The Reborn Scholar Wants To Counterattack

"This is the first time since yesterday!"

"Who are these people? I came to see them after two consecutive classes and didn't see them! Isn't it enough to steal once? It's so shameless.

Listening to this, it seemed like something had been stolen.

Is there anything in the bulletin board that can be stolen?

Pang Yiqin also felt a little curious in his heart, and asked aloud: "What are you talking about?"

"My boyfriend!" One of the short-haired girls said angrily.

When she turned around, she saw her 'male god' standing behind her.

The short-haired girl's eyes widened instantly, her mouth was trembling with excitement, and she couldn't even form a complete sentence: "Gu Gu Gu..."

Gu Weimian tilted his head and asked in a low voice, "Has someone been stolen?"

The security situation at Dechang Middle School is so bad that human traffickers can even break into the school?

The short-haired girl's face turned red: "No, no, no... no," she lowered her head, with obvious shyness on her face, twisting her clothes with her fingers, "Yes... it's a photo, a photo of a man and a goddess.

Gu Weimian was stunned for a moment and glanced at the blank space in the middle of the bulletin board.

Photos stolen?

Out of the corner of his sight, he happened to catch Gu Siyu's eyes.

A gloomy look flashed across Gu Siyu's face, and she turned around suddenly.

Gu Weimian's eyes were light, and he withdrew his gaze, looking at the short-haired girl who spoke before with a smile: "The photo is gone, just say no to the people in the student union.

The short-haired girl kept twirling her fingers: "Well, I've already reported this many times."

Her voice was so delicate that it almost made her cry.

Gu Weimian didn't understand the girl's reaction, but didn't think much about it: "Has it been stolen many times?"

"Yeah, I've lost at least ten of them so far!"

The corners of Gu Weimian's mouth twitched.

What is all this about?

What are you doing stealing photos?

Gu Weimian rubbed her temples. Is she, a woman in her thirties at heart, unable to keep up with the brain circuits of these teenagers?

The short-haired girl looked at Gu Weimian with watery eyes and opened her mouth, wanting to say something.

Pang Yiqin quickly pulled Gu Weimian aside and said, "If you don't go, the cafeteria will soon be out of food."

Gu Weimian said "Oh", frowned and glanced at the bulletin board, but without asking any more questions, he slowly followed Pang Yiqin away.

In front of the passing hurdle, the short-haired girl looked at the 'male god' walking away and covered her chest sadly.

And behind her were dozens of girls covering their chests.

…

After returning from dinner, Gu Weimian lay on the table and was about to take another nap. In her sight, her table was suddenly submerged by a stack of A4 paper that was almost half the height of a person.

Her vision was blocked and she could barely see anywhere else.

Gu Weimian looked up, and Chu Shaoze's elegant and handsome face emerged from the side of the document.

"Classmate Gu, long time no see."

Gu Weimian frowned, raised his chin slightly, and pointed at the pile of information in front of him: "What is this?"

Chu Shaoze pursed his lips and smiled: "It's the registration book."

Register?

Seeing Gu Weimian's confused look, Chu Shaoze explained: "It's the medicine purchase register."

In his heart, he was sweating for those classmates who wanted to buy medicine.

Could it be that Gu Weimian had completely forgotten about this matter?

"Oh." Gu Weimian reacted. She looked at the overwhelming registration book, her mouth twitching slightly, "So many?"

Were there so many before?

It seems not?