Chapter 7

"You saw it too, right? What happened just now was absolutely, absolutely—"

Chu Zhongyuan murmured softly, his voice so soft that it seemed as if he was talking to himself.

"It's true."

Gu Qingming pushed his black square-framed glasses and looked at the hideous cut not far away with a serious expression.

The green wind was still surrounding him, spreading his perception further away.

The paper man has turned into the most ordinary pieces of white paper, scattered aside.

Everything that just happened is indisputably true.

It turns out that the special powers and strange monsters that only exist in novels and comics really exist in the world.

The worldview that the teenagers had cultivated over the years collapsed and reshaped in an instant, but compared to what Gu Qingming had originally imagined, he and Chu Zhongyuan's emotions were relatively stable.

Gu Qingming even felt somewhat self-deprecatingly thankful: It’s great that the unlucky guy chosen is him, a person who has nothing to cling to anymore, and not someone else with a happy family and both parents.

"Lantai No. 1 Middle School...did something happen recently?"

Gu Qingming thought of Chu Zhongyuan's proficiency in using his special abilities, which did not seem like his first time, and the different types and styles of paper figures and candles in his bag when he first met him, which seemed to have captured a glimpse of the truth.

The companion beside me seemed to have something else to say.

“You realized it, too.”

Chu Zhongyuan touched his nose awkwardly. He sighed, and was surprised at how sharp Yu Qingming was. At the same time, he told him about his previous experiences one by one.

About how he awakened his supernatural powers, and how he was entangled by the paper man in the short time he was separated from Gu Qingming.

And...the reason for the recent strange atmosphere at Lantai No. 1 Middle School.

Three days before Gu Qingming transferred here, a strange incident happened on the senior building. A senior student suddenly laughed uncontrollably in the dormitory at night as if possessed by evil spirits, and then fainted.

According to an insider who shared the same dormitory, the senior student seemed to have just completed the luck-changing ritual that had recently become popular throughout the school, following all the necessary steps, before he fainted.

Chu Zhongyuan instinctively felt that this strange luck-changing ritual was not a good thing, but his roommates all disagreed with it and were still preparing to carry out the luck-changing ritual as planned. In desperation, Chu Zhongyuan could only find an excuse to put away the various props they had prepared in order to delay the time. This was also the reason why Gu Qingming had just seen those different types of paper figurines and candle props.

Unexpectedly... As a possessor of special abilities, Chu Zhongyuan lost his consciousness simply by storing those paper figures and candles. He was controlled to complete the luck-changing ritual. The weird paper monster came to his door, and his ending was a hundred times more miserable than that of the senior who fainted.

“…There is something wrong with this luck-changing ritual.”

Gu Qingming pondered for a moment, not knowing whether to say that he was unlucky or lucky.

To say he was unlucky, he met Chu Zhongyuan who was in the same note-taking dilemma as him. To say he was lucky, he transferred to a school where strange monsters lurked, which went against part of his original intention of transferring.

I should find some time to tell Mr. Lu Ze the details...

Gu Qingming secretly made up his mind that even if he didn't want to trouble this kind uncle anymore, everything before him was no longer serious enough for them to solve.

The area near the dormitory building was not a safe place for exchanging information. After he and Chu Zhongyuan briefly exchanged their experiences, they hurried back to their respective dormitories, pretending that nothing had happened.

Chu Zhongyuan tossed and turned in bed for a long time. He looked at the night outside the window, but found that he could not fall asleep at all.

The moonlight shone through a corner of the window, making it impossible for him to give up thinking about someone's shadow.

“Really…”

The figure of the young man riding the wind was engraved in his mind and he could never forget it.

“It’s dazzling.”

Chu Zhongyuan looked at his hands. A faint fluorescent light was swirling around his fingertips, to a level that would not be noticed by anyone.

So dazzling.

At that moment, Gu Qingming really seemed like a free, unrestrained, fearless and proud wind.

Nothing like him at all.

Chu Zhongyuan's profile was buried in the shadow by the moonlight, and for a moment it became terrifyingly cold.

At the same time, Gu Qingming had a very difficult night in the grocery room because of the paper man. The next day, with a pair of terrible dark circles under his eyes, he hurried into the teaching building at the time of the morning reading bell.

When he sneaked to the back door of Class 7, the Chinese teacher had already started walking around the classroom.

Thanks to Gu Qingming's table and chair being located in the perfect lookout position closest to the back door, it was very convenient to sneak in without anyone noticing.

Seizing the opportunity, the boy tiptoed and took advantage of the moment when the Chinese teacher turned around, took a step forward and teleported to his seat.

Gu Qingming had just taken off his schoolbag when the morning reading bell rang, marking the start of standing morning reading.

"Stand up! Students, please take out the reading materials on the blackboard and read aloud with passion and enthusiasm to show the spirit of the students of No. 1 Middle School!"

Jiang Hanzhang, the monitor of Class 7, shouted loudly, and the classmates said they understood the subtext - usually when the monitor talks so much, it means that the leaders of the school are coming to inspect again, and everyone needs to be more restrained.

All the students in Class 7 were used to it and stood up from their seats in unison. The class representative had already written today's morning reading assignment on the blackboard. Gu Qingming watched He Song awkwardly find the Chinese textbook among a pile of messy bookends filled with test papers, and kindly helped point out the location.

Then he took his brand new textbook, turned to the third unit and began to recite ancient poems without emotion.

The Chinese teacher walked past Gu Qingming and glanced at him meaningfully, as if warning him not to step on time again and almost be late. Then he floated away from the back door beside Gu Qingming, with an immortal temperament.

Gu Qingming breathed a sigh of relief.

Seeing that the Chinese teacher had disappeared into Class 6 next door, He Song, who was holding the Chinese textbook in his left hand and trying to cover himself up while writing formulas on the Mathematics 5-3 with his right hand, came over mysteriously as if a strange mechanism had been opened.

"Brother, listen first, have you noticed that the atmosphere in the entire corridor is very heavy today?"

Gu Qingming raised his eyebrows and motioned He Song to continue.

Although he was extremely tired on the way here, Gu Qingming also noticed something strange: the entire corridor was unusually silent. Before the morning reading teacher came, not even a single class was as bustling as a normal class.

Everyone was very quiet.

He Song looked around and found that no one noticed the movement here, so he lowered his voice and continued speaking.

"A message was also posted in the 2019 class group of 1,000 people yesterday, but you probably didn't see it. Several students in our grade went crazy in the dormitory last night."

He Song's expression gradually became serious.

"And... their roommates all said that they performed a luck-changing ritual before they went crazy."

"All?"

Gu Qingming's face looked very ugly. Yesterday, when they were locked outside the dormitory building and fighting the paper monster, the same thing that happened to the senior student happened in the dormitory building, and this time, there were more people.

It was as if the dormitory door separated two worlds.

"Yeah, I don't know why it happened so suddenly. If you went back to your uncle's house for a day trip last night, you would have seen the police car at the gate this morning..."

He Song sounded like he didn't know that the same thing had happened in the senior class not long ago, and his expression was worried and doubtful.

"I hope it can be resolved soon..."

Gu Qingming sighed upon hearing this, and made up his mind that after the morning reading get out of class, he would reluctantly give up sleeping and breakfast and go to the next class, Class 8, to exchange information with Chu Zhongyuan.

The Chinese teacher's figure came back from Class 6 next door. The moment the Chinese teacher stepped into the front door of the classroom, the ancient poetry recitation of Class 7 suddenly changed from dull and the voices suddenly became louder.

The Chinese teacher nodded approvingly, walked around the classroom twice, and then went out through the back door.

One minute after the Chinese teacher left the back door, the morning reading sounds of Class 7 suddenly weakened and became almost silent, and everyone began to whisper.

"I heard that not only those students had problems, but also a strange dent like a knife mark suddenly appeared on the ground outside the dormitory building last night... Everyone saw it when the wake-up bell rang..."

"I heard some strange noises in the hallway last night. Our school can't really..."

Most of them were talking about the strange things that happened in the dormitory building last night, but there were also some smart people who were discussing the afternoon class divisions.

Zhang Yiwei had a headache.

Gu Qingming suddenly felt a little sorry for the headmaster at an inappropriate time.

"By the way, brother, after you chose history, geography and biology, have you roughly guessed which class you will be assigned to this afternoon?" He Song had just finished filling in two math questions under the cover of his Chinese textbook when he turned around and glanced at Gu Qingming, who attacked him with a look of disgust.

Lantai No. 1 Middle School has always been very efficient. Zhang Yiwei adheres to the principle of dividing classes as early as possible. Before the total scores of the subject examinations came out, a notice was sent to the parents' group last night, announcing that the classes would be divided during the third and fourth classes this afternoon.

But I didn’t expect that apart from this incident, the whole “spotlight” was overshadowed.

"......It's OK as long as it's not Class 15. I heard from the class monitor Jiang Hanzhang that the head teacher of Class 15 seems to be a rich second-generation idler who came from nowhere. I don't know how to get along with such people. Besides, Class 15 was originally located in an empty classroom. Zhang Yiwei said that it seems that we have to move the desks there ourselves."

At this point, Gu Qingming shuddered. He was not in a good mental state due to insomnia yesterday. He felt a headache when he thought about carrying his table, which was not even warm yet, down to the 4th floor, and then walking a long way to the annex of Huizhi Building.

He Song was silent for a while, then patted his shoulder, hesitant to speak: "Then I wish you good luck."

There are only two classes in the subject combination of history, geography and biology that Gu Qingming chose, and the chances are either 15 or 14, a 50-50 probability. He can only choose to wish Gu Qingming good luck.

The leisure time passed in a flash, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for the second class in the afternoon.

Today is the third day after the class placement test. The total scores of all nine subjects have been distributed to the newly appointed class teachers after the placement test. The third and fourth classes in the afternoon are used for class placement, and the second class is the farewell class for the class teachers.

The already old head teacher of Class 7 was reluctant to let the students of Class 7 go and earnestly told them to make good use of their time and study hard in their second year of high school, and not to upset the new head teacher after the class division. He spoke from the bottom of his heart and even ignored the bell for the end of get out of class and delayed the last class of Class 7.

But this time no students made a fuss and asked for the get out of class to end.

After all, this is the first separation in high school. The brothers and sisters who had finally become familiar with each other in high school have to go their separate ways again. The whole class is still very sad. It is never as convenient to change classes after class as to be in the same class. After that, most of the relationships are inevitably alienated and no longer the same as before.

After the teacher finished his speech and left, Gu Qingming, with a heavy heart, took advantage of the break time of the second class. He squeezed into the crowd gathered in the corridor and glanced at his class after the division. His face instantly twisted without caring about the sadness of separation from He Song.

It was an extremely eye-catching and hideous "15".

When He Song saw Gu Qingming's face turn gloomy, he relied on his agility to squeeze over to take a look at the fun, then he couldn't help but burst out laughing, a laugh that was so earth-shattering that it made the world weep and the ghosts cry.

“Hahahahahahahahaha shit I’m dying of laughter, you just said yesterday that you should never go to Class 15 hahahahahahahahahaha shit I’m sorry, even though you look pitiful, but let me laugh for a while first————hiccup.”

He Songxiao collapsed on the ground, completely unable to move. Gu Qingming covered his face and was too lazy to punch or kick a brain-disabled person. The sadness that he had initially felt because of being separated from his childhood friend He Song and his junior high school classmate Jiang Hanzhang disappeared completely.

Now he just wanted to travel back to the first day of school in the first grade of junior high school and strangle Gu Qingming who was talking to He Song.

Fortunately, He Song was not shameless enough to lie on the ground motionless for hours. If it was Chu Zhongyuan from Class 7 next door, he might have done the same. He still had some dignity.

He Song rolled over, ignoring the stunned or laughing crowd, and rushed over to grab Gu Qingming who was walking to the corner of the corridor, and said in a very serious manner:

"I'm in Class 14, and so is the monitor, Jiang Hanzhang. We're next door to each other, uh...although we're upstairs, but if you run into any trouble, just tell us two brothers - you must tell us!"

He knew that Gu Qingming was a strong-willed person, but being strong-willed sometimes could not solve everything. As a good friend of Gu Qingming, He Song did not want his friend to hold on in such a difficult situation, or in a situation where he really could not hold on. If that happened, what was the point of having friends like them?

Gu Qingming was stunned for a moment. He looked at He Song's rare serious expression, put down his hands that were covering his face, and smiled.

"Don't worry, I'm not someone who overestimates my own abilities."

Gu Qingming knew very well what He Song was worried about.

He Song felt relieved after hearing the reply. He returned to his usual playful smile and turned around to wave to Gu Qingming.

"See you during evening study, Lao Gu! I'm going to the Academic Affairs Office to help Jiang Hanzhang distribute books first."

"See you at evening self-study." Gu Qingming replied, watching He Song flying downstairs at a speed of dust. The smile on the corner of his mouth showed a sense of ease and joy that he himself did not even notice.