And Sheng Chronicle

"I'm so happy that everyone likes senior sister so much." Sitting on a leather chair with Erlang's legs crossed, standing in front of them was the Hali trio, each wearing a sailor suit.

Covering his mouth to cover his sinister smile, he took out his mobile phone and took a burst of shots at them.

"School, Senior Sister QAQ"

"What's the matter, Sawada-san. When you rushed over with a grim expression, senior thought you were going to confess to me, but it turned out to be such a boring thing as borrowing a wooden knife."

"I'm sorry senior, QAQ, can you lend us the wooden knife now..."

"No way," I put away the phone, and I showed a warm and gentle smile, "For your own good, I can't lend it to you."

"Tch, she's just trying to trick us, Judaime don't believe it!"

"Be safe and don't be impatient, prison temple apprentice. Actually, it doesn't matter if I just lent you a wooden knife."

"Then hurry up..."

"But," I pulled out Dongtaiye Lake and put it on the table, and said solemnly, "There is actually an evil spirit sealed inside, only those with a strong will can control it, otherwise it will be backlashed and become a soulless puppet."

"Amazing!"

"Yamamoto-kun QAQ"

"Then how do you become a strong-willed person?"

"Good question, Takeshi Yamamoto. If you want to become a strong-willed person, you must go through all kinds of trials that ordinary people can't bear. It can't be done in ten or twenty years. But as your senior sister, today I Show you a bright road."

Sawada Tsunayoshi: I suddenly had a bad feeling.

"That is—to perform a stage play."

"..."

Looking at the three people who were silent, I took back the script I was holding, took out my mobile phone and called Kyoya Hibari, "Hey, is it Hibari? Well, it's me. Please come to the student union office as soon as possible. The reason is..." Glancing I glanced at the panicked rabbit boy, and I smiled brightly, "There are three kawaii juniors who have something to say and want to tell you."

"Sister QAQ"

"Please call me the best senior in the world."

"The best senior in the world, please don't act like this!"

"Hey? Why this expression? If you don't want to, you can run away now."

"What are you running, the door is locked by you, bastard woman!"

"Skylark is coming? If you just can't borrow a wooden knife, you can ask him for an armband, haha."

"Yamamoto-kun QAQ" looked at his little friend wanting to cry but without tears. Tsunayoshi Sawada looked up and Urobuchi Kiyoshi, who was sitting in front of him, smiled brighter and brighter, and the pressure in the room became more and more terrifying.

Swallowing his saliva, Tsunayoshi Sawada, who could not expect anyone to help, had no choice but to bite the bullet and said, "Senior, we are willing to act in a stage play, so please give us the wooden knife."

"Really?" I tilted my head and smiled.

"real!"

"Will you still take the script I wrote as a table foot?"

"No, no! We will definitely use a table to confess!"

"Will you rehearse seriously?"

"sure!"

"Very well, then. Here, take it."

Sawada Tsunayoshi took the wooden sword in disbelief, he didn't expect it to be so easy.

"What are you doing so surprised? Why don't you take it back and hand it over to the referee."

"Yes Yes!"

"Haha, it's the first time to complete the death lottery."

"Cut. That's great, Judaime! Because it's a death lottery, I can add [-] points!"

"Ah, thank you, senior."

Hmph, you guys are happy, I'm going to run for my life.Looking up at the wall clock, it is estimated that Lark is about to arrive.

He walked out of the office with a bag of snacks, and walked slowly along the corridor on the left.Anyway, it's not the first time to wash him up, so don't worry.

Biting on a chocolate bar, there were still quite a lot of people just after the sports meeting, and there were many uneducated people showing affection everywhere.After thinking about it, I went to the reading room. There are few people there, and I can find some inspiration for the newly written script.

At this time, Hibari Kyoya happened to arrive at the empty office, and was very upset about being let go.

Where did that guy Xu Yuanqing go?

Idle is also idle, the skylark closed the door and began to search in a large area, killing a few herbivores in groups by the way.No one on the first floor, no one on the second floor, no one in the cooking room, and the warehouse... In the warehouse, a Kusakabe was rescued, and the other party hugged his thigh gratefully.

A kidnapper knocked the grass wall out of his mind, as if scanning around, he just saw a certain one passing through the corridor on the fourth floor.After shaking the duckweed crutch, this game of hide-and-seek will end here.

Open the door of the reading room, no one is there.Walk in and find a familiar figure in white uniform at the table at the end.Xu Yuanqing noticed the person coming and waved his hand to say hello.

"Wow, you are so brave, you actually let me dove because you want to be bitten and killed." After walking in, there were several books spread out on the table, most of which were biographies. "Why are you suddenly interested in these?"

"The stage play script needs, chocolate bar, do you want to eat?"

"No need." Pulling up a chair and sitting down, Yunque picked up a book and flipped through a few pages before losing interest.

She watched him blankly and brought back a copy of "The Complete Book of Six Laws", looking at it with relish.I really want to complain.We didn't say anything to each other, but I was flattered by his rare praise when he happened to mention today's sports meeting.

I don't know how long it took to write and draw on the draft paper, and Zhuma Jun who was opposite suddenly stood up and seemed to be leaving.

"It's time to inspect the school." Saying that, Skylark put the book back in its original place and took away the unopened chocolate bar.

He gave him a blank look, "Don't you just say you don't want to eat?"

Skylark turned back and smiled, "I want you to take care of it."

What a weird guy.

Putting my attention back on the draft, what should I write for this stage play.

Inspiration came suddenly, except that I turned on a light when I felt dark in the middle, I kept writing hard.The outline alone is five pages long, and as for the details and lines, I have to go back and think about it.

Stretching, I found that it was completely dark outside the window.Looking at the time, I didn't expect it to be more than nine o'clock, which is really bad.

After putting away his things, he turned off the light in the reading room, and the whole room was plunged into darkness.Fortunately, there are still mobile phones that can illuminate.Groping slowly down the stairs, the empty surroundings were so quiet that it seemed as if one could hear the passage of time, only the sound of his own footsteps made a regular rhythm.

By the way, why didn't Tsunayoshi Sawada return my wooden sword.

Sighing, the school at night looks really spooky, no wonder there are so many horror TV shows that choose the school as the background.However, it seems that there are also strange stories?

I vaguely remember that a girl in white uniform said that the faucet in the women's restroom on the third floor would vomit blood or something at midnight. Do you want to check it out?

Wait, is it really good to use this kind of typical death plot now? Isn't it said that curiosity is useless.But I was a little hesitant when I thought about the application for an application for a ghost in the toilet.

I'm actually quite curious about what ghosts look like.

I cheered myself up, and the spirit of Bingzhong would definitely bless me.

Walking along the corridor to the women's toilet, the faint light source from the mobile phone is like a firefly in the dark night, insignificant.The wind blowing in from nowhere gave me goosebumps, and I wanted to go back _(:з」∠)_

When passing the corner, I was startled by the reflected light. I walked in and saw that it was a piece of floor-to-ceiling glass. The flat mirror surface reflected my figure through the light.It's just because of the angle, it feels weird no matter how you look at it.

How can there be glass here?

Just as he was thinking, he suddenly heard footsteps.

"Who is it?" Just about to hide, but the voice was unexpectedly familiar.

The light from the flashlight was much better than that of the mobile phone, and the circular light source slowly approached, and Ding Qing saw that it was Kyouya Hibari.

"Why are you still in school? It's against the rules to stay after school. What are you laughing at?"

"Just now I was wondering if it was a ghost pretending to be it, but now I'm sure." Only you can talk about morality at every turn.

"Ghost?" Skylark pointed the flashlight at the mirror in the hallway, "Did you say that?"

"Isn't it strange that there are mirrors in the hallway?"

Hibari Kyouya pondered for a while, and said: "30 years ago, a girl died in the school, and then, unwilling to do so, she attached herself to a mirror, and appeared in the corridor every night waiting for an opportunity to pull the students who stayed at the school into the mirror to eat. Lose."

"Pfft—you're a liar, and you have a history of 30 years."

"It's pretty smart." Skylark nodded, and praised Ome Jiang's excellent combination, "Actually, I don't know who used 502 glue to stick it to the ground."

Saying that, Yunque turned and left, walked a few steps and then stopped to look at Xu Yuanqing, "I still haven't followed."

Glancing at the mirror in the aisle, he followed, "By the way, I haven't asked why you're still here, aren't you going home?"

"It's too late to approve the official documents, so I'll inspect the school again along the way."

How much do you love school, why don't you just live here.

"I remember that there are quite a lot of strange stories in Bingzhong, like the one about 'you can see ghosts when you wear glasses in the west corridor on the second floor at midnight'."

"It's a lie."

"Why, have you tried?"

"How could I do such a boring thing." Yunque was walking, when suddenly his sleeves were pulled, and when he turned around, he saw Ome Jiang looking at him eagerly, "Hey, go try it."

"..."

Second floor, west corridor.

Skylark helped the black-rimmed glasses that didn't fit well, thinking that he must be stupid to allow this guy to drag him to such a place.

He glanced at the paw that was pulling him angrily, he was obviously scared and still held on, if he dared to scream later, he would kill you.

"There's nothing." I looked around, regretful and a little lucky.

Skylark snorted coldly, and took off his glasses, which were slightly uncomfortable due to the unsuitable prescription.After rubbing, raising his eyes, he saw Xu Yuanqing looking at him with a half-smile.

"What are you doing?"

"Well, how should I put it. I think you look pretty good in glasses." Just a little dazed.

Throwing the eyes back to her, and still not letting go of the paw that was holding her, Hibari Kyouya tilted his head and mocked: "Are you afraid?"

"……Um."

This time it was surprisingly honest.

Taking a flashlight to shine on the front, Yunque grabbed Xu Yuanqing with his backhand, "What are you doing standing there, let's go home."

The moon is in the middle of the sky, bright and gentle, and the soft moonlight sets off a calm and peaceful night. The light of the moon falls on the tree branches, casting mottled black shadows.

Xu Yuanqing's family lived not far away, and soon saw the roof.

Looking up at the night sky without many stars, Qingmei behind her suddenly asked, "Hey, am I Xu Yuanqing?"

"You are not Xu Yuanqing who you are." Although it has indeed changed a lot recently.

The puller stopped slowly, and Skylark looked back suspiciously, only to see the black-haired girl under the moon blinking at herself slyly, "Maybe I'm Mia."

"Mia? What nonsense are you talking about?" Inexplicably, he didn't want to continue discussing this issue with her, "Your home is here."

Letting go of the holding hands, Xu Yuanqing walked quickly to the door.

Pushing open the white door, she turned her head and smiled slightly at the boy not far away.

"Hey, good night, Mr. Zhuma."

The author has something to say: How to say it == a chapter that I think is very bad.When I came home from the winter vacation, I felt that the inspiration was dead, and I had no inspiration. . . . . .Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh