After the president became depressed, he was taught by the mirror ghost to fall in love!

This kind of days lasted for a long time, and I seemed to start to enjoy this fulfilling life. I couldn't help but want to know more about that little girl and everything about her...

At school, even if it wasn't my class, I would have nothing to do and pretend to be casually waving a cup of tea at the door of her classroom, just to see how she was doing and what she was doing.

When I saw her actively raising her hand to ask questions and listening carefully in other teachers' classes, the joy in my heart was something that no one else could experience, but besides the joy, there was actually a hint of sourness.

When I saw that she treated other teachers' classes as positively as she treated mine, I felt inexplicably sad. I thought she liked English, but in fact she did like it...but she liked every teacher and every class.

I even specifically inquired about the time of their class's physical education class. On that day, I would show up on the first-floor rooftop or on the playground on time, silently watching her sweat like other students.

She is so youthful and energetic. When I look at her, I feel more and more satisfied. She is like a flower that I have carefully nurtured and is slowly blooming...

Girls of this age usually start to develop, and parents will prepare small vests for their children to avoid embarrassment, but that day when I watched her in class as usual, I saw...

She seemed a little embarrassed...

I remembered that she only had a grandmother in her family, and the elderly would definitely neglect things as they get older. She seemed to realize that she was different from others. She was no longer as lively in physical education class, but instead sat quietly aside with her back hunched over to cover herself.

She no longer sits upright in class. I know that if she does, it will expose something unpleasant. Children of this age are often outspoken, and if anyone sees that she is different from others, they will definitely speak out loudly.

I didn't want to see the flowers I had carefully cultivated droop their heads just because they were different from others, so I went to a lingerie store that night.

I was very hesitant whether to give it to her and in what way to give it to her.

I'm afraid of being considered a pervert...

But in fact, I was worrying too much. After a lot of ideological struggle that day, I called her to my office alone. I struggled for a long time to give her the three pairs of underwear that had been in my drawer for a week.

I was prepared for her to think I was a pervert, but I didn't expect her to burst into tears after taking the underwear bag and seeing the underwear inside. I quickly wiped her tears and comforted her. I said that I treated her as my own child and I didn't want my child to be different from others at school.

Children without parents are destined to lack love, and she is no exception. She must have felt wronged and burst into tears in my arms. I patted her back gently while savoring the feeling of our closeness.

I was shocked by my own thoughts and quickly forced myself to put away that dirty thought. At that time, I hadn't realized that my original intention of being nice to her had slowly begun to change.

From that day on, she seemed to be more attached to me, probably because she really regarded me as her father. She began to come to my office frequently and never tired of sharing her happiness of the day with me.

I feel more satisfied...

Soon her birthday was approaching, and I thought about it for a long time but couldn’t think of what to give her. Then I remembered that she had some old clothes... I went to a clothing store that was relatively expensive at the time and bought a goose yellow dress.

I gave it to her when I was tutoring her that evening. She was really happy and said she was very grateful to have such a good teacher like me.

The next day she changed into that skirt and came to school. I felt happy and satisfied from the bottom of my heart. My little girl became more and more beautiful because of me. She was no different from others, but in my eyes, she was unique.

But I don't know why, the more I saw her wearing that skirt and showing off her beauty in front of other teachers, my slightly sad heart began to turn into jealousy...

Jealousy is like a poisonous snake. Once it appears, it starts to climb and move around recklessly.

There is a voice in my head that keeps telling me to let her belong to you completely...

My remaining sanity tells me that you are a teacher, and you are nice to her voluntarily, not because she forces you.

But rationality often collapses in an instant. That day, I saw the Chinese teacher praising her composition, and she smiled so sweetly that I wanted to tear her to pieces.

I gave you everything, why! Why should you smile so happily at others!!!

Since there is no way to stop your wanton exudation of beauty... then I will destroy it with my own hands...

That night I gave her extra lessons as usual, and she listened attentively. Suddenly she interrupted me and smiled mysteriously: "Teacher He, the composition I wrote today was praised by the Chinese teacher!"

My eyes darkened instantly, but I still rubbed her head and praised her hypocritically: "Great."

"Can I read it to you later?"

She was still smiling sweetly, and seemed to be expecting me to see the contents of the composition. The anger in my heart grew stronger and stronger, and I wanted to tear her to pieces on the spot.

Show me the composition that my Chinese teacher praised... Are you humiliating me like this?

I forced myself to smile and didn't say anything. For some reason, the sweet and beautiful voice I originally thought suddenly seemed so harsh. I really wanted to strangle her to death so that she couldn't make any sound!

The weather was getting hotter and hotter, and her cheeks were covered with sweat. The sweat dripped onto her slightly raised chest and instantly soaked her goose yellow dress.

My eyes were fixed on the sweat stain, my Adam's apple rolled, and I suddenly felt dizzy and swollen in my head, and her sweet voice in my ears began to become unclear.

When I finally woke up, I found that I had already...

She seemed very scared and her voice was trembling with tears.

My eyes were red with her pitiful look. Girls of this age often lack that kind of education. I coaxed her and comforted her to let her slowly relax her guard, and then...

Her crying became louder and louder, and her wails were shrill and sharp. There was actually no one in the teaching building at this time, but I was still scared and felt guilty.

I subconsciously grabbed her neck and tried to stop her from making any sound. Her tears flowed through her fingers into my palms and she struggled even harder.

Finally, she gradually stopped moving... When I came to my senses, her neck was already bruised and purple...

I was really scared. After I woke up, I realized that I had killed someone. I killed my students. I pinched the flowers that I had carefully cultivated with my own hands.

I can't let anyone know this! I can't let her destroy me!

This was the only thought in my mind at the time, and I suppressed my fear as I put her body into a trash can and covered it with a black plastic bag.

Her eyes were still staring at me, but I knew that she would no longer stare at me after a while because I had buried her underground.

When I returned to the classroom, the composition book was still on the ground. I picked it up and saw the composition that the Chinese teacher had praised...

"I was a fatherless child... but not anymore"

"Teacher He is my father. He is very kind to me. I really like him very much."

"I will study hard and repay him when I grow up."

I couldn't stop shaking, and suddenly my legs and feet went limp and I knelt on the ground and cried bitterly. I killed her with my own hands...

My students...

The flowers I carefully cultivated...

Just now I dragged her still warm body and buried her in the cold soil...

I don’t know how I got home, and I don’t know what would happen if her grandmother couldn’t wait for her to come home…

But it seemed like God was helping me. I was still wondering why no one called the police, and why her grandmother didn’t wait until she came back before calling the police?

Her grandmother died of a heart attack on the afternoon I killed her. Her body was discovered by neighbors several days later after it had already started to stink.

Now no one knows about my sins!!

I suddenly felt relieved, but after that night I began to dream about her frequently...

I dreamed about everything related to her, I dreamed about me strangling her to death, I dreamed about me burying her in the ground...

Worse situation occurred. I started to see her frequently. She appeared in my house, in the place where I ate and slept... She just stood there quietly, staring at me with such resentful eyes.

She seemed to be asking me why I killed her...

Finally one day, her appearance had an impact on my life. When I was in class, I suddenly saw that the person sitting in the empty seat was her.

Her body began to decay, and she looked at me and smiled at me in such a strange way...

I screamed in fear, and the noisy classroom suddenly became quiet. All the students stared at my ugly appearance in a daze.

I finally realized that I couldn't let her ruin me. It was really rare for me to have this job, so I asked many people for help and spent a lot of money to find a master.

Without saying anything, he gave me a hammer, a handful of nails and some talismans.

He asked me to hammer nails all over her body, but her body had been buried for a month... I can't imagine what her body looks like now.

But I was really fed up with the torture, so that night I took a shovel and dug her out when no one was around.

She was already in a highly decomposed state, with disgusting maggots all over her body. I endured the awful stench, squatted down, and hammered the nail into her head.

It turns out that the smell of rotting flowers is so bad... They were so beautiful at the beginning, why do they smell like this after they wither and decay...

I heard her screams, the sound was so shrill and resentful that it pierced my eardrums. I felt the pair of rotten eyes staring at me. I gritted my teeth and hammered the nails into her body one by one.

I was not hallucinating, she really was screaming, which gave me no reason to be afraid. Instead, I hammered the nails into her flesh even harder and faster.

I don’t know if the heavens were crying for her, or if they were sending down rain just to wash away my sins.

It was raining heavily and it was no longer practical to bury her again. I was forced to take her home and the next day I bought a lot of cement and poured her body into the wall.

it's all over…

But I still can't let myself go...

I started moving frequently and lost my favorite teaching job, but the nightmare still haunted me.

I went to many hypnotists and started taking medicated hypnosis treatments regularly…

Finally... I forgot her and the sins I had committed...

I feel like I've been reborn...

But...why...

She came back to me again...