"At first I thought I was dreaming and ignored her, but she suddenly pulled me to the table.

When I woke up the next day, I found that there was really something I wrote in the notebook.

This was too weird, and since I had just boasted to my classmates, I didn't tell anyone about it. The next night, she dragged me to write something again.

This time, my roommate discovered me while he was using the restroom in the middle of the night. He woke me up, and I told them the truth. To prevent this ghost from harming other people again, I asked for leave and went home.

Su Yan found this ghost quite interesting: "Could it be that you met a cultural ghost who likes to teach?"

He Yang nodded in agreement: "I think so too, otherwise why would it insist on me reciting and copying the Three Character Classic and the Disciple Rules.

I was forced to study for at least two hours every night, which left me completely exhausted for class the next day. I was even scolded several times by the teacher for falling asleep in class.

"Since it doesn't mean to hurt you, you might as well let it stay with you. Maybe after a while your grades will improve."

He Yang shook his head frantically: "No! No! Who can stand a tutor who watches from behind with a stick and beats you if you get distracted even a little bit?

Master, if you are truly capable, please help me send it away!"

[It's scary, but I want to laugh. I'm forced to study even in my dreams. This is too miserable.]

When my grandfather was young, it was also raining one day. He was pulling a heavy load of grain when two girls suddenly appeared to help push his cart. When the cart reached a clear path, he turned back to thank them, but found no one behind him and no footprints on the ground. He later told us that he had met a kind ghost.

[I really need a ghost teacher like this to help me, after all, I have very poor self-control.]

Su Yan stared at He Yang and said, "You did meet a ghost, but it wasn't brought back by your deskmate. The name you heard that night was an illusion after being scared by the teacher. What happened afterwards?"

He Yang's eyes dodged: "What could happen next?"

Su Yan directly exposed him: "Saturday night, your school's management was rather lax that night. What did you guys do outside the school after lights out?"

He Yang looked at his parents with a bad look. If they knew that he had climbed over the wall to go online in the middle of the night, he would definitely be beaten up. "Master, please don't slander me. I'm just a student. There are so many teachers and security guards in the school. How could I possibly climb over the wall to go out?"

Su Yan: "I remember that internet cafe was called Blue Sky Internet Cafe. Someone should have opened a membership there. Why don't you ask your dad?"

He Yang was in tears. He hadn't expected Su Yan to be so powerful. Now he was completely stripped down to nothing.

He didn't dare look back at his parents' eyes: "I'll tell you, I'll tell you."

"That day, my classmates and I went to an internet cafe to play the latest dungeon of the game. Since one of our teammates was missing, I randomly found a temporary teammate in the online chat room.

Who knew it was such a rip-off, it always failed at critical moments, causing me to lose a lot of experience and weapons.

I was so bored from playing games that I drank a few cans of beer.

After the game was over, we went to the river to get rid of the smell of alcohol.

Just as I was imagining the future, an old lady appeared in front of us and said, "Young man, please move aside. I want to burn paper here."

I took two steps to the right, and she came to me again and insisted on lighting the fire where I was standing.

After she left, sparks from the ground accidentally floated onto my shoes due to the breeze and burned a hole in the upper.

Maybe the wind had gotten to me and I was drunk, so I cursed a few times and stomped out the fire that was still burning on the ground.

He Yang defended himself: "I think I did the right thing. You can't burn paper on the roadside. If I hadn't put it out, what if the sparks were blown away by the wind and burned something else?"

He suddenly realized: "Master, the old lady I met that night couldn't be a ghost! She didn't like me and came to haunt me in my dreams."

Su Yan shook her head: "That old lady is not a ghost, she came to pay tribute to her sister who died in a car accident in this place twenty years ago.

Its elder sister knew that her younger sister would come to pay tribute every year, so she would wait there specifically.

The old lady is old and her memory is not very good. She came half an hour earlier than in previous years. When your sister arrived, she heard you cursing and kicking over the paper money burned by your sister.

It doesn't know the previous situation, and since you're drunk, it thinks you're an uneducated punk.

However, as an old man, it doesn't want to teach you a lesson too harshly, so it wants to help you get rid of the bad habit of swearing in your dream.

In fact, if you don't ask for help, it will leave on its own when it thinks you have learned enough."

He Yang felt a little embarrassed. He clasped his hands together and said, "Excuse me, grandma. I'll go burn some paper money for you in a moment."

The old lady next to him heard the whole story and knew that it was not just the fault of the young man in front of her.

Thinking that he had been very busy at night these days, although she didn't know what senior year of high school was, it was quite important to listen to their discussions, so she shouldn't delay his studies.

She waved to Su Yan and left the room.

Su Yan gently moved her hands: "Student He, now there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

He Yang thought for a moment: "Good news."

Su Yan: "The good news is that the old lady felt that you didn't mean it, and that your lesson was enough. She has already left."

Seeing He Yang's expression relaxed, Su Yan continued, "The bad news is, your parents know that you went online over the wall, and you will probably be punished.

The worse news is that your head teacher also saw the live broadcast and has checked the surveillance footage. There will be a self-criticism waiting for you when you return to school.

And the classmates who go out online with you will also greet you like family members."

He Yang slumped in his chair, covering his eyes with his hands: "God wants to kill me."

He's father smiled and grabbed his son who was about to slip away: "Master, thank you for your help. I still have some family matters to take care of."

Netizens watched the interrupted live broadcast with lingering interest.

【Why is this family so reserved that they won't let us see the most exciting part?】

[Student He is such a social failure. The reason he was exposed for going online was because he offended the ghosts who were visiting relatives.]

Su Yan: "A warm reminder to those netizens who like to play outside at night, please be gentle in your words and actions these days. After all, there are a lot of things you won't see these days. Don't provoke those with bad tempers and bring disaster upon yourself.

That’s the end of the story. If you don’t like Onion, please watch the video.”

"I don't like onions" was in the hospital. Her face was pale and it was obvious that she hadn't had a good rest for a long time.