After picking up the baby, my father and I became rivals

"President, is he gone?" Yang Le quickly poked his head out of the abandoned classroom and asked in an exploratory tone.

Song Wenzhi turned his head to look at him, and gave a soft "hmm".

Seeing that Song Wenzhi's expression was indifferent, and there was no slight change due to Shang Yang's appearance or departure, Yang Le hesitated for a moment, but couldn't help but ask him.

"I think this junior is pretty good. Although he is a few years younger than you, I can see that he likes you."

The corridor was empty and there was no noise. Yang Le could clearly hear the conversation between Shang Yang and Song Wenzhi in the abandoned classroom separated by only one wall.

The onlookers knew that Yang Le could understand the meaning of Shang Yang's words.

"Senior, why don't you... try with him?" Yang Le tentatively gave a suggestion.

Hearing this, Song Wenzhi looked slightly embarrassed, he directly ignored the words "I like you", and then waved his hand and said, "Impossible."

"Why?"

Song Wenzhi's answer was decisive, and Yang Le was very puzzled.He thinks that these two people are not bad in all aspects, and Shang Yang treats Song Wenzhi very well, but Yang Le doesn't understand that Song Wenzhi just refuses to accept Shang Yang.

Song Wenzhi didn't know how to answer Yang Le's question.Because he has already obtained a certificate to have a son, naturally there is no other possibility.

While Song Wenzhi was hesitating, a whistle sounded from downstairs, interrupting the fruitless conversation.

Song Wenzhi leaned over the window and saw Zhang Yu getting off the passenger side of the pickup truck. There was a newly purchased large birch drawing board in the truck, and the driver was unloading the goods.

After getting off the car, Zhang Yu immediately looked up to the fourth floor. After seeing Song Wenzhi standing by the window, he turned around to help the master lift the big board.

Because Yang Le was still there, the two of them only met for a second, but the meaning was self-evident.This kind of tacit understanding cannot be formed without decades of getting along.

Zhang Yu and his master quickly brought up the large board, as well as some large drawing paper and decorations.

"There was a car accident on Donglin Road, and we were stuck in traffic for half an hour." Zhang Yu came back a bit late, and he put down his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and explained casually.

As soon as Song Wenzhi heard that there was a car accident, he asked without thinking, "Are you okay?" His tone was full of worry.

"It's okay." Zhang Yu paused slightly with his sleeves down, raised his eyes and glanced at Yang Le who was standing aside, and said to Song Wenzhi seriously: "Thank you for your concern."

Seeing Zhang Yu's reaction, Song Wenzhi also felt that what he said just now was inappropriate, so he immediately restrained his expression, changed the subject directly, and said to Zhang Yu.

"Put all the materials into the abandoned classroom today, and we will start working in a few days."

Zhang Yu followed Song Wenzhi and Yang Le into the abandoned classroom. The huge classroom was full of sundries, but there was a big circle in the middle, surrounded by old lockers and tables, chairs and benches.

"Yang Le and I packed up a good locker and put paints and brushes in it."

Song Wenzhi opened a rusty cabinet, although he and Yang Le wiped the cabinet around, but the moment the cabinet was opened, there were still a few wisps of dust falling down profusely.

In this dark and damp space, it adds some musty smell.

"Okay, let's go." Zhang Yu frowned, urging in his concise sentences.

He resisted the urge to pull Song Wenzhi out, and raised his hand to help Song Wenzhi close the old cabinet door.There is too much dust in this room, and I don't know how many bacteria there are.

Zhang Yu didn't want Song Wenzhi to stay inside for a moment.

The three of them withdrew from the abandoned classroom one after another, and then Zhang Yu refused the help of Song Wenzhi and Yang Le, quickly moved the big board and other things into the classroom, and then hurriedly closed the classroom door.

But no one seemed to have noticed that there was almost no dust in the empty space in the middle of the dark classroom.

"Sorry, I'm late." At this moment, Li Ping hurried over, still holding a SLR camera in his hand.

"Let's talk about it in a few days. It's getting late, so let's go." Originally, I wanted Li Ping to try filming today, but now that it was getting late, Song Wenzhi felt that there was no trouble.

"Okay then, I'll get ready early then."

Since Yang Le was still there, Li Ping couldn't explain it clearly. He just raised the camera in his hand and smiled shyly at Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu.

"Don't worry, my photography skills are very good, and with the packaging, it will definitely be popular on the forum."

Song Wenzhi was amused by Li Ping's professional appearance full of confidence. As he walked out, he joked with Li Ping: "Murphy's Law says that what is impossible to make mistakes will make mistakes. So don't say things so absolutely. .”

Li Ping also laughed, and he assured Song Wenzhi: "Unless this abandoned classroom is really haunted, no one can stop me."

……

The four of them separated when they walked to the apartment building area. Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu left school to go home, and Li Ping and Yang Le also dropped by to return to their dormitories.

Little curly hair has been playing with Li Ping, so naturally he gets acquainted with Yang Le.The two walked side by side on the small road, and the floor lamps on the side of the road burst out with blazing white light.

Li Ping lowered his head and fiddled with the camera. From time to time, he looked at a corner of the campus and raised his hand to take pictures. If the pictures looked good, he showed them to Yang Le.

After Yang Le came out of the old school building, he didn't say a word.

At this moment, he watched Li Ping fiddling with the camera while walking, and the urge to express his thoughts became stronger and stronger. His mouth was faster than his thoughts, and he suddenly said something lightly.

"Shang Yang looked at President Song in exactly the same way that President Song looked at President Zhang..."

Li Ping was looking at the photo, when he heard Yang Le's whisper, he raised his head and said, "What did you just say?"

Yang Le shook his head, did not speak again, but went to look at the photos in his camera with Li Ping.

Because of taking care of both study and association affairs, Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu were busy for a few days, squeezing all the manuscripts for the various forms in the next few days to finish in one day, and only had two days to draw posters.

This is not counting short-term notices and meetings. If there is an urgent matter, the two of them have to put aside the matter of the poster and report it to the association. After all, there is nothing they can do to serve D students.

Just when the two were preparing to draw posters, a little accident happened.

Because the theme of the painting is mainly red, the sample has already been drawn, so most of the paints that Yang Le brought are red.

But the paint may have been left for too long, and many of them are moldy.

Yang Lelian said sorry, he wanted to save time for Song Wenzhi and Zhang Yu, so he went to the abandoned classroom to mix the paints in advance, only to find that most of them were moldy.

Song Wenzhi was annoyed that he didn't open the paints to have a look that day and put them all away. Now he had to buy new paints temporarily.

The two moved quickly, but they had a lot of paint, and it was inconvenient to take it back to their apartment. They finally decided to put it directly in the abandoned classroom of the old school building after school in the afternoon, so that they would not have to run back and forth.

"Why is it getting dark so fast today?"

Zhang Yu was carrying a box of paints along the way, and Song Wenzhi followed him with a flashlight, walking in the old school building with one deep and one shallow footsteps.

"It's going to be November soon, of course the sky is getting dark fast."

Not only are the days getting shorter, but the weather is also getting colder, especially in the evening when the temperature has already dropped below zero.

Zhang Yu's hands holding the box felt cold. He turned his head and glanced at Song Wenzhi. Seeing his fingers holding the flashlight turn red, he unconsciously quickened his pace.

"Are your hands cold?" Zhang Yu took a breath and asked Song Wenzhi softly.

Today it was a temporary idea to move the paint to the old school building. Song Wenzhi was wearing thin clothes and Omega's immunity was relatively low. Zhang Yu regretted asking Song Wenzhi to come with him.

"I'm fine, I'm not cold." The temperature in the evening couldn't penetrate Song Wenzhi's wool coat, but the sub-zero temperature accompanied by gusts of cold wind hung on his face and hands like knives. His hands were numb from the cold.

The two stepped into the gloomy fourth floor, and the dim green light of the fire escape was guiding them to the abandoned classroom at the end of the corridor.

Although the heat preservation measures of the old school building were not as good as other places, they still blocked the cold wind.Song Wenzhi sniffed and his body gradually returned to temperature.

He walked past Zhang Yu to the abandoned classroom and opened the classroom door.

The messy classroom was quiet, only the blunt sound of Song Wenzhi opening the door, and the dust rushing towards his face.

"Little boy, you go in first." Song Wenzhi staggered to let Zhang Yu in, and took a flashlight to shine in Hei Bulongdong's classroom twice before walking in.

To be honest, Song Wenzhi was a little scared, although it wasn’t because of the rumors that the classroom was haunted, but after all, there was a strange atmosphere where no one came here for a long time. It was like entering the school-themed haunted house that Song Wenzhi played. .

Maybe at some point, a pair of hands will reach out and grab your ankles.

"Is that the cabinet?" Zhang Yu put the box down, and by the light of the flashlight in Song Wenzhi's hand, he was not sure which locker the paint was put in that day.

Song Wenzhi looked left and right to take photos, and finally settled on a bucket of moldy red paint on the ground, and said to Zhang Yu, "This is it."

This bucket of paint must have been put here by Yang Le, but it was only after the bottles and jars of red paint were poured into the bucket that it became moldy.

There are seven or eight lockers piled up in the corner. Song Wenzhi looked at the row of lockers and felt that they were all the same. He fumbled to open one of the lockers, but when he walked in, he found that he had to stand on tiptoe to reach it. .

Song Wenzhi was hesitating whether it was the cabinet or not. Zhang Yu, who was behind him, thought that Song Wenzhi couldn't reach the cabinet. He took a long leg and pulled the cabinet away before Song Wenzhi could react.

The cabinet door seemed to have some resistance. With the friction of the rusty iron, the cabinet door was opened with a "bang", and then something rolled out of the locker and fell straight into the paint bucket with a plop. .

"What?" Song Wenzhi turned the light of the flashlight to the paint bucket on the ground, and the bright white light hit the barrel, and the red paint was splashed around by the outsider.

What fell into the paint bucket was a woman's wig.

"Ah——" Song Wenzhi's pupils shrank sharply, his heart jumped into his throat with fright, and he lay on Zhang Yu's body with a groan.

[The author has something to say: I have been reading novels every day recently, accumulating vocabulary, and there are too many idiot words, I have to change them. 】