Chapter 24: Ghost Story Middle School 6
Apart from being poor, the thing Huangmao feared most in his life was dogs. When he was a child, he was too naughty and pulled the hair on the tail of a puppy in the old house. The protective big yellow dog chased him across two villages, and there are still scars on his butt from the dog bite.
In the past few years, he had been involved in street fights and had never flinched even when someone hit him on the forehead with a beer bottle. But when facing a dog, he would really become weak in the knees.
Huangmao seemed to have returned to the time when he was six or seven years old and was chased by a dog until tears and snot were streaming. He opened his mobile phone tremblingly, his legs felt like they were filled with lead, and only his fingers could barely spell slowly on the screen.
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Joe: [Photo]
Joe: No need to bite, it looks like it can wrap you up in one bite
The yellow-haired guy almost blacked out when he clicked on the photo.
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Huangmao was intimidated by the dog and dared not move at all. He only felt hot air constantly rising near his neck.
It was more obvious from Qiao Song's angle. A large dog as tall as a small building was standing behind the yellow-haired man with its teeth bared. Because it had just eaten a ghost controlled by hair dye, the canine's teeth were dyed with a little fluorescent color, which made the huge mouth that could eat ghosts without leaving any traces look even more terrifying.
Especially that half can of fluorescent hair dye, which seemed to have been poured onto its face in the end. The large area of fluorescent green seemed like plasma with special effects added, which was particularly eye-catching at night.
But the dog's skin looked very strange, as if it was made up of countless pieces of superstar meat. The epidermis was very smooth and hairless, so the hair dye seemed to have no effect on it. The fluorescent substance on its face was licked clean by it after scratching it twice.
It seemed that it smelled a smell it didn't like, especially near the yellow-haired man's hanging hand. The dog's teeth were bared particularly wide, and it could kill half of the yellow-haired man's body with just a slight opening of its mouth.
But after circling around the yellow-haired man repeatedly, the giant vicious dog finally just sneezed, then turned and walked away, shaking its head.
Leaving now?
Qiao Song originally thought that the dog would sniff him a few times, but the other party didn't seem to have that intention.
Huangmao was nearly knocked to the ground by its sneeze. He half-knelt on the ground and it took him a full minute to recover.
He whispered, "It, it's gone?"
Qiao Song hummed, lowered his voice and asked him: "Have you come into contact with anything special? It has been sniffing your hand just now."
Huangmao sobbed for a long time but couldn't say anything. I don't know if it was because his mind was too confused and he couldn't remember.
Qiao Song: "Forget it, let's go back to the staff dormitory first."
The staff dormitory was not locked at night, and Qiao Song mercifully helped up the yellow-haired guy who was like a puddle of mud. When this guy finally returned to the staff dormitory, he looked like a little beggar who had fled famine.
Fortunately, it was night time when dogs came out, and the number of ghost stories on campus had greatly decreased. They did not encounter any strange things on their way back this time.
Qiao Song followed the yellow-haired man to their dormitory without any hesitation. When he opened the door, the fat man was startled.
"Huang Maosheng, why are you like this?"
Huangmao, whose real name is Huang Maosheng, has a face as pale as if he had just come down from a bungee jumping platform.
"Don't say that. I almost died on the way."
He recounted his experiences on the way out of the dormitory in a halting manner, then sat down and drank a large bottle of water, before he seemed to recover a little.
Huang Mao looked at his two companions who were still tied to the end of the bed: "They..."
The fat man sighed, "He woke up once during the night, and he was still crazy. I hit him with a hammer."
Qiao Song looked around the room and finally his eyes fell on the ball of mud in the fat man's hand.
“Are you making a sculpture?”
The fat man laughed, and didn't mean to hide it: "This is a substitute clay doll that I will use later."
【Ceramic Artist with Ingenuity and Skill】
[Skill 2: When Nuwa created humans, she had to throw mud balls. So of course you have to make a big mud ball when you create humans.]
[After the skill is activated, it will take at least three hours to create a life-size clay doll that can take fatal damage on behalf of the main body. The damage to ghosts is limited to those below red clothes.]
Qiao Song's eyes lit up. This was a good thing.
"Is this skill of yours only enough to make a substitute doll for yourself?"
The fat man immediately forced a businessman's smile on his face: "Of course, we can't just make it for ourselves. Our team also needs to do business. We usually sell some small items. This stand-in doll is the best-selling one. The prop cards in the mall are much more expensive than mine."
Qiao Song was too lazy to listen to his preparations: "Give me a price."
The fat man wanted to compare the prices with those in the mall and then raise his own price as he did before, but when he looked at the evil woman in front of him, his words unconsciously weakened.
Besides, the other party helped them twice after all.
"Well, we are all familiar with each other, how about 300, oh no, 200 soul coins?"
There was no expression on Qiao Song's face. Just when the fat man was thinking that the price was already so low, should he continue to lower it, the woman in front of him handed him a few hundred-dollar soul bills.
"I want three, but do you have to see the person in person before you can make them?"
The fat man happily took the money.
"Almost. Photos are fine, but it will take a lot longer. Don't worry, I'm fast and will ship within two days."
"Besides this, do you sell anything else?"
The fat man immediately looked like he had met a big customer: "We also sell Huangmao's hair dye. Although you can't use it like he does with his 60-second control skills, this hair dye can be used to dye anything. You can change the color of clothes, hair, and even cars. You can freely choose the color combination. You will never suffer a loss or be cheated!"
No wonder these Will-O-W-Fire teenagers had black hair when they entered the dungeon to apply for trainee teachers. It turns out that hair dye can still play its original function normally.
Qiao Song nodded, bought two bottles of hair dye, and gave him a photo of Tang Xiaoxiao to make a clay doll.
She raised her chin to the side again.
"Did the two kidnapped people say anything strange when they woke up at night?"
"Hey, you're really not to mention it." The fat man took back the clay ball in his hand and took out a notebook from the side.
"They kept talking about going to the back hill to find a wishing well. They talked a lot, and I wrote it down."
Jia Ao, the one with a stronger body, kept yelling that he should be let go, saying that it would be too late if he didn't go to the back mountain. He wanted to go into the pond to make a wish, to rescue his good brother, and to atone for his sins.
Wang Xiang, the one who had been saying that Jia Ao poured water on his mattress and was against him, also scolded Jia Ao for being a bully when they were in school, and now he even wants to harm his brother.
Wang Xiang still wanted to beat Jia Ao, saying that the wishing well was fake, he could not atone for his sins, he was destined to go to hell, it would be better for him to kill him with his own hands and offer him to the wishing tree.
Qiao Song frowned: "The wishing pond and the wishing tree are both in the back mountain?"
The fat man didn't seem to understand: "Huang Maosheng was the one who bought the intelligence. He should know about it. Didn't he tell you?"
Huangmao, who had been sitting against the wall for nearly 10 minutes, raised his head a little late: "Ah? The tree and the pond you mentioned are both in the back mountain."
He wiped the sweat off his face with his hands, frowned and smelled his fingers: "Why do my hands smell so strange?"
Under the gaze of the two men, Huangmao suddenly stood up and went to the sink to wash his hands. Fatty always felt that Huangmao looked a little strange and wanted to go and take a look, but was stopped by Qiao Song.
The yellow-haired man was seen rubbing his hands nervously with soap until they were full of foam. The water was splashing, but he became more and more panicked as he washed, and he was muttering to himself more and more.
"It stinks! Why are my hands getting stinkier and stinkier..."
Suddenly, he stared at the water with a dull look: "Who are you? I don't know you... No, I don't have any wishes. I've already said I don't have any wishes. Can you still let me go back to the real world? In fact, I don't particularly want to go back..."
Huangmao paused for a moment, as if listening to someone, and then answered himself:
"Any wish is possible? Just throw a coin into the pond..."
Before the yellow-haired man reached into his pocket, he was suddenly hit hard on the back of his head. He screamed and was pushed away from the sink.
Qiao Song tied his arms behind his back and asked the fat man to open a sealed bottle of mineral water and sprinkle it on his face.
"Huang Maosheng, wake up! Don't be possessed by the nightmare!"
The fat man was a little afraid that Qiao Song would be too heavy-handed, so he wanted to go and help. However, he saw the yellow-haired man struggling hard and preparing to bite him.
"Get out of here, Fatty. I want to make a wish. I want to..."
Qiao Song gave him two big slaps on the back of his head.
I don’t know if it was the bottle of water that worked, or if Qiao Song’s physical attack was enough to refresh his mind, but after a while, the yellow-haired man finally woke up, but the back of his head was extremely painful.
After realizing what he had just done, he turned pale and took out a coin from his pocket in a daze at Qiao Song's signal.
"I don't know where this thing came from! Really! When I checked in the dormitory, I listened to you and didn't touch anything of theirs. I just took a look."
When he checked the dormitories, he even put his hands behind his back and looked around like an old man, for fear that he would reach out his hands out of curiosity. Therefore, the checking process was very slow and delayed his work.
Finally, if he wasn't in a hurry, he wouldn't have rushed down the stairs!
Qiao Song: "You said before that a few little brats kept pestering you when you were doing the final headcount. Was it then that they were released?"
The yellow-haired man seemed to have remembered something: "It's really possible. I was wondering why they kept pestering me. They were all short and couldn't block my view."
Although Huangmao is a skinny boy with a ghost-like appearance, he is at least a tall and strong Shamatte.
Qiao Song: "The dog kept sniffing your hand before, probably because it smelled the coin."
Huangmao had not yet used coins at that time. Although the dog hated the smell on him, it did not eat the coin just because it was on him.
"If you use coins, you might be transferred from the trainee teacher camp to the student camp using the wishing well. If you encounter a dog when you go out at night, you might actually be swallowed by it."
Knowing that he had barely escaped, the yellow-haired boy's face turned pale and blue: "I'll remember those stinky boys. If I run into them in class tomorrow, I will definitely catch them."
Qiao Song looked him up and down and said, "It's better to be cautious. It is said that the trainee teachers in this school are worn out very quickly. Tomorrow's class may not be easy."
Thinking of this, she said, "Who of you go check Jia Ao's pocket? He just said he wanted to go to the wishing well. See if he has any coins."
The fat man searched and found it was real.
Just like the one in Huangmao’s pocket, it is an exquisite brass coin with excellent craftsmanship and a retro feel.
Most likely, when Wang Xiang was moving the mattress, he found this thing from somewhere and put it directly into his pocket.
He immediately cursed a few times: "This kid used to like to steal things secretly. I thought he had changed this bad habit, but sooner or later he will die from this."
It seems that people who hold coins are easily assigned to the wishing well camp, while people who come across missing student belongings are likely to be bewitched by the wishing tree.
"Since they have escaped and are still conscious, the two people who were isolated tomorrow will most likely be able to return to normal. Just tie them up tightly at night and don't let them run away."
After saying these words, she prepared to go back to her dormitory to rest.
However, if this is the case, Tang Xiaoxiao, who has already used the student seat, may have been transferred to the Wishing Tree camp.
We should be able to know the result tomorrow during the day.
After a dreamless night, Qiao Song put down the hammer in her hand after getting up in the morning. Perhaps it was because they had not been in the dungeon for too long, nothing unusual happened in the staff dormitory last night. She looked at the time and went to the cafeteria to eat on time. Tang Xiaoxiao had not replied to her yet, but Qiao Song received the message from the ghost fire boy first.
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It was the first time that Qiao Song had seen such a childish text message about sworn brotherhood.
Joe: No thanks.
Qiao: If you have art class today, remember to pay attention to the students with the best grades and the students with the worst grades in the class. Are they in two completely different camps? Also, pay attention to the smell they wear and the items they often use and their living habits to see if there are any differences.
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Qiao: Don’t call me that. If you really don’t want to, just call me Sister Qiao.
After putting away her cell phone, she rushed to the gathering place for the trainee teachers - the comprehensive office in the junior high school teaching building.
She received the message from Tang Xiaoxiao just a few minutes before class.
Little Candy: [screaming]
Xiao Xiao Yi Ke Tang: Sister Qiao Song!!! Was I possessed by a ghost last night and went to trick you? When I woke up this morning, I was in that ghost gym again! I thought I was dreaming last night!
Joe: [Video file]
Joe: I'll tell you later.
She repeated to Tang Xiaoxiao the precautions she had given to Huangmao, and the little girl whimpered and replied with an "ok".
After sending the message, she had already walked to the gathering place for the intern teachers, but to her surprise, there were very few teachers here.
In the entire junior high school sports department, there are only her and the two people from the yellow-haired team who almost died yesterday.
Doesn't the electronic sign at the bus stop indicate that a bus will arrive at the station in a day? Is there no newcomer entering this instance today?
A middle-aged man with a cheerful face and a big belly glanced at the three of them.
"Not bad, not bad. We have three more physical education interns in our junior high school group. However, since our school is currently short of teaching staff, you may need to go to the high school department to help out occasionally. That should be okay."
Seeing that the three had no objections, he brought a box over and distributed the things they would need for today's class.
"Today we will start with the junior high school physical education class, but I hope everyone understands that our main purpose in teaching physical education is to have fun and to exercise healthily and happily. So sometimes, while ensuring the safety of the children, it is best not to interfere with their play."
Qiao Song took a long-handled metal whistle hanging around his neck and a roster: "Are there no lesson plans and specific sports events?"
The male teacher exclaimed, "Aren't midterm exams coming up soon? The teaching team has decided to replace all physical education classes with free time. The children can organize themselves and play whatever they want. After the rules are set, everyone will follow them together."
"Of course, as a teacher, you can't actively hurt students, but children are always prone to stumbling when they move. Teachers, please don't let the children get hurt, otherwise the parents will not be fooled easily. But at the same time, remember to protect yourself, children are always not careful when they hit them."
The middle-aged man who said this had undisguised malice in his eyes.
Qiao Song turned over his ID card as if he sensed something.
【Happy Physical Education Class】
[The children in the strange story middle school love physical education class very much. After escaping from the boring classroom like a cage, they can release all their strength here. What? What if you get hurt because of playing too much? But who says that only students can get hurt in physical education class? But please remember that a fun game rule needs to be agreed by everyone. ]
Tsk, you really don't have any intention of hiding it at all.
The specific content of ordinary ghost stories will only be revealed after experiencing them, but the small red words that appeared in advance seemed to be blatantly mocking them, telling them to come to class and wait for death.
Qiao Song hung a metal whistle around his neck and put on a bright sportswear with an indifferent expression.
She teaches physical education to the first graders in the morning, while the other two are responsible for the second and third graders.
Because the recent physical education classes are mainly free activities, half of the first-year students attend classes in the morning and the other half in the afternoon.
Qiao Song remembered that Xiao Ni seemed to be in Class 9 of Grade 9. He wondered if he would have the chance to meet him on the playground.
Jia Ao and Wang Xiang seemed particularly taciturn, perhaps because of what happened yesterday. They only thanked Qiao Song when they first met, and then went back to their work and attended physical education classes.
Each class had a different gathering place on the playground. Half of the first graders were gathered near the flag-raising platform at the southernmost end. It was a mess when Qiao Song went there. Children of this age are naturally active and playful. Not to mention that the name of this copy is Ghost Story Middle School, and every person is a moving ghost story.
His eyes swept over a large basket of soft leather balls, and Qiao Song blew the metal whistle suddenly.
"Everyone, go back to class and stand in place. Count first."
Surprisingly, before the course officially started, these children were quite obedient, and were even a little afraid of Qiao Song's stern expression.
The sports committee member of each class came out and helped count the number of people. Qiao Song recorded them one by one. Just like yesterday, some people were still absent.
She asked the sports committee members: "Did these students only miss physical education classes, or did they not participate in all classes throughout the day?"
"Teacher, don't you know? They have been missing from school for a long time."
The little girl who answered her question kept her eyes on the ball in Qiao Song's other hand.
Qiao Song tossed the red ball gently a few times: "Your previous PE teacher said that your favorite game is dodgeball. Wouldn't it be too crowded for so many classes to play with one ball?"
The little girl licked her lips and said, "How could that be? Anyway, the teacher is hiding alone, and everyone likes to play like this."
The bell rang, and the noisy group of children suddenly became quiet. They all stared at Qiao Song who was holding the ball in front of them, and asked her in unison: "Teacher, are you not going to serve the ball yet? Can we start playing?"
More than 100 children, like evil ghosts eager to eat people, gathered into a ball of negative energy out of nowhere in the sun-drenched playground.
Qiao Song smiled: "Of course, but we can change the game a little bit. How about we play the ghost game plus dodgeball? The person who is hit by the ball will become a ghost and then attack the next person."
One child immediately frowned to show his displeasure: "But before, we all played together, and the PE teacher hid alone."
Qiao Song stretched out a finger and shook it: "What's the point? If it's a dodgeball and ghost hunting game, wouldn't it be good to keep creating ghosts and attack new people with the ball? The first child who turns me into a ghost can attack me first."
Immediately, one of the children’s eyes lit up. Doesn’t that mean whoever hits the target first can eat the physical education teacher first?
Seeing that some of the ghost kids were already interested, Qiao Song added fuel to the fire: "Or are you afraid that you can't catch me with so many people?"
The method of provoking others is also applicable to children who are very competitive.
The little kids who were confused agreed one after another, and then scattered in this corner of the playground with full of fighting spirit.
Qiao Song held the ball high and blew the whistle.
"start--"
She sent the first ball out, and it quickly hit a little boy with a watermelon head. The boy was not angry at all. Instead, he took the ball back with a smile on his face, turned around and showed his sharp teeth: "Then it's my turn to be the ghost--"
Um?
No, where is the physical education teacher?
When they saw the first ghost appear, they found that their biggest target at this time - the physical education teacher himself - was missing.
A group of children wearing the same sportswear were looking around on the playground, and suddenly someone was hit on the head by the ball again.
Qiao Song's voice came from afar: "It's your turn to be a ghost again."
Is this the second ball?
Once the physical education class rules come into effect, everyone must follow them. The student who was hit always felt something was wrong, but still held the ball and started looking for his target.
It's strange. The color of the clothes the physical education teacher wears is different from everyone else's. She wears a bright red sports jacket, while the students are all wearing blue sportswear. How come she disappears when there are more people around?
Not only did people disappear, but the number of dodgeballs on the playground was increasing rapidly. I don't know how many children were hit on the head for no apparent reason.
5, 10, 20...
When half of the ghost kids were running around with their dodgeballs, they realized that the physical education teacher still hadn't shown up.
They pricked their noses hard but still could not smell any living person.
"Let's not play yet, let's find the teacher first—"
The sports committee member who said this was quickly hit on the head by the second ball.
He turned around with a ferocious expression: "Who dares to hit me?"
The answer came from the third ball on the back of his head.
The ghost kid got angry, grabbed the dodgeball in his hand, and quickly threw it at his companions around him.
They were already full of anger and had lost their target. Once the first ghost started attacking their companions, the whole scene became chaotic. There were originally two opposing camps among these students, and they usually tended to have uneven benefits when sharing human food. Now all new and old grudges broke out.
The red ball was flying around on the playground. Whoever was hit by the ball would become a ghost. But almost all the children on the playground had been hit. The group of ghosts were so excited that they pushed and fought each other.
"You dare to bite me! Believe it or not, when it gets dark, I will tear your head off!"
"Come on, we haven't had enough from the fight in the back hills last time. Believe it or not, I will kick your head like a ball!"
"I've been eyeing that PE teacher's arm for a long time. Was it you who grabbed it when the food was finally distributed?!"
"So what if it's me? No one will have any food today anyway, so I'll bite you and beat you up!"
The group of naughty kids were already annoyed after losing Qiao Song, and they were constantly attacked by other balls for unknown reasons.
Under the influence of this chaotic atmosphere, the children were in chaos every minute, but during the day they still maintained their human form, which greatly limited their ability to attack each other. They could only knock each other with soft balls, and the scene was funny and hilarious.
A loud whistle was not blown until a few minutes before the end of the get out of class.
"get out of class is about to end, come and gather."
Qiao Song, who had been watching the fight from the sidelines, silently came down from the tree at the edge of the playground, dusted off the dust on her body, turned her bright red coat inside out, and used yellow hair dye to dye it the same blue as the other kids.
In addition, the ghost cloaks conceal their scent, and these ghost children usually rely on their noses to distinguish living people. Their brains are still as easily fooled by adults as children.
"Everyone put the ball in the basket and then return to the line. No more play is allowed."
The male teacher's words about being afraid of the children getting hurt were probably just excuses. Seeing these naughty kids fighting each other for so long, there was not even a mark on their faces, at most their clothes and hair were a little messy. When he saw Qiao Song standing at the front of the team unharmed, his expression was filled with resentment.
"Teacher, are you cheating? Everyone has to follow the rules. Why don't you come down and play with us?"
Qiao Song collected the balls one by one, put them in a net bag, and put them back into his universal toolbox.
"I've been playing with you guys the whole time, haven't I? I've hit so many people with the ball, but no one has hit me with the ball."
She rubbed the dead child's head hard and smelled the fishy smell on him.
"You guys are just too bad at playing games, brother."
Under the unwilling gazes of the little kids, Qiao Song calmly left the get out of class.
The kid had skipped the entire physical education class, and when he returned to the office, the yellow-haired boy's art class had already ended.
As soon as he saw them, Huangmao started wailing: "This is fucking horrible! If I didn't have enough props, I would have been killed by them in art class!"
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