Daoist has facial paralysis

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"Have you heard that a security guard was scared and hospitalized in the main teaching building yesterday..." Several girls from the School of Art sat at the registration desk and chatted secretly. Compared with the lively registration desks of other colleges of Yingcheng University, It's a little deserted here, because Yingcheng's art academy only has two majors: Chinese painting and music, and there are not many students recruited, and it is not the main major of this university. It can still form a college, mainly because of these two majors. Professional tuition is expensive.

"It's so scary, what happened? Jiaoyi is closed today."

"Could it be haunted? Uncle security guard fainted... The school doesn't say anything, it's very suspicious."

"How could it be haunted? I think it's more credible for someone to commit suicide. I heard people say it happened in the bathroom."

"Wow? Really? So mysterious? Then I won't dare to go to the bathroom in the future."

Several beautiful seniors chatted happily, and Zhou Yibei, who came over, took a serious look at the signboard of the Art Academy's registration office. That's right, it's here... He frowned slightly. After coughing, the chattering girls were talking to themselves without noticing him at all.

Zhou Yibei lowered his head, hesitant.

"Excuse me," a familiar voice came to his ears, Zhou Yibei felt his shoulders sink, and Dongfangnan pressed his shoulders. Wearing a well-pressed suit, he took the paperwork in his hand and put it on the table. Pulling down his sunglasses, his peach blossom eyes bent to look at the young girls in front of him, "If you have time, how about helping my brother with the formalities?"

A few girls turned their heads and were stunned. They were all little girls who had never seen a man before. In a few minutes, they were completely fascinated by the temperament and appearance of the surrounding men, old and young. , Going through the formalities in a daze, I don't know where to put my eyes and hands.

"Uncle Master... haven't you left?" Zhou Yibei followed behind the Daoist of the Southwest in doubt. He was driven by Dongxinan early this morning, but when he arrived at the school gate, he saw the GR-T with his own eyes. Drive away.

"I'm not here for a while. How long did you plan to stand there just now? These little girls are so pretty, didn't they scare you silly?" The Southwest Taoist priest put his hand on Yi Bei's head and said half-jokingly.

"I..." Zhou Yibei couldn't refute these words.

The two of them were walking on the campus path with plenty of trees, and in front of them was a male student who was eager to lead the way. Even if he didn't live in the school, because the school stipulated that he must live in the dormitory, so he still had to go and have a look.

When passing by the teaching building in the middle of the school, Dongxinan paused, looked up, pushed down his sunglasses, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened.

Zhou Yibei frowned and looked at the roof of the building, then stopped, "Master..."

"Call me brother."

"Brother, there..."

The enthusiastic senior glanced at the building Zhou Yibei pointed to, "Student, this is the main teaching building, I can't get in today, the building is closed, I will take you to the dormitory first, and your class guide will lead you to the dormitory in a few days." Your class is familiar with the school environment."

Zhou Yibei looked at the Taoist leader of the Southwest and said nothing, Dongxinan grabbed his wrist, and lowered his voice in the first half of the sentence, "Don't worry about things that you shouldn't care about... Don't delay your study time, go to the dormitory to have a look."

"But……"

The east, west and south are close enough for Zhou Yibei to clearly see his face and the disinterest revealed in his expression.

"..." Zhou Yibei took a step forward, bowed his head and followed behind the senior in front.

"Huh?" Zhou Yibei felt his head hit something again as he walked, but it didn't hurt at all. He looked up suspiciously and saw a slender hand behind which was a lamp post.

Turning his head, he saw Dongxinan's helpless and disgusted face, "I like lampposts and telephone poles so much, why are you still bumping into them today after bumping into them a few days ago?"

Zhou Yibei vaguely saw that there were many people beside him, and his face, which hadn't been red for a long time, burned from the base of his ears again, and he clenched his hands nervously, "Next time...it won't be..." After stammering a sentence, Barely pretending to be calm, he lowered his head and walked forward in a panic, bumping into the senior who was leading the way.

"Oh, my mother..." The senior fell like a dog, and Zhou Yibei was grabbed by his uncle, so he didn't fall on his unfortunate senior.

"I'm sorry, are you okay?" Zhou Yibei bumped into someone to help, but because he didn't see clearly, he stepped on it.

The senior was trampled on the calf, and looked at Zhou Yibei with tears in his eyes, "Student... Do we have any grudges?"

"I didn't do it on purpose," Zhou Yibei frowned and lifted his foot, and wanted to go to help him again. The senior who was trampled on him stopped him in horror, and stood up by himself, "I can do it myself, you Don't move."

After getting up, the senior limped and led him to the dormitory, and left in a hurry. Zhou Yibei looked at his blurred back, frowned and sighed... Things like interpersonal relationships are really difficult to manage. It's too annoying.

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First day of school

[-]pm

The freshmen majoring in traditional Chinese painting of the Art Academy have a meeting in the classroom

It has progressed to the stage of self-introduction

More than half of the seventy students have been introduced

Zhou Yibei, the classmate with facial paralysis who was ranked last because the initial letter was z, sat in the corner of the trapezoidal classroom, still lost in thought, without any sense of crisis.

The top floor of the main teaching building is surprisingly cloudy, something must have happened... What is it?It is impossible for ordinary suicide to produce such a strong ghostly aura... What kind of ghost is there?Could it be the Sha in Red?

Zhou Yibei was immersed in his personal world as if no one else was there. After the students majoring in traditional Chinese painting introduced themselves one by one, it was his turn to finish.

Zhou Yibei, whose name was called three times by the class teacher, raised his head and saw that everyone in the classroom was staring at him, so that he could not die. His vision improved at night, and every face was very clear.

Pushing down his glasses with a stiff face, he has no intention of communicating with this group of people at all. He walked to the front coldly, wrote his name on the blackboard and was about to go down.

"Yi Bei, wait a minute," the class guide stopped him, trying to guide the introverted student to say a few more words, "I heard that you are the only student in our major who has won the provincial award for traditional Chinese painting. Do you want to share your experience?"

"I don't want to," Zhou Yibei replied coldly, and walked back to his seat in the corner.

The paintings he draws inexplicably won an award in addition to drawing talismans. How can he share his experience?Besides, he didn't want to devote his energy to the traditional Chinese painting major in this university. The study of Maoshan art and the Southwest master who had many strange things at home were already exhausting his brain.

"Hmm... okay..." The class teacher smiled awkwardly, full of negative impressions of this vicious, cold and conceited student, and his heart was full of cursing words.

The introduction is very short, but even the students who don't remember him remember Zhou Yibei, a cold and choking strange facial paralysis... and this impression will continue to deepen in the next few years after dinner .