Miss Jiang got a "bad news" when she returned to Guiban.
"Congratulations to you, classmate Jiang Nai, you have been selected by the Library Pavilion. From the day after tomorrow, you will be asked to go to the Library Pavilion every afternoon to participate in the copying and translation work."
Jiang Nai looked at the classmate who was wearing college uniform, nodding slightly and talking to him, with an expression as if the sky was about to fall.
Pang Xiaopang hurriedly rushed to her side and reached out to support her small body, which was leaning backward.
"Xiao Nai, calm down, calm down!"
Xiao Su laughed loudly and said with a look of gloating, "Classmate Jiang Nai, congratulations!"
Chang Shifang comforted her, "Jiang Nai, if you think about it on the bright side, in the future, after you have stayed in the library for a long time and become familiar with the terrain inside, you can find a corner where there is no one around and sleep."
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You Zhiwei twitched the corner of her mouth and praised, "Classmate Chang Shifang is very witty."
Xiao Su still couldn't stop laughing, feeling that the little fat girl's expression at this time was extremely funny.
Jiang Nai stood up straight and came to his senses, suddenly got angry and rushed towards the fellow student, "Who asked you to inform me?"
Seeing that a fist was about to hit the classmate's head, Chang Shifang and others tried their best to suppress their laughter, and hurried forward to hug her body and pull down her small fist, "Jiang Nai, calm down, calm down."
How could Jiang Nai calm down?
There were already enough things going on, it must be the old man Wei who had evil intentions, who forced her to work in the library.
Jiang Nai was so angry that she couldn't even eat.
He supported his chin with one hand and fiddled with the spoon in his hand, "Little Fatty, let me ask you something."
Pang Xiaopang, who was cooking rice, nodded repeatedly, raised his fat face stained with rice grains, and smiled innocently, "Xiao Nai, tell me, what's the matter?"
"Did you know that ten years ago in the college, there was a master named Zhu who taught painting and calligraphy?"
The chopsticks in Pang Xiaopang's hand fell off the table with a bang.
Chang Shifang, Zhou Weibiao and other classmates who were eating together at the same table also raised their heads and looked at her in astonishment.
"Huh? What's your expression? Why are you saying nothing?" Jiang Nai looked at the dull expressions of everyone and wrinkled his little nose in confusion.
Pang Xiaopang swallowed his saliva and reminded carefully, "Xiao Nai, do you still remember that time when we were little, when we invited you to have barbecue and tell ghost stories by the Wen Yuanting Pond?"
"Remember." Jiang Nai couldn't help laughing when he thought about this.
At that time, she fell into a trap and made them miserable.
"The ghost story we are talking about is Mr. Zhu, who teaches painting and calligraphy."
When the ghost story was mentioned, everyone present trembled.
I remember that they didn't scare Nana at first, but they were frightened by Nana's ghost stories and gave her nightmares for several nights.
"Ah?" Jiang Nai came back to his senses, thought about it carefully, and showed an expression as if he had just woken up from a dream, "Oh, that master who is looking for a hand!"
"Wait a minute! Are you saying that the one-armed corpse dug up in the grass behind Guiban was this Master Zhu?"
Everyone nodded in unison, all of them shrank their necks, "That's him."
"It turns out it's him." Jiang Nai murmured to himself.
Was it the miserable master who died in his thirties, whose wife abandoned her husband and son, and whose son fell ill and died?
Huh? But isn’t Master Zhu that ghost wandering around at the foot of Baiyun Mountain?
So who is this one-armed man buried in the grassland of Guiban?