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Chapter 1 The High School of Death of the Ghost Master

That day, people recalled the fear of being dominated by ghost masters again...

There is one minute left before evening self-study begins.

The sound of soft footsteps sounded in the empty corridor. As the footsteps approached, a hearty laughter broke the somewhat weird atmosphere in the corridor.

"Hahaha~...Xiaohu, Mianzi, you said we always get stuck like this, who is responsible for making the beautiful teacher angry?"

The boy was holding a cola-flavored lollipop in his mouth. He had some light green hair hidden in his slightly curly black hair. He had a pair of affectionate peach blossom eyes, a thin face, and a high nose. At first glance, he looked like a well-dressed boy.

A complete scumbag.

"It has nothing to do with me anyway." The boy with black hair next to him was named Lin Jian. He rubbed the corners of his eyes with a nonchalant look on his face.

"Jianzi, of course you are not interested if you have your heart set on something. Teacher Han is the kind of person who is strangely attractive to me. Of course..." Long Xiaohu, who has a physique far exceeding that of a high school student, stopped, and after thinking, he received: "Of course

There are also many beauties in the class who make my heart flutter, hehe...hehe."

Lin Jian rolled his eyes at Xiaohu mercilessly, "I really chose him."

The lollipop boy's name was Bailishi. Before entering the door, he suddenly chewed the lollipop in his mouth, hurriedly stuffed the small stick into his pocket, and at the moment when the school bell rang, he shouted loudly:

"Report!"

Normally, this report would definitely resound through the sky, but it was different today. Their class teacher, Han Lu, was late for the first time?

The class has long been in chaos, who cares whether it is reported or not.

Bailish rubbed the candy in his mouth and said, "Hey, it was a false alarm."

At the same time, Lin Jian skilfully slipped into the back row, put his small black bag on the seat, and quickly prepared the textbooks he was going to use. After all...he had missed his cute deskmate whom he had admired since childhood.

No matter what, you can't act careless.

"Li'er, morning." Lin Jian pretended to be calm, but he couldn't be too nervous, stuttering would be bad.

The girl with her cute, slightly curled hair suddenly turned around and stared at him. Her crystal jade fingers that could be broken dragged Bai Jiu's delicate chin and said, "It's still early..."

Only then did Lin Jian notice that he was used to saying "early morning". This was the first time he said hello in the evening during self-study. He made a fool of himself and simply buried his head on the desk without saying a word.

The girl's name is Xi Li'er. She is a well-behaved type in the class who doesn't like to be in the spotlight. When everyone talks about her, besides being well-behaved, beautiful and marrying me, there seems to be nothing else.

"By the way, there seems to be something unusual today." Lin Jian casually found a topic and just skipped the previous paragraph.

Xi Lier nodded: "After all, from the first year of high school to now, Teacher Han has always been able to arrive early. No matter how bad things are, he is still a stuck master like Jianzi. He can't even think about being late."

Card point master...

Lin Jian was stunned, and unknowingly he had another outrageous nickname besides Jianzi.

"It's not just Teacher Han." Lin Jian answered her subconsciously. He remembered that on the way here, there seemed to be a lot of wanderers on campus. What was even weirder was that the movements of these wanderers were uniform.

.

Their necks were tilted at an angle as if they were broken. They looked sideways at the bright moonlight and kept making "hiccup" sounds from their mouths.

"Not only?" Xi Li'er was about to continue asking, but found Lin Jian staring straight at the podium, and couldn't help but look over.

The woman on the podium was wearing a bright red floral skirt, she was extremely thin, her face was so pale that it contrasted with the beauty of the moonlight, and she was wearing 10 cm high heels as always.

"Li'er...she...she seemed to have floated in just now." Lin Jian was not scaring himself, but the moment she noticed Han Lu, he clearly saw that Han Lu was traveling very fast.

, but the high heels under my feet made no sound at all.

"Classmates! From today on, we are going to have fun together!" The voice was a little childish. Han Lu's slightly baby-like voice has not changed, but it gives people another feeling of cold...so cold that it makes people feel uncomfortable.

tremble.

"Teacher, what are you playing for? We are so busy with our studies. Why don't we study more and prepare for the college entrance examination?" The blond girl sitting next to class monitor Liang Zishu is named Yan Lin. Although her grades are not very good, she is a hard-working type.

"Little Elf Yan Lin, we just want to balance work and rest. It's rare for Teacher Han to entertain everyone, so you are too disappointed." Huo Shanshan, who was sitting on the right side of Liang Zishu, pushed up her pink-rimmed glasses in front of her nose, her face full of tears.

They are all looking forward to it.

[Note: Yan Lin is called an elf entirely because of her appearance. She has long golden hair that reaches her waist. Her mixed-race appearance is as delicate as an elf in another world. However, this is a bit euphemistic. Due to her extremely arrogant temperament,

Also known as the arrogant elf.]

"Classmate Huo said it well, you must know how to balance work and rest." Han Lu looked at Yan Lin who started to speak out, and raised the corners of his mouth in an exaggerated way. Who would have thought that this little cherry mouth could still grin to the back of the ear at this time...



"Today's game partner is classmate Yan."

After hearing that she was the target of the game, Yan Lin clearly expressed her dissatisfaction. She just raised her eyes to look at Han Lu, but then shrank back the next second.

Teacher Han's eyes didn't look like he was looking at his students, or his game partner. He looked clearly at prey, at a dead person who was about to die a tragic death!

It was also at this short moment that a line of bright red fonts suddenly appeared on the blackboard: "Within 24 hours, Yan Lin needs to be kissed on the back of the hand by the opposite sex, otherwise she will be punished."

"The self-study is over. Dear children, we have a long way to go." Han Lu left. Not only Lin Jian noticed this time, anyone with long eyes could see that Han Lu was not walking at all.

"What's going on? Flying in the air, do you think you're going to write a novel?" Lei Mingjie, who was leaning against the door, looked confused. He tried to move his fat body and try "flying in the air".

The evening self-study seemed to be over before it even started. Han Lu's departure represented the end of the evening self-study. Who has the free time to stay in the class? It's time to go back to the dormitory to catch up on sleep and catch up on sleep. Anyway, as long as

Things that have nothing to do with studying are more energetic than the other.

"Jianzi, come with me to pick up a courier for the newly bought games. Let's start sorting them later." Bailishi picked up another lollipop from somewhere and was looking towards Lin Jian vaguely.

Shout out here.

"Okay, wait a moment." Lin Jian said good night to Xi Li'er, but this time it was Li'er who took the initiative, so he felt a little embarrassed.

"Then you two go, Xiao Ke and I are going back to the dormitory first, don't be too impatient, I can't wait any longer." The 1.9-meter-long Long Xiaohu, and the slightly thin man with glasses beside him is Xiao Ke, whose real name is Ji Kechen.

At this time, he seemed very worried.

The students in the class were almost gone. Lin Jian stood on the podium, looked at the line of red words on the blackboard, and tried to rub it with his hand. The result was that it was not chalk at all. How could the chalk not be rubbed off?

This smell is more like...blood!

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