The shadow overhead grew darker and darker.
The person standing in front of the desk is probably bending over... to examine the bookshelf?
The girl with glasses held her breath...
No, it's not breathing yet.
The girl with glasses puffed out her cheeks regretfully, and subconsciously looked at the cat she loved most, then suddenly opened her eyes wide.
The books on the bookshelf were arranged unevenly due to their thickness and size. Both the human and the ghost chose to hide in the grooves between the books, but Cheng Shuang was clearly no longer in her original spot. It looked around frantically, momentarily forgetting the impending crisis, showing that Cheng Shuang's disappearance was more serious to it than the arrival of its 'teacher'.
The cat is naughty, the cat is disobedient, the cat has run away!
This realization made the girl with glasses puff out her cheeks even more in dissatisfaction, her skin faintly revealing the texture of a mirror. She tried to shrink back between the books, but secretly stretched her legs out from the edge of the bookshelf, using the mirrored surface of her feet to search for the cat's whereabouts.
The shadow overhead slowly receded, replaced by a huge hand descending from the sky.
Cheng Shuang deliberately chose a hardcover book to hide in, far away from the girl with glasses.
The hardcover book has a colorful cover featuring blue skies, white clouds, grass, and flowers.
Using the shadow cast by the book, the little girl tried to shrink herself into a tiny strip, perfectly 'hiding' herself among the petals of a pink and white flower. But when that large hand landed on a book not far away, her breath caught in her throat, her heart pounded wildly, and cold sweat poured down her back.
The sweat slightly itched my eyes and brows, and my arms trembled involuntarily. I had an urge to wipe away the sweat.
However, it cannot move.
The teacher can't see it!
It's not like we're playing a 'spot the difference' game; it's just about picking a book. Normally, you can tell if a book is the one you want to read just a few seconds after locking your gaze on the title, and then you'll move on to the next book.
Therefore, it cannot be seen.
The little girl told herself, "I must not move!"
She calmed herself down and quietly observed the tall but thin 'teacher'.
At first glance, this ghost's image should be the most normal one since the library, even less so than Tian Dashuo, the maintainer, after all, Tian Dashuo is too slovenly.
Of course, this kind of look can also be described as ordinary, like the most ordinary teacher in the school, who returns to the office after class, chooses a book he wants to read, and enjoys the rare tranquility in his free time when there are no classes or naughty children.
Because she was backlit, Cheng Shuang couldn't see the 'teacher's' face clearly, and she also had to be constantly vigilant about the 'big hand's' movements. So all she knew was that the 'teacher' was wearing a very elegant mid-length dress that suited her status.
She held her breath and quietly looked up at the huge hand, even seeing the thin calluses on the fingertips clearly, watching it brush past the hardcover books one by one, landing on the thickest one.
Cheng Shuang pursed her lips. Would a thicker book prove that 'she' spent more time in the office?
That's not a good thing!
The little girl sighed softly, but thankfully the large hand moved on to another target the next second...
However, Cheng Shuang was not happy.
Because that hand reached towards the book where the little girl was hiding.
If the book is taken away, her existence will be exposed.
Cheng Shuang gritted her teeth, hesitated for a moment, and then took out another card.
The Gate of Reincarnation uses cards far too frequently. No wonder the maintainers of the previous world, knowing the danger, still participated in the game frantically, trying every means to win back the cards.
There are too many unknown dangers and uncertainties. The more cards you have, the more likely you are to have the right to live in a life-or-death situation.
Although she didn't really want to use the 'Lord Adorak's Castle', which was no less dangerous than a ghost, she didn't have any other options now. The giant hand had already pressed down, and the surrounding sky suddenly darkened.
Snap!
The tense little girl watched in surprise as the 'teacher' withdrew his hand, and quickly slapped her shoulder. A loud, amplified voice boomed, "How could there be a mosquito!"
mosquito?
mosquito!
Her peach-blossom eyes widened as she stared at the large mosquito that had been swatted into a specimen shape in the 'teacher's' palm. Because of her exceptional five senses, she could even see the dense hairs on the mosquito's antennae.
This is a mosquito that died a very tragic death.
Of course, the enlarged mosquito is also ugly.
The little girl, on the contrary, exhaled slowly without any disgust, feeling a deep sense of familiarity.
Thank you, mosquitoes!
You are a good mosquito that died a worthy death!
May the mosquito have a peaceful life in its next life.
What made Cheng Shuang happiest was that the 'teacher' disgustedly gave up reading, turned to the side to pull out a tissue to wipe his hands, then felt it wasn't enough, turned around and left the room. Judging from the corner of his eye at the window, he was probably heading towards the bathroom.
The clattering of heels on the floor, accompanied by the sound of a door closing, gradually faded into the distance.
She quickly took the opportunity to stretch her limbs and twist her stiff body. Just as she was about to find a place to jump off the desk, she heard a loud buzzing sound hovering above her head.
A subtle emotion stirred within the little girl, as if she had overlooked something, but couldn't quite recall it. When she slowly raised her head, her peach-blossom eyes met a pair of large, compound eyes resembling aviator goggles, and she finally realized what she had been ignoring!
Cheng Shuang's mind inappropriately drifted to the biology edition of "100,000 Whys" at home, which she had only glanced at twice and hadn't finished reading yet. It explained the differences between male and female mosquitoes.
Unlike male mosquitoes that feed on dew and nectar (drinking nectar and plant sap), female mosquitoes are smaller and use nutrients such as proteins in their blood to provide energy, thus successfully reproducing.
Just what I feared most has come to pass!
The buzzing sound was incredibly loud. Under those inorganic compound eyes, Cheng Shuang froze again, her gaze shifting downwards and settling on the six hard, narrow mouthparts that resembled a row of sharp swords.
From this perspective, female mosquitoes are quite terrifying, resembling killing machines born solely to suck blood!
The fact that there was no blood on the mosquito in the teacher's palm does not mean that it did not have time to suck blood, but rather that it does not suck blood in the first place and is a typical male mosquito.
So I didn't hear a buzzing sound before, unlike this one now, which is so loud it makes my eardrums ring.
The little girl, her head throbbing from the noise, pouted. After a giant mosquito swooped down, she rolled on the ground and quickly darted into the gaps between the books. Agilely, she scurried through the narrow, pipe-like passageway to the other side of the bookshelf.
She glanced at the bespectacled girl who was still stretching out her legs and looking around for her. Before the mosquito could react, she and the sullen monster grabbed two tissues from the desk, picked them up by the four corners, and jumped off the thickly cushioned chair.
The monstrous creature floated in the air, occasionally bumping into the tissue parachute to adjust its direction. Just as Cheng Shuang was about to land lightly on the cushion, it landed first, opened its cloak to catch the little girl, and then shook the cloak off with a super tough guy gesture.
The thick cushion was very soft, and Cheng Shuang bounced twice before she could stand still. The door creaked open again.
The black cushion and the pink and white little girl formed a stark contrast, like a chalk dot on a clean blackboard, with no obstruction.
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