I have something to say about the invisible population of schools

In the end, Yang Xiaofeng drank half a cup of iced milk tea in one go, then wiped away his tears, blew his nose, and used up several napkins.

This bowl of spicy hot pot was too spicy, Yang Xiaofeng only took a few mouthfuls in total, and couldn't eat any more.In the end, I had to buy another two taels of fried rice to take back to eat.

Yang Xiaofeng watched Liu Yiyi walking in front humming a little tune, and secretly vowed in his heart that he would never eat spicy pot again.

After licking his lips, he decided to change it to never eat spicy hot pot again.

"I'm here, little Fengzi, please step back."

"Well, hurry up and go to bed early."

"Why do you say the same thing as my father? No wonder you say that your nephew follows your uncle. Let's go."

"Yeah." Yang Xiaofeng watched Liu Yiyi enter the dormitory.Only then did he turn around, swinging the plastic bag to go back.

"Hey, do you want to continue listening to the story of the female ghost in white?"

"Ouch." Yang Xiaofeng was so frightened that he threw the fried rice out.He hurriedly rushed forward to pick up the fried rice, checked it carefully, and then he was relieved: "It's okay, it's okay, it's still edible."

He looked around again and saw that there was no one around, so he turned his head to look at Ji Songze: "Brother, can you stop coming out so quietly next time? You scared me to death."

The translucent Ji Songze clasped his hands together: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, no one can see me all the time, so I'm used to it."

"Tell me, what's the matter?"

"That female ghost in white clothes used to be..."

"It's not a female ghost, don't you have something to ask me? Let's continue now."

"Then I'll make a long story short."

"Well, yes, it's better to be direct."

"I'd love to know my name and who I really am so I can..."

"Want to know your name?"

"Ah, yes, that's it."

"As for the name, I have already found it." Yang Xiaofeng raised the script in his hand.

"Ah, so I found it." Ji Songze smiled brightly, and subconsciously took the words, "That's really... what? You said you found it?"

Only then did Ji Songze understand, his face changed and he shouted, Yang Xiaofeng was so frightened that he almost wanted to throw the pancake out again.

Yang Xiaofeng clutched his lunch box tightly, turned his head to look at Ji Songze, Ji Songze stared at Yang Xiaofeng with an unbelievable expression, even his double chin was squeezed out, he himself tried a lot of ways a few years ago but couldn't figure out who he really was, this kid went out to hang out After a circle, he came back with his own name?

Yang Xiaofeng's tone became weaker and weaker: "Isn't it good to find the name?"

"No, nothing wrong. What's my name?" Ji Songze looked a little frustrated and waved his hand.

"Ji Songze. I asked about it from Teacher Li in the library."

Ji Songze was a little absent-minded. He thought for a long time in the afternoon before he thought of this pretense to get close to Yang Xiaofeng. Now his mind was spinning fast, and he was about to make up another reason to get close to Yang Xiaofeng.

In the early years, Songze also wanted to know his name, where he came from and where he was going.But after a long time, he couldn't find any clues, and he was doing well as a ghost, so his thoughts gradually faded away.

Thinking brightly, maybe this kid is his lucky star?

Yang Xiaofeng looked at Ji Songze and asked, "Isn't it inconvenient if you don't even know his name?"

"It's okay, I'm used to it."

Hearing these plain words in Yang Xiaofeng's ears, he suddenly felt uncomfortable.

Ji Songze's absent-mindedness fell into Yang Xiaofeng's eyes, and it turned into the loneliness of finding out that he had changed the correct B to D after correcting the answer after an exam.

Yang Xiaofeng sighed in his heart, and secretly wanted to send the Buddha to the west, but he had already intervened, so he should check it out and tell him together.

"In that case," Yang Xiaofeng's words fit Ji Songze's intentions, and he smiled at Yang Xiaofeng, "Then I will trouble you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Yang Xiaofeng waved his hands quickly, and after thinking about it, he added, "It's better for you to smile more."

Ji Songze stroked his chin, thoughtful.

While talking, one person and one ghost had already returned to the dormitory. Yang Xiaofeng saw that the key had been inserted on the door, and knew that a roommate had returned, so he whispered to Ji Songze: "There are people in the dormitory, so I may not be able to talk to you. Pay attention to yourself."

Ji Songze made an OK gesture.

As soon as the door opened, there was a smell of fried chicken. Two people had already returned from the dormitory. Fatty and Qiu Luo were huddling together, eating fried chicken and watching a movie.

"Xiaofeng, haven't you eaten yet?" The fat man looked at the packed lunch box in his hand and said vaguely.

"I've eaten, but I'm not full and I packed some."

"Well, why don't you have some too?"

"No, no, I bought it."

After finishing speaking, Yang Xiaofeng pulled out his chair and sat down. Without avoiding Ji Songze, he spread the script on the table, biting his fingers and flipping through the pages.

Now he only has a name, a script and a photo in his hand.It is really not an easy task to check.

Yang Xiaofeng unlocked the phone, zoomed in and out of the photo that was secretly taken, and went back and forth several times. It didn't seem like he was looking at the photo seriously, but he seemed to be thinking about something.

Seeing that he was busy, Ji Songze went to bed by himself and sat cross-legged. Yang Xiaofeng looked up and knocked on the bed board anxiously. Ji Songze poked his head out in confusion. Go up."

Ji Songze nodded.

Fatty and Qiu Luo were watching a war movie, and the sound was loud enough to cover the voice of the two sides fighting. Yang Xiaofeng simply climbed onto the bed with his mobile phone and computer in his arms, and sat cross-legged next to Ji Songze. bed.

"How long have you been dead?"

"It must have been more than ten years. The first few years were muddled, and I can't count the details."

Yang Xiaofeng turned his head and saw Ji Songze half paralyzed on the bed, he asked him with his chin in his hand, "Why do I think you don't care at all?"

Ji Songze sat up straight, and his tone was still lazy: "I am very concerned."

"You don't seem to want to know who you are at all."

"You can't say that," Ji Songze finally thought about it seriously, and explained to Yang Xiaofeng: "I wanted to know before, but then I really didn't have any clues, so I gradually felt that it was not important, so let it be."

"But you are like this, there will always be inconvenient times."

"Well, yes."

Yang Xiaofeng saw that Ji Songze's eyes dodged a few times, as if he didn't want to mention it, so he stopped asking.Self-servingly, he searched the Internet for "dead people at Seongnam University", but after reading a few pages, there was nothing.

Yang Xiaofeng scratched his head and said to himself, "It's so strange."

He looked up to discuss with Ji Songze, but found that Ji Songze had left at some point.

Yang Xiaofeng didn't know what he did wrong, so he stared blankly for a while and started playing with the computer.

"Comrades, I'm back." It was almost 11 o'clock when the boss came back, and he bluffed as soon as he opened the door, sounding very excited.

"Comrades, exclusive inside story." Seeing that the other three put down what they were doing, they all turned to look at him. The boss was a little proud, walked to the center of the dormitory, and waved to everyone.

The three of them moved their chairs "creaking" and moved closer to him.

The boss pretended to be mysterious and lowered his voice: "Let me tell you, this year's school celebration, I have to do a big homework, which is considered social practice."

"I remember that social practice counts as credits, right?"

"That's right, fat brother, why are you so smart? The academy should send out a notice tomorrow."

"It's so troublesome. Is there no homework in the promised university? Just this high math is enough to annoy me."

Upon hearing this, Fatty and Qiu Luo began to howl.

"Ahem, actually this time, it's a group assignment, interviewing old teachers or graduate alumni. I happen to know an alumni..."

"Ouch, please bring me, my god, please drink Coca-Cola, my god."

"Yes, the Great God wants to join my team."

When Fatty and Qiu Luo heard this, they hugged their thighs immediately.The boss glanced at Yang Xiaofeng, and asked hesitantly, "Brother Feng, are you coming with us?"

Yang Xiaofeng tapped the keyboard quickly, and asked, "Hey, what's your student number?"

"What do you ask the student number for?"

"I asked other colleges for the report format, let's write it first, and report your student number to me, I'm making the cover."

"Oh! Brother Feng is still reliable, which is reassuring."

"Xiaofeng is amazing, it looks silent, the format is almost here."

Yang Xiaofeng finished knocking on the cover, passed the document to the dormitory group, slumped on the chair and said solemnly: "Master, can you see if there is any problem?"

"Hey, what's the problem?" The boss pulled out his chair and sat down, turned on the computer and said, "Then when are you free, I have to make an appointment with the senior?"

"We all do it, but Xiaofeng is a local who wants to go home, so let's put it on Friday."

"Ah? I, I can do it." Yang Xiaofeng, who was named, was caught off guard and froze for a while before expressing that he was fine.

"Okay, I'll try to make an appointment with him next Friday."

"Hey, by the way, what does this senior do? Which class? What did you study for?"

"I only know that he started a company, maybe an Internet company. I don't know much about the others, and it was introduced by the senior sister in the student union."

"Oh, senior sister, oh!"

As soon as girls were mentioned, several adolescent boys couldn't sit still, clapped their hands and stomped their feet and began to make noise.

Yang Xiaofeng shook his head with a smile, climbed onto the bed with the computer in his arms, and said as he crawled, "Look at your prospects, isn't the key point the seniors who run the company?"

"Look at your future," the fat man said bitterly, "what's important about the company is the girl."

Before Yang Xiaofeng could answer, Qiu Luo suddenly realized, "That's right, if you have a company, why don't you have any girls?"

After speaking, he gave Yang Xiaofeng a thumbs up: "Xiaofeng, you have a vision."

Yang Xiaofeng hugged the computer, dumbfounded.

In fact, Yang Xiaofeng didn't think it was that complicated. He just thought that it would be great if he could establish a good relationship with his seniors, and then he could go to practice or even work there in the future.

"Hey, speaking of girls, Xiaofeng," the fat man rubbed his hands, "I was walking in the cafeteria today and saw you sitting with a beautiful woman. Beauty!"

"Hey, beauty—"

"Don't make trouble, don't make trouble. It's not like this." Seeing that Qiu Luo was about to climb up, Yang Xiaofeng quickly stopped the conversation, "That's not my girlfriend, it's my sister."

"Sister? Oh, the one with the flowered pajama pants?"

"Yes, that's her."

"Sister, what kind of sister is still wearing pajama pants?"

"My cousin, her father is my mother's brother."

"Xiaofeng Xiaofeng, come and drink Coke."

"Why? I don't want to drink. Take it away quickly. Don't spill it on my bed." Seeing that the fat man opened the bottle of Coke and was about to pass it to the upper bunk, Yang Xiaofeng quickly reached out to stop it.

"Brother, introduce your sister to me."

"Don't, don't, I'm not your brother."

"Xiaofeng, if you don't want to drink Coke, then I will drink it?"

"No, this is for my brother-in-law."

"Then I also have a younger sister, let me introduce you."

"Go away, your sister is only in elementary school."

Yang Xiaofeng answered weakly: "Hey, listen to what I have to say."

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