Liao Yuewei thought she was incredibly stupid. How could two adjacent classes be exactly the same? Whether she copied the notes or not was irrelevant; she wasn't expecting to get a diploma in the world of ghosts and monsters anyway.
But seeing the little girl diligently preparing for her English textbook, she instinctively felt that she couldn't be too perfunctory.
Liao Yuewei felt a little melancholy. Due to family reasons, she started working right after graduating from high school. Every time she passed by the school after get off work, she felt a thousand regrets. This Gate of Reincarnation could finally fulfill her long-cherished wish. Although she couldn't be the first maintainer to study diligently at the Gate of Reincarnation, she was sure she would be among the top three.
...No, I don't really want a bunch of ghosts as classmates!
Before she could finish copying her notes, the bell rang. Cheng Shuang retrieved her notebook, and as the students rushed to the classroom, her arm trembled slightly, revealing a black cloak.
Wiping the floor, the gloomy-looking girl walked out of the classroom.
The last English class went smoothly. The teacher was a nun, and apart from wearing a mask and not speaking, communicating entirely with chalk and blackboard, there was nothing else unusual (crossed out).
The masked nun was talking about the content of the previous Chinese class. She asked all the students to translate their notes from the previous class into English, and then she would select a passage to read aloud.
When it was Liao Yuewei's turn, she drew the section of notes that Liao Yuewei hadn't finished copying.
When Liao Yuewei failed the spot check, she immediately took off her mask and gave her a loving hug.
By then, the course was already more than halfway through, and this unexpected move caught everyone off guard.
The face beneath the mask, from the upper teeth down, was bloody and empty.
The nun teacher had only half a head, and the cervical vertebrae, with flesh and blood seeping out, were clearly visible.
Perhaps because Liao Yuewei's consciousness had experienced the grand scene of the gathering of ghosts, she managed to hold on to the chair and stand firm even when faced with the half-faced nun who was so close.
Finally, under the silent pressure from the nun, he swayed and volunteered to stand at the back of the classroom as punishment, which finally satisfied her and allowed her to put her mask back on.
Cheng Shuang was quite good at English, mainly because she rarely had any entertainment; even studying was considered a form of entertainment. Besides, the curriculum at the girls' college wasn't very advanced; in those days, English was usually introduced in high school, but Cheng Shuang had been receiving bilingual education since kindergarten.
So the little girl's translation and reading were neither good nor bad in the class, neither bad nor outstanding.
Liao Yuewei: I hate that my hand speed is too slow, I hate that God is unfair to me, I hate that I didn't pay attention in class, I hate...
After one class period, Liao Yuewei had wasted another white pill.
She felt that her heart was the most wounded, and she was heartbroken!
As soon as the school bell rang, Liao Yuewei, who was waiting for her classmates to go to lunch and also hoping they could find the cafeteria, was dumbfounded. Almost instantly, all thirty-odd classmates, along with the nun teacher, turned around to look at them in unison, their mouths wide open in a loud, high-pitched voice. Upon closer inspection, only three words could be heard—'Go to lunch.'
The classroom was gradually filled with noise, and the words became blurry and deafening.
A huge sense of crisis washed over her. It seemed that lunch break was also very dangerous. Without hesitation, Cheng Shuang grabbed Liao Yuewei and ran out of the classroom.
There was no one in the corridor; it was impossible to ask a classmate for directions.
“The restaurant is outside this school building.” Liao Yuewei touched the back of her cold neck, recalling the medium’s initial description of the girls’ school’s layout, and then thinking about how large the area outside the school was. She gasped and said with a sigh, “Looks like we’ll need to spend some time finding the restaurant.”
"There might be time restrictions for lunch too." Cheng Shuang jogged along, the clatter of her leather shoes echoing in the hallway.
Liao Yuewei followed closely behind.
When the two arrived at the square outside the teaching building, Liao Yuewei suddenly covered Cheng Shuang's sensitive eyes, which were trying to look up at the building.
"Don't look!" she said, trembling.
The little girl sighed and brushed away the beautiful woman's cold hand. "Fine, I won't look, and you shouldn't look either. There's nothing to see!"
It wasn't that there wasn't much to see; from the first to the fifth floor, every classroom window was covered with countless faces, and countless empty eyes stared at them without blinking, devoid of any emotion.
Liao Yuewei forced a smile, and before she knew it, Cheng Shuang had led her to the left side of the teaching building.
The little girl had a clear goal and headed straight for a grove of trees.
The restaurant, with its white exterior, stands amidst the trees, like a villa in the woods, quiet and secluded.
Liao Yuewei didn't ask Cheng Shuang how she found the restaurant so easily; she was already prepared to let the ghosts push her to the ground or let the little girl carry her to victory.
Before them, no one from the school had come out, but as soon as they entered the cafeteria, it became bustling and lively, with a long line of people waiting to get their food stretching all the way to the door.
The five order windows were not yet open, and inside stood middle-aged women serving food, holding ladles and ready to serve.
The entire school was filled with young girls in their prime, all wearing high-waisted midi skirts, their slender legs a sight to behold.
The class monitor, with her pure and pretty face, was still one of the most striking. She raised her eyebrows and smiled warmly, greeting the two of them enthusiastically, "Why are you taking so long! You'll be late if you don't hurry up and get your food!"
Immediately, an unfamiliar female student in the back of the line called out warily, "Hey, you can't cut in line. Cutting in line will make the supervisory committee unhappy."
The class monitor stuck out his tongue at them helplessly.
Liao Yuewei only felt a toothache. Ha, why not just say they dug a pit and were just waiting for them to jump in? If they didn't cut in line, they wouldn't get a hot meal by the time class started.
Of course, she didn't care at all about the quality of the girls' school lunches; if she could, she really wouldn't want to eat a single bite.
The restaurant's main entrance divides the space into two parts: the left side is packed with people, while the right side is mostly empty, with only a few people around, and some have already started eating.
Cheng Shuang curiously tiptoed to look, and saw the head teacher at a table on the right that wasn't even full. Remembering the incredibly effective ointments and patches, the girl instinctively gave the head teacher a sweet smile, silently waved, and said, "Good afternoon, teacher!"
The head of student affairs was holding a steaming cup of tea. His stern face stiffened, and he stared at her coldly for a long time without moving.
The little girl scratched her head in confusion, thinking she had disturbed the headmaster's meal, and made an apologetic gesture. But upon closer inspection, she realized something was amiss. She observed carefully and noticed that the headmaster's cold gaze wasn't on her, but rather on the side of her.
Cheng Shuang turned around abruptly and saw a large clock half-hidden by the open door. Almost half an hour had passed since get out of class ended.
The clock was about to strike twelve, and above it was a notice stating that the meal service would begin at 12:00 and end at 12:30.
In just half an hour, they probably wouldn't even be able to get a meal.
Cheng Shuang subconsciously looked towards the head teacher, but the upright figure was no longer there. Instead, the homeroom teacher of Class 3, Grade 3, gave her a meaningful, cold smile.
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