MVP in the next examination room

"Brilliant."

When the game settlement interface popped up, Tang Ran was leaning against the window of the reading room.

Because it has not been used for a long time, there are some miscellaneous items piled up in the cardboard box in the corner of the reading room, including a cardboard box with chalk stubs, old curtains that have been replaced, and a few intact candles.

The torrential rain made the temperature drop a lot. Tang Ran sat with his back to the window, put on the hood of the sweater, picked up the school uniform jacket that Yuan Che threw aside, and put it on.

It's not that Yuan Che is particularly resistant to cold.

The main reason is that Tang Ran was wearing too thin, just a single layer of spring sweater, and the reading room was shady and cool.

"I've finished playing the game," Yuan Che asked him calmly, "How about you?"

"I," Tang Ran subconsciously glanced at the test paper in front of him with only a few small questions, and praised, "I think you are awesome."

"..."

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Class 12 classroom.

"Everyone, don't look over there," the Chinese class representative said, and turned to close the window. "It's not clean, it's not good to see."

When he said this, the students who were not very curious at first were also aroused curiosity: "...What the hell is it?"

Boy A by the window replied, "A ghost."

Boy B by the window corrected: "No, it's a row of candles and a ghost."

The boy C by the window was a little panicked: "It's over, we all saw it just now... you won't mess with that thing, right?"

"As far as I know," the representative of the Chinese class is worthy of being the representative of the Chinese class. He is well-read and knowledgeable, "The ghosts who need to eat candles are still relatively weak ghosts. There were still a few candles burning over there just now, so... Well, it should not pose a threat to us."

Fang Yuting said disgustedly: "What nonsense are you talking about? It's all about scaring yourself."

"Sister Ting, don't say that," the representative of the Chinese class raised a finger and shook it around his mouth, "I didn't believe in ghosts before, but ever since..."

Immediately afterwards, he talked about a "spiritual event" he personally experienced. This list does not sound too scary. The key is that the atmosphere is in place, and the narrator's emotions are very involved. There was a chill down the back.

It's the kind of horror that you don't think is too scary when you think about it on the spot, but it's creepy when you think about it before going to bed at night.

"...Then the box on the table, right under my eyes, turned into a phantom and disappeared little by little." The representative of the Chinese class propped his hands on the corner of the table, leaned forward with his upper body, and his voice was just right, "I just heard the sound of a gust of wind blowing..."

"Stop, stop." A boy left his seat and leaned over. Hearing this, he felt the cold wind behind him. Looking back, the curtains in the last row were blown up by the wind. "Li Hong, close the windows. "

"It's weird, where is the wind blowing?" Li Hong muttered, got up and pushed the window tightly.

"The box really disappeared under your nose?" Someone asked.

"Slowly," the representative of the Chinese class emphasized, "slowly become blurred, and then disappear..."

Fang Yuting couldn't help it: "Did you take off your glasses?"

Chinese class representative: "..."

The originally scary atmosphere was washed away by this sentence, and everyone immediately laughed.

The roar of laughter was mixed with Ding Yifan's last stubbornness as the monitor: "... Be quiet, everyone be quiet."

The monitor's dignity was submerged in the disrespectful laughter.

Ding Yifan had no choice but to raise his voice and shout: "Teacher Ren is here!"

After a short period of silence, the students leaning against the north wall were the first to let out a goose call: "Hahahahaha Gading, you are playing this trick with us!"

Teacher Ren, who was standing at the main entrance, raised the flashlight in his hand and shook it: "Which trick?"

The boys with their backs against the north wall: "..."

"Go back to your seats and sit down!" Teacher Ren frowned and glared at them, "No one has left the classroom, right?"

Teacher Ren's eyes wandered around the dark classroom, "Everyone, be safe and don't be impatient, the school's generator will supply electricity in a short time."

"Teacher, my deskmate just went out to use the bathroom." A girl sitting in the back row raised her hand, "I haven't come back yet."

Teacher Ren came over: "Zhou Xinxin? How long have you been out?"

Zhou Xinxin's deskmate: "It seems... It's been a long time."

Teacher Ren handed her the flashlight in his hand: "Hold it, go to the toilet to pick her up. It's too dark outside."

The girl agreed, took the flashlight and went out.

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"I've seen many students who study hard, but it's really rare to see students who work as hard as Tang Ran," said Tang Ran in the library, using the dim light of a candle to read the handwriting on the paper with difficulty, looking at the mouth It said, "Chiseling the wall to steal light, hanging the beam to stab the buttocks, and Tang Ran's night reading, these are three very famous allusions in Chinese history..."

Yuan Che was annoyed by his quarrel, and kicked him under the table: "...shut up."

"No one would believe it," Tang Ran sighed, and continued to speak leisurely, "Student Tang Ran who works so hard has a boyfriend who is playful and frustrated. When he is studying hard, he not only sits by the side and plays games, but also No one is allowed to say it, it is simply unreasonable..."

Yuan Che was terribly annoyed, and threw the half-played game in front of Tang Ran: "I love to learn but not to learn."

Tang Ran watched helplessly as his game character charged into the enemy's camp single-handedly, and then caught off guard and stopped the attack, poking on the spot and losing blood crazily: "Don't continue—ah, it's cold..."

Yuan Che raised his eyelids and looked at him: "If you don't want to write, just say it."

Tang Ran picked up the phone embarrassingly: "It's not that I don't want to write, I'm going to be blind if I write this light."

Yuan Che's cell phone was left in the dormitory and he didn't bring it with him. Tang Ran insisted on using the remaining power of his cell phone to make the final contribution to his game points. After experiencing the lighting methods of the ancients for a while, his eyes were sore: " Let's go and fight again tomorrow."

The two put out the candles, drew the curtains, packed their things and locked the door and went downstairs.

There are three stairs in the library, which lead to different exits.Tang Ran picked up a public umbrella placed by the main entrance of the library, opened it, and was about to pull Yuan Che out.

At this time, the librarians had already left work, so they didn't have to worry about interrogation, and they could come out through the main entrance openly.

At this moment, a girl's scream suddenly came from outside, piercing the sound of the rain from a distance, very short, as if... was smothered as soon as she spoke.

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"Teacher, there is no one in the toilet on the second floor, so I went downstairs and the third floor to take a look." Before the electricity was turned on, Zhou Xinxin's deskmate came in from the door with a flashlight, "Has she not come back yet? "

Zhou Xinxin's seat was still empty, and she never came back.

Teacher Ren: "She told you to go to the bathroom?"

Zhou Xinxin's deskmate: "Yeah, she ran away after saying that she went to the bathroom."

"Zhou Xinxin lives on campus. Is she feeling unwell and going back to the dormitory?" Teacher Ren said, "Call her and ask."

The girl agreed, returned to her seat and bent over to get her phone.

Teacher Ren was a little worried, but considering that Zhou Xinxin is a quiet and introverted female student, although her grades have always been lower in the class, she has always observed discipline and never done anything out of the ordinary, so she came up with a few comparisons in her heart. A reasonable explanation may be that she was unwell and went back to the dormitory first, and did not have time to ask for leave; or maybe she was tired from studying, went to a window in the corridor to get some air after going to the toilet, and wandered off with her deskmate who was looking for her.

Zhou Xinxin's deskmate dialed the number, listened to it for a while, shook his head and hung up: "Teacher, no one answered."

"Call again," Mr. Ren took the flashlight from the girl's hand, "I'll look for it on another floor. If I get through, or someone comes back and calls me, if it really doesn't work, Zhou Xinxin's roommate will go back to the dormitory to take a look."

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"Is that the girl in our class?" Tang Ran looked towards the bushes on one side of the library. There were two umbrellas very close together. The figure under one of them looked familiar, and the angle of the other umbrella was more inclined. Large, the shrubs and the umbrella cover the people under the umbrella tightly.

Tang Ran searched for the girl's name in his mind: "Zhou...Xinxin?"

She is usually too quiet, so quiet that she has almost no sense of existence. She has neither outstanding performance nor violated discipline. On weekdays, the name "Zhou Xinxin" is rarely mentioned even by the teacher.

Looking at it from this angle, Zhou Xinxin took something from under the umbrella.

The person who handed over the things quickly turned around and left, only then did he realize that the person under the umbrella was also a girl.

Tang Ran yelled over there: "Zhou Xinxin."

The girl who was called out trembled violently. She didn't even turn her head when she heard her name. She stuffed things into her pockets and ran away.

Tang Ran: "..."

He asked Yuan Che incredulously: "Am I a ghost?"

Yuan Che turned his face away and smiled.

"It's unreasonable," Tang Ran said, "is it embarrassing to hear my name called out by me?"