"Qiao Qiao, the ninth floor is only accessible to the hotel's senior management. You need a senior management card to go up."

Cen Jing couldn't help but remind her, and even rubbed against her, sticking close to her.

"Didn't you lose your memory?"

Qiao Shu glanced at him suspiciously as she walked out of the elevator. "You're too close to me. I'm freezing. Also, are we that familiar with each other? You're suddenly calling me something so corny."

"It's not that I've completely forgotten it. I still have some impression of some fragments."

Cen Jing suppressed the chill in his body and came closer. "Is this better, Qiao Qiao?"

"It's better now, but... never mind. It's up to you."

Qiao Shu didn't plan to correct him because they had already arrived at the door of Room 703.

There was a rustling sound from inside, but it was not clear.

“Ahhhh!”

After a while, Lin Yanze's screams were heard again, and Qiao Shu immediately opened the door.

The scene before her shocked her.

The whole room was filled with test papers. Lin Yanze was sitting at a table, writing furiously, with a distorted expression on his handsome face. Behind him stood a male ghost wearing glasses, holding a ruler in his hand, floating beside him and whipping his arm from time to time.

The bespectacled ghost was very stern. He smacked his thigh with a ruler and said, "Wrong, wrong. You got this question wrong. You have to retake the test a hundred times."

"No, no, no, I really don't want to write anymore. I've had enough. I don't want to answer any more questions."

Lin Yanze's eyes were filled with tears, but he couldn't control his hands. Even though his hands were cramping, he continued to answer questions.