Shaohan rolled her eyes, smiling harmless to humans and animals, but her eyes were flickering with mischief. Sitting beside him, Xingyun, who had been watching Shaohan since he raised his hand, said that she could see clearly.

There were bursts of exclamations from the crowd, and it was the movement of some girls screaming in low voices.

There were sighs and jealous murmurs from the boys.

Xingyun held her chin in her little hand and sighed helplessly.

Knowing what he was going to do next, Xing Yun lay down on the table in front of her and buried her face in her arms.

She doesn't want to reveal her identity too much.

"Professor, when my partner and I were investigating this case, the deceased Ankang said that you believed that he was the murderer of this case, but why did you just say that from the beginning, you felt that the murderer was someone else? , can you explain?"

"This, this, Shao team must have heard it wrong, and since the deceased is dead, who knows whether what he said during his lifetime is true or not?"

This is to satirize Shaohan on purpose to make him make a fool of himself.

The corners of Shaohan's lips twitched, her eyes flashed with pure and incomprehensible confusion, and she raised the voice recorder in her hand:

"But I still have a recording here, do you want everyone to listen to it?"

The old professor turned pale with fright, and after a moment of shock, he said, "No, no need, I will explain it to Team Shao alone in the future, alas, Professor Ben's heart hurts, that's it for today's class, hurry up, hurry up Call 120 and take me to the hospital..."

Anyone with a discerning eye can see that the old professor is pretending.

Shaohan snorted, turned the recorder around in his hand, and stuffed it back into Xingyun's small pink satchel.

That recording pen was carried by Xingyun, as for the recording files, of course not.

In order to let Ankang relax her vigilance, she did not use a voice recorder.

Shaohan expected that the old professor wouldn't dare to let him release that recording in public, which was enough to make him notorious in the industry, so he snorted casually.

Who let this old man talk nonsense and despise his little girl.

Seeing the excellent performance of the old professor on the spot, Xing Yun burst out laughing.

The dumb hair on Shaohan's head swayed in a dignified manner. When its owner heard Xingyun's laughter, he also raised his chin, with the words "I'm not that good" written all over his face, begging for compliments. Praise look.

Seeing Shaohan's smug and handsome face, Xingyun stood on tiptoe and rubbed Shaohan's head.

Shaohan squinted her beautiful blue eyes very usefully, and bent down slightly, so that Xingyun didn't need to tiptoe.

"This old guy is really stupid, and I don't know how he became a professor. I'm afraid he wasn't a MLM leader in his last life."

The crowd gradually dispersed, and there were still a few dying girls, who seemed to be discussing whether to come forward and ask for Shaohan's contact information.

"Let's go, there's still one afternoon left!"

Shaohan held Xingyun's hand with a face full of spring breeze, and swaggered out of the classroom door.

Even after noticing the interaction between Xingyun and Shaohan, several girls who still mustered up the courage to give it a try were ignored by Shaohan at a pace that they did not recognize.

"Where to?"

Xingyun tilted her head.

"It's fine to go anywhere, I don't choose, as long as I'm with you."

Xingyun chuckled softly.

"By the way, how did you guess that Ji Xiangyang was in the orphanage? You have never seen Ji Xiangyang before."

Ji Xiangyang never mentioned to anyone in the police department which orphanage he belonged to.