The first period was a history class.

Today, Mu Junyan wore a blue long gown, resembling the attire of an ancient scholar, exuding a strong scholarly air yet not appearing frail.

On the contrary, his eyes were very deep, and occasionally when you met them, you felt like you were being sucked in.

Unlike other teachers who lecture with great enthusiasm and passion, Mu Junyan's tone was unhurried, a blend of gentleness and strictness. He possessed an invisible magic that drew even the most inattentive students to his lectures, making them listen with rapt attention.

Next week is the last test before the final exams. Mu Junyan helped everyone review the key points, and about half an hour later he distributed the test preparation guide he had prepared for the students to do.

The students around him buried their heads and cried, occasionally frowning and burying their heads in their hands, showing expressions of utter despair.

Needless to say, they were all silently screaming, "The questions are too hard, I can't do them!"

Wu Yue sped up her work, her mind still replaying something that deeply concerned her: Song Suian and Wu Nian.

She felt it was necessary to find out what was going on from the boy in the school uniform.

Without realizing it, she drew two simple sketches of "Song Suian" on the draft paper, one large and one small, and put a question mark between them.

Yan Chiyu, who was standing to the side, had also finished his questions early. Seemingly having discerned her thoughts, he had Cuihua, who was lying seductively in Wuyue's drawer, deliver the message.

Cuihua took out a piece of white paper and wrote crookedly on it.

Are you thinking of Song Sui'an?

This opening remark successfully caught Wu Yue's attention. She nodded casually, but Yan Chiyu understood what she meant.

I'll investigate with you.

The owner muttered to himself again while doing the quiz.

He said Miss Wuyue looked aloof.

I chicken out at the sight of ghosts.

However, he loves to meddle in other people's business.

However, the owner also said,

He has the ability to get Miss Wuyue to meddle in other people's business.

He can protect her.

—From Tiezhu's Treasured Little Journal

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Upon receiving Yan Chiyu's words, Wu Yue felt relieved and quite beautiful.

After finishing her homework and having some free time, she played with the black carbon pen in her hand, twirling it nimbly.

Her clear, snowy eyes swept leisurely across the classroom, taking in the various activities. She saw some students secretly passing notes to each other to pass answers, and she also saw some students using dice to answer multiple-choice questions.

Her gaze swept across the classroom before quickly settling on Mu Junyan. This time, however, her fixed gaze almost made her forget this beautiful world.

Mu Junyan sat on the podium, slightly turned to the side. Behind him stood two men, one dressed in black and the other in white, holding a book of fortune and a book of life and death.

Wu Yue faintly sensed a fluctuation of spiritual energy coming from the podium. Mu Junyan did not speak, but he was obviously talking to the two people behind him.

One of the ghosts, dressed in white robes, suddenly turned and looked at Wu Yue. Wu Yue's heart pounded, and she immediately turned her face away, avoiding his gaze.

But it was this subtle action that made her regret it.

Isn't this just like protesting too much, trying to tell the other person that you can see them?

Sure enough, the white-robed ghost nudged his companion with a 20-centimeter wolf hair brush, gesturing for him to look towards Wu Yue.

The girl silently lowered her head, pretending to be seriously checking her test paper.

The white-robed ghost flashed to Wu Yue's side and whispered in her ear, trying to coax her into talking so that he could confirm that she could really see.

"Hi, little sister~~~" A kind and gentle smile, a warm and inviting tone.

Wu Yue froze, remaining in one position, afraid to move, and dared not look around, lest she meet the white-robed ghost's bulging eyes.

“Little sister, I see you have delicate features, you are very suitable for—” the white-robed ghost said, then suddenly bent down and got closer to Wu Yue.

The girl suddenly stood up and shouted, "Teacher—"

Mu Junyan looked up at him, his eyes cold and stern.

"Teacher, I'm done. I need to go to the restroom."

The man waved his hand and slowly uttered, "Go."