Wu Dazhi was stunned for a moment, had he been hurt? It turned out to be post-traumatic syndrome. In this case, there was no need for him to argue with her, so he softened his expression and said:
"Jiang Ting, not all teachers are bad people. You can observe for yourself what kind of person I am. As for what you said today, I didn't hear anything!"
Jiang Ting looked at Wu Dazhi in disbelief, then snorted and sat down disapprovingly.
After a lecture, Wu Dazhi took the students to their dormitories. The dormitory of the School of Archeology is different from other colleges. There are only two buildings. From the appearance, it is not much better than the small and dangerous building where Wu Dazhi lives.
The boys were brave and did not want to let Wu Dazhi take care of everything, so after discussion, a dozen boys decided not to let Wu Dazhi follow them back to the dormitory.
Wu Dazhi didn't care either. The girls didn't want Wu Dazhi to follow him at first, but when they stood in front of the dormitory, a strange feeling made each of them tremble.
"I heard that the dormitory our class was assigned to this year is very strange, haha. I heard rumors from the upperclassmen that one of the three dormitories we were assigned to is a suicide dormitory!"
Jiang Ting didn't know where she got the unreliable news. Now that everyone was scared, she dropped the news like a bomb.
Sure enough, as soon as Jiang Ting finished speaking, the crowd began to commotion. Wu Dazhi could tolerate everything Jiang Ting had done before, but he would never tolerate her alarmist talk.
There are a lot of ghosts in this place, but you are deliberately scaring everyone. Once a person has a fearful mood, even if he has a constitution that makes it difficult to see ghosts, it becomes very easy to see ghosts.
"Jiang Ting, those are all rumors, don't believe them!" Wu Dazhi shouted sternly.
Originally, he had prepared many words to refute Jiang Ting's sophistry, but for some unknown reason, Jiang Ting did not continue to argue with her this time, and just muttered a few words in a low voice.
Although Jiang Ting did not speak, the fear in the crowd would not be dispelled by Wu Dazhi's two simple words. Many girls stood outside and refused to go inside.
Wu Dazhi hated dealing with little girls. At this moment, he wanted to throw them in and turn around and leave. However, thinking about how violent he was at work today, it was a bit unreliable, so he had to say patiently:
"Did you also hear rumors about our school when you were in military training at the headquarters? As the school has been around for many years, there will naturally be some rumors of this kind. You are all highly educated people, so you can't be so superstitious, do you understand?
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A group of little girls didn't know whether what Wu Dazhi said was true, but his words sounded somewhat reasonable, so they all nodded.
Seeing that the students were loose, Wu Dazhi continued:
"Okay! Don't be nervous, all of you. In the worst case, I'll come here to patrol once a day. How about that?"
Wu Dazhi felt that this was the biggest concession he could make. If these girls were still unwilling to give in, then let them have their way and not die!
Students are not stupid either. When Wu Dazhi said this, he naturally gave up and refused to continue to be tough. However, he was always a little uncomfortable mentally. After thinking about it, Jiang Ting stood up and said:
"Teacher, since you said it's okay, then you go in first!"
Wu Dazhi was depressed. He had heard someone say before that two women were equal to five hundred ducks. He still didn't believe it. Now he finally realized the true meaning. He fell into a duck farm.
Wu Dazhi snorted coldly, how could he care about this little trick? He walked up the steps without hesitation, reached out and pushed the door open, and something strange happened at this moment.
The moment Wu Dazhi pushed the door open, a hand stretched out from the crack in the door. It was a bloodless hand. In other words, it was not owned by a living person at all.
Today, Wu Dazhi has developed the ability to see ghosts and monsters even without opening his eyes. That hand does not seem to have any hostility towards Wu Dazhi, but instead seems to be helping Wu Dazhi.
A gloomy voice sounded next to Wu Dazhi, somewhat old:
"Don't take them in, it's very dangerous here..."
Wu Dazhi's hand to open the door was suspended in the air. He opened the barrier with his mind power, and then asked in a low voice:
"Who are you? Why don't you let us in?! What danger will there be?!"
A series of questions were asked, but the ghost hand over there had no sound. Wu Dazhi shook his head. The ghost's voice should be that of an old lady, probably suffering from Alzheimer's disease or something like that.
After removing the barrier and adding a little force, the door of the dormitory building was easily opened. But when he walked into the hall of the dormitory, Wu Dazhi instantly felt the urge to curse.
Is this a university dormitory or a ghost movie filming location? It's broad daylight, but the corridor is still dark, without a trace of sunlight coming in.
"Administrator!" Wu Dazhi couldn't find the switch of the corridor light and saw no one in the mail room, so he could only shout loudly.
The girl followed Wu Dazhi and saw the situation in the dormitory building. The confidence she had just built suddenly collapsed again.
Wu Dazhi waited for a while, but the administrator still didn't come out. He couldn't help but knocked on the door of the mail room. This time there was finally movement. An old lady in her sixties walked shakily from inside.
He came out, glanced at Wu Dazhi, then at the group of little girls following him, and asked calmly:
"Are they freshmen?"
Wu Dazhi just wanted to teach the administrator a lesson for taking money but not doing anything, but when he saw that the administrator was an old lady, he could only retract his anger.
"Yes! I just knocked hard when I saw no one was there!" Wu Dazhi felt that he should respect the Chinese aunts more, so he said with a smile.
"I am old and no longer useful!" The administrator aunt walked out of the mail room tremblingly and stood in front of Wu Dazhi, with a smile on her face. It was all the same as an emergency gathering, giving people an indescribable feeling.
The feeling of the abyss:
"Are you their teacher? What's going on?"
"Auntie, this corridor is too dark, can you turn on the light?" Wu Dazhi doubted for a moment whether he should really ask the administrator to turn on the light. With her body, if she fell down halfway,
Her son still has to fight with him.
"Turn on the lights? No problem!" The administrator's aunt readily agreed to Wu Dazhi's request, holding on to the wall, not knowing where to go.
Wu Dazhi really admired the leaders of the Department of Death Archeology. They dared to use such a tall old lady. She was not looking for death.
"Forget it, aunt, don't go. Tell me where the switch is and I'll turn it on myself!" Wu Dazhi reached out and helped the administrator back to the hair room, and then said helplessly.