Nonhuman Observation Log (8)

Seeing that the time was coming, Lingxi turned around and walked towards the office, silently going through the next process. Someone passed by her, but stopped, put his hands in his pockets, and turned his head. Come here, voice undisciplined.

"Hey, good student, why are you walking so fast?"

Ling Xi turned around and saw that the person speaking was the second grader. She was not very familiar with Zhou Xingmu, but they had met occasionally at commendation meetings. The girl spoke politely and hinted calmly, "The teacher is still waiting for me."

Zhou Xingmu snorted. The two were not in the same class and their relationship was unfamiliar. It was just that he was a little unhappy because Meng Lingxi took away the first place in the midterm exam.

I originally thought that Meng Lingxi had taken two weeks off to rest at home, so she would definitely miss out on being the first in her grade this time. Unexpectedly, she still failed to pass her exam.

"Then I won't disturb you," he said forcefully, his eyes lightly passing over Lingxi in front of him, and he paused briefly.

The girl is wearing an old-fashioned school uniform. She has long, thick and fluffy hair, tied with a black hair rope. Her pupils are slightly round and soft, her eyelashes are very long, and her hair is clearly defined. Her complexion is fair and her appearance is beautiful. She looks like a standard top student.

Zhou Xingmu always had a different aura with such an honest and good student, so he raised his chin and walked towards the class.

Ayaki was silent and tapped the register with a ballpoint pen. She didn't quite understand why he suddenly stopped and wasted time talking to her. He still said useless nonsense. The girl simply shook her head and didn't think more about it.

The seats in the classroom were basically full. Sitting in Lingxi's seat was Meng Mu's assistant. She had a calm face and was waiting patiently outside the classroom. She appeared after the head teacher's speech.

Rapid footsteps sounded in the quiet corridor.

Ling Xi raised her head and said businesslike, "Ying Nan, and Ying Nan's parents, you are late."

"Sorry," Ying Nan didn't look good. Friday's incident had caused a serious psychological shadow on her. Her pressure was getting bigger and bigger. The girl bit her lip and smiled reluctantly, "We are stuck in a traffic jam on the road."

Lingxi didn't say anything, and motioned for them to go in through the back door and not to disturb the class teacher's speech.

The middle-aged man next to Ying Nan should be Ying Nan's father, who looks somewhat similar to her. He stared at Ling Xi with a strange look. It wasn't until the girl noticed that she looked up curiously that the man looked over. Turning his eyes away, Wen Wen and Ying murmured something.

Lingxi blinked, her mood showing a little confusion.

"Dad," Ying Nan lowered her voice and asked Ying's father doubtfully, "Why do you suddenly want to come to the parent-teacher conference?"

Recently, the focus of the Ying family has been on how to deal with the evil spirit Yagiri. Ying's father has had insomnia for several nights. Originally, Ying thought that his father would miss the parent-teacher meeting or simply ask his assistant to come. Unexpectedly, he actually Offer to participate.

Ying's father was still staring straight at Ling Xi. From this direction, he could only see the girl's small silhouette. She stood upright and looked at the teacher on the podium intently.

Father Ying let out a sigh of relief.

"found it."

"What?" Ying Nan didn't care to listen to the class teacher's speech, "What did you find?"

"Same destiny as that evil ghost," Ying's father said solemnly, with a crazy and fanatical expression. "This is also the only way to solve the current predicament of our Ying family."

"Are you talking about Meng Lingxi?" Her heart tightened. The method the Heavenly Master mentioned before was to sacrifice. It was not something that could be solved by putting some blood on some talismans. The sacrifice was to exchange lives for lives to suppress Yagiri.

And this object is her real classmate.

"You can also refuse," Ying's father stared at Ying Nan and spoke word by word. His voice was so low that only Ying Nan could hear, "As long as you can accept that you will become like your brother."

Ying Nan remained silent, his eyes struggling.