and subconsciously turned her head to the content of the conversation over there and paid more attention to it.

From the scattered words, Song Ranran pieced together a central idea—

This morning, Rong Zhou was too tired to get up in the morning because he was too tired to study at night and was late for morning self-study.

It also comes with girls' comments:

I really want to see the scholar god sleepy and sleepy in bed in the morning, but suddenly I feel that the cold school grass is a little... cute...?

Song Ranran: “…”

I paused the pen in my hand and inadvertently drew a line on the notebook.

Rong Zhou was late this morning?

Or is it because of getting up late?

She remembered how Rong Zhou passed by the restaurant in the morning, and she had obviously gotten up long ago. Moreover, Rong Zhou didn't move much when she was having breakfast. It should be that she had almost finished her breakfast before.

Song Ranran lowered her head and suddenly had an idea to break into her heart, and her left eyelid twitched slightly.

Could it be... it's because of her?

There was still a message in his ears that seemed to be because of his late arrival this time, Rong Zhou became a strange trend in his classmates' eyes, and Song Ranran pursed her lips.

Inexplicably, she felt guilty.

Then next time, why would she try to get up early?

The author will take the exam tomorrow morning, and he is still in pain and memorizing words. He is dying. The person in the final exam will never admit defeat!

Treasures, please rest early, Zhaozhao is going to stay up late.
Chapter completed!