I have something to say about the invisible population of schools

"Speak well."

Yang Xiaofeng swallowed a big mouthful of cake with difficulty, and then said intermittently: "Isn't this, still, still you?"

"I don't know who it was. Last time I almost slapped the table and jumped up and told me that if you cheat, you will be expelled from school."

Yang Xiaofeng took another big mouthful of soy milk, pretended not to hear, frowned and said, "Hey, it's cold."

"What did you want to tell me just now? Say it, I'll listen."

Yang Xiaofeng bit the cake, puffed out his cheeks and stared at Ji Songze seriously.

"Oh, it's not a big deal. I was just lying on the bed when I suddenly remembered something that should have happened before I died."

"Yeah." Yang Xiaofeng stuffed the last bite of Qiang cake into his mouth, crumpled up the plastic bag and threw it on the table.

"I remember that I was pushed down from a high place before, and it was a woman."

"Oh, good," Yang Xiaofeng was fiddling with the straw and trying to finish the last bit of soy milk, and he responded casually after hearing this, but after thinking about it, he found something wrong.

"Huh? Pushed down by a woman?" Yang Xiaofeng moved a little closer to Ji Songze, squinted his eyes and looked at it for a long time, and finally said angrily, "Are you in a romantic debt?"

Now it's Ji Songze's turn to roll his eyes: "Be serious."

"But you're talking about a woman, I really can't think of any other possibility other than love killing."

"No, it's impossible, it can't be love killing."

"Why are you so sure?"

Ji Songze turned his head to one side, and said firmly, "I just know."

"That's fine." Yang Xiaofeng wrote and drew a few times in the open notebook, and said embarrassingly while turning the pen: "But it doesn't matter whether it's love or not, it's useless. I still can't figure out other details."

"Can't you just follow Mrs. Li's stereotypes?"

"He refused to speak last time, so is he willing this time?"

Ji Songze touched his chin, as if thinking.

"Hey, I thought of it, don't you ghosts have dreams? Don't you just give Teacher Li a dream and it's over?"

"I do not know."

"No way." Yang Xiaofeng clearly felt that Ji Songze seemed very powerful.

"Really not, what are you doing lying to you?"

"Tsk, it's really difficult. I'll think of another way." Yang Xiaofeng rubbed his nose, "Hey, I just happen to be going home tomorrow, so you and I will go back and study together."

"You are really not afraid of inviting ghosts to your home."

"Other ghosts are to be afraid of, but you are different. Besides, the two of you want to think more about it."

"I want to go too," Ji Songze patted him on the shoulder, "but I can't get out of school."

"What do you mean?"

"Literally, you can't get out. When you walk to the gate, there is a bang and you are bounced back." Ji Songze stretched out his left hand, vividly making a "boom".

"Such an evildoer? No door will work?"

"No."

Yang Xiaofeng scratched his head with both hands, there was nothing he could do.Ji Songze patted him on the shoulder again, and comforted him: "It's okay, take your time, don't worry."

I'm in a hurry, I really want to live a normal college life instead of being chased by a ghost cat that can turn into a jaguar.Yang Xiaofeng shouted in his heart.

"Don't think too much, just listen to the class."

"okay."

The high math class passed in such a chaotic way.The British class is divided into mixed classes according to the results of the college's preliminary examination. Yang Xiaofeng and the boss are still in English and are divided into the second class.Fatty and Qiu Luo are in the first class.Since then, Ji Songze has been in poor spirits, dozing off little by little, so Yang Xiaofeng sent him back to the dormitory to sleep.

There are still many girls in the second class.Yang Xiaofeng didn't know the girls very well, so he just followed the boss and sat with them.There are also many students from other majors in the college.

"Brother Feng, I noticed in the first few classes that the girl in red keeps looking at you."

Yang Xiaofeng looked along the boss's fingers, and there was indeed a girl in a red dress, who looked familiar, but it wasn't the type he liked.

"You read it wrong." Yang Xiaofeng blocked it lightly.

"Are you talking about Mo Chensha, who majored in electrical engineering next door?" A girl in the same class behind him suddenly interrupted.

"What? Do you know Chen Jia?"

Chen Jia was considered an active figure among the girls, and she was also a local. She also served as a class committee member and knew her boss quite well.

"I know her. I live in the same hall as her. She is also a local, and she seems to really like Yang Xiaofeng."

"Yo yo, let's hear it."

"She came to ask me last time, is your name Yang Xiaofeng?"

Yang Xiaofeng rubbed his nose and said, "Don't think too much, maybe just ask."

"Sister, sister, Brother Feng, you should be more excited. The ratio of men and women in our engineering school is two to one."

"I have a wife, Yui Aragaki."

"You don't want me to send you an emoji, do you?"

"Hey, the teacher is here." Yang Xiaofeng pointed to the podium, talking about him from left to right.

Chen Jia poked him with a pen: "Why don't you try it? They're all locals, so it's pretty good."

"No, just ask for a name, maybe it's because I don't like it." Yang Xiaofeng turned to look at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry.

"Impossible." Seeing that he didn't want to answer the conversation, Chen Jia didn't want to meddle in his own business, so the matter was over.

But the name Mo Chensha seems to have been heard somewhere.

Yang Xiaofeng shook his head, feeling that it was not important, and subconsciously turned the pen in his hand. Thinking of what Ji Songze said yesterday that some ghosts failed to reincarnate and ended up being lost, he couldn't help but worry.

After getting along for a few days, it can barely be regarded as a shared adversity, Yang Xiaofeng is still a little bit reluctant to part with Ji Songze.

But if his soul flies away, he will be even more reluctant.

Yang Xiaofeng felt that apart from being unable to enter the ghost gate, Ji Songze still couldn't let go of the past, so he didn't go to reincarnation, and now the only one who can help Ji Songze is himself.

He sighed in his heart, silently remembered the forum that Liu Yiyi had mentioned last time, registered an account, posted a post, and asked dryly: I wonder if anyone died in our school.

Yang Xiaofeng knew that there might not be an immediate reply, and the campus network was very scumbag, so he simply put his phone on the table and lay down on the table to sort out his thoughts, but there was too little information, and he couldn't figure it out.

The female teacher in the British class is very gentle, in other words, she basically doesn't care about them, and doesn't call names. The students in the audience are sitting sparsely, and they are basically playing with their mobile phones.

Yang Xiaofeng was lying on the table, constantly pressing the power button, the phone turned on and off, just like Yang Xiaofeng's mood.

If Ji Songze is reincarnated, he will probably never see him again.

Thinking of this, Yang Xiaofeng felt a little sad besides being reluctant.

If he was really gone, how boring it would be to be alone.

Yang Xiaofeng opened the group photo again and looked at it, thinking that the time they spend together now is very precious.

The author has something to say: This one is mainly a transitional plot, so it is relatively short, and there will be another chapter at [-] o'clock in the afternoon~

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