Not long after I returned to school last month, my sister liked to go out for a walk at night.
The door of our school dormitory is usually kept open at night.
Therefore, some young lovers will appear on the school podium, playground, or stone benches in the woods to fall in love at night.
But just a few days after I returned to school, a senior sister posted on our school forum that the woods to the east of our school’s lovers’ sanctuary were haunted.
She said that she and her boyfriend were sitting on a stone bench in the woods playing mobile games that night, when she suddenly felt something touching her.
When she looked back, she found a "little female ghost" with a watermelon head grinning at her and putting her hands inside her clothes. She almost died of fright at that time.
She said that by the time she reacted, the "little female ghost" with the watermelon head had disappeared.
As a result, many people responded to her post, saying that they had indeed seen a little girl with a watermelon head in the woods, and she made a very obscene laugh every time.
When I saw that post, my face turned green and I instantly knew it was my sister.
Hell, who else but my sister.
That day, I caught my sister and scolded her. Finally, after eating her three chestnuts, my sister promised not to show up at school in the future.
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The mind returns from memories to reality.
My sister nodded: "Don't worry, I won't show up. I will just stroll around the school and won't disturb those young lovers."
After transmitting the message to me, she disappeared in front of me.
I shook my head, then silently turned on the computer and started playing blackmail with my three sons.
As a result, we played all night.
One short night was very long. With the joint training of my three sons, I easily fell from diamond to platinum.
Lei Peng, the worst person, insisted on calling us three cheaters, and uninstalled the game with an angry look on his face, vowing that he would never touch the game again in the future.
Time flies so fast and Monday is here in a blink of an eye.
I haven't had any trouble these past two days.
I went to class on Monday morning, and during the second period, the counselor asked me to go to her office.
When I came to the counselor's office, I walked to her desk.
The counselor's surname is Wang, and her name is Wang Ping. She is about twenty-four or five years old. She usually wears fashionable clothes and looks about the same age as our students.
She wore a fashionable brand today and had her hair tied into a ponytail. She was leaning on a chair and staring at the computer screen, with a hint of cuteness on her face.
She didn't react until I got closer.
I glanced at her computer screen, and instantly, my heart tightened.
On her computer screen was Lin Qian's file.
Why would she, a freshman counselor, read Lin Qian's file?
The most important thing is that Lin Qian and I are not from the same department.
I coughed lightly: "Teacher Wang."
She was stunned for a moment, then looked at me: "I called you here to ask you something. Is Lin Qian your girlfriend?"
Me: "...Why do you say that?"
She frowned and said, "There were a lot of posts about you two on the school forum before. Didn't they all say that you successfully caught up with Lin Qian?"
Me: "...Teacher Wang, this should be considered my private matter. Are you a bit gossipy?"
She glared at me: "I want to know, where is Lin Qianren?"
Me: "...can you still control Lin Qian? She is not from our department."
Wang Ping tapped her cell phone: "I know she is not from our department, but I have a good relationship with her counselor. She hasn't been to school for a long time, and her counselor, Teacher Zhang, can't contact her. This is not true. , I thought of you, so I asked you."
I casually said: "The last time we contacted her was during the Chinese New Year, and then we stopped contacting her. As for where she went, I don't know."
"You really don't know?" Wang Ping obviously didn't believe me.
I said speechlessly: "I really don't know."
"Okay, then you can go back." Wang Ping waved her hand and glared at me again, her face full of displeasure.
That expression seemed to say, demo, let’s see how I deduct credits from you this semester.
"Okay, goodbye, teacher." I turned around and prepared to leave.
"Wait a minute..." Wang Ping whispered.
I immediately stopped and turned to look at her: "What's wrong, Teacher Wang?"
"I know your family situation. I have applied for the poverty subsidy for this semester. Please fill out this form." She said while giving me a form.
Then he stared at me and said: "Wang Jianfei, you don't come from a poor family. Even if the shoes on your feet are high-quality imitations, they cost hundreds of dollars, right? And these clothes on your body, they look terrible." You don’t look like an A-grade person. Don’t try to compare yourself with other students.”
I said with a grimace: "Teacher, this poverty subsidy should be given to other students in need. I don't need it."
"Really not necessary?" Wang Ping looked confused, "I remember I asked you about your family situation when you first came here. You said that your parents died young and you were adopted by an old man, right?"
"Yes, that's my master. My master is not short of money, and I am not short of money either." Looking at the filling form on the table, I couldn't speak out of conscience.
Wang Ping quickly put away the form and looked at me curiously: "What does your master do?"
"Mr. Feng Shui specializes in helping rich people choose burial sites." I hesitated again.
Wang Ping snorted: "I've heard of this business, and it's really profitable. OK, I understand. But you didn't come to school for two months after the Chinese New Year. How did you get the leaders at the school to greet me and help you?" Asking for leave?"
"Relationships in the city." I almost went crazy with the question.
Wang Ping looked surprised: "Do you still have connections in the city? Which unit? Which institution?"
"Jiangnan Supernatural Events Investigation Bureau." I read the words on the door plate of Jiangnan Supernatural Events Bureau.
Wang Ping suddenly raised the corners of her mouth slightly, then stared at me and smiled: "Wang Jianfei, I found that you are not like Mr. Xue said. You have no bad intentions and you are straight."
The three words "Master Xue" rang in my ears like thunder.
I stared at Wang Ping with wide eyes and disbelief.
Damn, is she also from Xue Xinzhu?
No, how could my counselor be from Xue Xinzhu?
Wang Ping's face began to change at this time, and turned into Zhao Zier's face: "Does it look familiar? Is it a surprise?"
With a thought in my mind, I took out the evil dragon guide.
Wang Ping's office is a single room, and there are only two of us in the office at this time.
Her face turned back to Wang Ping's: "My name is Zhao Yin'er, and I am Zhao Zi'er's sister. We are the managers arranged by Mr. Xue at Blue Star. Since you and Chen Xiaoxu took away my sister Zhao Zi'er from the Jiangnan Supernatural Bureau, , I am in pain every day. But Mr. Xue refuses to help save Zi'er, so I can only find a way to get close to you personally. Now that I have your counselor Wang Ping in my hands, I know that replacing her with my sister will definitely not be enough. Let me tell you a secret about the mole arranged by Mr. Xue next to you..."
