death is your ghost

The senior high school building exploded immediately because of this farce. The students who were addicted to studying took advantage of the break after class and stopped discussing topics with each other. Master? Who is Xie Qi?" gossip.

For a while, everyone was talking about the love-hate relationship between the two male protagonists at the center of the gossip storm.

Looking at the unabated rumors, several students passing by are talking about the two of them. According to this, these two people who have never met before will be used as conversation material after dinner for a long time.

The walls of the corridors are made of white stone tiles, and the rectangular prisms built at intervals in the corridors are also surrounded by a layer of tiles. In summer, some people have a low-grade fever. Cool off.

Mo Han leaned on the white tile prism. From his angle, he could see the community building built outside the campus diagonally opposite. The building pursues the market. In recent years, many parents accompany their children to high school. They urgently need to rent A house is convenient for children to go to school, and it is also convenient for self-study and get out of class in the evening to welcome children.

These buildings saw business opportunities and came into being.

"Yan Shuo, I know, that bastard. Xie Qi... who is it?" Mo Han had met Yan Shuo from the key science class a few times, and the encounters were very embarrassing. They were all in the head teacher's office, and the reason was not good. , Either make trouble, or make trouble, and be criticized by education.

Mo Han is better than Yan Shuo because he has a funny head teacher; but Yan Shuo is not so lucky, every time he sees him being scolded by his old class in the office, that attitude!He wanted to fly, if he had just given him a machine gun, he would have shot Yan Shuo into a hornet's nest long ago.

Of course, as the head teacher of a key science class, how can he calm down this bunch of brats if he is not aggressive, and how can he guarantee the school's enrollment rate and honor?

After coming and going, Mo Han and Yan Shuo became acquaintances who met but didn't speak.

Ye Xiaye stretched his waist, and did four 10-minute benches in class, which made his back and buttocks uncomfortable.

"Xie Qi, don't you know? He's a popular man in science class. He's not an all-around student, but he's so good at math, it's too good to be true; but the worst thing is English. I heard that once he failed in English. I got seventeen points in the test."

Ye Xiaye and Mo Han are in ordinary science classes, but Ye Xiaye's English teacher and Xie Qi's English teacher are the same person. Their English teacher is a kind and thin old man. I was so shocked that I didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and it would be embarrassing to say it.

The skinny old man has a label. Among the students who have been taught by him, none of them can learn English well. However, Jieqi is definitely a big stain in his teaching history, which cannot be washed away with August [-]th disinfectant.

Mo Han's grades are resounding, and the balance of each course is up to standard. According to his grades, he can stay in the key class, but everything can't be said for sure. Mo Han doesn't want to be restrained by the curse of going to college, so he deliberately failed the exam and came to the ordinary class. .

Listening to Xie Qi's history, Mo Han couldn't help wondering: "How did English [-] get into the key class?"

Ye Xiaye changed her posture, leaned her back against the fence, stepped on the whitewashed wall with her feet, shook her head and said, "Heh, I got full marks in math, do you remember when I was assigned, math, physics, chemistry special Difficult, the division is amazing!"

During the placement test, in order not to let the original head teacher see that he had ulterior motives, Mo Han only wrote the first ten multiple-choice questions and the first three fill-in-the-blank questions. He handed in the paper without even reading it. As for the difficulty, he also heard from his classmates when he came back from vacation.

Ye Xiaye was jealous of God's crazily favoring someone, especially someone who was already good enough, and he was not stingy to give all the good things to that person. "Xie Qi is amazing. Every model test, monthly test, weekly test, large-scale test and various tests, no matter whether the mathematics is difficult or simple, is full of one hundred and fifty, without any mistakes."

Mo Han dismissed him: "Are you jealous?"

Ye Xiaye shouted: "Yeah, not only him, look around me, everyone around me is more talented than me, how can I mess around."

Ghost believes that he is always yelling that this is not good, that is not good, Ye Xiaye's grades are not bad, he is good at cycling, he is good at basketball, what else can he complain about?Pure nonsense.

Mo Han said: "Are you jealous of others? I think others are jealous of you. Which of us has your child bride?"

Ye Xiaye immediately turned pink and tender like the morning glow, revealing a happy and sweet color: "Damn, Ah Ling is my gold medal, so others should be jealous of me."

Mo Han thought about it: "Yeah, how can we ordinary people compare with you? You are a golden plum branch in this industry, and you can't match it. It's been a long time since the lover saw your Ah Ling. Where are you hiding?" Already!"

Ye Xiaye's mouth blossomed with joy when she mentioned A Ling, and said, "I'll come out to play on the weekend in a few days, we brothers haven't been together for a few days, right?"

Mo Han: "Okay."

……

"Bump!!" There was a sound of a heavy object hitting the ground from downstairs, mixed with the scream of a girl.

Mo Han and Ye Xiaye stretched their heads to look downstairs at the same time. They were on the fifth floor, and the fourth, third, and second floors were full of spectators who came out to watch the excitement.

Downstairs on the lawn was an iron chair with a wooden back. With 2.0 eyes, you can still see the lawn being smashed into a depression.

"What's wrong?" Mo Han asked.

Then a green watering can flew out from the fourth floor, then a broom, a mop...

Ye Xiaye looked at the show and said: "It's a fight downstairs! I'm going to use the weapon directly, I guess the guy Yan Shuo is in danger."

Mo Han sweated for Yan Shuo: love is risky, you need to be cautious when chasing love.

In the afternoon, Mo Han's old class specially held a class meeting with the theme of puppy love and personal safety in the afternoon, made a summary and reflection on the bad incidents that happened today, and issued a lot of philosophical and rich golden sentences to advise everyone not to have puppy love, puppy love is to make Death, in order to warn the students to take warning and study hard.

Mo Han glanced at him, thinking he was farting.

After school, Mo Han and Chi Nan went home together. Chi Nan was well informed and heard about the big event that happened on the third floor today.

"There's been a lot going on in your third year of high school. You're going to take the college entrance examination soon. Why are you all floating in the sky?"

Mo Han didn't take it seriously: "This is the freedom of love. Anyway, after a few dozen days, we will step into half of society. Who can control us?"

"Second Que!" Chi Nan concluded.

Everyone is different in this matter, there is no right or wrong.But Mo Han didn't think there was anything wrong, he believed that Chi Nan was just talking about it.

"Xiao Nan, you have never been in a relationship. When you find someone you like that day, maybe you will do something even stupider than this."

Chi Nan didn't speak, but gave him a haha.

……

Chi Yue was quite silent today, probably because he didn't have enough energy and lacked energy.

Mo Han returned to his room, locked the door tightly, and stared into his eyes to see if there was anything unusual.

"What happened today? What happened?"

In the past few days since he came back from Chi Yue, today is his worst day. He doesn't talk much and is very quiet.

Chi Yue was a little tired: "I don't know, I feel tired."

Mo Han guessed: "Do you have any taboos that you can't touch? Or is it because of the lack of energy on the day of the full moon? The emptiness in the abdomen?"

Chi Yue has only been a ghost for a few days, so he doesn't know the rules and taboos, and he probably doesn't even know.

"What's the date today?"

"NO.12."

NO.12, the lunar calendar is not the fifteenth, and the days are not special, so it is impossible to judge the cause of Chi Yue's qi deficiency.

Mo Han looked anxious, and suddenly had a flash of inspiration, thinking to check the Internet with his mobile phone, maybe he could find some clues.

During the day, Chi Yue sat on the side with his body concealed, and asked, "Is it useful? Has the stuff on Baidu been empirically tested? Has anyone who answered the question seen a real ghost?"

Mo Han has convinced him, and now he is helping him find the reason, he also suspects that other people are coming: "Shut up, I can see you, this is a small probability, why can't others encounter it?"

Chi Yue rested his chin, admiring Mo Han's prosperous beauty: "That's different, I want you to see it, so you can see it."

"Yo, then I still have to thank you."

"No, no, husband and wife don't say thank you."

"..."

Mo Han browsed several webpages and summed up several reasons.

"Ghosts are weak because they are afraid of seeing the sun. You are different, so you rule it out. Second, ghosts are afraid of red things. Have you ever touched red things?"

Mo Han looked around the room. In his room, there were few red objects. He caught a glimpse of the red eraser on the 2b pencil on the desk, and held it up to Chi Yue's eyes. Chi Yue was stunned and did not respond.

"You're not afraid of red." Mo Han flipped through the pages again: "Then are you afraid of mahogany swords?"

Chi Yue tilted his head to see his serious face, and felt it was funny: "Where do you think I can come across a mahogany sword, maybe you can use it."

That's right, since Chi Yue came back, he followed him every step of the way, and didn't have time to touch things like mahogany swords.

Mo Han said: "That's only the last possibility. I heard that staying together with people with strong yang energy will harm your body."

"Am I so yang that I can see you?"

Chi Yue didn't know: "I don't know, maybe."

Mo Han knew that there was an aunt in the orphanage who was religious, and asking her might have a solution.

In the evening, Mo Han came back from his study to find the aunt.

"Aunt Dai, let me ask you something, is there anything that can absorb Yang Qi?"

Aunt Dai was taken aback, thinking why a child asked such a taboo thing. "What are you doing? Children, don't ask nonsense."

Mo Han waved his hands again and again, and asked in a different way: "No, no, I want to say what can protect the soul? I feel unwell recently, and my spirit is not very good."

Aunt Dai: "That's it. Let me think about it. Yes, I heard that Ziyu doesn't have it. Ziyu has spirituality. It can absorb strong external evil spirits and ward off evil spirits."

Mo Han wrote it down seriously, and still imagined Ziyu's appearance in his mind. He had never been so serious in class.

Mo Han remembered it firmly, thanked Aunt Dai, turned and walked away, Aunt Dai added: "It's about to be consecrated, Ling."

"Well, I see."

When Mo Han returned to his room, Chi Yue was lifeless, lying on the bed and falling asleep.

He walked over cautiously, and gently pushed him: "Ah Xuan? Ah Xuan?"

Chi was breathing more slowly and didn't respond.

Mo Han suddenly panicked in his heart, maybe his energy is too weak, and he is about to disappear.

He immediately opened the door and rushed out, took out his mobile phone and called Ye Xiaye.

The guard of the orphanage saw him running out, and he came out in a daze, but he didn't want to call out.

After the call was connected, Mo Han paused and said, "Ye, come out, I need your help."

Ye Xiaye on the other end of the phone said in a muffled voice: "Brother, what time is it now, why are you messing around if you don't sleep?"

"Stop talking nonsense, let me out the fuck."

Paji, hang up the phone.

The author has something to say:

Guess what happened to Chi Yue, there is no prize for guessing correctly

Hoho...I, face the wall and think about the past