Quickly wear the days of being in the company of Sick Jiao

Chen Han died of myocardial infarction.

After all, Zhou Cen couldn't bear to let the man he once loved die too horribly.

His body was pierced by Chu Yiying with a small wooden sword, and disappeared into the air.

I only hope that in the next life, I can meet you again, and then I should be smarter.

At that time, I hope you can love me a little more.

Unfortunately, no more.

There is no future.

Chen Mengqian hugged her father's body and remained silent.

With family changes, she became more mature and stable, and worked harder.

She surpassed her competition and earned a walk thanks to several strong grades and honors she brought to the school.

Of course, this is another story.

No matter what, life still has to go on, and the journey also goes on, but there are always some things that are slightly out of harmony, such as...

"Chu Yiying! Did you fall into the toilet when you went to the bathroom? You've been there for 2 hours!"

"Hahahaha! This..."

"Get out of here and stand for punishment, stand against the wall for me!"

"Know it!"

Miss Chu stood in the corner dejectedly while reading the book.

Damn!Obviously Jiang Chengyu is also an accomplice!The first in the class is amazing!

"Don't think I don't know what you're thinking! If you have the ability to take the first place, I won't let you stand!"

The head teacher shouted angrily with his arms around the book.

Miss Chu curled her lips and made a face at Jiang Chengyu.

monthly leave.

Jiang Chengyu sneaked into Chu Yiying's house with a heart of dominance.

At Chu Yiying's strong request, Chu Yiying's parents rented her a house off-campus so that she could fiddle with some weird things.

"Are you sure you want to learn that from the beginning?"

Chu Yiying took out the talisman paper and cinnabar, opened her hand, dripped dozens of drops of xue into the cinnabar, put it roughly in her mouth, and licked the wound.

"Ah."

Jiang Chengyu had no expression on his face, but he was secretly anxious that he would be able to meet him if he learned it... must... must learn it quickly.

Chu Yiying discovered that Jiang Chengyu's talent was extremely high, although she wasted a few talisman papers and part of the cinnabar, which made her feel distressed.

"You have successfully made two, are you sure you want to continue?"

Chu Yiying fiddled with her little brass bell, and looked back at Jiang Chengyu.

"Ah."

Two... not enough... One time limit is only half an hour, only two, far from enough... I want to touch him more... It's better to keep...

Jiang Chengyu's face was already pale, his hair was wet with sweat, he had already started to experience ringing in the ears, and a tingling sensation came from his temple...

"You rest for a few hours and continue."

Chu Yiying couldn't help persuading her, thinking that she was young and ignorant at the beginning, seeing the making of this talisman, it was like learning, but after practicing two pieces, she fainted, Jiang Chengyu seemed more talented than her, At least not yet.

"No."

Rest for a few hours, then it will be too late to go back, he has to go back early, although Qi Feng promised him that he would not run away, but...but...

He originally wanted Qi Feng to come with him, but Qi Feng said, "You let me go to a ghost exorcist's house with a ghost", so he could only give up that idea.

"As you like."

10 minutes later……

"boom!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..."

Chu Yiying leaned against someone who was passed out by the desk, and the slam was quite hard, it hurt even when she heard it.

Today's young people, if they don't listen to the old man's words, won't they be at a disadvantage?

Chu Yiying helplessly mentioned the drowsy Jiang Chengyu, and put him on the sofa beside him. Jiang Chengyu's body moved, and then curled up.

At dusk and evening, a few stars dimly adorn the night.

Jiang Chengyu rubbed his eyebrows and sat up from the sofa.

Chu Yiying was eating takeaway and watching a TV series.

"Yo, why are you awake?"

"How long have I slept?"

"About a day."

Jiang Chengyu jumped up from the sofa, picked up the two talismans on the desk, and ran to the door.

Chu Yiying shook her head, smashed her mouth, and continued watching TV.

The lights at home were dark as always, Jiang Chengyu quickly took out the key, opened and closed the door.

There are noises inside.

Noisy, is the sound of the TV.

The lights were dimmed, and the light reflected from the TV cast a certain ghost's face, making him look a little lonely.

Jiang Chengyu breathed a sigh of relief, but he soon realized that something was wrong, ghosts can't touch things, how did the TV turn on?

"you're back?"

Qi Feng greeted him perfunctorily, and then continued to watch his TV with relish.

"How did you open it?"

Jiang Chengyu's expression looked like he saw a ghost, although there was indeed a ghost in front of him.

"That's it, open it."

"Can you touch it?"

"As long as I want, I can."

Qi Feng's expression changed with the performance of the characters on TV, and he answered while watching.

"Then can you... also... meet me?"

"It's a waste of energy to condense into a solid body."

Jiang Chengyu nodded in disappointment, and sat side by side next to Qi Feng.

Holding a talisman between her fingertips, she silently chanted a spell, and the talisman disappeared out of thin air.

What the palm touched was no longer nothingness, but a cold touch with a chill.

Qi Feng turned his head to look at him, squinted his eyes, said nothing, and continued to turn back to watch his own TV.

Jiang Chengyu held that hand like a baby, and then pretended to watch TV calmly.

Not saying anything, not doing anything, just quietly holding his hand, watching the TV series he likes to watch, sneaking a glance at him from time to time, my heart softens instantly.

Half an hour passed quickly, and Jiang Chengyu reluctantly used another one.

When people care, time always passes quickly.

Jiang Chengyu felt sour and sad when he saw that he would never touch Qi Feng's hand again.

Why can't I always catch you?

You see, just like now, you are sitting in front of me, I can hear you, I can see you, but I can't touch you.

Jiang Chengyu went to find Chu Yiying the next day.

"Is there anything that can bind ghosts?"

"Shut up? There are gourds."

"No, I can see him."

"Spirit-binding lock."

It is said to be a lock, but it is actually just a thin red thread, which looks like it can be broken by pulling it.

Chu Yiying took out the red rope that she carried with her, and placed it in front of Jiang Chengyu.

"You want to tie that ghost up?"

I really want to think about it, so that I don't have to be afraid all the time, that person will just pull away and go away.

"A thing of this level cannot trap your ghost."

Chu Yiying reminded calmly, looking at the young man looking at her little rope with hunger.

"But...maybe you become stronger. According to your talent, it's not impossible to upgrade it."

Chu Yiying is very pleased that Jiang Juvenile has worked harder and harder to study this way, although this motive is not very decent...

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What is a protagonist?

The protagonist is that he doesn't look for trouble, but he must find ways to find him.

Chu Yiying spread out her political book and was about to go to class, but found that a teacher she didn't know came in.

About three to forty years old, wearing black-rimmed glasses, bangs covering the forehead, not too high, dark skin, looks weak.

"Did this teacher go to the wrong class?"

"No, the political teacher took a pregnancy leave, and he came to substitute for the class."

"Tch... so it's him, it's okay, we can play with confidence in this class."

The girl at the same table smiled happily.

"why?"

Chu Yiying couldn't help asking curiously.

"You must not have been taught by him, he... it's better to bully... ah no, it's better to talk."

"In his class, it doesn't matter if he plays with his mobile phone, eats snacks, or talks. He won't tell the head teacher anyway."

"This...isn't very good..."

Chu Yiying frowned slightly.

The deskmate gave her a supercilious look.

The speaking voice grew louder, almost drowning out the voice of the man standing on the podium.

"Students, please be quiet."

Xu Zheng shouted helplessly, the class was quiet for a moment, and then the noise started again.

Xu Zheng had no choice but to pick up the book and continue to give lectures. He was used to it, so he was quiet for a while, right?

"The functions of government..."

His voice was gradually drowned out again, and he knocked on the podium with his book.

"Be quiet."

This time the class was not as quiet as before, and the noise became louder and louder.

Chu Yiying stood up, holding a thick geographical atlas in her hand.

A loud bang.

The whole class was silent.

"Didn't the teacher tell you to be quiet? Is there something wrong with each ear?"

Disdainful snorting and sneering mixed with a few "crazy" sounds sounded in the classroom.

"Get out if you don't want to learn, and yell here. If you have the ability, you should yell louder. Don't stop until the grade director at the end of the corridor hears it!"

No one said a word.

"I'm sorry, teacher, please continue to teach."

Xu Zheng looked at Chu Yiying flattered. He has been teaching for seven or eight years. Because of his personality, he doesn't know how to get close to the leader. He doesn't know how to speak.

In order to avoid being abused even more, he began to ignore those petty behaviors that violated discipline. He originally thought that students would like him more like this, but...

The scolding is gone, but the contempt is more serious.

Forget it, that's it...

He looked at Chu Yiying twice more, and silently remembered this pretty girl in his heart.

The girl at the same table stared at Chu Yiying twice, and muttered, "It's really crazy".

Chu Yiying didn't bother to pay attention to him, she looked down at the book, but her heart was disorganized.

Just now, there was a ghost behind that teacher.

A resentful old ghost.

His eyes were red, and he looked at all the students in this class with a gloomy look.

"Do you know why that classroom was abandoned...?"

"I know, I know... there, a teacher died..."

"How long have you been dead?"

"It's been a long, long time..."

"Why did you die?"

"I heard it was suicide..."

"Where did you die?"

"Look at that..."

The fan stopped there quietly, some dust had accumulated on the fan blades, mottled with the years.