Gao Lin was walking in front, and her arms suddenly sank. She turned her head and looked at Song Qiao following her with a serious face. She realized something, "Are you afraid?"
Song Qiao turned around, took a deep breath, and smiled at her, "Of course... I'm afraid."
Gao Lin felt funny when she saw her reaction, "Looking at the way you looked just now, I thought you were going to say you weren't afraid." She shook her head and said, "Don't be afraid, it's all lies."
"I know it's fake, but it doesn't stop me from being scared." Song Qiao said the most cowardly words with the most determined look on his face, "Who knows when those ugly things will come out of the corner."
"As the saying goes, if you scare people to death, it's better to be careful."
Song Qiao walked and talked all the way without stopping. Gao Lin had no chance to interrupt, so she had to listen dumbfounded.
But as the audience listened to the barrage, they suddenly felt that something was wrong.
——[Is it my imagination? Song Qiao seems to have talked more since entering the teaching building.]
——[The previous one, this is not your illusion, she just talks too much! 】
——[Let me make a blind guess, this girl is scared.]
After this barrage came out, everyone seemed to have discovered Hua Dian. In an instant, the screen was full of all kinds of "hahaha" ridicules.
In fact, it is very common for guests to be afraid of this kind of thing on the show, but it is really rare for someone like Song Qiao to beat the NPC violently at the beginning and become as cowardly as a quail afterwards.
Now the audience is going crazy with joy when they see her holding Gao Lin's arm and pretending not to be afraid despite being so timid.
Song Qiao followed Gao Lin nervously all the way to Class 1, Grade 3.
The classroom door is closed, and the students inside are all reading with their heads down. Even if there are a few more figures outside, they can't attract their attention.
"Should we go in directly now?" Zhang Yuqi stood by the window. After just a brief glance, she felt goose bumps on her arms.
He muttered to himself, "Why do I feel that these students look a little scared?"
Rong Luoyin and Yang Qingyue had learned the lesson from before and were now hiding far away. After hearing this, they glanced into the classroom but did not express any opinions.
Huang Jia walked back and forth twice, stared at the scene inside for a moment, then suddenly clapped his hands and said, "Their movements are so uniform."
"What's this?" Gao Lin hadn't reacted yet, "As students, the teacher requires them to be neat."
"wrong."
Song Qiao suddenly said from the side, "Even if the students follow the teacher's requirements and try their best to make their movements consistent, they will not be so neat that everyone's movements will be exactly the same."
One word awakens the dreamer.
Others who originally just thought it was strange, after listening to Song Qiao's words, looked inside and finally realized where the strange feeling just came from.
Neat, too neat.
The students in the classroom seem to have been copied and pasted. All movements are maintained at the same angle, and there is no deviation no matter which direction you look at them.
"Oh my god, do we still have to go in?" Zhang Yuqi couldn't help but ask.
Huang Jia looked at him and asked, "This is the class that Xiaolin attended during her lifetime. If you don't go here to get clues, where else can you go?"
There seems to be no other place.
Zhang Yuqi smacked her lips and sighed, "Okay, let's go!"
After he finished speaking, he walked directly to the classroom door and pushed it open. Then he walked towards the nearest student with a smile, raised a smile and asked, "Classmate, can I ask you something?"
"How shameless are you? You're almost old enough to be a father and you still call yourself brother?" Gao Lin followed with disgust on his face.
Huang Jia touched his hair and said, "I'm so young. If I call myself uncle, I'm afraid my classmates will feel bad about me. That's why I'm called considerate."
Gao Lin was even more disgusted.
"Okay, let's get down to business." Huang Jia interrupted their bickering and looked at the students in front of Huang Jia, "Classmate, can you interrupt for two minutes?"
The students sitting behind the desks seemed completely unable to hear what they were saying.
She held a textbook in hand and lowered her head. Her loose hair hung down in front, covering most of her face. Only her thin chin was exposed to the air, making her look very thin.
The school uniform she was wearing was also unusually wide, making her look like a child who had secretly worn adult clothes.
"Why doesn't she speak?" Zhang Yuqi scratched her head, "Do we still have to ask her one by one?"
Huang Jia thought for a while and said, "Let's do this. Everyone will walk around the classroom to see if there are any other clues. I will try to find a way to ask."
"OK."
After Huang Jia finished speaking, everyone dispersed. Huang Jia and Gao Lin went to check the desks and hidden places. Yang Qingyue and Rong Luoyin were reluctant to do this, but in front of the camera, they also
It’s not good to show it too obviously, so I can only look around symbolically.
Song Qiao was left standing there, his eyes still on the student.
When Huang Jia saw this, he said amusedly, "Are you afraid to go look for her?" He had a better impression of Song Qiao than the other two, so he suggested, "Then you go follow Gao Lin and help us take a look.
That’s okay.”
If you just stand there and don't move, the audience will inevitably make remarks.
Song Qiao shook her head and said thoughtfully, "I think she looks familiar."
"Looks familiar?" Huang Jia was surprised.
Song Qiao nodded, "She looks like the girl I went with just now, but her clothes are different." She hesitated, "The clothes that the girl wore were more fitting, and there were some stains on them."
The student in front of me obviously had wrong clothes and a different hairstyle.
The girls Song Qiao had come into contact with had ponytails. The student in front of him had disheveled hair and looked a little messy, which was very different from that girl.
The reason why she felt familiar was because they had similar temperaments.
"Do you still remember what she looks like?" Huang Jia asked.
Song Qiao shrugged, "That girl also covered her face so tightly that I didn't see her appearance at all."
Huang Jia took a breath and said, "There is no other way to confirm this."
Things seemed to be at a deadlock. Song Qiao could not confirm whether the girl was the same person based on her appearance, and the student was unwilling to speak.
After a moment of silence, Song Qiao thought of something. She squatted in front of the student and whispered, "We are here now just to find out what happened to Xiaolin. Can you help us?"
After he finished speaking, the students in front of him still remained motionless.
Song Qiao waited patiently for a while, seeing that she made no movement except numbly turning the pages, knowing that he might not be able to get any clues from her.
