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Another social youth with a peach tattoo on his forearm nodded affirmatively:

"I'm sure, his class teacher lives here. I heard that Tang Ping almost had purple sand once before and ended up staying at his class teacher's house. This time he is not at home, so he will most likely be at his class teacher's house."

"High probability?"

"At least there's a chance." The peach young man didn't seem so confident.

The young man with curly yellow hair sighed, without any hope:

"Okay, then let's go to the house and ask. If you're here, let's talk and take a photo with Tang Ping. We've also caught on to this wave of popularity - where does his class teacher live?"

"I don't know. I'll see who his class teacher is later, so I can go up and ask."

The two of them squatted on the curb, puffed out smoke from a small cigarette, lowered their heads to play with their mobile phones, and looked up from time to time to confirm the situation.

Not long after, the peach young man's eyes lit up. He saw the head teacher who was going downstairs to throw away the garbage. He poked the yellow curly haired young man with his elbow:

"Hey, is it that one?"

The young man with yellow curly hair looked up and saw the class teacher. He immediately put out his cigarette and stood up excitedly:

"That's him. Let's go up and ask -"

Before he could finish speaking, his eyes suddenly went dark, his body went limp and fell forward, falling to the ground with a thud.

The slower peach young man next to him was immediately dumbfounded.

What happened? Was he attacked with a hidden weapon?

Before he could react, his eyes darkened, he staggered a few steps, and was so dizzy that he almost fell down.

It's insufficient blood supply to the brain!

The young man with yellow curly hair squatted on the curb for too long. He suddenly stood up and rushed forward. His blood could not be transported. His brain was suddenly ischemic, and he lost control of his body and fell.

The peach young man stood up a little slower and was in relatively good condition. He only staggered a few steps and managed to stabilize his body.

At the entrance of the building, the head teacher who was going out to take out the trash heard the noise and turned to look.

Seeing the young man with yellow curly hair fall to the ground in an extremely tragic posture, as if he was suffering from a serious illness, his eyelids couldn't help but twitch.

Although with his eyes, he could tell at a glance that this guy and the guy next to him were not good things.

But when he saw both of them looking like they were about to die, he couldn't help but take out his phone and walked quickly, and asked proactively:

"Are you okay? Do you want to call an ambulance?"

The peach young man breathed hard, regained his composure a little, and waved his hand.

The yellow curly-haired young man who threw himself on the street took a deep breath, finally regained his composure, and cursed, "Fuck!"

He got up on all fours, patted the dust off his body, and smiled awkwardly at the class teacher:

"It's okay, it's okay, Teacher Yang, I'm just so excited to see you."

"?" The head teacher immediately became alert!

As expected, the next words of the young man with curly yellow hair hit his pain point:

"Teacher Yang, is Tang Ping at your home?"

The head teacher's face turned cold.

"No."

After he finished speaking, he turned and left.

The young man with curly yellow hair raised his leg to stop him, but was stopped by the young man with peach hair.

"No need to ask anymore, I'm sure he's here by looking at it like this."

The peach young man whispered:

"Let's pretend to leave first, see how many floors he goes up, and then we'll be done."

The two looked at each other and reached an agreement.

The young man with yellow curly hair also shouted with pretense of regret:

"He's not here anymore. Where did he go?"

As he spoke, he walked out of the corner.

Then he immediately hid his figure and followed the class teacher who had thrown away the trash and went home. Based on the banging of the door, he confirmed the floor and house number - 304.

Putting your ear against the poor-quality old-fashioned door, you could even faintly hear the exchanges in the room.

"What's the matter, your face is so bad?"

"These idlers have very good noses. It didn't take long for them to smell the smell..."

The young man with yellow curly hair and the young man with peach blossoms were refreshed.

Really!

But why didn't I hear Tang Ping's voice? Did he speak very quietly?

The young man with yellow curly hair thought for a moment.

A flash of light.

He hurriedly pulled the peach young man downstairs and walked to a tall and tall tree in his mind. He took off his shoes and climbed up like a monkey.

Not long after, he climbed to about the third floor, took out his mobile phone to zoom in on the camera, and used the hidden protection of the leaves to check the situation inside the windows of the homeroom teacher's house.

Chapter 120: Waking up ([-] words)

"How's it going? Did you see it?" the peach young man asked.

"Don't worry, I'm still watching."

The young man with yellow curly hair looked at each window one by one.

Master bedroom, the room is empty.

In the living room, the TV was on, playing an ancient puppet show in which the actor's face was whiter than flour.

In the kitchen, an aunt is cleaning up.

Tang Ping was not seen.

Tang Ping isn't at the head teacher's house?

No, it shouldn't be in the above room.

The young man with yellow curly hair stayed on the tree and asked the peach young man to look in other directions to see if there was any place where he could climb high and see far away.

But sadly, no.

Moreover, the window on the north side has the curtains drawn and cannot be seen.

This is tricky... The young man with curly yellow hair scratched his head.

He couldn't climb up and open the curtains to see if Tang Ping was inside.

Whether that was dangerous or not, Tang Ping found out, and with how ruthless that guy was, he might become famous within two days, and be thrown into a dustpan along with Qiu Yequ.

"Dahuang, what should we do now?" Taozi young man asked in his voice.

The young man in Dahuang thought for a moment, looked solemn, and said in a low voice:

"I will continue to stay there. As long as Tang Ping is at his class teacher's house, there is no way he will not come out.

"I heard from his classmates that Tang Ping liked squatting on the toilet the most in school, so much so that the head teacher would catch him every time he was in class.

"He might be squatting at the homeroom teacher's house. The homeroom teacher dares to be angry but dare not speak out. He can only use a bottle to deal with urgent urination."

Peach Youth: "Oh...then what?"

"Then? What then?"

"Confirm that Tang Ping is really here."

"Then of course we will continue to observe and see if we can capture anything exciting."

Dahuang Youth said:

"If Tang Ping is really domineering at the homeroom teacher's house, then let's take this decisive photo, and then threaten him with the photo, oh no, persuade him, and persuade him to have more links with us.

"Isn't this much easier than trying to have a good relationship with him?"

Peach Youth: "Then you are not afraid of being punished this time?"

"Hey, what are you talking about? Qiu Yequ is just responsible for the loss, but we can get hard goods in our hands.

"And at that time, Autumn Night Music was in the light and Tang Ping was in the dark. This time, Tang Ping was in the light and we were in the dark. How do you say that, the advantage is mine!"

The big yellow young man said, holding back his excitement and slapping his thigh:

"That's it, I'm going to be a human camera today. I won't come down until I can capture conclusive evidence!"

The peach young man hesitated: "Is there a possibility that you can hang a power bank on the mobile phone and then get down?"

A mobile phone plus a power bank is much more concealed than such a large person.

Even if no one notices an adult squatting on such a big tree, how can he eat, drink, and defecate?

You can't pee on a tree in the wind. The children ran under the tree to play and felt the little water stains floating down from the sky.

They who are familiar with summer knowledge immediately understood:

Ah, it’s cicada urine!

It’s the smell of summer!

The children looked up happily, looking for the cicada on the tree.

Suddenly I saw a man with flowery arms who was trembling with pleasure after emptying his bladder...

The big yellow young man glanced at the peach young man under the tree:

"Is there another possibility? I only have one mobile phone. Even if I add yours, there are only two, and the monitoring is not complete."

They just want to be famous, not already famous. They have no professional equipment and only a mobile phone.

"Then there's no need to squat on the tree all day long." Tao Zi said.

The big yellow young man waved his hand:

"Don't worry, soon, he will be able to squat in the toilet for a whole day, right?

"In less than an hour, no, half an hour, I might be able to capture the key evidence. I don't want to become famous overnight, even Xiaohong is famous, right?"

Peach young man thought about it, it makes sense.

So I went to the convenience store and bought two bottles of drinks, and I drank one myself first.

half an hour passed...

The young man in Dahuang muttered: "Still squatting? You really can sit still."

an hour passed...

Dahuang young man's legs are numb: "My legs are numb, isn't he still numb from squatting?"

two hours passed...

The big yellow young man breathed heavily: "Still squatting, still squatting, if you keep squatting like this, sooner or later you will get hemorrhoids and prolapse!"

three hours passed...

The big yellow young man’s eyes turned red.

Tang Ping was not seen either.

I only saw the head teacher and his wife eating in the living room, and then the head teacher who won the guessing game went to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

But the big yellow young man was sitting in the tree with backache and insect bites. He was hungry and thirsty and had a strong urge to urinate. His bladder was about to burst with his legs and belly rolled up.

He cursed angrily in a low voice: "Fuck, why the hell haven't you finished squatting yet? I'm almost suffocating myself to death!"

The peach young man eating the convenience store bun below couldn't stand it:

"Dahuang, if it doesn't work, come down. He may not be at the homeroom teacher's house."

"It's impossible. His head teacher's reaction before was obviously someone at home."