Just two days after demolishing the haunted building, Jing Cheng discovered something very strange.
Nanming Middle School was in turmoil.
I don't know if it was his illusion, but it seemed as if an invisible aura was brewing in the school, from the internal faculty to all the students in the international class. Positive expressions such as joy, anticipation, excitement, etc. could be seen on everyone's face.
The sanitation workers inexplicably became active, and there was not a single piece of garbage to be seen in the entire campus, and the fallen leaves were swept into one place early on.
This sense of joy seemed to affect the entire campus environment, and even the early birds chirped more loudly than usual.
Jing Cheng originally thought that everyone's excitement was the aftermath of the haunted building being razed to the ground. Because of what happened to Mr. Xu, the principal still had a lot of trust in Jing Cheng, so when he went to the principal's office that afternoon and told the principal that he could solve the problem of the haunted building, the principal was so excited that he accidentally broke a teacup.
Jing Cheng was not really surprised until Qin Yan, who usually did not show his emotions, began to smile.
"Has anything good happened in school recently?" Jing Cheng couldn't help but ask on the way to the cafeteria for breakfast out of curiosity, "I see everyone seems very happy."
Fu Le looked at him strangely, "You don't know?"
Jing Cheng's face clearly said "Why would I ask you if I knew?"
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Fu Le was stunned for a moment, thinking back for a moment, and suddenly slapped his forehead and said, "I almost forgot. You just transferred here, so it's normal that you don't know."
Jing Cheng was puzzled, so what?
Fu Le looked proud and said in a boastful tone: "You were in a public school before, so you probably haven't seen this. I think you should have come directly to our Nanming Middle School when you were promoted to high school. Look how many good things you missed, hehe..."
Fu Le should be called Fu Bage. He talks a lot all day long but never makes a single point.
Jing Cheng didn't want to ask him anymore and turned to look at Qin Yan expectantly.
Qin Yan's lips curled up slightly. He really liked the look of dependence on Jing Cheng when he looked at him. He said lazily, "If nothing unexpected happens, the head teachers of each class will announce this matter this afternoon."
Jing Cheng gritted his teeth: "... Can't you just say it directly?"
Qin Yan smiled: "No."
After saying that, Qin Yan put his hands in his pockets and walked slowly into the cafeteria.
Jing Cheng looked at his back with resentment. This guy... he doesn't even learn good things. What kind of evil taste is this!
Is he still blaming me for hiding the fact that he solved the haunted building from him?
But how could they just talk about the damage to the demon-suppressing monument? After all, this was the mission of their Jing family, and it might not be a good thing for ordinary people to know about it.
Once human curiosity is aroused, it is difficult to retract it...the Taoist priest who saves people from danger is no exception.
Jing Cheng knew that it was impossible to get anything out of these two people. In fact, he could just ask anyone at random, but he didn't do that.
While eating breakfast, Jing Cheng kept asking the two people questions indirectly, but they seemed to have discussed it beforehand and kept their mouths shut tightly, not mentioning the main point at all.
It would have been fine if Qin Yan did it on purpose, but Fu Le just followed the boss' lead. He was about to tell Jing Cheng, but was forced to return the favor by Qin Yan's fierce gaze.
Two childish ghosts.
Jing Cheng's eyes rolled and he began to observe the two people's faces calmly. This person would not lie to him.
Qin Yan was close to him, and their fates were vaguely connected, but fortune-telling did not show that they were related, so it was hard to tell from their faces.
However, he found that Qin Yan's forehead was rosy, the color of the marriage palace was bright, and there were peach blossom patterns, which were signs of the movement of the Red Luan star.
Jing Cheng was surprised, this boy is going to have a romantic encounter, and it's with someone close to him!
After some calculations, Qin Yan is already 19 years old. In his era, children could go out to buy soy sauce... Thinking about it this way, his romantic luck came too late.
Jing Cheng couldn't tell what he felt in his heart, bored? Melancholy?
Anyway...it's kind of unpleasant.
How can a person who practices Taoism be trapped in the petty love and affection of ordinary people?
What should he do? He wanted to break up the couple... Stop! This is a bad idea!
Jing Cheng thought expressionlessly that he would wait until he saw Qin Yan's peach blossom. If he couldn't pass this test, he would crush the peach blossom with his own hands.
The two people who were eating had no idea that Jing Cheng was observing their faces. Fu Le took a sip of the seafood porridge, sighed, smacked his lips and said, "The seafood porridge in our school tastes more authentic than those in restaurants outside. We will graduate in half a year. I feel a little reluctant to leave..."
Qin Yan asked, "A bowl of seafood porridge makes you so greedy? Does your father abuse you at home?"
Fu Le pointed a finger at him and shook his head, saying, "You won't understand the world of foodies. Ask Cheng Zi, he will definitely think the same as I do."
After the incident in the haunted house, no matter how dumb Fu Le was, he understood that the Jing Cheng in front of him was not the same Jing Er he knew before. After witnessing Jing Cheng's various magical methods, Fu Le was not as disgusted and picky towards Jing Cheng as before, and even the way he addressed him became much more intimate.
Qin Yan's face didn't look good, as he remembered the time when Fu Le wanted to add Jing Cheng on WeChat in front of him.
That cute big orange avatar is no longer just in his circle of friends.
Jing Cheng was suddenly called out, and was stunned for a moment before coming to his senses: "What did you say?"
Fu Le said seriously: "We are discussing the common language of foodies. This is a broad subject. On this point, I think classmate Jing Cheng and I should have a lot..."
Qin Yan said unhappily: "Nothing. Shut up." The latter sentence was directed to Fu Le.
Fu Le choked: "...Okay."
Shit, how did I offend Brother Yan? Why is there murderous intent in his eyes when he looks at me?
Jing Cheng looked at the two of them strangely, thinking that it was baffling.
After dinner, the three of them walked towards the teaching building.
Fu Le couldn't help but approach Jing Cheng, licking his face and said, "Mr. Jing, can you help me calculate whether I'm going to be lucky recently?"
Jing Cheng was thinking about Qin Yan while eating, and forgot to observe Fu Le's face. Now, he couldn't help but look at him carefully when he heard the undisguised boasting in his tone, and asked in surprise: "Why do you think so?"
Fu Le said depressedly: "What? Isn't it?" He heard the denial in Jing Cheng's tone and felt a little uncomfortable.
Jing Cheng glanced at him and thought that his forehead was unlucky, a clear sign of bad luck. After all, the secrets of heaven should not be easily revealed, so he could not elaborate. He only said vaguely: "Well, be careful when you go out recently, go to crowded places, and don't be too curious."
All the amulets he drew recently have been given away, and the yellow paper has also been used up. Otherwise, I would give him an amulet, which can help him ward off evil.
Qin Yan interjected: "This kid found a red envelope of 300 yuan when he came back from the Internet cafe last night, and he was so happy about it. Others said that it was a way to ward off bad luck, but he didn't believe it and insisted that he was lucky."
"You picked up a red envelope?" Jing Cheng frowned and asked, "Are you short of money?"
Looking at Fu Le's face, he was obviously a child from a wealthy family. He usually spent money lavishly, so he didn't look like someone who was short of money, right?
Fu Le curled his lips and said, "It's a waste if you don't pick up the money on the roadside. If I don't pick it up, someone else will."
Qin Yan said: "The key is that the money is in the wrong place. It is obvious that someone threw it there on purpose."
Fu Le seemed to have thought of something and frowned in disgust: "It must have flown there accidentally. Wasn't it windy last night?"
Jing Cheng was confused by their evasive words, "What's going on? Explain it clearly."
Fu Le hesitated and said, "That's right... not far from the red envelope there is a dead black cat. It must have been run over by a car. Its body is deflated and looks bloody."
Jing Cheng understood this time, and he could connect the dots with a simple thought. He said disapprovingly, "The car owner must have felt guilty and paid Black Cat compensation. How can you just touch this money casually?"
Fu Le was unconvinced: "Why haven't I seen it before?"
"I've already told you that the car owner has a change of heart. Are you stupid?" Qin Yan sneered.
Jing Cheng said seriously: "Black cats are different from ordinary animals. They are a little spiritual. It's fine if the owner doesn't pay. But if he does, it's the black cat's money and he can't touch it."
Fu Le got goose bumps all over his body after hearing what he said. He rubbed his arms and couldn't help asking, "What should I do? Will the black cat become a ghost cat after it dies and come to me for money? No, it's a cat, but it knows that it's money? It's too smart."
"..." Jing Cheng said in a frown, "What are you thinking? If every living thing turns into a ghost after death, wouldn't the world be in chaos? But the money has some negative energy, it will just bring you bad luck for a while."
Fu Le breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good, it's not a ghost haunting me. Anyway, I'm often unlucky, I'm used to it."
Jing Cheng looked at him hesitantly, wanting to say that this bad luck was not what you thought it was. Although it was not a ghost he encountered, it was not much better.
Forget it, I'll just wait and go over to take a look when the time comes.
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The author has something to say:
Sorry I'm over an hour late today.
Well, I heard from the older generation that if you pick up money on the street and can’t find the owner, you should spend it quickly.
I saw this cat incident a while ago, but there were only three dollars next to it, but people were coming and going, but no one picked it up.
I feel sorry for cats, but I am timid.
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