ghost or not

After 45 minutes, Xu Kun collapsed on the ground and rolled his eyes.

Cheng Cheng kicked him: "Get up and stretch your legs."

"I can't... I really can't..."

However, he was pulled up mercilessly.Xu Kun panted heavily, silently thinking about who could rescue him from the sea of ​​suffering.It would be great if Brother Ping was here, he wouldn't be so inhuman... Thinking about it in his heart, when he saw Zhang Zhiping's figure, Xu Kun immediately yelled with all his strength.

Zhang Zhiping was quite surprised: "Hey... are you playing football?"

Xu Kun clenched his arm as if asking for help: "Brother Ping, why are you going, do you want me to help?"

Zhang Zhiping was at a loss: "No need, I'll go to Ximen to get a courier, a small package."

"..." That really happened to pass by, Xu Kun had a flash of inspiration in despair, and pointed to Cheng Cheng beside him, "This is the head of the fictional club."

Zhang Zhiping was stunned for a second before realizing that the fictional club was the backstage of the WeChat group [I don’t listen, I don’t listen].He looked at Cheng Cheng carefully, and he couldn't connect him with [Three Ways Outside the Heart] anyway. In his imagination, the president should be a gentle man, and he would never be a strong, muscular and simple-minded man. Athletic boys with brains.

Cheng Cheng said frankly: "Hello, you are the one from last time... I am the president, but I just paddle, and the specific club activities are in charge of by the secretary." He scratched his head: "So, you want to really join the club It's useless to talk to me, you have to go to Xiao Yang. I only have the authority to privately pull people into groups."

Does this... mean being emptied?Or throw away the shopkeeper?Zhang Zhiping didn't understand, and was about to ask who Xiao Yang was, but the phone rang inappropriately.He made an apologetic gesture, picked up the phone, and his expression changed: "An Jia?... I forgot, I'll go over now."

Xu Kun said: "What's wrong?"

"The Art Troupe has a meeting, I misremembered the time. Today's group meeting... let's go first!" Zhang Zhiping said to Cheng Cheng again, "The president will talk next time."

How could Xu Kun miss a great opportunity: "Brother Ping, let me get the courier for you! Send me a text message."

Zhang Zhiping raised his phone, indicating that he knew.

Cheng Cheng asked, "This is your new roommate? It's exactly like your description. He was humming when he came here just now. Did you hear that? He also sings every day in the dormitory?"

"Ah...that's not true." After Xu Kun reminded him, he realized that Zhang Zhiping was really in a good mood recently, and he didn't know what good things had happened.He didn't think much, and said casually: "Sing it, it's not bad anyway, the lead singer of the band."

The art troupe’s meeting is very large this time. The directors and vice presidents of the six clubs of rock, chorus, instrumental music, dance, opera, and Hanfu must attend.The theme of the meeting was to discuss how to hold the annual campus art festival.

Zhang Zhiping will step on the point and arrive, running all the way, his heart beating violently.He sat next to classmate An, the guitarist, panting.Classmate An glanced at him, and thought that it was really strange that Brother Ping was almost late in his lifetime.

"Senior, do you want to wipe your sweat?"

Zhang Zhiping turned his head, only to realize that Dai Xinyan, a young civil servant, was sitting on the other side of him.The other party handed over a tissue, he thanked in a low voice, took it, did not wipe his face immediately, but took a second look at Dai Xinyan's forehead and shoulders.

She stained something unclean.

Dai Xinyan didn't notice Zhang Zhiping's eyes. The meeting started, and the team leader had already gone up to speak. She obediently took out a pen and paper from her schoolbag to take notes.

Zhang Zhiping was always paying attention, and had been paying attention to Dai Xinyan's actions from the corner of his eye. Seeing that she was shaking suddenly, which was a reaction only when she was frightened, she immediately asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Dai Xinyan's eyes widened, as if a little terrified, but when she regained her composure, she felt ridiculous again.In the end, he just shook his head and didn't say anything.After completely unzipping the schoolbag, she looked inside, and sure enough, the pencil case and other things were all in place, there was nothing weird about it.

It must be an illusion. When she went to get the notebook just now, she felt pulled.Could there be a hand hidden in the schoolbag?