While the spirit game is in progress

Hearing the silence in Ye Dill's room, Ye Jianguo still relentlessly cursed outside the door for a long time.

He greeted him with any ugly words, as if Ye Dill was an enemy.

Ye Dill's face remained unchanged, she turned a deaf ear to Ye Jianguo's words and ignored them. While mending her sleeves, she took the time to reply to Bai Po.

Most of the time, Bai Po was asking about the details of the spiritual game that Ye Dill had encountered, and Ye Dill would answer as much as possible without hiding anything.

Ye Jianguo cursed for a while, but seeing that there was no movement in the room, he kicked the bedroom door hard, and then left cursing.

Until this time, the little hamster who had been huddled in the corner of the bed quickly climbed onto Ye Dill's shoulder.

It whispered in Ye Dill's ear, "Master Yin, your papa is really fierce."

Its voice was extremely low, afraid of being heard by Ye Jianguo outside, its voice trembled slightly, obviously very scared.

Ye Dill didn't speak, but gently touched Little Pudding's little head.

After thinking about it, Ye Dill asked curiously, "Little Pudding, do you know how to read?"

Little Pudding tilted his head, with a puzzled expression on his face: "Learn words?"

Ye Dill picked up the phone and pointed to the WeChat chat records between herself and Bai Chi: "It's the words on it."

Little Pudding shook his head: "I don't know."

"Then how about I teach you?" Ye Dill said, and went to the desk drawer to find a book that she used when she was a child.

"Ah..." Little Pudding looked aggrieved, "I don't want to read."

"You are different now." Ye Dill took the little pudding off his shoulders and put it on the desk. "You have wisdom and language. Literacy will be good for you in the future."

Although Little Pudding was reluctant, he still compromised.

In order to comfort Little Pudding, Ye Dill took two dried mealworms as a reward, and Little Pudding, who was a bit sleepy, immediately became more energetic, and even took a lot of effort in learning to read and write.

After studying all afternoon, little pudding only felt groggy in his little head, and Ye Diller knew that he couldn't be counterproductive, so he let little pudding go back to sleep in the cage.

Little Pudding twisted his little butt and got into the soft paper cotton, and immediately became silent.

It seems that using your brain is more tiring than letting it run for half a day on the roller.

Ye Dill picked up the phone and glanced at the class group.

very quiet.

No one mentioned what happened during the day in the group, and I don't know how many people completed the second round of questions and answers.

After thinking about it, Ye Dill went to the school's post bar to check again, but there was no topic about spiritualization games.

It seems that not many people survived.

There are not many people alive, and naturally there are few who can know the inside story.

And those few people who know the inside story, perhaps out of fear or exhaustion, it seems that no one has thought of reporting today's events to the outside world.

Ye Dill's finger slid a few times on the phone screen, thoughtful.

In the end, she still posted a post about the spiritualization game on Tieba.

The content is not long, just a brief explanation that there is a ghost in that classroom, and it will be dangerous if it is close to the range of influence.

She knew that if she said this at this time, more people would scold her than believe her, but no matter whether anyone took it seriously, she had done what she had to do, and it was none of her business whether others believed it or not.

She said this not to be believed, but to feel that it should not be concealed.