There was only the teacher in the classroom, holding a book, pointing at the blackboard from time to time, and listening to the students below.
It started raining outside the classroom. It was sunny just now, but now the rain was falling in a line, one string after another, and the mist was so thick that it covered all the scenery farther outside the window.
Amid the sound of the pattering rain, the students were very quiet. They all seemed to be sitting quietly in their seats, listening attentively.
Song Chang was sitting in the back seat, now lying on the table, furtively tearing off a long blank strip from the page of the book, holding a pen in his hand, biting the pen tip from time to time, and writing a few lines.
Folding the long strip of paper in half and rolling it carefully into a small cylinder, Song Chang looked left and right, then glanced at the teacher on the podium. When she turned to face the blackboard and was not paying attention, he threw the ball of paper towards the seat diagonally in front of him.
Something flew over from behind.
Small in size, straight in route, and without flapping wings.
Luo Zheyu raised his hand, stopped the paper ball that was about to fly past his ear, and held it in his hand.
The young female teacher who was lecturing at the podium happened to turn around.
She saw Luo Zheyu raising his hand with a look of joy on his face.
Luo Zheyu: …
I had a bad feeling in my heart.
Sure enough, the young female teacher slowly opened her mouth and said, "Student Ni Ke is very confident. He raised his hand before the teacher asked. Then we will ask Student Ni Ke to come up and answer this question."
Luo Zheyu stood up, turned around slowly, and cast a deep gaze at the back seat.
At that position, Song Chang opened a tall book, placed it upright on the table, and buried himself behind the book, not daring to show his head.
The face hiding behind the book was filled with an expression of dismay and misery.
Fortunately, Luo Zheyu can solve the questions on the blackboard.
He put down the chalk, stepped down from the podium, and slowly opened the ball of paper in his hand.
If there is no necessary information on the note...
[Dude, I just saw someone who looks like me again. He was standing with that female teacher, looking at me from the podium. I was so scared that my heart stopped for a moment.
It's still standing there, but it's closer to me than the last time I saw it in the cafeteria.
I just want to tell you quickly, don't rush to pull out the nail, it looks painful, anyway, that thing can only scare me now, it can't do anything to me, wait until that thing is closer to me, you can just scratch it with its claws. 】
【good. 】
Luo Zheyu wrote a word on the note.
The ring finger of my left hand has been to the infirmary and wrapped in gauze.
He rolled up the paper again and threw it back.
“Pah.”
After a slight sound, the paper ball hit the bull's eye and hit Song Chang on the top of his head.
Song Chang quietly popped his head out from behind the textbook that was standing upright on the table and picked up the paper ball.
After opening it and reading it, he scratched his head and threw the note into the desk drawer.
"Hey--"
Ruan Linglan tied her ponytail with a rubber band again, leaned over and stared, shouting at Song Chang in a whisper, trying to attract his attention.
The voice of this greeting was raised as loud as possible to ensure that Song Chang could hear it, but it was also suppressed to avoid being discovered by the teacher on the podium. It can be seen that he was very skilled in this technique.
Song Chang:?
Ruan Linglan took out a small ball of paper, tried to throw it in the direction of Song Chang, aimed twice, and threw it hard.
Song Chang caught the paper ball and opened it in confusion.
【What are you talking to Luo Zheyu about? 】
Shaking his head, Song Chang threw the note into the desk and had no intention of replying.
When Ruan Linglan saw his action, she wrinkled her nose and gritted her teeth.
He tore off another piece of blank paper, wrote a few lines on it, crumpled it up, and threw it to Bai Lu who seemed to be listening attentively.
Bai Lu picked up the ball of paper that had just been thrown on the table, hid it under the table and opened it.
[Song Chang secretly slipped a note to Luo Zheyu, asking him if he still ignored me, we should isolate him! ]
Bai Lu looked back at Song Chang. He was sitting on the chair bored, leaning to the left and then to the right, as if there were nails on the chair and he refused to sit still for even a moment.
There was a hint of smile in his eyes.
Replied:
[Okay, let's isolate him. If we take another test, we won't let him copy answers.]
He crumpled the paper ball twice and threw it back to Ruan Linglan.
Yin Momo watched them passing the paper balls back and forth, and then she took a pen and quickly wrote a few words on the large pages of the book, and then she thickened the strokes, and then she held up the textbook high, like holding a large sign, and the words on it were displayed to the people in the back seat.
[You passed notes in class without me, that's too much!!]
Zhang Yuhao, who also did not pass notes in class, pushed his glasses and continued to draw a turtle on the page of the book.
Shen Jialing, with a gentle expression and a gentle face, shook her head, took out the pin on her school badge brooch, straightened it into a long and thin needle, and hid it in her sleeve.
Yu Suran sat in his seat with an expressionless face, his mind wandering.
"Yin Momo?"
The young female teacher's voice suddenly called out Yin Momo's name and called the roll at the podium.
The movement of holding the textbook suddenly froze, and Yin Momo looked at the teacher on the podium with a timid expression.
"Yin Momo, you're not paying attention in class, why are you holding the book so high?"
Yin Momo put down the textbook slowly and mechanically.
"Go stand in the corridor."
The female teacher said arrogantly and coldly.
“No, don’t!”
Yin Momo was horrified.
In a horror thriller, cannon fodder always follows the law of death if left alone, and she doesn't think she will be the protagonist.
Besides, even if you know that someone is protecting you, it is still terrifying to see someone who looks exactly like you looking at you strangely!
Or I'm alone.
You must not go out.
Yin Momo suddenly covered her chest with a look of pain and bent her back.
"Teacher, my stomach hurts!"
The young female teacher on the podium: …
"Why are you holding your chest when your stomach hurts?"
Even if it is an intelligent program without a soul, its IQ cannot be insulted.
“I…I…”
Yin Momo made up her mind, laid her face on the table, and shouted, "My chest hurts, I'm suffocating, it's so uncomfortable, so painful, ouch, my head hurts too, I can't breathe..."
Perhaps because she acted so realistically, the young female teacher seemed to believe it and asked, "Is it really that uncomfortable?"
"Really, really." Yin Momo frowned, looked weak, and nodded repeatedly.
"Do you want to go to the infirmary?"
Oops, I overdo it.
Yin Momo was stunned and shook her head repeatedly.
"No, no, I'll just lie down and rest for a while, thank you, teacher!"
"I think you still need to go and see it."
"Teacher, it's really not necessary. This is an old problem that I have frequently. I just need to take a rest..."
The others sat in their seats, silently watching Yin Momo tell lies one after another.
Tsk tsk.
This is too good.
…………
The grey thread that was pulled out from the tail of the bad luck around him extended into the void and was quickly absorbed by the center of the vortex like a thread.
The top of bad luck was still swirling around Luo Zheyu up and down, without stopping for a moment. Although it was constantly being drawn away by the center of the vortex, there was no sign of decreasing at all.
This passive ability is too strong.
The other end of the thin line extends out from the center of the vortex...
Just like a rigorous processing workshop, negative emotions are concentrated, compressed, and quickly transformed into another kind of force and transmitted out.
There was a thin, barely perceptible gray thread mixed in it, which could not be transformed into another kind of power.
A young man with an ordinary look but a rebellious look between his brows sat cross-legged with his five fingers facing the sky.
The other kind of power that was transformed was directed to his side.
He absorbed it bit by bit.
Includes thin grey lines.
…………
Connected.
Luo Zheyu opened his eyes from resting, and the corners of his lips curled up.
He was the head of the bad luck, and now he found that the tail of the bad luck involved another person.
I just don’t know if the other party can discover the bad luck and find me along this line.
It would be best if you could come to me on your own initiative.
It can also save him a lot of effort.
I just don’t know how much connection this person with bad luck has with the existence behind the scenes of the “movie” space.
Yin energy gradually appeared.
A ghost appeared beside me, just on the left hand side, very close.
Luo Zheyu turned his head slightly and saw a student wearing a white shirt.
His face was fair, tender and handsome, his lips were red and his teeth were white, his big, slightly round eyes were black and lustrous. At this moment, his eyes were gloomy, staring straight at Luo Zheyu, and the black pupils in his eyes gradually expanded until they filled the entire eye sockets.
Pure black eyes, no whites.
It makes the fair face look pale.
The corners of his lips were stretched to reveal a half-smile, which looked extremely strange.
He stretched out his hand and tried to hold Luo Zheyu's hand like twins.
The sharp, black nails touched his hand first.
After a shrill scream, the smoke disappeared.
Luo Zheyu didn't know what the consequences would be after being caught by the ghost in the movie.
But there is no need to try it yourself just for the sake of curiosity.
Anyway, it won’t be a good consequence.
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