Is the system pissed off today?

Chapter 60. 60. Green Tree Ghost School [2]

The girl's forehead was covered by bangs, with huge black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose, her head was buried so low that she couldn't see her facial expression clearly.

"Master, she is wearing plain glasses."

A question mark slowly appeared on Jing Jue's forehead, and then the ugly doll gave her a popular science about convex mirrors and concave mirrors.

Jing Jue: ...

The girls around left the girl's position tacitly, and then formed a few small circles in twos and threes, watching her with exaggerated laughter.

"Jing Jue, don't look at her."

The bully who was sitting next to Jing Jue opened his mouth, his eyes showed an undisguised look of disgust.

"What did she do?"

"How could you not know after staying here for so long?" Xueba lowered his voice, his face became a little weird, a bloodstain appeared on his neck, and his whole body exuded a ghostly aura.

The hustle and bustle around was as if the pause button was suddenly pressed, and the silence was terrifying. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Jing Jue, except for the gloomy girl and the two people sitting in the front row of the classroom.

An old man with a scarred face and a white beard, they sat in front of them in school uniforms that did not meet their age and watched coldly.

It seems that both of them are players, Jing Jue glanced at it from the corner of the eye, and picked up the notebook on the desk.

"I know, I just want to get to know her better. After all, I didn't care much about these things before." Jing Jue calmly gestured to her for the dense notes he had memorized.

There was a faint cold light in the eyes of the deskmate, and he looked Jing Jue up and down. His pale eyes rolled for a few weeks, and finally he returned to his sweet smile, and his apple muscles returned to rosy.

Looking at the students around who changed faces instantly, Jing Jue complained from the bottom of his heart: It really is a ghost school, the whole school is full of ghosts, no wonder the one who is afraid of ghosts didn't come.

At this time, Fu Ge, who was forgotten by everyone, was exchanging messages with Su Jia.

"Su Jia: Hahahaha, I knew you wouldn't come in."

"Fu Ge: I don't know who looked at me with horror before."

"Su Jia: I have Sister Jing."

"Fu Ge: You are too weak, beware of being snatched away by ghosts."

"Su Jia: I have Sister Jing."

"Fu Ge:..."

Fu Ge thought in his heart: Damn, shameless.

Back to Jingjue's perspective.

The cute girl smiled and took Jing Jue's hand, pointing to the girl next to the trash can, "She is an abortionist, but she is dirty."

When the students next to him heard this sentence, they laughed at the same time, and the immature students had a strong malice on their faces.

"Female whore, she has the face to come back after going out to fool around with people outside."

"This kind of person should die sooner. Living is polluting the air."

"That's right, let me tell you, I saw her in the school woods yesterday, and she was screaming loudly."

"Really, Zhao Meimei should just change her name to Sister Zhao in the future. Hahahaha, I don't know how many good brothers there are outside."

The short-haired girl was holding a book and slammed it at the person in front of her frantically, crying in a suppressed voice, "I didn't, shut up, I didn't..."

Afterwards, she said a few more words one after another. The person next to her just looked at her in disgust, then covered her nose, dusted off the non-existent dust, and faintly uttered a word, "Dirty."

That word seemed to be the last straw that crushed the girl. She screamed and ran out, bumping into the teacher who came in.

"Zhao Meimei, come back to me, if you continue like this, you can go home."

"A single person can bring down the whole class atmosphere."

"The black sheep."

The female teacher had a slender neck, slanted eyes, and a sarcastic look on her face.

She took the teaching stick and pointed at the classmates in the class, pointing at Sang Huai and said, "Some people just don't know how to put their minds on their studies. You can't learn from her in the future, you understand."

She casually picked up the notes of the classmate in the front row to check, until the girl responded obediently, "Understood, teacher."

The female teacher turned around in satisfaction, put down her notebook, "Guan Xiao, you are a good student, don't get so close to her again in the future."

It was the end of get out of class, but there was a dead silence in the class.

(End of this chapter)