Then all the eyes of the class were focused on me... When they moved from me to the direction I was looking at, they found nothing, so everyone thought I was crazy...
But Gao Yinuo's expression became condensed, and he suddenly laughed wildly, as if he was very happy to see me embarrassed.
"Su Enyuan, what's wrong with you?" the teacher asked with concern.
"I, I..." I stammered, not knowing how to formulate sentences to express the horrific scene I just saw.
Except for Gao Yinuo, who was smiling weirdly in front of me, I seemed to be the only one who saw the figure of the boy with the silver mask. When the classmates in the class turned their attention, the boy with the silver mask had already left.
"Gaoino?" I couldn't help but cast a look at him asking for help.
Although I was very reluctant to beg him, he smiled so exaggeratedly, and I don’t know what kind of relationship he had with the boy in the silver mask. Maybe he noticed it... But, will this guy speak up for me?
Sure enough... "Teacher, she watched too many horror movies at night, especially ghost movies, so she was in a trance." Gao Yinuo, the evil spirit, said this deliberately, hoping to make me more embarrassed. The whole class burst into laughter.
After class, I blocked Gao Yinuo without caring about anything. I opened my hands like wings to stop him and not let him leave.
"You saw that figure just now, right?"
I opened my mouth to ask, never being used to beating around the bush.
"Yeah, I saw it, how about it?"
He stood proudly, his eyes not even lowered.
"Then you still said I saw a ghost?"
I was so angry that he obviously wanted to take the opportunity to punish me. "Tell me, who is the boy in the silver mask? Why is he levitating like a ghost?"
"Then just think of him as a ghost. It's useless for you to ask why."
He shook the schoolbag slung on his shoulder and said with a confident expression.
"You know I'm very curious. If you don't tell me, be careful of my one-finger magic."
As I said that, I raised my index finger. This was a trick I used to bully him since childhood. Every time I used "gong", he would cry and walk away, but that was before I was eight years old.