After the dean made his request, he left. Today was not counted in the seven-day itinerary. After a long journey, Shen Zhizhu planned to take a shower and have a good sleep.

By the time all this was done, it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. Zhou Fangyun came to take roll call, confirmed that everyone was there, reminded them to go to bed early, closed the doors and windows, and then left.

The bedroom fell into silence for a long time, and then someone spoke in a low voice.

"Are you guys asleep? Let's chat for a while."

The first was to stir up a huge uproar, and they all sat up from the bed with just that in mind.

"Okay, but is anyone sleeping? Will it disturb their classmates who want to sleep?"

"I haven't slept yet. I'm a bit of a bed addict. I couldn't sleep at all on the first day."

"I slept too long in the car during the day, and now I'm not sleepy at all."

"I'm so excited about tomorrow's activities that I can't sleep."

Everyone was talking to each other, and it seemed that no one was sleepy. Shen Zhizhu also took a nap in the car in the afternoon, so he was not very sleepy this time.

"Student Shen Zhizhu, you're not talking. Is he asleep? If so, we can keep our voices down or talk tomorrow."

Shen Zhizhu turned over to make his voice sound clearer.

"I'm not very sleepy yet, but I won't sit up. Maybe chatting here will help me fall asleep quickly."

"Then I'll lie down and chat too. It won't be cold if you cover yourself with the quilt."

"I want it, too."

Everyone sat up and quickly lay down again. Although the weather was not that cold anymore, they would still feel cold at night if they didn't cover themselves with a blanket.

"So what shall we talk about?"

"Anything is fine."

Since there was no main topic, they could only chat about this and that, and suddenly someone made a suggestion.

"Why don't we tell ghost stories? It will be exciting."

"Okay, okay, that's a good idea. I'll go ahead and tell you. It's not a ghost story, it's a personal experience of one of our people. The content is purely fictional, so don't take it as the truth."

A girl wrapped herself in a quilt and sat on the bed.

"Don't worry, we all know what's going on. These are standard story openings. You made them up yourself. Come on, tell us. Don't keep us in suspense."

The first storyteller was called Xiao Tang. She took out a small mining lamp from her backpack, turned it on, and shone it on the ceiling, adding a little light to the dim environment. It was enough to see, but not enough to make it clear.

"Ahem, it starts. In the south of our village, there lived a young mother and daughter. They usually went to work in the fields, came back at night, and went to bed early. That night, the daughter washed the dishes as usual, and the mother had already gone to bed. On the way back to the inner room from the yard, the daughter's dangling hand seemed to touch something soft for a moment."

"At first, she thought it was her butt or her flesh, but then she suddenly remembered that her arm was swinging back and forth with the same amplitude. How come she didn't touch anything last time, but touched it that time? She was very sure that it didn't touch any part of her body."

In order to make the story more frightening, Xiao Tang deliberately changed the tone and voice, and combined with the dim environment, it did have that kind of flavor.

A few of the timid ones had already curled themselves up completely under their quilts, leaving only their eyes and ears exposed, and continued to listen.

"The little girl suppressed her fear and walked back to the house step by step. When she reached the door, she quickly pulled it open and closed it. It took only a second to complete the process."

When he said this, Xiao Tang even used a gasping sound.

"Oh, Xiao Tang, you are so mean. Why do you have to add sound effects when telling a story? It scared me to death. So, that feeling was just an illusion of the little girl?"

"She has returned to the house, and she walked. I have to say, she is really brave. If she is fine even after returning to the house, then she should be fine."

Xiao Tang coughed twice.

"There's more to come. Don't worry, just listen to me and I'll tell you slowly."

Shen Zhizhu's sleepiness was gone at this moment. She tucked her back in, moved a little closer to the bed, and listened carefully to the rest.

"What I just said about luck is true. She thought so too. The little girl felt that home was the safest place. She leaned against the door, took a deep breath, looked up, and suddenly discovered!"

When he said this, Xiao Tang suddenly raised his voice and even sped up his speech.

"She saw a dark figure in front of her, staring straight at her."

"Oh my god, this is too scary. If I was scared, how could it have chased me home? What the hell is this thing?"

The girl named Lucky is the least courageous, but she also likes to listen to horror stories like this the most.

She wrapped herself tightly in her little quilt, as if this could give her an infinite sense of security.

Xiao Tang laughed out loud.

"Look, you're scared. It was actually the girl's mother. Seeing that the little girl hadn't come back for such a long time, she was a little worried and wanted to go and take a look. However, she didn't expect to run into the little girl pushing the door in, so she stood there without moving."

The ending of the story was not as frightening as one might imagine, which made those who were so scared that they wrapped themselves in blankets breathe a sigh of relief.

Lift up a corner of the quilt to let in some air.

"You should have told me earlier. I was so scared. It turned out to be my mother."

Everyone started laughing again, as if the tense and fearful atmosphere just now did not exist at all.

Shen Zhizhu spoke quietly.

"So what was that thing the little girl touched earlier? Was it just my illusion?"

With just one sentence, the atmosphere returned to the beginning. Someone had already started pinching a corner of the quilt, ready to put himself back to the safe zone again.

Xiao Tang is scratching the back of his head.

"Actually, I don't know. We talked about this when we were all together chatting. The little girl and I were from the same village. I asked her about it later, and she said she couldn't explain it clearly. Maybe she really touched her own body."

"Ah, why is that? But it's not bad. At least there's nothing too scary about it. How's that little girl from your village now?"

After Xiao Tang finished his story, he also lay back down.

"She married a man from our village two years ago. When I left for school, she had been pregnant for several months. It felt like she would give birth in a month or two."

"It's amazing. We are about the same age, but she will soon be a mother, while I am still a student. This will not change for the next three years or so."