The moment the homeroom teacher shouted the dismissal slogan, Liao Yuewei suddenly opened her eyes. She wanted to grab Cheng Shuang and run out, but after shifting her legs, she managed to restrain her subconscious action. She calmly reached out and wiped the cold sweat from her forehead and the note from her eyelids.
Although she was dizzy, she was still conscious and even 'floated' in the air, witnessing firsthand how Cheng Shuang saved her and how she dealt with the ghosts filling the classroom.
Of course, there were other discoveries as well, and I was eager to communicate with the little girl.
Unfortunately, some students left the classroom, but most remained. The main reason was that their deskmates sat motionless in their chairs, their eyes always inadvertently drifting towards them.
When Cheng Shuang saw that she had woken up, she first handed her the notebook before taking out the medicine tray that the head of the teaching department had given her to prepare to apply the medicine.
"You'd better take notes carefully," the girl reminded them. Who knows what the next class will be like? If it's the same class, they'll most likely use questions to torment the maintainers.
Perhaps it was Cheng Shuang's calm and unhurried attitude that soothed Liao Yuewei's flustered heart. She calmed herself down, put away her notebook, walked over, and squatted down in front of Cheng Shuang.
"I'll apply the medicine for you." She said, and after Cheng Shuang nodded, she took the porcelain bottle from the medicine tray and carefully looked at the instructions in traditional Chinese characters on the back. It was Yunshan Baiyao Ointment for promoting blood circulation and removing blood stasis, along with a few cold compress patches.
She took some white ointment, melted it in her palm, rubbed it to warm it, and gently applied it to the little girl's slender ankles. Almost as soon as the ointment was applied, the swelling visibly subsided.
A wisp of black smoke emerged from the wound, swirled strangely in the air, and then dissipated.
The chilling force that had been coiling around his ankle dissipated.
Cheng Shuang moved her left foot and found that it was completely healed. After thinking for a moment, she removed a cold compress and carefully applied it.
Liao Yuewei seemed to be checking whether it fit properly. She didn't leave, but instead lowered her head and whispered, "My mental energy is severely depleted. I used one green pill and two white pills."
Cheng Shuang nodded silently. It would have been almost impossible not to get injured in that situation. It seems that the attack of a soul entity is silent and stealthy, and it is more daunting than the monsters on the cruise ship.
"Moreover, there is another protector in the classroom."
The little girl looked up in surprise, almost scrutinizing everyone in the classroom to see who could hide so well...
The two silently mouthed, "Zhang Bao!"
The newcomer protection period is actually effective unless you deliberately cause trouble.
Taking advantage of getting up to block the view from the outside world, Liao Yuewei quickly wrote the character 'δΉ‹' on the table.
At the time, her consciousness was floating in mid-air, and she was somewhat confused. Now that she has awakened, she has suddenly realized some things that she couldn't understand.
Cheng Shuang looked up and winked at her, clearly understanding her hint.
Xu Anya, Lin Bizhi, Luo Qi, and Song Zijiao are the only four names that remain on the exam paper.
Zhang Bao must have entered the classroom before them, so there were only three empty desks left in the classroom. The two of them occupied two of them, and if Zhang Bao was Lin Bizhi, then the remaining one would be Xu Anya.
According to the rules of murder mystery games, Xu Anya should also be a defender.
Cheng Shuang silently calculated the time. The break between classes was only ten minutes long, and even going to the bathroom was a struggle. If they went to other floors to look for clues and were caught by the head teacher, they probably wouldn't be as lucky as they were now.
She got up, opened the window, and looked out. The sun was high in the east; it must be around 10 a.m. She had only one class left before lunch break.
A clean dance outfit was tucked away in the desk drawer, indicating that there was a dance class today.
The girl took out her student ID card, pinned it to her chest, walked up to the class monitor, bent down, and smiled, "Pretty Miss Qianyu, do you have a class schedule? I'd like to copy it."
Wu Qianyu tilted her head and simply handed her the handmade card sewn with white thread.
The card cover is decorated with delicate little flowers, line dividers, and rainbows drawn in pen, similar to a later notebook, but the era in which the ghost lived was clearly not as exquisite and rich as later notebooks.
The little girl blinked and turned to the first page of the school year timetable. The table was drawn with branches and leaves in colored pens, which was very beautiful and elegant. The first line of the title was the 1932 school year timetable.
Cheng Shuang concealed her surprise, recording the course schedule on the form while showering the class monitor with compliments on her creativity and artistic talent. Wu Qianyu smiled modestly; the course of the class had allowed her to get used to her sweet-talking classmate and regain her original composure.
Cheng Shuang was not discouraged. To thank the class monitor, she took out a few stickers from her skirt pocket. They were all cute and adorable. Anyone with a girlish heart, whether human or ghost, would find it hard to resist such cute little things.
Moreover, Wu Qianyu, who already loved adding color to books, immediately brightened up in the girl's dark and deep eyes.
The little girl generously pushed the stickers into her arms and said domineeringly, "They're all yours! Cute stickers for cute you!"
Wu Qianyu smiled and raised her eyebrows, taking the card with obvious delight. She looked it over and over, seemingly satisfied, before deftly snatching the card book back from the little girl and stuffing in another card.
The note contained a simple table outlining the temporary class schedule for September 4, 1933: 8:00-9:00 General History, 9:10-10:20 Chinese Language and Literature, 10:30-11:30 English; 2:00-3:00 PM Physical Education, 3:10-4:20 PM Dance, 4:30-5:30 PM Self-study; 8:00-9:00 PM Poetry; Lights out by 10:00 PM. (The temporary schedule will be adjusted next week; the class monitor and academic representative need to further communicate with the homeroom teacher and subject teachers.)
Looking at the paper in her hand, Cheng Shuang's lips twitched.
What a profit-driven young lady!
After Cheng Shuang finished copying the class schedule and returned to her desk, she was immediately drawn to the open notebook on the desk. On the blank page were five large, blood-red words: "Don't trust her!"
The little girl closed the notebook and pretended to stuff it into the drawer, but actually replaced it with a clean one and put it out again.
Upon learning about the ticket information for this Gate of Reincarnation, she prepared a lot of school supplies, which are now proving useful.
Liao Yuewei buried herself in her work, frantically copying notes. Cheng Shuang noticed her handwriting; those five characters were clearly not left by Liao Yuewei.
Who exactly is that 'she' referring to?
Could it be the class monitor?
After all, the class monitor had almost tricked her just now. If he hadn't given her a generous gift, they probably wouldn't have known that she was supposed to have a dance class in the basement that afternoon!
If you look at last year's old timetable, the last class on the morning of September 4th was also an English class.
Cheng Shuang puffed out her cheeks. She wasn't some Japanese detective who caused deaths wherever he went, and she didn't have the means or the brains to find suspects. So the girl decided to put the matter aside for the time being and get through the next class first.
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