After a long time, after confirming that there was no sound in the entire corridor, the two quietly stood up.

Zhuo Shu was about to speak when he was caught off guard.

Ying Tongchen opened the window: "Hurry up and get out."

Zhuo Shu was shocked: "Isn't it? From here? No surveillance?"

Oh, there is monitoring.

Ying Tongchen dragged him and pushed him towards the door: "Come on, be careful when the director comes again."

I don't know if it was a crow's mouth or not. As soon as these words were finished, footsteps sounded again from the corridor at the end.

Zhuo Shu hurriedly slipped away, and when he ran to the school gate, he saw the security guard standing at the door, and immediately stopped, greeted the security guard in a very gentlemanly manner, walked leisurely to the car, opened the door, and disappeared like a puff of smoke film.

After galloping all the way, after returning home, Zhuo Zi paralyzed on the sofa and asked him what he was doing, and he remembered that his business was not over yet——

Neither clearly stated future plans nor took back the contract.

When he went to school on Monday, Ying Tongchen paid special attention to the situation of the Sports Committee, checked his family background, and planned to talk to the Sports Committee.

During the gymnastics between classes, he found that the sports committee was not in the team, and turned around and went back to the classroom to find someone.

As soon as walked to the door of the classroom, saw the Sports Committee sneakily standing on the podium, bending over.

"What are you doing here?" Ying Tongchen asked suddenly.

The sports committee was startled. The things in his hand fell to the ground. He turned around in a hurry and looked at him nervously: "Hello, teacher."

Ying Tongchen's eyes fell on something on the ground, it was a pink envelope.

Being held by an adolescent boy with a flustered expression, one can imagine what is inside.

The Sports Committee subconsciously wanted to pick it up, but Ying Tongchen yelled, "Give it to me."

The sports committee looked at him shyly: "Teacher..."

Ying Tongchen: "The parents' meeting is coming soon. Do you want your parents to see this?"

The Sports Committee had no choice but to hand the envelope to him.

"Come with me to the office." Ying Tongchen took the love letter and led people to the office.

He opened the drawer at will, saw the contract, hurriedly stuffed the envelope, picked up a useless notebook and threw it in, covered the contract, and then looked at the sports committee opposite: "Tell me, you usually talk to your family at home. How is the relationship?"

After some conversations, Ying Tongchen got a general understanding of the situation in his home and gained some points in his heart.

The next two days were spent teaching the papers to the students, and it was easy to forget things when he was busy. It was not until Tuesday night that he received a call from Zhuo Shu, and he remembered that there was a terrible thing left here.

"Are you free? I happened to pass the school and came to you to get the contract and have a meal by the way." Zhuo Shu said.

"You don't need to eat, and there is a self-study at night. What do you want to do with the contract? Why don't I just destroy it here."

"No, I'll destroy it myself." Zhuo Shu said firmly, "Come out and eat."

"I ate in the cafeteria."

"..." Zhuo Shu was very angry. After hanging up the phone, he gently smashed the steering wheel, so as not to disturb the students' study.

Ying Tongchen took out a document bag, stuffed the contract and notebooks in a pile, and walked outside the school gate, but he didn't recognize any car for a while.

At this time, a sassy sports car lowered the window, Zhuo Shu wore a pair of sunglasses, and snapped his fingers dashingly: "Here."

"..." Ying Tongchen looked at the evening sky, silently walked out of his car, handed in the document bag, "Let's go."

"Wait!" Zhuo Shu took off his sunglasses and shouted at his back, "Don't you have anything to say?"

"I wish you peace?" Ying Tongchen turned his head and waved his hand.

Zhuo Shu was unhappy, and after staring at him as he walked into the campus, he glanced at the file bag angrily and wanted to throw it away angrily.

With a trembling of his hand, he suddenly found a pink envelope exposed in the transparent bag.

Zhuo Shu: "?"

He immediately took it out, unfolded the letter, and saw the title at the beginning—

"Xiao Zhuo, hello."

Zhuo Shu: "!"

Xiao Zhuo?

Don't you dare to call me Xiao Zhuo even if you are two days younger? !

Still, it's a love letter, right?

He glanced through it quickly, closed the letter abruptly, and glanced at the school gate with interest.

Wow, Ying Tongchen, it turns out that you have such thoughts towards me!

The author has something to say: Zhuo Shu: filthy! (*≧▽≦)

Chapter 41

Class 1 and 2 of senior high school are in the evening self-study of Chinese. Some people are endorsing in a low voice, and some people are secretly chatting together while the teacher is away.

The sports committee pushed the monitor to his seat, then sat down next to the monitor, and whispered, "The monitor quickly think of a way for me, the love letter I gave to Zhuo Zi was seized by the homeroom teacher."

The class leader was slightly startled: "Did the class teacher recognize my handwriting?"

"I don't know, he just stuffed it into the drawer and didn't look at it, but I don't know if I looked at it later." The Sports Committee said, "I didn't talk to me about the love letter for a day today, do you think it would be true? Did he not see it?"

"It should be, Teacher Ying should not be the kind of person who can peek at other people's love letters." The monitor was slightly relieved.

The sports committee begged: "Monitor, if you don't, you can copy it for me."

Squad leader: "Yes, the price of friendship is nine yuan and nine per time, the price of conscience, and those who bargain are exempted from negotiation."

"No problem." The sports committee agreed immediately, money was not the problem, the problem was his ugly words.

He had to hold back for three or four days and copied a lot from Baidu before he could piece together a perfect love letter.

Naihe's few words are like chicken crawling, affecting his personal charm.

So he thought of Ban Zhang, a calligraphy expert in the class. Ban Zhang was a master of learning, but his family was poor. He was specially admitted to the school because of his excellent grades, and he was recruited by paying living expenses every month.