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"We all know that you are great, so you don't need to show it off."

The girl rolled her eyes to express her disdain.

"I'm not showing off."

Mo Jingan was relatively stupid, so he could only explain himself clumsily.

"I know you like to meddle in your own business, so you don't have to show it off."

Yu Xi's voice was impatient, she stopped turning the pen, put the pen on the desk, and squinted at the girl.

There was laughter from around, and the girl turned her head in embarrassment, without saying anything.

Mo Jingan's fingers trembled subconsciously, look, these people just like to bully the weak and fear the strong, they bully her, and they are timid towards others, stammering to please.

"Go ahead and leave her alone."

Yu Xi raised his chin at Mo Jingan, Mo Jingan nodded and continued to give Yu Xi the topic.

When Yu Xi lowered his head to think, Mo Jingan looked at the small section of fair neck, his heart was pounding.

She never thought that she could get along with Yu Xi so peacefully. After all, Yu Xi seemed to be quite difficult to get along with, and Yu Xi just asked to help her. Such a powerful person would soon be her sister.

Mo Jingan heard the cheers in his heart, at least he was no longer alone.

Sister... sister... what a wonderful feeling.

The world is silent, only the stickiness and irritability of summer haunt the students who are still writing.

When the fan was turning, it made a harsh and strong creaking sound, which devastated people mentally.

Hearing the increasingly harsh voice, Yu Xi turned to look at her deskmate. The girl was reading a novel and didn't notice the harsh creaking sound at all.

The sound became louder and louder, and the cicadas outside the classroom disappeared completely in the last hysterical cry.

No, it wasn't that there was no trace, it was just that the sound was suppressed by the sound of the fan.

The noisy voices stopped, those who moved the table, and those who scratched the pen tip on the paper could not be heard, only the wobbly fan that seemed to move at a high speed gave a sense of presence.

Yan Zhuo had already woken up from a deep sleep, staring at the fan turning in the classroom, Zhao Shu was writing on his own, turning a deaf ear to everything around him.

Mo Jingan felt a little weird, the fan was too loud, making it impossible for people to concentrate on studying, the piercing sound seemed to penetrate the eardrums, giving people a violent feeling.

Stranger still, there was no sound, no other sound.

Generally, the sound of the fan is not so harsh, there will be small complaints in the classroom, and the teacher will raise his head to notice this situation, but no, the classroom is very quiet, except for the sound of the fan turning, there is no movement.

Mo Jingan looked at the electric fan diagonally above her. The fan was spinning very fast. Every time she looked at it, she felt terrified. What if it fell, would it hit someone? Will her head be cut off, will she be hurt...

Mo Jingan put away her messy thoughts, many people would have such thoughts like her, it is not surprising, in fact nothing will happen.

Mo Jingan turned his attention to the teacher. Today is the evening self-study of the political teacher. His computer is green, and the screen reflects on his expressionless face, which looks a little scary.

The political teacher doesn't like particularly loud noises, so he would rather the students sleep in his class. In the past, when the fan broke down and made noise, he would turn off the fan unbearably, and then call someone to repair it.

The sound was loud today, but he didn't move at all, as if he didn't hear it at all.

Yan Zhuo stood up from his seat, walked to the back, and turned off the fan, and the dangling fan in the back row stopped.

The sound is still there.

Yan Zhuo frowned, Yu Xi got up and walked to the front, and turned off the fans in the front row, all the fans swayed and stopped, but the sound was still there.

Mo Jingan looked at the stopped fan in horror and fiddled with his ears.

The sound is still there, why is it still there!

"That... did you hear something?"

Mo Jingan tugged on the sleeve of his deskmate.

The deskmate was doing a math problem, and slowly turned his head, his movements seemed stiff.

He grinned at Mo Jingan, that smile was very slow, Mo Jingan could clearly see every movement of his muscles, his eyes were empty, Mo Jingan's hand shook, and he retracted .

"It's okay...you can write your own."

The harsh sound of the fan has not stopped...

The deskmate turned his head back again, holding a pen to write stroke by stroke.

Mo Jingan turned his eyes to Yu Xi who was standing at the front door, his eyes under the black-rimmed glasses were very blank.

Zhao Shu arranged the finished homework, calmly looked at Yu Xi who was standing in front, looked around at Mo Jingan on her right and Yan Zhuo behind her.

"How is this going?"

She saw that the fan had been turned off.

"It's a bit strange... Could it be the sound of a fan in someone else's class?"

Mo Jingan's voice was small and thin, with a little trill.

"Impossible, it won't be that loud."

Zhao Shu also stood up, looked at the fan and at the other people.

The bell for the end of get out of class rang suddenly, and Mo Jingan trembled in fright, and then she was shrouded in a deeper fog.

Usually when the evening self-study get out of class is over, there will be some noise in the classroom, chatting, fighting, and asking questions, but Mo Jingan's ears can only hear the sound of the non-stop squeaking fan, she looks at those people laughing, talking, But she couldn't hear the sound.

It's like watching an absurd pantomime.

"Did you hear the fan when you were in class?"

Zhao Shu asked his deskmate.

"what sound?"

The tablemate looked at Zhao Shu suspiciously.

"Don't you think the fan is noisy?"

"Fan? No, it's very quiet."

Zhao Shu and Yu Xi looked at each other, Yan Zhuo walked out, Yu Xi followed him, Mo Jingan also ran out to follow Yu Xi when he saw this, Zhao Shu shrugged, and followed him.

Every class looked the same as before, but none of them heard the heavy voice accompanied by sultry heat.

"I'm going, why is it so loud, I'm obviously closed, this school has a bad review."

It was a boy with round glasses, his hand was on the switch of the fan in his class, and his face was full of shit.

"Did you hear the sound of the fan turning?"

Zhao Shu leaned against the door of their class.

"That's right, there is a ghost, and they can't hear it. It seems that you have heard it too. That's good, it's not my fault."

The boy patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What's going on, is it really a ghost?"

The boy touched his face.

"Zuo Zhi, I remember you told people the day before yesterday that you must implement the socialist scientific concept."

Mo Jingan pushed his glasses.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Zuo Zhi is the embarrassed dry cough of the boy with round glasses, what is that used to comfort the frightened little beauty.

Yan Zhuo didn't speak, he walked downstairs, preparing to skip evening self-study.

Yu Xi naturally followed him, and Mo Jingan followed Yu Xi silently.

Zhao Shu looked at them, and quickly followed them. Zuo Zhi was thinking about it, but when he saw that the large army had left, he quickly followed.

"What are you doing, are you skipping class collectively?"

There was excitement in Zuo Zhi's eyes, this was the first time he had done such a thing.

Just as Yan Zhuo was about to climb over the wall, he was illuminated by a flashlight.

"Why, what are you doing, how many classes do you want to skip class? Go back every time you go, or you will be deducted points for registration."

The doorman was shaking his flashlight.

squeak... squeak...

Mo Jingan shook his head, trying to get rid of that annoying voice, but it didn't work.

"Have you ever heard of the school's strange story?"

Zhao Shu looked at Yan Zhuo with black and white eyes.

"I've heard of it, could it be..."

Zuo Zhi widened his eyes.

Mo Jingan looked blank, what kind of weird talk, is there any story in their school?

"I'm going to see what the hell it is."

Yan Zhuo let out a sneer, raised his legs and returned in the direction of the teaching building.

"Not quite right."

Zuo Zhi leaned on the wall, his face turned pale.

Mo Jingan's expression also changed drastically, he pulled Yu Xi's sleeve, Yu Xi squinted his eyes, and held Mo Jingan.

This is their teaching building, but it doesn't look like it.

It's still the same scale, but the walls are painted uniformly in white, and the aisle is illuminated by blue-white lights, making it look quite intrusive.

"Haven't our walls been painted with green paint long ago?"

Zuo Zhi's expression was very reluctant.

"The first strange story, that person died in the classroom, and was hanged by a rope driven by a fan. Some people said that there was the ghost of that person in the fan."

Zhao Shu's face was also not very good, and he whispered something like a ghost story.

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

Yu Xi took Mo Jingan's hand and began to walk up. Their classroom was on the third floor.

Mo Jingan felt Yu Xi's body temperature, and he let go of his hanging heart.

"Will you live together in the future?"

Mo Jingan clenched a little.

She didn't know how big Yu Xi's house was, and her own home was not too big or small. She didn't know if Auntie and Yu Xi would move in here. Auntie would definitely, right? Where's Yu Xi?

"Maybe."

Yu Xi gave an ambiguous answer.

A lot of people poured out all of a sudden, going up and down the aisle.

Zuo Zhi was next to Yan Zhuo closely, no matter how scary this old man was from outsiders, his mind is full of ghosts now.

Yan Zhuo wanted to shake off the hand of the person next to him, but got a pleading look.

"I'm afraid...Look at their school uniforms...can you let me pull it?"

Zuo Zhi felt his lips trembling, the school uniform was the old style, the school changed it a few years ago, and all these people are still wearing that style of school uniform!

Yan Zhuo shook his hand, but the grip was tighter, so he didn't bother to struggle.

"Let's play a game!"

"See if you can fly! Don't be afraid! We're just trying."

"Don't you want to be good friends with us? Why don't you want to play this game with us?"

"Don't worry, it's just a fan. If it breaks, we will accompany you, don't be afraid."

Yu Xi led Mo Jingan and stood at the door, quietly watching the scene in the class.

A girl tied a ribbon around the neck of a skinny boy and tied a beautiful bow, while the other side of the long satin was thrown and looped on the fan by a boy who stepped on the table.

"Yo, it's flying."

The boy leaning against the door smiled maliciously and turned the switch.

"do not want!"

Mo Jingan instantly understood what they wanted to do, and immediately shouted.