Horror game: Help the ghosts make choices at the beginning

Chirgulu Chirgulu—

The whole school was like a giant, malfunctioning radio.

The noise was so crowded that it was impossible to hear who was saying what.

Because he couldn't see his face, he couldn't even read his lips.

Jiang Ye was among them, and he couldn't help but feel a little overwhelmed.

After all the students entered the teaching building, he wanted to follow them in, but was stopped by the security guard at the door.

Looking at the security guard with the messy black thread on his face, who was chattering, Jiang Ye really wanted to pick his ears.

But he held back.

Amidst a series of grunts from the security guard, Jiang Ye dug in his bag and took out the graduation certificate issued by Hongyue Middle School.

Talk to the security guard while gesticulating.

"I'm here to apply for a job as a teacher."

I don’t know if I can communicate.

But after Jiang Ye finished speaking, the security guard's chirping stopped, and then he turned and entered the security booth.

Not long after, a middle-aged woman wearing a thin black coat walked out of the campus.

She looked Jiang Ye up and down, and then looked at the Hongyue Middle School diploma.

"Jiligulu?"

Jiang Ye: "...?"

Jiang Ye kept smiling and nodded.

"Jiligulujirigulu."

Jiang Ye continued to nod and smile (*￣︶￣).

In the end, I don’t know whether Jiang Ye’s personality charm (a friend of women) conquered the other party, or whether the school really needs teachers.

The middle-aged woman nodded and motioned Jiang Ye to follow.

She took Jiang Ye around the school.

Qingshan Middle School is divided into two parts: middle school and high school. It has a canteen and accommodation.

The middle-aged woman would chirp, chirp, chirp, gurgling from time to time, as if she was introducing something.

Jiang Ye kept smiling throughout and nodded from time to time.

Although I don’t know what I’m talking about, I seem to be able to deal with it.

Finally, the middle-aged woman took Jiang Ye to the office and threw him a file.

The document says - probation period for three days.

The class he leads is Chinese language for the second and third grade of junior high school.

Jiang Ye looked at the document and raised his eyebrows, finally finding something he could understand.

It was only after entering Qingshan Middle School that I discovered,

Not only people, many places in this school are also filled with balls of black thread.

Like a ferocious monster, but also like pure malice.

Malice is mixed with chill and noisy mental interference.

This kind of mental interference does not directly affect people's thinking, but is more like a long-term negative buff.

Jiang Ye had a similar feeling before when he was on Aquamarine Star.

After renting the house, I found that the house next door was being renovated every day.

Early morning: squeak squeak——

Noon: squeak squeak ——

Evening: squeak squeak——

If things go on like this, neurasthenia, irritability, lack of energy, and physical decline will result.

Invisible attacks are the most deadly.

……

"As expected of Brother Ye! He actually got in."

"He worked really hard, I cried to death. (〒︿〒)"

When they were stopped by the security guards, the water friends were still thinking about whether to climb over the wall and get in.

result……

The anchor directly took out his diploma.

Think about it again, the anchor also has a cleaner's work permit and a Baihua Village Industry Permit...

This guy has too many identities!

It's like cheating.

But people who have been paying attention to Jiang Ye since the first dungeon know it.

Jiang Ye has only experienced four dungeons in total.

But every dungeon is severely involved professionally.

He really deserves to have a work permit.

It can be seen that the copy is more refined than too many.

"I'm just curious...can the anchor understand what they say? Jiligulu?"

"Ah ah ah, how do you play this welfare copy?"

……

……

After the middle-aged woman left,

Jiang Ye walked out of the office with the internship documents.

The floor he was on happened to be a second-year junior high school student.

When he just passed by, he saw that the classrooms were arranged from left to right.

Jiang Ye walked directly to the left, and within a few steps, he arrived at the door of Class 2 and Class 3.

It seems to be recess time now.

The class is very lively.

The specific manifestation is that a group of students gather together in twos and threes.

"Jiligulujirigulu——"

"Jiligulujirigulu!"

"Jili! Jili!"

"Gulu!"

In the corner, Zhang Jun, the only student whose face could be seen clearly, was sitting alone in his seat, reading slowly.

Next to him, someone pushed him from time to time, but he ignored it.

Seeing this, the people next to him made a louder and sharper noise.

Like laughing.

For a moment, many students gathered around him.

Faces full of black lines faced Zhang Jun, making bursts of jabbering noises.

Zhang Jun, who was surrounded in the middle, lowered his eyes and said nothing.

Gently turn the pages of the book in your hand.

Snapped!

The book was taken away by the person next to me and thrown away.

Zhang Jun went to pick it up, but the book was kicked away by someone else.

After doing this several times, he stopped picking up the books and returned to his seat to sit down.

He let those people laugh at him without saying a word.

suddenly,

Zhang Jun raised his head and looked at the door.

In an instant, his eyes met Jiang Ye's.

But he quickly moved away.

"?"

Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows, was he discovered?

Ever since he entered Aoyama Middle School, Jiang Ye discovered something strange about this site.

For this school, he seems to be a person with a low sense of presence.

As long as he doesn't take the initiative to speak out or do something, almost no one here will react to him.

Even if they are face to face, they are simply ignored.

……

Jingle bell—jingle bell—

As the school bell rang, Jiang Ye walked to the podium and opened his book.

I took a Chinese class in the second and third grade of junior high school.

As for whether the students understood or not, he didn't know.

Because it was all chirping, even deserting was all chirping.

But he could understand what Zhang Jun said.

Jiang Ye would call him up from time to time to answer questions.

When he wasn't answering questions, Zhang Jun just sat in his seat, very quiet.

Like Jiang Ye now, he has no sense of existence.

After class, Jiang Ye called Zhang Jun to the office for questioning.

"How do you feel at school?" Jiang Ye asked.

Zhang Jun nodded.

Jiang Ye: "Is there anything you don't feel comfortable with?"

Zhang Jun shook his head.

"Do you have any friends?"

Zhang Jun paused and shook his head, "No need."

Jiang Ye was surprised, "Why?"

Zhang Jun's expression showed no emotion, "It's good to be alone."

Hearing this, Jiang Ye was silent for a moment.

He doesn't have many friends in real life, because he spends almost all his time studying and working.

Perhaps due to the experience of being abandoned as a child, he is not very keen on talking to others.

The reason why he still has friends is basically because they come to him on their own initiative.

There wasn't much time to meet and not much to talk about.

But when something happens, they will help each other.

Well... work friends and friends who maintain superficial politeness are not included.

In the end, Jiang Ye just patted Zhang Jun on the shoulder.

"It's good to be alone, but it's not bad to have friends who you can talk to and help each other."

"I hope you're happy."

The words fell,

Zhang Jun looked at him with an incomprehensible expression.

"I'm quite happy now that I'm alone."

"Oh, really." Jiang Ye turned to look out the window.

Looking out from a high place, there are many black threads surging in the school.

Scanning the flowers in the garden, Jiang Ye raised his eyebrows, "Have you ever eaten flowers?"

Zhang Jun shook his head.

Jiang Ye: "If you have a chance, I'll treat you to flowers. It's absolutely delicious."

"?" Zhang Jun looked at the teacher. In his eyes, the teacher's facial makeup was very serious.

He couldn't tell the facial features at all... No, to be precise, he looked at this teacher, no different from other teachers.

But at this moment, this teacher seemed to be slightly different from other teachers.

It's angular.

Like...a weird flower with a long mouth.

……