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Chapter 85

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    If He Zibo hadn't jumped out, Song Fengchen would have almost forgotten that there was still such a bad thing that hadn't been resolved.

    The main reason is that he has never had any contact with the He family except that Song Lingyi came to him for work.

    Now that He Zibo came to the door by himself, Song Fengchen would not be polite.

    Just in time, old and new grudges are counted together.

    "Don't worry about that," Xu Shujian said in a deep voice, "The dean will not let him go."

    This is the truth.

    Do you think it is more than six years now?  It has been more than two years since the great turmoil ended, and they still dare to come out and post big-character posters, is it because they want to start a student wave or something.

    You must know that more than half of the teachers at Capital University were recruited from all over the country in the year after the resumption of the college entrance examination, and most of them had the experience of being knocked down during the great turmoil. Can they not hate these tricks?

    After all, the world is peaceful now, and He Zibo made such a thing again, does he think he is living too comfortably?

    ? Even if the dean wants to take it lightly, he must also consider the feelings of these teachers, not to mention the fact that the Xu family is on top.

    Then one can imagine what will happen to He Zibo.

    When Song Fengchen and Xu Shujian separated, it was not time for class.

    Probably because he didn't expect him to come back, when Song Fengchen pushed open the classroom door, he met dozens of unbelievable gazes.

    Seeing Song Fengchen return to his seat grandiosely, He Zibo frowned, and a sense of uneasiness suddenly rose in his heart.

    "Hey, Zibo, what's going on?" A young man sitting next to He Zibo's left raised his arm and bumped He Zibo.  He is He Zibo's roommate, and he was the one who was mocking Song Fengchen before. He and other people in the dormitory also got involved in the matter of posting big-character posters.  School?

    He Zibo calmed down, comforting the young man and himself: "For such a big matter, the dean must investigate thoroughly before he can be dealt with. Just wait, he won't be able to recover."

    "That's right." The young man felt that He Zibo's words made sense. He helped He Zibo, firstly because He Zibo was his brother, secondly because he sympathized with what happened to the He family, and thirdly because he felt that people like Song Fengchen were not worthy of being treated.  at Capital University.

    Just at this moment, a young man with an inch-length head pushed open the door and walked in: "He Zibo, the dean asked you to go to his office."

    What?

    He Zibo's breathing tightened, and his heart became more and more uneasy. He barely maintained his composure, stood up, and walked towards the door.

    But I didn't want to hear a voice suddenly sounded in my ear when I passed by Song Fengchen: "By the way, He Zibo, when you were spreading rumors about me, did you tell others that my parents died to save you?"

    He Zibo stopped walking.

    Hearing Song Fengchen's words, the other students in the class almost subconsciously thought of the words "gratitude, revenge and revenge", and even looked at He Zibo with more scrutiny.

    "So what, it's true that your parents saved Zibo, but his family has also raised your siblings for three or seven years. As a result, you, relying on your parents being his savior, made trouble for his family.  He was restless, and even sent his grandparents to the hospital You still have the face to say this, then did you think about your heroic parents when you were sneaking around in your village!" It was not He Zibo's roommate who spoke.

    Hearing this, everyone's scrutiny of He Zibo turned into contempt for Song Fengchen.

    "So that's what you told them." Song Fengchen chuckled, and shifted his gaze from He Zibo to the young man: "Then, have you ever thought that if I can eat enough and dress warmly, will I still do things like stealing chickens and dogs?"  ?¡±

    The angry expression of the young man froze for a moment, only to hear Song Fengchen continue to say: "Did He Zibo tell you that his brother He Ziming graduated from university, in order to get a good job, he married my eldest sister as an excuse to leave my parents behind?"  The more than 500 yuan he placed was cheated away, just to bribe the school leaders"

    Anyway, it's all here, and Song Fengchen doesn't mind letting the He family take the blame.

    "Five hundred yuan?"

    The sound of inhalation sounded one after another, and combined with what He Zibo had said to them before, everyone's hearts were turned back and forth.

    Five hundred yuan, the salary of an ordinary second-level worker for one year, is equivalent to four years of frugality for a family of three.

    With this amount of money, does Song Fengchen still need to steal things to make a living?

    Doesn't the He family want to be a whore and set up a memorial archway?

    &nbs??, I opened the door and saw that the corridor was empty and there was nothing.

    He Zibo didn't think much about it, he closed the door, turned around and was stunned.

    All I saw was that the messy dormitory he made was neat and tidy, as if nothing had happened just now.

    He rubbed his eyes subconsciously, and saw correctly, the chess box was placed on the window sill intact, and all the objects on the desk were arranged in an orderly manner.

    How can it be?

    His pupils shrank slightly, and then he remembered the empty corridor outside the door. It was not long after nightfall, and logically it should be a lively time, so how could there be no one there?

    He Zibo's breathing tightened, and his heartbeat suddenly accelerated. He swallowed, and opened the door with trembling hands.

    "Will you do laundry?"

    "Wash, leave some hot water for me."

    "Who is going to help bring food tomorrow morning?"

    There are people coming and going in the corridor, so lively.

    Illusion, what I saw before was indeed an illusion.

    He Zibo's heart relaxed.

    He turned around, and the first thing he saw was a pawn, and when he looked up again, two pairs of feet hanging in the air suddenly appeared in his vision.

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