"vomit!"
Although Feng Xue did not really spit out the overnight meal, but poured in the food that had been packed in the cafeteria with extremely delicate techniques, the ghost brother still let out an extremely tragic neigh, and then seemed to Swinging his wavy neck like a rope, he withdrew from the window.
At this time, Feng Xue still maintained her sleepy posture, slowly rubbed her eyes, then took some glasses from the bedside and put them on her face, saying with a puzzled expression:
"Eh? That's weird, I think I vomited? Is this a dream?"
After saying that, he shook his head and sat on the bedside, flipping through the photocopies of his notes, looking like a good student.
But maybe the psychological shadow caused by his shocking vomiting on the long-necked ghost was too strong. He waited in the dormitory for half an hour, but he didn't see the ghost come back to take revenge.
"It's almost time."
Feng Xue closed her notebook and put it in her schoolbag. After giving the dormitory an incomprehensible routine, she returned to class 2 and 3 of high school.
But the moment he stepped into the door, a line of sight suddenly came over him, and the sudden focus of the line of sight made Feng Xue tremble.
"Fuck, it's a standard sight to kill when you enter the door, right?"
Feng Xue suppressed her darkening expression and looked back, and then discovered...
There seemed to be something wrong with everyone's eyes.
The gaze of the youngest member of the class, No. 30, is not the cold and forbidding kind seen in ghost stories or ghost movies, nor is it a strange, blind gaze, but a kind of...
There was a sense of curiosity in the confusion.
However, this situation disappeared again in a very short period of time. After that moment of silence, everyone began to communicate again.
Feng Xue began to think about whether he had triggered some special mechanism, until he heard that a classmate who had dinner with him at noon today was bragging to other boys——
"Why are you lying to me? I took a short nap at noon today, and when I got up, I looked like a pillar of strength! If you don't believe me, think about it, are the girls who like to sleep in class older than the girls who study all day?"
"Fuck, just for this?"
Feng Xue felt "fuck" in her heart, but she had no intention of letting down her guard. She carefully stuffed the salt that appeared out of thin air into her schoolbag, then sat back down and started reading.
This time did not last long, because soon, as the monotonous bell rang, the head teacher walked into the classroom with a dark face, and all the noise fell silent in an instant.
"Starting from Li Xiaoming in the first row, everyone will recite one sentence!"
When the students in the classroom heard this, there was an uproar. When the head teacher heard this, he immediately frowned and said:
"Why, after a few days of vacation, you even forgot to preview before class? How did I teach you before? And the texts in the first chapter of the textbook are very important. It is for your own good that you memorize them. , starting now, Li Xiaoming, you come first!"
"grass!"
After hearing the classmate known as Li Xiaoming stand up, Feng Xue, who stumbled and recited the first sentence, rolled her eyes and immediately opened the textbook. Looking at the content of the first lesson, it turned out to be Dou E's injustice.
Good guy, this thing...
"Can you memorize it?" Feng Xue counted the heads and saw his own few sentences. In order to avoid the scenes of "Teacher, I didn't memorize it" and "You stand, next, follow his back", he went to After looking back and forth to confirm that there were no pitfalls, I breathed a sigh of relief.
He is not worried that his behavior is too obvious. After all, nine out of ten people in the class are cramming.
Of course, the exception was his deskmate.
"As expected of a good deskmate at the level of Kaitan!"
Feng Xue sighed in his heart, but acted like a good student. But before he could wait, a shrill scream came from the next door——
"I'll kill you, immortal!"
As the curses poured out, the powerful aura was suppressed overwhelmingly, but in just a few breaths, the suffocating feeling disappeared quietly, as if nothing had happened.
"Another player died?"
Feng Xue sighed secretly in his heart, but he did not mean to be distracted in any way, but concentrated on facing the tests from the teachers and classmates.
After so many levels, Feng Xue still saw no trace of the elements, which made him a little concerned.
…
September 2, 2001, Sunday, weather, sunny
Feng Xue sat in the classroom with her stationery bag, looking at the test paper in front of her, her face turned dark.
He couldn't help but feel guilty, because the fantasy that he had been thinking about was now spread out in front of him——
Name: Phantom · Chinese Language Test Paper for the First Semester of Class 2, Grade 3
Elements: [knowledge], [exam], [question and answer], [understanding]
Introduction: The new semester test paper of XX Higher Experimental Middle School contains various questions about Chinese language. Please be sure to answer them carefully.
Note: You may be able to challenge and hand in a blank paper, there will be a surprise!
…
"I won't ask what the surprise is!"
Feng Xue grinned, and finally suppressed the urge to complain. Who knows if he took out a bag of salt in the examination room and would be regarded as cheating by the invigilator who was not easy to mess with at first glance?
Um, wait~!
Feng Xue suddenly felt a flash of inspiration, as if Conan was hit in the back of the head by a laser sniper rifle. Then, he casually activated the power of the money printing machine, rubbed out a small-denomination banknote, and then copied the answer to the dictation question on the above.
"Wuxiang magical power!"
Without using any hands, just with thoughts, a spiritual aura wrapped the roll of paper money, flew from the invigilator's blind spot and flew close to the ground to the feet of the student furthest away from Feng Xue in the classroom - —On the roll call, all the teachers rated him as "problem student".
"Snapped!"
The sound of the paper scroll hitting the wood was very slight, but to the invigilator, it was extremely harsh.
He turned his head at an angle that was close to the limit of human beings, and then his body slowly turned with his neck. The stiff feeling instantly reminded people that this was actually a supernatural film set from a normal campus plot.
Following the invigilator's movements, the swishing sound of writing in the classroom suddenly stopped at this moment.
"What's this?"
The teacher looked at the roll of small-denomination banknotes on the ground, and looked up at the student on the desk. The student looked at the banknote, slightly concerned, hesitated for a moment, and said truthfully:
"money?"
"Yours?" the invigilator asked, but his eyes never left the coin. The scumbag hesitated and wanted to nod, but restrained himself and shook his head.
Seeing this, the invigilator reached out and picked up the banknotes on the ground, and slowly spread them out. As the text appeared in front of his eyes, his originally peaceful expression immediately became ferocious——
"stand up!"
Regarding Yang Wei, this is true. Lack of sleep can lead to flat chests and Yang Wei. If you don’t believe it, you can take a look. Girls who study well in high school are basically flat, and those who are not flat are basically flat before junior high school.
In addition, regarding Yang Wei’s threat theory, this is also a classic. During the epidemic, no matter how we promoted masks, some people did not wear them. However, someone spread the word that the epidemic caused Yang Wei, and all the big men obediently wore masks.
As for why the ghost didn't resist... when you eat drunken shrimp, can you imagine that the shrimp will suddenly spit in your mouth?
(End of chapter)
