Chapter 205 Evil Spirit 1

Jiang Chunmian looked in the direction the security guard pointed. The red-painted building looked out of place among the surrounding buildings. Under the sunlight, the red paint on the surface looked like a quietly flowing river of blood. A chill ran up his back, and Jiang Chunmian felt uncomfortable and looked away.

He confirmed again and again, "Which building is Class 3-4 in? The red one?"

She couldn't see the security guard's face clearly through the glass window, but the impatience in his words pierced her directly, "Are your eyes okay? Where did the red building come from?! I've already told you, and you're still asking? Are you annoying me?"

Jiang Chunmian's eyes widened, not bothering to argue with the security guard, because the dark red building was gone. In its place was a building with gray-white walls and the words "Qinxue Building" written in white paint. She blinked her eyes again and again, and heard the security guard's incessant complaints. She used the back of her hand to test the temperature of her forehead. Was she dazzled?

The Qinxue Building was just around the corner. Jiang Chunmian clutched her file bag, paused for two seconds at the door, and then stepped inside. The door opened, and the corridor was silent. Following the signs at the entrance, she climbed up to the fourth floor and arrived at the door of Class 4's office.

“Knock knock—”

After knocking on the door twice, Jiang Chunmian opened it and went in.

The head teacher of Class 4 flipped through her file and said, "Your grades are pretty good. Qingcheng No. 1 High School is a key high school, and you always rank in the top ten in your grade. Why is your college entrance exam score so low?"

Jiang Chunmian said casually, "Nervous."

The teacher's next words made Jiang Chunmian's mouth twitch. He really wanted to roll his eyes at him, "Oh, so that's it! Regular grades are useless. The college entrance examination not only tests your knowledge but also your mindset. The mindset is the most important thing. Someone like you who usually has good grades but performs poorly in the college entrance examination because of nervousness, and it will be the same again after a few attempts, you won't achieve much!"

Jiang Chunmian clenched her fists, and her eyes caught sight of the glass on the corner of the table. For a moment, she wanted to pick it up and smash it on his head. After she came to her senses, cold sweat broke out on her back. How could she have such an impulsive thought?

The green branches rustled in the morning breeze. Jiang Chunmian listened to the head teacher's contemptuous chatter with impatience. On the first day of reporting to the new school, her favorability towards this school dropped to negative. After the head teacher finished speaking, she felt relieved and went to the classroom with her schoolbag.

The people in the class were busy reading and seemed uninterested in Jiang Chunmian's arrival. Jiang Chunmian expressed her understanding. After all, it was already March and there were only a few months left before the college entrance examination. Everyone must have put their studies first. However, she was not very satisfied with the position assigned to her by the head teacher.

The number of students in the class was just right, with two students sitting at the same table. Jiang Chunmian was a transfer student, and happened to be the one who came out alone. The head teacher moved a desk from somewhere else and placed it near the back door, telling Jiang Chunmian that he would study there from now on.

Jiang Chunmian endured it. She used to be a good student, and her seat in the class was chosen according to her grade ranking. Her choice was limited to the first three rows. This was the first time she sat at the back row, and it was a special one. But it didn't matter. She was a repeater and had already mastered the knowledge points of the third year of high school. She just came here to get a student record and take the college entrance examination again.

After spending a week in the new class, Jiang Chunmian's dissatisfaction reached its peak. One of the reasons was that the teachers here had very, very bad teaching attitudes. Not only were they often distracted during class time, but they also frequently skipped classes for no reason. In other schools, the teachers who took the most leave were music, art, and physical education teachers, but here, teachers were on leave every day regardless of the main or secondary subjects, and they often talked nonsense in class... That would have been fine, as Jiang Chunmian could study on his own, and he had even given up the idea of asking the teachers for help with any difficult questions.

Jiang Chunmian tolerated the frequent quarrels and fights among her classmates, but her only complaint was that there were good seats in the class! Right there, in the middle of the second row facing the blackboard, she could see them. The desk was messy, the chair back was cracked, and a blue and white school uniform stained with tomato soup was stuffed into the desk hole. And this seat had been empty for a whole week.

Jiang Chunmian bit the tip of her pen and stared at that position secretly for a long time. In the end, she gave up the idea of asking the teacher to change her position. It would be more convenient for her to study in the corner and she could also avoid it when her classmates fought.

When his curiosity reached its peak, Jiang Chunmian poked the boy at the table in front of him and asked, "Whose seat is that? Why hasn't he been here for a week?"

The boy was stunned and said, "Ah? Oh...it's Zhang Yanhui!"

"Zhang Yanhui..."

"Why isn't he coming to class?"

The boy shook his head: "I don't know, I'm not sure... He comes here every day!"

The boy looked sleepy, so Jiang Chunmian gave up trying to communicate with him and stopped coveting the good seat in the middle of the classroom. He took out his exercises and started studying. In the middle of the study, the boy in the front row started fighting with his deskmate.

When the situation affected Jiang Chunmian, she could no longer tolerate it and yelled at the two of them, "If you want to fight, go out and fight! It's just a small matter, what's the big deal, you two!"

The boy at the front desk blushed. "...It's all his fault! I reminded him several times not to touch me, but every time he stretched his arm out to me, there was no room for me! If you're fat, lose weight quickly and stop squeezing me all the time..."

The boy at the same table scolded, "Isn't it just taking up your seat? What's the big deal? If you call me fat again, I'll beat you to death!"

As they were talking, the two of them started fighting.

"Alright, alright." Jiang Chunmian tried to separate the two, but was almost dragged into the vortex. She quickly moved her desk away from the fighting scene. She glanced at the clock on the wall and saw that there was still half an hour before school was over. She had no intention of staying any longer, so she packed her schoolbag and walked out.

Leave your chaotic classes behind.

…

When Jiang Chunmian returned home, she found that the answer page was left in the classroom. She rode her bicycle to school. There was no evening self-study at school, and there was no one in the teaching building when she arrived. She hurried to the fourth floor, took out the answer page from the hole in the desk and put it into her schoolbag. Just as she was about to leave the classroom, she saw a person sitting in the middle of the classroom.

The boy was wearing a blood-stained blue and white school uniform. The blood color was particularly glaring under the orange twilight. His thick black and soft short hair swayed slightly with the wind seeping in through the window. He sat upright with his back straight, looking at the black blackboard.

Jiang Chunmian took a breath of cold air.

Fights often broke out in the new class. Jiang Chunmian had been in the new class for just one week and witnessed countless incidents. Beating each other until their eyes and noses were bruised was the lightest case. The worst case was that both parties were lying in a pool of blood... So she was not surprised by such situations, but the moment she saw the boys, she instinctively felt a sense of fear.

Gripping the backpack strap tightly, Jiang Chunmian softly asked, "Classmate, do you need help?"

The boy didn't speak.

Immediately afterwards, painful howls were heard.

Jiang Chunmian's nerves tensed up. The sound was like the desperate roar of a dying man. She subconsciously looked towards the place where the sound came from. The wind was howling. A man was hanging by the open window. He was leaning against the window frame in a strange posture, with his eyes bulging and his neck raised high, as if someone was holding his airway tightly. However, in fact, there was no one around him.

In the blink of an eye, a red handprint appeared on the neck of the man by the window, and the area around the handprint was blue and black. Half of the man's body fell outside the window and he fell to the floor of the classroom exhausted, holding his chest and gasping for breath.

"...Don't kill me...Don't look for me...I apologize to you...Please, Zhang..."

Jiang Chunmian ran to the outside of the Qinxue Building and stood in the area illuminated by the orange twilight. The warmth melted away her fear. She looked up at the window where the classroom was. The window was closed and there was no one in sight. There was only the whistling sound of the evening breeze blowing against the glass. She let out a long breath, swung her schoolbag and left the school.

The gray and white walls of the Qinxue Building, which was wrapped in twilight, peeled off inch by inch, slowly revealing the bright red color inside.

It is as gorgeous and eye-catching as if it were stained with blood.

The pale young man's shadow flashed by.

Inside the teaching building, he mercilessly stepped on the man who collapsed on the ground, leaving behind a trail of bloody footprints.

…

Jiang Chunmian didn't sleep well at night and looked listless. She just boiled an egg and stuffed it into her mouth, then rushed to school with a yogurt in her mouth. She quickly took out her exercise book to review the wrong questions from yesterday, and took advantage of the morning time to memorize English words.

The atmosphere in the class is a bit weird... Jiang Chunmian couldn't help muttering while memorizing words.

In the past, when Jiang Chunmian arrived at the classroom, the class was silent, with occasional quarrels, but very few people were studying. Today was completely different. Everyone seemed to realize the urgency of time in an instant, reading aloud and reciting, racing against time.

It's like a black and white picture suddenly falls into a few drops of oil paint, and instantly becomes vivid and lively.

However, even the most vivid images were compared to the lifeless ones before, and those students who could move their limbs independently still looked a bit weird and strange.

——Jiang Chunmian finally discovered something wrong!

Clothing.

When she arrived at her new class, it was already March. The weather was neither cold nor warm, but the class was large, and there were always a few hot-tempered students. They were already wearing their summer short-sleeved uniforms, their flesh-colored arms standing out against the blue and white. But today, the students were all wearing the uniform winter uniforms...

After all, this was not a big deal, and Jiang Chunmian forgot about it in a blink of an eye. What concerned her more was something else. The seat that had been vacant for a week finally had a occupant. At this moment, the boy was sitting upright in the seat, reciting words in a clear voice, his soft black hair covering the back of his head, revealing a clean white neck.

The messy table was tidied up and the broken chair was replaced with a new one. The scene she had witnessed before seemed to be imagined by Jiang Chunmian. She blinked her eyes again and again, and always felt that the boy's back seemed familiar.

It seems like we met last night...

Wait a minute? What did she see last night?