The woman named Liu Ruixue was about to say something, but when she saw the boy actually walked out with the book, she was shocked and speechless... Then she looked back at Meng Zhe, and then ran away as if running away. Out of the library door.
Song Jiang looked at Liu Ruixue's back in surprise, then turned to Meng Zhe and said, "What did you do? Didn't you say you can't get out of the gate if you don't register?!"
Meng Zhe smiled proudly and said, "What do you know...the books borrowed by these two spirits were all transformed by their own thoughts, and this ability was given by this library, so naturally they cannot take it away without permission." of."
"Then why did the child take the book away just now?" Song Jiang couldn't wait to ask Meng Zhe before he finished speaking.
At this time, Meng Zhe glanced at the dimly lit library and said in a disdainful tone, "I am the White Tiger Divine Lord, so why is this so difficult... It's just that I haven't figured out the meaning of this library's existence until now. what exactly is it?!"
The time soon came to the next morning. Song Jiang was still standing at the door waiting for Director Xu's figure, but Meng Zhe repeatedly poured cold water on him and said, "What are you waiting for? Didn't I tell you, that old man The guy won’t come.”
After hearing this, Song Jiang glared at him and said, "You still have the nerve to call others an old guy?! Compared to you, Lao Xu is just a little older. How many years younger are they than you?"
After hearing this, Meng Zhe not only did not refute, but actually nodded and said, "That's right... He is indeed a junior in front of me, but who asked me to find a young body?"
Song Jiang didn't want to continue arguing with Meng Zhe, but he also knew that waiting like this was not an option. After all, he was just an ordinary person, and he couldn't stay in the store all the time. In addition, there was basically nothing during the day. Guests, so Song Jiang couldn't care about that much anymore, so he just locked the door and left.
Working for 24 hours continuously made Song Jiang's mind a little dizzy. He originally planned to take Meng Zhe to have some breakfast, but when he passed by a shopping mall, he saw today's news being played on the big screen outside. Morning news.
"According to our reporter, an accidental fall occurred in Beidu No. 1 Middle School last night. A high school sophomore named Chen Yaoxuan died on the spot..."
Although it was only a very brief piece of news, it instantly attracted the attention of passers-by. Song Jiang could tell at a glance that the deceased was none other than the high school student who went to the library to borrow the college entrance examination question book last night.
"How could it be him?!" Song Jiang said with a shocked look on his face.
But Meng Zhe asked, "Why can't it be him... Don't think about it, if that kid is an old ghost, how could he not know the rules in the library? So he must be a new ghost who just died. He ran over to borrow books in confusion. I guess he didn’t even know that he was dead at the time. Otherwise, how could he still be thinking about the college entrance examination if he was already dead?”
When Song Jiang heard that Meng Zhe actually knew about the college entrance examination, he said with a funny face, "It sounds like you have also taken the college entrance examination..."
Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe said happily, "I have never participated, but the real Meng Zhe did. That memory was like purgatory for him, so it left a particularly deep impression... In fact, in my opinion, this The college entrance examination is not much different from the ancient imperial examination system, it is just a way to find a good future for yourself, but now the college entrance examination is more popular."
Song Jiang nodded after hearing this and said, "The college entrance examination is indeed a nightmare for most people. I have graduated for so many years, and sometimes I still dream about the terrifying scene of going to the college entrance examination without my admission ticket."
After hearing this, Meng Zhe patted Song Jiang's somewhat messy head and said, "It seems that you were not a good student with excellent grades back then!"
When Song Jiang heard this, he was immediately unconvinced and said, "You are the god of all directions, and your knowledge is so shallow! Who told you that the definition of a good student must be good grades? Does it mean that students with good grades will not do bad things in the future? Grades Will poor children definitely become the scum of society in the future? I don’t think so!”
Meng Zhe saw that Song Jiang's mood suddenly became a little excited, so he smiled and asked, "What? Could it be that you were excluded because you were not good at studying when you were in high school?!"
Perhaps because Meng Zhe had hit his mark, Song Jiang said with a lonely expression, "It is wrong to define a child by his or her grades. Everyone has different talents and cannot be generalized. Otherwise, the true talents of many children will be wiped out."
When Meng Zhe saw Song Jiang's expression, he knew that he must have encountered something unhappy back then. Although he wanted to comfort him, he didn't know what to say. After all, there are some things that cannot be truly understood without personal experience, so he had to transfer. The topic said, "That kid must love to study. The books he borrowed until his death were all college entrance examination exercises. How could he not think about committing suicide?!"
Song Jiang was stunned for a moment, and then immediately asked, "You said the child committed suicide?"
Meng Zhe nodded and said, "Well, it must have been suicide. In fact, each undead has a color of breath on its head to mark their different ways of death. Your eyes are definitely invisible at the moment. …And last night, the boy’s head had a gray aura that represented suicide.”
"But didn't the news just say that he fell accidentally?" Song Jiang said with a surprised look on his face.
Meng Zhe sighed as soon as he heard it, "I believe it when I say it... you are so cute and stupid."
After hearing this, Song Jiang's face became a little uncertain, because if the child died of suicide, then the reason for his suicide would be hard to say... In fact, Song Jiang almost committed suicide when he was in high school. If he hadn't been killed by the school, The security guard bumped into him, he must have suffered the same fate as that child.
In the breakfast shop, Song Jiang was eating the fried dough sticks in his hand one bite after another. Meng Zhe, who was standing by him, saw that he hadn't said anything for a long time, so he asked curiously, "What are you thinking about?"
Song Jiang sighed after hearing this, "I'm thinking about that high school student named Chen Yaoxuan, and I don't know what he was for... It's such a pity that he died so young."
At this time, Meng Zhe took a bite of the deep-fried dough stick stuffed with ham in his hand and said, "Everyone has his own destiny... There is nothing we can do about it. In fact, everyone has a few days of bad luck in their life. If you survive it, your life will be better." It goes well, if you can't survive it, you will be reincarnated."
When Song Jiang heard this, he said angrily, "What do you mean, if you have bad luck, you must die?"
After hearing this, Meng Zhe took a sip from the cup of soy milk coffee in front of him, and then said slowly, "When I say bad luck, I don't mean encountering bad things or adversities in life, but simply bad luck. good……"
