weird

It was past six o'clock in the morning, and the morning sun was just emerging outside the window.

Majestic wiped his face with one hand, he had a battle between heaven and man in his mind, finally opened half of his eyes with difficulty, and then looked at his mobile phone, the group messages had already turned into red dots that could not be counted, and the topics were changed. Some people complained that today The meat buns in the breakfast hall were snatched again, and someone broadcasted a live broadcast of a boy drinking soy milk from the window next door and spilled all over himself, so hot that he screamed...

"Fuck..." Zhuang Yan rolled back to the bed, buckled the phone on the edge of the bed, and mourned the innocent lost sleep time of waking up 10 minutes early.

After that, he would pay special attention to his eyes before going to bed, and turn off all the other miscellaneous ringtones, leaving only the alarm clock as a survivor.

But the rumors did not disappear because of this, and even intensified.

For the next few days, there were rumors of people seeing ghosts in the middle of the night in other classes, but the explanations were different.

Some people said that what they saw was a female ghost in red, with sharp steps and terrifying claws.It is also said that the female ghost was wearing white clothes, was floating without feet, and had long black hair all over her head, so she couldn't see her face clearly.

Later, rumors spread even in the male dormitory. Some students said that they heard strange noises in the corridor in the middle of the night.It sounds like human footsteps, and it's not just footsteps, but also a murmur, like a baby's babbling sound, sometimes far away, sometimes near, sometimes absent.

The existence or non-existence of ghosts and gods has been debated since ancient times, and idealism and materialism each have their own determination.Human fear comes from the unknown.Includes things that are known but whose existence is a mystery and that cannot be explained by science.

Since then, the horrifying public opinion that both the male and female dormitories of the second year of senior high school are haunted began to spread in the Boxue Building, causing the entire senior two to panic.

In the past two days, many girls even expressed their desire to leave the dormitory to the class teacher on the sidelines.

The power of rumors should not be underestimated. People who are deeply involved in them are often unable to distinguish between true and false, or simply give up the distinction. If the public says there is, then there is.

The morning reading class of Nineteen Middle School starts at 7:40, and there are four or ten minutes before breakfast time. Generally, each class will require students to go to the classroom to study for half an hour before breakfast, and there is usually no teacher during this time. supervised.

Because of this, the morning reading class of class [-] these days has become a supernatural class, which is specially used to tell whether the female ghost in Taoyuan Building is red or white, and the results are still different.

Occasionally, a few people would join the discussion with the strange sound from the hallway in the boys' dormitory. It is still unclear whether the sound of kicking was footsteps or something else.

On this day, the scheduled morning reading time for entering class had just arrived, before the usual leaders could speak, Qiao Feng entered the door empty-handed, walked slowly up to the podium, and the noisy classroom was instantly quiet.

Everyone in Tu Yingjie had already stood up. Seeing this, he could only sit down in desperation, holding back the new script he had made up.

There were a few empty seats in the class that were particularly conspicuous, and Qiao Feng silently glanced at them without saying anything.

He calmly cleaned up the desk amidst countless pairs of surprised and puzzled eyes, and with a casual glance, he caught a glimpse of a few huge words written on the blackboard on the left and right—the devil in red and the devil in white.

I didn't bother to draw several edges in different colors.

Usually the exams were not so detailed, Qiao Feng felt his temples throbbing, and was about to have a seizure, when a voice came from the door without any ups and downs: "Report."

Standing at the door solemnly carrying a schoolbag, there was no shame on his face for being late, apparently he was late more than once or twice.

Qiao Feng raised his hand and turned the dial to check the time: "6:34, it's strange, it's rare to catch up with the morning reading."

Zhuang Yan put the schoolbag that was down to his wrist on his shoulder, thought for a while and said, "There was a traffic accident in the area of ​​Little Cross, and there was a traffic jam."

Very good, I was late because of a traffic jam, the subjective reason suddenly became objective, and the responsibility was completely removed.

It has only been half a year since Qiao Feng stripped off his student status, so if you believe him, you will be a ghost!

"Okay." Qiao Feng nodded with a half-smile, and swiped his arm at the blackboard: "Today's student on duty should probably thank you. As for who it is, I don't bother to call names. Can I trouble you to clean the blackboard?"

"Today's student on duty, who is it?" Zhuang Yan didn't say yes or no, he turned his head to inspect, and his tone was not serious, "Do you want others to do your own work for you?"

The classroom fell into silence. After a while, a boy stood up tremblingly in the back row: "I... I'll just wipe it."

"Solemn! Pay attention to your attitude!" Qiao Feng pointed to the boy with half of his foot out of the seat: "Tu Yingjie, sit for me."

I have been in this class for almost two months, and the other teachers think that Zhuangyan is really not good. He fights, skips classes, and has poor grades.

Qiao Feng also thought the same way when he first met him. This person has a bad attitude towards learning and is rude to the teacher.

It wasn't until he inadvertently visited a few of Zhuang Yan's freshman classmates and restored some of the truth in the rumors that he discovered that this person had this kind of temperament, although he was arrogant, he could tell right from wrong.

After all, the family conditions are there, he has been pampered since he was a child, and the young master has a natural temper.

The homeroom teacher humiliated the female students with words. Others may choose to ignore them because of guilt and fear, but such a defiant young master can't hold back. It's not difficult to understand after thinking about it.

But this is no reason for solemnity and capriciousness.

Zhuang Yan was calm, shrugged and smiled, stepped up to the podium, picked up the blackboard eraser and was about to make a move when he heard a knock on the door.

"Report." Chu Chen's voice was low and clear, and his tone was as calm as his own.

"You two are brothers and sisters, I caught them together again today." Qiao Feng laughed angrily, and looked towards the door: "Tell me the reason for being late. Resident students won't be stuck in traffic, right?"

Chu Chen paused for a moment, his eyes slightly raised and happened to meet Zhuang Yan.

"I came 2 minutes earlier than you." Zhuang Yan said, "I said I was late because of the traffic jam."

"It's made up like that." Qiao Feng tapped the back of his head with his fingers, "There are not many people in the little cross at 06:30 in the morning, I just drove here!"

Chu Chen held back for half a minute, and finally said: "The alarm clock didn't go off."

It really didn't ring, I don't know if the two roommates in the next class shut it off on purpose.

Qiao Feng waved his hand: "Okay, I'm too lazy to pursue it, you—"

"Come here and erase the blackboard." Before Qiao Feng could finish speaking, Zhuang Yan took over and threw a blackboard to erase, "Punishment for being late."

So the first 5 minutes of this morning reading were spent watching the bickering and two boys wiping the blackboard.

"Recently, this is what you are all about." Speaking of the topic, Qiao Feng became serious, leaning on the edge of the podium with one hand, and giving the students a thumbs up with the other.

He snorted coldly, and scanned the whole class with probing eyes: "The ability to make up stories is first-rate, spreading rumors to create public opinion is first-rate, and scaring oneself is also first-rate."