Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

An Xia is naturally ruthless to Tian Xinyuan, but not ruthless to Mu Chenyuan who texted herself.

An announcement secretly rumored that An Xia had released usury in the school. It told the teachers and students of the school that Mu Chenyuan knew about it.

At this time, he was with Song Changshou.

Both of them are school teachers, and they are also two male teachers. It's normal to get together.

They are still staring at the video analysis of Chang Fan talking with others.

When the news came, the two of them stared at the phone and took the announcement seriously. After reading carefully, they heard Song Changshou sigh.

Mu Chenyuan raised his eyes and looked over.

"In this matter, you and I didn't hear any rumors while sitting in the school." Song Changshou said, "This is why we have to arrange an excellent in-service staff to pretend to be a student."

"Only by sneaking into the student group and teaming up with the students can some information be obtained in time."

"Why it was difficult for us to obtain evidence and investigate before? A large part of the reason is that the information we obtain in the school is not as timely as the students."

"Now with the addition of Ansha, those who are hidden in the student community, only in a small area in private, we don't know the secrets."

"These secrets are in the eyes of the students, or just a joke, a joke, and fun, but for us, it may be the key evidence to find the suspect."

Students are students after all, and their vigilance is limited no matter how high it is.

Professionals have specializations, and professional matters still need professionals.

As usual, she was suspicious from the moment he approached.

In the eyes of the students, Chang Fan is just a rich and rich young man, changing girlfriends faster than changing clothes.

Because I have money, I don't need to chase girls, I have to send girls home.

Rich, flower-hearted, unruly, bad-tempered, handsome-this is the impression that ordinary students have of Chang Fan.

Chang Fan in An Xia's eyes: stupid fork, pretending to be garlic, dramatist, suspect.

Two completely different views and impressions.

Mu Chenyuan agreed with Song Changshou's words, put the phone away, and came with a low voice, "So far, I only know that there is a problem with Chang Fan, but the people behind him have not dug up."

"In this way, Chang Fan is very likely not the core figure, but just a marginal figure to match the line."

The chair turned lightly, facing the computer again, the faint light of the screen dazzled his handsome face, like a layer of velvet ice, and his eyes became more and more condensed.

It was like a sword polished to the cold, sharp enough to make people dare not look directly at it too much.

"From the picture, we can see that Chang Fan's face was very bad at the time, and then look at his right hand..."

Holding the mouse, moving his slender fingers lightly, the cursor stayed on Chang Fan's right hand.

"The right hand is clenched into a fist, and his expression is restrained and forbearing. Here he should be criticized and accused, or even denied, which makes him very unwilling."

"There is something wrong on his side." When Mu Chenyuan said this, he turned his head to look at Song Changshou, "The enemy has moved, and the tail that has been hidden for a long time should also be exposed."

If the enemy doesn't move, we are very passive.

Because, when I found the school, I was in trouble, and there was no clue to go on.

Now the enemy has moved, and the dawn has been seen!

Song Changshou also thought of this level. When Mu Chenyuan finished speaking, he was already smiling.

The hero sees the same!

After sitting for several hours with a sore waist and backache, Song Changshou stretched his arms vigorously and sat in the chair, pulling his body straight.

"Comfortable…"

The heavy stone that had been pressing in my heart finally loosened, and the gloomy qi accumulated in my heart for a long time was released briefly at this moment. All of a sudden, I felt that the whole person was refreshed and refreshed.