The wind was howling, and the rain was pouring. The rain was getting heavier and heavier.
Countless raindrops were like dense arrows, hitting Liu Jing's fat, pale, bearded face because he had been hiding in the studio for a long time to do scientific research.
Everyone had been in the rain. Even if they sometimes felt it was cold, they rarely experienced the pain it brought.
But this time, Liu Jing clearly felt it. His skin felt it, and so did his heart.
The hair all over his body stood up, and every muscle in his body was stretched to the extreme. The rain was so sharp that it pierced thousands of holes on his face like a beehive.
"Ah …" He opened his mouth, but he didn't know if he made a sound. It was like an art film with a muted sound. His ears had lost their hearing.
In his world, there was only a moving picture, but there was no corresponding dubbing. The sound of the wind, the rain, and the rustling of the leaves all disappeared.
He tried to raise his head, he wanted to see the man on the roof who wanted to end everything …
But his vision was blocked by the water tank that was getting bigger and heavier.
Bang!
The water tank pressed his body under it, and at the same time, half of the car was flattened.
The engine on the front of the car was sparking, which was his weak struggle and roar. But the wind and rain were fast, and the sparks were soon extinguished.
Perhaps because of nervousness and fear, Liu Jing was still tightly holding the big black umbrella in his hand before he was smashed.
When his arm was smashed by the water tank, the handle of the umbrella was also smashed. The umbrella cloth with the broken handle finally broke free, and it fluttered in the wind and rain. It was like a little black flower that was picked and abandoned by someone.
Ga ga ga …
Because of the huge vibration, several cars in the nearby parking spaces screamed. The shrill sound of the alarm rang through the sky.
A resident opened the window, poked his head out to look at the ground, and shouted in a sharp voice, "The water tank on the roof has fallen …"
"Someone's car was smashed … Go and see who's car was smashed …"
"Someone's dead … Someone come quickly …"
…
The Black Shadow on the roof took out a monocular. He opened the monocular, and Liu Jing's bloody face suddenly appeared in front of him.
Horror! Resentment!
They also died with their eyes wide open!
Of course, to them, the most important thing was that Liu Jing had died thoroughly.
The Black Shadow raised his hand to his forehead in a non-standard military salute and then turned to leave this dangerous place that would soon become the second crime scene.
…
…
Clang …
The office door was knocked open.
Jiang Zhuliu anxiously shouted, "Liu Jing is dead. Liu Jing was crushed to death. "
Kiang Long Tan was standing in front of the office window, holding a book called Heart Sutra in his hands, softly reading it. His expression was calm and peaceful.
"Dad, do you know?" Jiang Zhuliu asked anxiously. "Liu Jing is dead. He had just run into your office and quarreled with you. You had just fired him … and he died. "
Kiang Long Tan closed the book, turned around and glanced at Jiang Zhuliu. "I know," he said.
"You …" Jiang Zhuliu looked at his father, who was so calm that it was almost eerie, and said, "You don't have any other reaction?"
"What kind of reaction should I have?" Kiang Long Tan asked.
"…"
"We've known each other for many years. Liu Jing is a good person," Kiang Long Tan said. "He's one of the few friends I have … When Lu Mingtu died, I recited the Heart Sutra to him. Now that Liu Jing is gone, I also recited the Heart Sutra to him. I hope they can pass away peacefully, without any pain … or conflict of interest in Elysium. "
"But, aren't you afraid of the gossip outside?" Jiang Zhuliu said, flustered and exasperated. "I just came back from outside. Many people are saying that this matter has something to do with you. They even said …"
"They also said that I did it?" Kiang Long Tan asked calmly.
"Yes," Jiang Zhuliu said. "They said that you're cutting off dissidents. First, you got rid of Lu Mingtu, and now you got rid of Liu Jing. In order to achieve your goal of single-handedly controlling the Longtu Group … "
Kiang Long Tan smiled and said, "If that's what I'm trying to do … isn't this a little too much?"
"…" Jiang Zhuliu's face was ashen with anger, but Jiang Longtan had a calm look on his face. It was as if the death of a person was just an insignificant matter.
At this moment, he realized that compared to his father, who usually didn't talk much and kept silent most of the time, he was still too inexperienced.
Jiang Longtan held the 'Heart Sutra' and carefully stroked the rough surface with his palm. He said, "They are forcing me. They're forcing me … "
"Dad …"
"Call Chaoge and tell her to come home for dinner," Kiang Long Tan said.
…
…
Lu Chaoge had injured her leg and had asked for a few days' leave from school. But Fang Yan's hands and feet were all right, so he had to go to class as usual.
Fang Yan's Chinese class was now a beautiful sight in the school. Ever since Class 1 followed the trend and began to carry out situational teaching, the other Chinese teachers no longer put on airs and began to think of ways to make their classes more lively. They tried their best to arouse the students' interest in participating and improve their learning abilities.
Moreover, the bet between Fang Yan and Class 1's language teacher, Zhang Yu, had been spread throughout the school by some people with ulterior motives. The students of the two classes would compete in the next final exam to determine their overall score and average score. The loser would have to read an apology written by the winner on the school radio.
Zhang Yu was a well-known teacher at Rosefinch, while Fang Yan was the most popular teacher in the school. One was a model of old-fashioned teaching, while the other was a practitioner and promoter of fancy teaching.
The final exams were in a week. Who would be the real champion? Who would win … the real honor?
This time, it wasn't just a competition between Fang Yan and Zhang Yu's abilities, but also a question of which was more suitable for survival, the traditional way of teaching or the new way of teaching.
Most people favored Zhang Yu, because Zhang Yu was a senior teacher in the school. More importantly, his students were the cream of the crop. In terms of overall quality, the students of Class One were far better than those of Class Nine.
"Class One is doing a pre-exam simulation, and Zhang Yu has given us fourteen test papers to help the students guess the questions. The students of Class One have been working very hard every day, and Zhang Yu has used a despicable tactic to beat us … Mr Fang, don't we have to do anything?" Huang Haoran asked worriedly.
He was the language representative of Class Nine, and since Class Nine had made a bet with Class One, he naturally had to take the lead. Not only did he have to find a way to boost everyone's morale, but he also had to find out the opponent's actions and strength through various connections …
However, while Class One was busy winning this competition, their Mr Fang had no idea how to deal with it. It was as if what he had said that day was just a casual remark, and he had completely forgotten about it.
Therefore, Huang Haoran had to take the initiative to communicate with Mr Fang after class, trying to find out his true thoughts.
"Is there any meaning to it?" Fang Yan asked with a smile. "If you rely on doing your best to win this competition, have you really memorized all of it? Can you apply what you have learned? Can you turn this knowledge into a kind of culture, a kind of gene flow into your blood and become one with you? We don't have to do anything. I believe you will be the final winner. "
"Mr Fang …" Huang Haoran was touched.
"Okay. Go back to class, "Fang Yan said.
"Mr Fang, don't worry, we definitely won't let you down."
"I said, I believe in you." Fang Yan nodded. "Oh yes, remember to pass on what I said just now to the students …"
"…"
When Fang Yan came back, Lu Chaoge was standing in front of the window looking at the scenery.
She was expressionless, and there was something in her eyes that Fang Yan couldn't understand, but it made his heart palpitate.
Fang Yan put away his umbrella and walked in front of Lu Chaoge, asking, "Why don't you go in and sit? Your leg hasn't fully recovered, so you can't stand for too long … What do you want to eat tonight? "
"Liu Jing is dead," Lu Chaoge said.
"What?" Fang Yan was shocked. At noon, they were still sitting together chatting, and he even walked him to the entrance of this small courtyard.
He also told him to pay attention to the wind and rain outside.
He only went out for two classes, and he hadn't even finished one article. How could a living person suddenly die? Was life so fragile?
Fang Yan's expression became serious, and he said, "They are now crazy and have completely lost their minds."
"They want me to lose my mind," Lu Chaoge said.
"So, the more it is at this time, the more we need to stay calm."
"Jiang Zhuliu called and asked me to go home for dinner tonight," Lu Chaoge said.
"Asking you to go home for dinner at this time proves that Kiang Long Tan wants to have a showdown with you," Fang Yan said. "It's not convenient for you to go home for dinner at this time. Shall I go with you?"
"Okay," Lu Chaoge said, "Come with me."
Fang Yingying and Fang Haohan ran out of the room. Fang Yingying looked at Fang Yan and said, "Junior Martial Uncle, shall we go with you?"
"Okay, let's go together," Fang Yan said coldly. "Just think of it as improving our lives."
Fang Yan turned to look at Lu Chaoge and said, "I heard that you rich people eat steak and drink red wine for dinner?"
"…"
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