30 Chapter 30 (Catching Bugs

◎A girl is about to jump off a building!!◎

Yang Mao and Yang Wei sat side by side under the eaves in front of the study.

The study door was closed, so it was unclear what their conversation was about.

Yang Mao sighed, "Master looks so serious, there shouldn't be any problem, right?"

Yang Wei, wearing headphones and listening to an English text, said, "No."

At the same time, in the study.

Qianyang looked at the man sitting opposite the sofa without saying a word.

The study is on the far right of the first floor, close to the woods. The light is blocked by the trees, making it dark and damp.

Song Yunli sat on the sofa with a cup of cold tea in front of him.

"Master Qianyang seems to have something to say?" Song Yunli opened his mouth and said.

"...Are you raising a ghost?" Qian Yang asked.

Song Yunli's expression did not change. He just raised his finger slightly in the air, and the short black shadow clinging to him immediately moved closer.

Song Yunli stroked its head as if no one was around and said calmly, "It's rare for it to be so quiet. It seems it's because it's afraid of you."

To be honest, people who can get along so harmoniously with resentful spirits are rare in any era.

"How did they die?" Qianyang asked.

The reason why Song Yunli has such a strong negative energy must be because of these two resentful spirits.

Song Yunli lowered his eyes and asked instead of answering, "What effect will it have on what you are going to do after I tell you?"

Qianyang pursed his lips and said, "Didn't I introduce myself?"

"My name is Qian Yang, the 33rd generation head of the Qian family. I'm the 33rd generation head above my master and me. My family has made a living by catching ghosts and exorcising spirits for generations."

Even after death, he still does the work of seducing people's souls.

Song Yunli said, "My name is Song Yunli, the only direct heir of the Song family. Before me, the Song family has made a living by doing business for generations."

“…No wonder you can see ghosts with your naked eyes.”

Qian Yang reminded him, "So you'd better tell the truth, otherwise I'll have to go back to my old ways."

Song Yunli nodded noncommittally and said, "Yes, I do have ghosts. They are the two in front of you."

"How did they die?"

"Buried alive." Song Yunli's lips moved as he uttered two words calmly.

Qianyang was slightly stunned. Being buried alive was an extremely cruel and painful way to die. The living would often die in endless fear and despair.

This type of ghost is usually the most likely to harbor resentment.

"What about the time of death?"

"Twenty-three years ago."

Qianyang frowned, which meant that the resentful spirit had been wandering in this house for twenty-three years.

Maybe they have been attached to Song Yunli for twenty-three years.

It's amazing that he can survive till now!

"How old were they when they died?"

Song Yunli answered every question: "One is thirty-one years old, and the other is less than two years old."

Qianyang looked at the two shadows beside him, "...Mother and son?"

"Yeah." Song Yunli's face remained calm.

"What's your relationship with it?"

Song Yunli's eyelashes trembled slightly, and she pursed her lips and said, "My mother and my brother."

Although he had guessed it, Qianyang was still a little frightened.

She remembered that the audience in the live broadcast room once said that Song Yunli was born into a noble family, and the family bloodline had been passed down for hundreds of years. The family was wealthy and had great influence in Taihang City.

As the only direct heir of the aristocratic family, why did his mother and brother suffer such a thing?

To be honest, the only people who could do these things to his mother and brother are those who came from aristocratic families.

No wonder he dug up nineteen ancestral graves of his family, disturbing the entire family bloodline.

Qian Yang couldn't help but sigh and said, "It's not a good thing to let them wander the world as vengeful spirits."

Song Yunli was silent for a moment, as if he didn't expect her to say that. With a bit of surprise, he said, "I thought you would take them away."

Qianyang asked sincerely, "Is it okay?"

Song Yunli laughed and said, "I'm sorry, I hope you won't do that. I only need five years. I won't let them affect others. After five years, I will take them away with me."

Qianyang nodded. Song Yunli’s connection with the two vengeful spirits was too deep. Apart from special means, only his own death could appease them.

"That being said." Qian Yang touched the tip of his nose, "This part about ghost hunting is not my responsibility."

"Let's get down to business. You are doomed to fail. Something must have temporarily prevented your death."

Song Yunli nodded and took off the jade pendant hanging from his waist. "That's exactly it."

Qianyang took the jade pendant, which was icy cold. She examined it carefully and sighed, "This jade pendant must be quite old. You actually used it to block your own death. If the jade shattered, you wouldn't survive for more than three days."

Song Yunli said: "The jade has already been broken once."

Suddenly, Qianyang remembered something, his pupils widened slightly, and he asked in surprise: "That jade bow?"

"Um."

Qianyang: “…”

This person didn't take his own life seriously at all. He lent her such an important thing without saying a word.

"Master, I'd like to ask you, what specific method did you use to extend my lifespan by a few years?"

Qian Yang shook the jade pendant in his hand and said, "It's similar to this. I will temporarily use my luck to cover your life chart. It's enough to extend your life for five years."

"What needs to be done?" Song Yunli asked.

Qian Yang said: "You don't need to do anything, just lend you my luck."

This is a method of "borrowing luck" similar to "borrowing life".

It’s just that the price paid by the latter will be lighter than that of the former.

Hearing this, Song Yunli was visibly stunned for two seconds, "Borrow your luck?"

He frowned and asked, "Will it have any effect on you?"

Qian Yang said, "I know my limits, so the impact won't be significant. However, during this period, you must not allow your horoscope to experience major fluctuations, such as establishing overly close relationships with others."

Song Yunli asked: "Does it mean..."

"You can't get married, you can't have children... In short, you can't do most things related to these two things."

Song Yunli nodded, "I understand."

These two restrictions are relatively easy for him.

Qianyang looked away, "...Of course, I'm not in the range of others."

Song Yunli was stunned for a moment, "...hmm."

The small dark figure lying on his lap raised itself up and looked between the two of them as if curiously.

After a moment of silence, Song Yunli asked, "Do I need to go to the Taoist temple in Xiaoqian Mountain? I heard from Fang Lie that everyone you help needs to go to Xiaoqian Mountain to build a wall and fulfill their vows."

"You don't need to." Qianyang said.

Given his situation, he basically couldn't come down the mountain once he got up. The ancestors of the Qian family would definitely skin him alive, and in the end they would have to scold Qian Yang as "possessed by evil spirits".

Song Yunli lowered his eyes, and the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, "Master, then please begin."

What Qianyang was going to do was actually not exactly the same as borrowing luck. He happened to have a ready-made jade pendant, so he split it into two and made it into a yin-yang spell, half of which was yang and half of which was yin. With yin and yang as a buckle, the world was turned upside down.

Yin steals and Yang nourishes, thus achieving the effects of borrowing and covering.

However, it takes a lot of time to accomplish these things.

They stayed in the house almost the entire afternoon and didn't come out.

The housekeeper and Yang Mao's siblings were a little worried, but they didn't dare to go up and disturb them, so they could only sit outside the door and wait.

Finally, around two o'clock in the afternoon, the door of the study finally opened.

“Master!”

"Mr. Song..."

Qianyang covered his stomach and yawned, "I'm so hungry..."

Song Yunli said, "Butler, prepare some food and ask Master Qianyang to have a good rest."

The housekeeper hurriedly said, "The kitchen has been preparing it."

"Sister, are you okay?" Yang Wei asked worriedly when she saw that her face was paler than before she came in.

Qianyang yawned and shook his head, "It's okay, just eat something and get some sleep."

These things easily consume Qianyang's energy, but it will be fine as long as he gets some sleep.

Yang Wei couldn't help but glance at Song Yunli next to him. He didn't change much from before he came in.

The first time they met, she didn't look closely because of Yang Mao's disappearance, and she was shocked just now. Now she looked carefully and found that this person's facial features were extremely outstanding, with dark eyebrows and eyes looming among his long hair. He inexplicably had a hazy landscape feeling, with a strong oriental charm.

Therefore, it always seems a bit cold and distant.

No wonder my sister always mentions the word "good-looking" when she mentions this person.

As he passed by, Yang Wei felt a chill and couldn't help shivering. She quickly looked away.

Inexplicably... it feels so scary!

"It's okay." Qian Yang seemed to notice her abnormality, put his arm around her shoulders and leaned forward.

The coldness that penetrated into the bones was covered by the warmth from Qianyang's body, and Yang Wei immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

She looked at the man's tall back and asked in a low voice, "Sister, he just..."

Qian Yang said, "His brother seemed to like you very much and greeted you."

Yang Wei: “…”

Yang Mao approached the two of them and asked, "Master, what's going on?"

Qian Yang said, "Let's talk about this when we get back. I'm tired and hungry now."

After eating at the Song family's old house, Qianyang planned to say goodbye.

On the way back, Qianyang fell asleep in the car.

She seldom dreams normally, but maybe she stayed with those two vengeful spirits for too long, and she had several dreams intermittently in one hour!

She dreamed that when the Song family's old house was not so old, the huge house was almost occupied by only mother and two children.

The doors and windows of the house were locked, and the windows were covered with thick newspapers. Apart from a few dim lights above, there was no light in the house.

Qianyang could not see the appearance of the three people in his dream. They were snuggling together tightly, as if they were afraid of something.

The child in the woman's arms was always coughing and looked drowsy.

Only the boy of four or five years old would find a way to destroy the dark space and look for an exit.

One day, the door that the boy had tried his best to open but failed was finally opened from the outside.

It was raining heavily outside the window. A group of people rushed into the room and took away the woman and the child in her arms.

The men took them to a cemetery where there was a deep pit dug in the ground and a small coffin placed there.

Not knowing what those people said, the woman looked back at the way she came, looked at the eaves in the distance, hugged the motionless child tightly in her arms, gritted her teeth, and tears fell on the child's face in her arms.

Then, she took the initiative to walk into the deep pit.

This cemetery was obviously not prepared for adults, and the space was extremely small. She held the child and curled up on the small coffin. Buckets of yellow soil were filled into the deep pit, and grains of mud and sand fell on her and the child until they were completely submerged.

Qianyang woke up from his dream and found the car had already stopped at the gate of the community.

"Sister, are you awake?" Yang Wei's voice sounded above his head. Qian Yang opened his eyes and found that he had fallen asleep with his head resting on her thighs.

"Are we there yet?" Qianyang's voice was a little hoarse.

Yang Wei said, "We've been here for a while. You looked like you were sound asleep, so my brother asked me to sleep with you for a while. He went back first."

"Um……"

Qianyang propped up his upper body and asked, "Are your legs numb?"

Yang smiled, "A little."

Qianyang pressed the acupoints on her legs and asked, "Are you feeling better?"

"Um!"

After thanking the driver, Qianyang and his friend returned home.

After waking up, Qianyang looked like he was worried about something.

She doesn't dream easily, nor does she dream meaningless dreams.

The resentment of the two souls had an impact on her.

Perhaps it was just by chance that she lent her luck to Song Yunli, which consumed too much energy, giving them the opportunity to appear in her dreams.

So... it can be said that Song Yunli, who has a close connection with them, dreams of these scenes almost every time he falls asleep.

These scenes have been deeply engraved in memory day after day for twenty-three years. It is impossible for anyone to let go of hatred and walk out of the haze, right?

I wonder what happened twenty-three years ago?

Why did those people bury the mother and child alive?

At the old house, Qian Yang was curious but didn't ask much.

These were not things she needed to know, and Song Yunli didn't seem to intend to tell her.

After experiencing the dream just now, Qianyang became even more curious.

After returning home to rest for a while, it was already night.

After dinner, Qian Yang asked Yang Wei to look up Song Yunli's detailed information online.

"Song Yunli, 27 years old, Chairman of the Song Group, with personal assets worth tens of billions, rarely appears in public, and is suspected of being at odds with the Song branch."

"The Song family was once a prominent and aristocratic family. Twenty years ago, they divided their assets, resulting in six collateral branches and one direct line. In the past twenty years, the direct line of the Song family has either died out or joined other branches. He is the only one left who is nominally a direct descendant of the Song family."

"Twenty years ago..." Qianyang murmured.

That is to say, the division of the Song family's assets occurred after Song Yunli's mother and brother were buried alive.

It's not clear if there's any connection.

"Where is Song Yunli's mother?" Qian Yang asked.

Yang Wei browsed through the information and there seemed to be no information about Song Yunli's mother.

Yang Wei thought for a moment and asked, "Sister, the owner of Qingning Live is his cousin, right?"

Qianyang nodded, "Yes."

"Then we should be able to find relevant clues from his cousin."

"What's his name?"

"Fang Lie."

Yang Wei continued to search for Fang Lie's information on the website.

"It's out!" Yang Wei said.

"His father runs a real estate company."

Yang Mao tsks, "No wonder the gift's special effects look just like a real estate investment advertisement."

Yang Wei continued reading and said, "His mother's surname is Xu, Xu Qiaofeng. She owns a media company that deals in film and television, but it has only taken off in recent years."

Yang Mao glanced at the company's name and representative works and said, "I've read about this company. It's similar to Qingning Live. They both got several good scripts in a short period of time. Song Yunli must have been the one who helped them."

"Well, I read some discussions about their family online. They were just a middle-class family in the early days. After Song Yunli returned to China at the age of eighteen and started working in the company, their business has been doing better and better." Yang Wei said.

Qian Yang pondered for a moment and said, "Can you find Xu Qiaofeng's information?"

"It should be possible."

The three of them followed the clues and found Xu Qiaofeng's identity information.

"Xu Qiaofeng was born into a family of scholars. They weren't wealthy, but they were honest and decent people. She seems to have an older sister named Xu Huaci."

"Xu Huaci?"

She should be Song Yunli's biological mother.

"Check her information."

Yang Wei did as she was told and entered Xu Huaci's name, but no useful information popped up.

"Master, there seems to be no information about her on the Internet." Yang Mao said.

Qianyang pursed his lips, not finding it strange. The Song family was rich and powerful, and they had omnipotence in Taihang City. Since they dared to bury the mother and son alive, they would naturally not let others find out.

It is easy for them to erase all traces of a person's existence.

"Master, have you discovered anything? Is it related to the resentful spirit surrounding Song Yunli?"

Qianyang had a complicated expression and nodded, "Yeah."

"Could it be... related to Xu Huaci?"

Qian Yang said sternly, "This matter must not be made public."

Considering that the Song family chose to divide the assets three years after Xu Huaci and her son were buried alive, perhaps the issues involved are very big and if not handled properly, it is easy to get into trouble.

Since Song Yunli only needs five years, Qianyang has no need to meddle in other matters.

Anyway, before leaving, she had warned Song Yunli that if he did anything against the law, Qianyang would immediately cut off all contact between them.

By then, Song Yunli would have no way out.

As the Spring Festival approaches, Yangwei School will be on vacation soon.

Since she moved out temporarily this semester, and Yang Mao and Qian Yang were both busy at that time, some of her things were still in the dormitory and had not been taken back.

On the afternoon of the final exam, Qianyang and his friend went to her school with a live broadcast.

When he reached the bulletin board at the school gate, Yang Mao stopped and took a look.

"Class 7 of Grade 3... Class 7 of Grade 3... Here! Found it!" Yang Mao said in surprise.

Qianyang asked curiously, "What?"

"Hahahaha... In the last monthly exam, Yang Wei ranked second in the class and seventh in the grade!"

"So powerful?"

[Wow! Sister Yang Wei is definitely a top student!]

[I think I mentioned before that she is smarter than the eldest brother.]

[The host said that Wei Meimei's attainments in metaphysics are slightly higher than her brother's.]

[After looking at her total scores, Tsinghua University and Peking University seem a bit out of the question, but she can pretty much choose any other university in China.]

She used to work part-time on weekends! And her grades were still so good.

[Hey, now they don't have any financial pressure, so they can focus on next year's college entrance examination, right?]

【I hope Weimeijie can achieve an ideal result! 】

"Thank you, thank you! Thank you everyone!"

Yang Mao's eyebrows lit up, and he was quite proud: "Yang Wei's mentality is more stable than mine. I was too nervous during the college entrance examination and couldn't sleep all night. In the end, I failed the college entrance examination. I scored more than 50 points less than the first mock exam score!"

"Alas, at that time, I didn't have the conditions or the opportunity to repeat the year. Thinking about it now, it's quite a pity."

【well. 】

【The school environment is pretty good, it reminds me of my high school days. 】

It feels like I'm back in high school, when I was really happy and carefree.

No!!! I don't ever want to go back to high school!!!

The nightmare of my senior year still haunts me! Every day was filled with tension and agony. It was horrible!

[Sigh, the pressure of senior year is really too great. Last month during the monthly exam, a senior student from a nearby school jumped from the seventh floor. He had good grades, what a pity.]

…

The final exams are over and most students are packing up to go home.

There are many parents on campus, carrying large and small bags of cotton wool and spare clothes.

"elder sister!"

After Yang Wei finished the test, she ran towards the two of them quickly with her schoolbag on her back.

Qianyang handed her the sausage he had bought at the school gate and asked casually, "How did you do on the exam?"

Yang Wei took a bite of the fragrant sausage and sighed, "I didn't do well in the English test. I might fall out of the top 20 in the grade."

Qianyang nodded, "It's okay."

Yang smiled and said, "It's not a big deal. I know where I went wrong. I just need to review it carefully later."

"That's good, that's good." Yang Mao immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Yang Wei glanced at him, "Why are you so nervous?"

"I'm worried about you."

"I know what's going on."

"Let's go to your dorm."

"good."

On the way, Yang Wei acted very relaxed.

"Sister, I'm not the only one who didn't do well on the test. Zheng Runan also seemed to have failed. When I came out, she was still crying in her seat."

"Zheng Runan?" Yang Mao's tone rose slightly. "The girl who ranked first in your class? The girl who never fell out of the top three in grade? The one you never tested better than?"

Yang Wei: “…”

"Do you really need to add so many prefixes?"

【…So rude.】

[I really want to get into the screen and kick him twice.]

Yang Wei snorted and said, "They just did better than me, right? I didn't do badly anyway."

【Hehehe, my sister has a really good attitude. 】

[Yes, what does it have to do with me if others do well in the exam? ]

【In this world, there are always people who are better than you. 】

Yang Mao smiled awkwardly, "I just wanted to introduce her to the audience. Aren't her grades always stable? Why did she fail this time?"

Yang Wei shook her head and said, "She hasn't been doing well these past two weeks. She's often distracted in class and gets called out by the teacher. Maybe something happened at home? I don't know. I'm not that familiar with her."

When we entered the girls' dormitory, there were many parents coming and going. The dormitory manager did not restrict them from entering, but only reminded them to pay attention to the camera.

Yang Mao simply turned off the camera and broadcast live with the sound on.

When she arrived at the dormitory, Yang Wei knocked on the door first.

There were some rustling sounds from inside the door, and after more than ten seconds, the door was opened from the inside.

"Who is it?"

A girl stood behind the door, looking at them impatiently.

Seeing Yang Wei outside the door, the girl curled her lips and rolled her eyes, "What are you doing here?"

Yang Wei said: "Move aside, I'll get the things."

"Those rubbish? We thought you didn't want them anymore." The girl blocked the door and glanced behind her, seemingly having no intention of letting them in.

Qian Yang didn't want to get involved in what was happening between these students, so she simply took the phone from Yang Mao and turned the camera towards her face and the wall.

"They seem to have something to deal with. I'll wait over there for a moment."

Next to the dormitory was the window at the end of the corridor. Qianyang leaned against the window, flipped the camera, and pointed it out the window.

[Is there any friction between Weimeimei and her roommate? ]

[It seems so, that’s how children are.]

【Thinking back to when I was a student, I also had a sworn enemy. 】

[Actually, after entering society, I felt quite emotional. Back then, my dislike for others was written all over my face, but now in society, everyone is a smiling tiger.]

[Not necessarily. Some students' "Ba Ling" behavior is quite excessive.]

"Get out of the way!" Yang Wei said impatiently with a cold face.

"This isn't your dormitory..."

Before she finished speaking, Yang Wei pushed her aside and walked in.

After all, it was where girls lived, so Yang Mao couldn't go in directly and had to stand outside the door and wait.

The girl rolled her eyes and said, "Someone came to pick you up this time, isn't that amazing?"

Qian Yang's expression changed slightly. He turned around and looked behind him and asked, "You didn't come to pick her up before?"

Yang Mao's eyes revealed a trace of guilt and loss. "No... I used to work part-time during most of my vacations. I, I don't have..."

Qianyang nodded, "I see."

[Alas...my parents have never come to pick me up before.]

[There's nothing I can do about it. Only when I grow up do I realize that the adult world is no easier than ours.]

[But when everyone's parents came to pick them up, Weimei must have been secretly sad, right?]

"Don't feel guilty, Big Brother! You've worked really hard to live with your sister until now."

[I must send my sister to college in the future! ]

Qianyang turned off the camera on his phone and handed the phone back to Yang Mao.

【My eyes went dark.】

【Wrong, everything is black before my eyes!】

Since it was not convenient for Yang Mao to go in, Qian Yang asked him to wait outside the door.

She walked to the door and took a look inside when she heard Yang Wei's calm voice ask, "Who told you to touch my things?"

Yang Wei stood in front of the cabinet, and the things inside were in a mess.

"How could we know you would come back? We thought you didn't want it anymore!"

Yang Wei took a deep breath, took out the things in the cabinet, and found that there were still some messy clothes piled on her bed.

She put down her things and threw the clothes that did not belong to her on the ground.

"Are you sick?" the roommate quickly picked up his things and said coldly.

Qianyang paused for a moment as he entered, then stepped back out.

Forget it, the situation is so tense, let them handle it themselves.

"Yang Wei, we are waiting for you at the door. Don't be in a hurry, take your time." Qian Yang reminded.

"I understand, sister." Yang Wei lowered her head to organize her things and responded loudly.

Several people in the dormitory looked at her, muttered something, and picked up the clothes thrown on the ground.

According to Yang Mao, Yang Wei was actually a bit naughty in the past, and her personality was bolder than Yang Mao's, so she should be able to handle her own affairs.

She rummaged through the pile of things, but didn't seem to find what she wanted. She turned around and looked at the three people coldly, "Where are my things?"

The three of them grumbled, "How would we know? You haven't been back to get them for so long, we've thrown some of them away."

Yang Wei's face darkened and he directly opened the wardrobes of the other people and started searching inside.

"What are you doing? Why are you touching our things?"

"Yang Wei!"

Yang Wei ignored them completely and soon found her things in other people's cabinets.

"Lost?" Yang Wei sneered and continued to search, putting many things into their wardrobes.

The others looked pale and added stiffly, "Maybe you accidentally put it in the wrong place? Who would take your things? You are so poor..."

Qian Yang looked at the old clothes she had found and reminded her, "Don't throw them away. Buy some more when you get home."

They may have worn these clothes before, and they are not valuable, so there is no need to buy them.

Yang Wei said, "There's a donation box downstairs. I'll go donate them all later."

"Donate? Who wants your stuff?" someone sneered.

Yang Wei put away a few pieces of clothing and said aggressively, "You're quite unique, aren't you? How about we just skip the middleman and donate them to you? Do you want them?"

The girl's face turned red with anger, "Who wants your broken thing!!!"

Yang Wei was too lazy to talk to them, so she quickly packed up her things and handed them to Yang Mao. She picked up a quilt and walked to the door. Suddenly, she turned around and looked at the three of them, raised her middle finger, and made an international friendly gesture.

"SB. Goodbye!"

"No, we won't be able to see each other after June next year. After all, it's impossible for you to get into the same school as me."

After saying that, Yang Wei turned around gracefully.

"Sister, let's go."

"Um."

Several people in the room were so angry that their teeth were itching, but because Qian Yang and Yang Mao were present, they didn't dare to curse back.

Children of this age are more or less afraid of their elders.

"What does SB mean?" Qianyang asked curiously.

She often sees these two words in the barrage.

"Master, those are swear words." Yang Mao said.

"What about...this gesture?"

They had already arrived outside the dormitory building. Yang Mao turned on the camera, and the audience in the live broadcast room saw Qian Yang's international friendly gesture at first sight.

[(Laughing with pursed lips) I suspect the anchor is cursing, and I have evidence.]

【Ignorance is not a crime!!!】

[I am dying of laughter. The host has a clear face.]

[Hahaha, I feel like my brain has never been polluted.]

Yang Mao said helplessly: "Master, this gesture is similar to SB."

Then, he glared at the smiling Yang Wei, "You've led the master astray!"

"Oh... I see." Qianyang nodded, not quite understanding.

【Hahaha, I'm off the rails. 】

I'm really worried that the host will suddenly say, "You never stop learning."

【So cute.】

【Finally, vacation! Time to go home!】

…

【Come to think of it, I've felt so peaceful these past two days.】

[I also feel that the anchor connection is all about trivial matters.]

Shut up!!!

[Shut up! ! Dashachun! ! Do you know what we should avoid most when doing things? ! ! ]

[I can’t even mention these things! ]

Qianyang looked at the barrage and asked, "Why can't I mention it?"

[Anchor, you don't know, there is a strange metaphysics at the foot of our mountain.]

[The day could have passed peacefully, but once you say this, something will definitely happen before it passes!]

[Oh my god! I had a profound experience! During my internship at the police station, I dealt with trivial matters every day, not even a chance to prove myself. One day, I casually lamented how boring it was. Oh my god! That afternoon, a major case broke out. I haven't had a good night's sleep in half a month!]

[Laxatives, a medical dog's take on this topic, some things are unbelievable and must be believed.]

Seeing them talking so much, Qian Yang muttered, "Is it really that magical?"

[Yes, yes.]

[There are many more magical things like this. ]

[It is better to believe it than not to believe it! ]

At this moment, Qianyang clearly felt that the pace of the people around him was getting faster and faster, and some people even started running.

"What's wrong?" Yang Mao, holding things in both hands, looked at the crowd gathering towards the teaching building in confusion.

Qianyang also noticed something unusual and looked up at where the crowd was gathering.

Yang Mao quickened his pace, ran a few steps forward with the crowd, stopped someone and asked, "Brother, what happened over there? Why did everyone go over there?"

The older brother, who was also there to help the children move things, gasped and said, "It seems like there's a girl over there in the teaching building who's about to jump off the building!"

Qian Yang and the other two were stunned at the same time, and the audience in the live broadcast room also heard their conversation.

[What the hell?! ! !]

[Oh my god, is it working so quickly? ]

[Fuck! Where is it? Did you call the police? Did you call 119?]

【Why is it so sudden? 】

【Oh my god... I hope the child is okay. 】

At this moment, Yang Wei saw the head teacher hurried over, immediately threw the things in his hand to Yang Mao, and chased after him and asked, "Teacher, what's wrong?"

Qianyang didn't expect things to happen so suddenly, and he quickly chased after him.

The head teacher was obviously panicking. When she saw Yang Wei, she immediately grabbed her arm and said, "Zheng Runan...she didn't do well in the exam...she looked like she was going to jump off the building..."

Yang Wei's expression changed slightly, "How could this happen..."

The head teacher said, "You and Zheng Runan both have good grades. Come with me to persuade her!"

"Let's go and take a look." Qian Yang reminded them from behind.

Yang Wei nodded, and the three of them left Yang Mao, who was holding a pile of things, and walked away in big strides.

When we got to the bottom of the teaching building, the area was already packed with people, making it impossible to get through.

On the edge of the rooftop, there was a girl in school uniform. She had her hair tied in a ponytail and was messy in the wind. She kept wiping her tears.

"What happened? Did you call the police?" asked the head teacher.

"We called the police and the firefighters arrived right away... But she somehow locked the door to the rooftop, and we didn't dare pry it open because she would jump down at the sound..."

The head teacher looked flustered, "What should I do... What should I do... Why did it happen all of a sudden..."

Qianyang looked at the layout of the teaching building and found that the balcony on the right side of the teaching building was very close to the rooftop where Zheng Runan jumped off.

She patted Yang Wei and said, "The balcony on the fifth floor is very close to her. Does she have any friends? We can talk to her."

Yang Wei shook her head and said, "She usually likes to be alone and hardly ever talks to anyone in the class."

Qian Yang nodded in understanding, "Then go up and talk to her, I'll go with you."

The head teacher took the two to the balcony on the fifth floor. Firefighters and ambulances had already arrived and had laid out air cushions on the ground.

"Zheng Runan, I didn't do well in the exam either!" Yang Wei shouted from the balcony, "We'll have another chance next year! I haven't been able to beat you in so many exams, so it doesn't matter if I do poorly just once!"

Zheng Runan sat on the platform outside the rooftop fence, her hair fluttering in the cold wind. She seemed not to hear what Yang Wei said, and just kept wiping away her tears.

"Runan! Can you please come down first and talk to the teacher slowly if you have anything to say? Don't joke with your life!" the head teacher said anxiously.

"Wow, wow, wow..." Zheng Runan couldn't stop crying and turned a deaf ear to what the two said.

"Don't let this get you down! What would happen to your parents if something happened to you? They would be so sad!"

At this time, an enthusiastic parent nearby gave an advice.

Hearing this, Zheng Runan suddenly became excited and his whole body was shaking.

“Don’t mention them!!!”

【Author’s words】

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