"Help! Gududu!"
More than a dozen people were splashing around in the lake. Some of them might not be able to swim, and some might be too drunk to save themselves.
Someone came with a lantern from the other side. Liang Yue took a look and saw that it was Zhou Mu again!
If he hadn't stopped her during the day, she would have been able to catch up with the monster!
Now he's here to ruin her mood again!
"There are so many nosy people."
Although Liang Yue dislikes Zhou Mu, she also knows that this academy needs upright people like him.
never mind! Enough! Go back to sleep!
The next day, rumors spread throughout the academy that Yuwen Hall was haunted.
The dining hall was extremely harmonious today, no one was making any noise, and Liang Yue finally had some duck legs.
"Actually, I think goosefoot is more delicious."
As a senior foodie, Liangyue also made a foodie friend in the academy.
"The bad goosefoot is the most delicious."
The advantage of eating with the little fat man is that everything he eats tastes particularly delicious.
"You two are the only ones with appetite in this dining hall!"
What Xiao Xuanhui said was true. As soon as the incident about the haunting last night came out, Yu Wen Guan didn't stop.
I heard that the overbearing scholar fell into the lake drunk and was frightened again. He fell ill today.
When the children in Huiwen Hall heard that there was a ghost in the academy, some were so frightened that they cried for father and mother.
Only the instigator Gu Liangyue and the heartless little fat man enjoyed the most delicious food.
"cough!"
A shadow fell next to Liang Yue. Liang Yue turned around and saw, isn't it Mr. Zhou Muzhou?
"You last night..."
Oops! He wouldn't have such sharp eyes to see himself by the lake, would he?
Liang Yue covered up her panic, stood up, glanced at the plate held by Zhou Mu, and said, "Sir, are the potatoes stuck in your throat too? Why don't you choke on the steamed buns?"
Zhou Mu was a little annoyed when he saw that this boy was not talking too big or too small.
"Respect teachers! You must remember it! Always remember it!"
Liang Yue bit her chopsticks, scolded Xiao Xuanhui next to her, and whispered: "He's not a demon, right?"
Xuanhui ignored Liangyue.
Zhou Mu added: "I went to look for you in your house last night, but I didn't see you. I apologize to you for being here today. My words yesterday were indeed inappropriate..."
"That's quite inappropriate!"
Do you know how much you have delayed me?
Liang Yue looked directly at Zhou Mu with wide eyes, and saw that his face turned pale and green again, and then she remembered that this was an academy and Zhou Mu was the teacher.
Liang Yue changed her words: "Haha, it's okay, sir, don't worry about it!"
When Liang Yue saw Zhou Mu opening his mouth again, as if he was going to make a long speech, she quickly pulled Xiao Xuanhui and ran away.
The little fat man held a duck leg in each hand and shouted at Liang Yue's back: "Hey! Why are you always in such a hurry!"
Liang Yue and Xiao Xuanhui flew to the Yuwen Hall and found the overbearing scholar's dormitory. The two of them entered invisibly.
As expected, the domineering scholar fell ill and was having a nightmare at the moment, talking in his sleep: "Who! Help! Ghost! Boat! Water!"
"It seems he really doesn't know how to swim. Let's just give him a small punishment but a big warning!"
Liang Yue is not a saint, and she does not want to save everyone she meets. What's more, this man is really not worth saving.
"It's all your fault."
Xiao Xuanhui grabbed Liang Yue's pigtails and wouldn't let go.
"Use magic randomly again! Just..."
"What's going on? Are you going to throw me into the wilderness again?" Liang Yue slapped Xuan Hui back, "That's all you can do!"
"Do you know how much you deserve a beating?"
Xuanhui couldn't bear it any longer. She had been giving in to the little loser these past two days, but when she didn't do well, she became even more presumptuous!
"Whether you deserve a beating or not, you have your crazy father to discipline you. If you don't do it right, there's still a master! Who do you think I belong to? A superior or a subordinate? A boss or an employee? Then it seems like I, the demon boss, should be the one to discipline you?"
"you!"
Xiao Xuanhui's face was still stained with baby fat, and his angry-red face was as intoxicating as a peach blossom.
"You can't defeat me, can you?"
The two were arguing when there was movement at the door. Xiao Xuanhui covered Liang Yue's mouth and both looked at the figure at the door.
The door was opened, and the person at the door had a bruised nose and face, and his original appearance was unrecognizable.
It's only been one night and it's swollen like a steamed bun. Doesn't this person know how to apply medicine?
The person with a bruised nose and face was the scholar in the sack that Liang Yue rescued last night.
The scholar walked in quietly, turned around quickly and closed the door.
The cowardly scholar first checked the whole room, even opened the suitcase and looked at it, then walked to the sleeping domineering scholar and slowly knelt down.
He took out a hemp rope from his sleeve and wrapped it around the domineering scholar's neck.
"Is this your revenge?"
The cowardly scholar was so frightened that he immediately retracted his hand and covered his head.
The cowardly scholar turned around, saw that there was no one else in the room, and slowly breathed a sigh of relief.
He must have been tortured to the point of going crazy and hallucinating.
The scholar's hand held the rope again.
"The marks of suicide and homicide are different."
That soft voice sounded again!
The cowardly scholar retracted his hand again, his shoulders seemed to be pressed by something...
Could it be that it's a ghost?
He turned around slightly, only to find a child standing behind him, with his little hand on his shoulder. The hand was so strong that he felt as if his shoulders were slumped.
"It's really different!"
Liang Yue stepped forward, pointed at the overbearing scholar's neck, and said: "The rope mark for hanging himself should be a little higher."
"You! Where did you come from? When did you come in?"
"Before you."
Liang Yue untied the rope, took it in her own hand, held one end of the rope with one hand, and explained: "You don't do heavy work, and there are no calluses on your hands. When the time comes, how are you going to explain to the policeman what you left on your hands?" Where are the wounds?"
The cowardly scholar grabbed the rope, stood up and ran away. He ran to the door and tried to pull it open, but it couldn't be opened!
"Ghost! You are the ghost from last night!"
"Yes! I am!"
Liang Yue simply followed the cowardly scholar's words.
"After he is dead, have you confirmed that no one will dare to bully you anymore? Have you never thought about why others bully you? Just because your family is in decline and your status is not what it used to be?"
Liang Yue floated to the cowardly scholar with his back pressed against the door, and threw the rope to him: "If you don't understand this, no matter how many academies you change, no matter what you do in the future, it will be useless."
"You, you, you! Don't eat me!"
The cowardly scholar hugged his head, curled up into a ball, and cried, "No! Don't hit me! I was wrong! I don't dare anymore! I don't dare anymore! I...Father! I was wrong !”
"Ouch! Father! I don't dare anymore! Don't hit me!"
"I don't have a cowardly son like you."
Liang Yue originally wanted to stimulate him, but found that his eyes were dull and he was foaming at the mouth, which was obviously a stress reaction.
I guess it was because I was beaten and scolded by a strict father since I was a child. It's no wonder that I have such a cowardly character.
The cowardly scholar lay on the ground, holding his head and crying, snot and tears wiped his face without saying anything, and he was still shivering.
"Okay! If you cry again, you will really attract ghosts!"
Liang Yue said, "You can't read well anyway, so you might as well use your feet to travel around the world and cure the problems in your heart first!"
Liang Yue opened the door and disappeared, taking the rope away with her.
"I hate it when people cry!"
