There's something wrong with my love letter system

Chapter 78 The First Principal's Office

Qing'an No. [-] Middle School, School History Exhibition Hall.

Guessing that the security guards had gone away, Li Zheyu let go of Tang Yimo's mouth in embarrassment.

The palm of the hand seemed to still have that kind of soft touch.

Li Zheyu didn't rub his palms on his clothes, he... seemed a little unwilling to let the touch disappear too quickly!
"Sorry, I dirty your mouth, wipe it with a tissue."

Li Zheyu took out a tissue and handed it to Tang Yimo.

Tang Yimo pursed his lips lightly, took the tissue and wiped it on his mouth.

Then he folded the paper towel again and held it in the palm of his hand, planning to find a trash can to throw it in later.

"give it to me!"

Li Zheyu took the tissue and put it in his pocket.

The street light casts two rectangular light spots in the house through the window. The diffuse reflection formed by the light spots makes the whole room seem to be covered with a hazy and dark tulle.

Only then did the two of them have the mood to look at the room carefully.

There are several glass display cabinets in the room, which contain some cultural relics related to the history of the school, such as the appointment letter of the first principal, the admission notice of the first generation of students, and so on.

On the wall is a collection of photos edited in chronological order, with brief text descriptions next to the photos.

After roughly knowing the layout of the room, Tang Yimo couldn't help but yawned.

He squatted down and touched the wooden floor under his feet.

"We won't just sleep on the floor at night, will we?"

"It's definitely not possible to sleep on the floor. Let's look again to see if there is a sofa or something like that."

Li Zheyu walked towards the door of the room.

Tang Yimo tugged at his arm in a hurry: "Don't go, I think it's pretty good here, at least there are no mosquitos."

Li Zheyu looked back at Tang Yimo, the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

"Aren't you afraid of encountering ghosts?"

Tang Yimo rubbed his forehead as a tacit consent.

"Marx's materialist philosophy tells us that there are no ghosts in this world!"

"Actually... it's not ghosts that I'm afraid of, it's the eerie atmosphere of this old house..."

"Don't worry, I'm here!"

Li Zheyu's voice was almost flat, the corner of his mouth still had that faint smile, but there was a kind of unquestionable firmness in his eyes.

Tang Yimo's heart suddenly stabilized.

The two of them left the room, outside was a staircase leading to the second floor, and opposite was an exhibition hall similar to the one they had just come out of.

Tang Yimo frowned slightly unconsciously: "Strange, this school history exhibition hall looks pretty good, but why has it never been opened to students?"

Li Zheyu smiled lightly: "Who said it hasn't been opened, last year when the school celebrated, it was opened for one day, but you didn't pay attention."

Tang Yimo scratched his hair: "Oh hehehe, I'm rather sloppy."

The smile on the corner of Li Zheyu's mouth suddenly deepened, and he really wanted to say, "Girls are actually quite cute if they are sloppy", but they held back.

"Let's go to the second floor and have a look."

The two walked up the stairs to the second floor, and the first thing they saw was a corridor.

There were a few windows outside the hallway, and the last quarter moon had risen by this time.

The faint moonlight mixed with the dim street lights sprinkled on the corridor, making the whole corridor immersed in a mysterious and hazy atmosphere.

Tang Yimo casually looked towards the end of the corridor...

Don't know if it was his own illusion, but Tang Yimo felt that there seemed to be a person standing there!

About 1.5 meters tall, it looks like a girl's dress.

Tang Yimo grabbed Li Zheyu's arm subconsciously, because the nails were almost embedded in his flesh because of too much force.

Li Zheyu let out an "Ah yo" in pain, and turned his head to look at Tang Yimo in bewilderment.

Tang Yimo pointed to the end of the corridor: "Then... there are... ghosts there!"

Li Zheyu looked in the direction of Tang Yimo's finger, and couldn't help being shocked.

But reason told him that it is impossible for ghosts to exist in this world.

He patted the back of Tang Yimo's hand and said firmly, "That can't be a ghost!"

Just as he finished speaking, he saw that "thing" suddenly... floating towards them.

That's right...

Float, not walk!

Because neither of them saw that "thing" had legs moving.

"Ah~~"

Tang Yimo screamed in fright, and threw himself into Li Zheyu's arms.

After a few seconds...

Li Zheyu suddenly burst into a "puchi" laugh, and poked Tang Yimo's head with his finger.

"Look carefully, that thing is just a robot, what the hell is it?!"

Tang Yimo straightened up slowly and turned his head to look.

is not that right?

What came to me was a cute and cute explaining robot, which was designed to look like a girl.

Li Zheyu stepped forward: "Hello."

Robot: "Hi, I'm Xiaoan, how can I help you?"

Li Zheyu shrugged his eyebrows at Tang Yimo, then leaned over and asked Xiao An: "Is there anything like a sofa here?"

Robot: "Yes, there is a sofa in the first principal's office."

Li Zheyu: "Thank you, you can rest now."

Outside the office of the first principal, there is a security guardrail, and it seems that no one is allowed to enter and visit.

Li Zheyu didn't care so much, he walked straight in, and Tang Yimo hurriedly followed.

This is a typical office in the Republic of China period.

From the desk to the sofa to the wooden floor, they are all old vermilion.

The white paint on the wall has turned beige, and above the head there is a ceiling fan whose original color cannot be seen, and two very old-fashioned chandeliers.

There is also an enlarged black and white photo on one wall.

Li Zheyu turned on the phone's lighting and looked at the photo carefully.

A man in a Chinese tunic suit and round glasses stares at the camera with a calm expression, simple and deep eyes.

Tang Yimo didn't dare to look carefully, so he took a quick glance and asked, "Is this the first principal, Mr. Fang Zhiyi?"

Li Zheyu nodded solemnly: "Yes."

Tang Yimo took a picture of the sofa with his mobile phone. It was made of oak and leather. Although it was old, it was still very clean.

It should be cleaned every day.

Tang Yimo sat down on the sofa, leaned his head on the backrest, and stretched comfortably.

"Ah~~~ I finally feel comfortable."

Then he pursed his lips and closed his eyes.

Li Zheyu, on the other hand, seemed to be quite interested in this place. He turned on his mobile phone and walked slowly to the principal's desk.

There are some documents on the table, probably deliberately to make it feel as if you were there in person.

Li Zheyu flipped through them casually, but was not very interested in these documents.

Moving his eyes slightly, he found that the drawer of the desk was not locked, so he opened it curiously, and found that there were several letters lying inside.

The handwriting on the envelope of the topmost letter is quite beautiful, it can be seen that it was written by a woman, signed "Zi Yin".

What a beautiful name...

Li Zheyu picked up the letter, sat on the sofa beside Tang Yimo, and lightly touched her arm.

Tang Yimo opened his eyes trembling slightly, and asked vaguely, "What's wrong?"

"Look at this letter, maybe...it's a love letter from 100 years ago."

(End of this chapter)