Later, someone joked about the superpower of contemporary college students: they can learn all the knowledge for the entire semester in just three days before the exam.
After a day of forgetting sleep and food, Zhang Feng completed the preparation of cheat sheets for seven of the eight courses, and threatened that he would be responsible for all the exam answers in the dormitory.
"Zhiyong, where are the old professor's notes? Give them to me. I'll feel at ease after copying them."
Zhiyong rummaged through the entire desk before remembering the notes he took from the classroom.
"Isn't it? I would rather fail these seven courses than fail the same old class. It is said that if he fails his class, he will not have any hope of having a good life in college."
Zhang Feng was like a deflated rubber ball, slumped on the bed, looking like he couldn't die.
"What a big deal? I just go to the classroom to get it. It's not like I don't have the key to the classroom. Do you think your job as monitor is in vain?"
Zhiyong got up and got ready to get dressed and go to the classroom to get his notes. As a top student, Zhiyong himself didn't need these notes at all, but for the future happiness of his dormitory brothers, he decided to go to the classroom.
"Brother, do you know what time it is? Are you still going to the classroom? Besides, the classroom is not full of rumors, it's..."
Another classmate in the dormitory originally wanted to say it was haunted, but suddenly remembered that Zhiyong might be unhappy and hurriedly shut his mouth.
"What a ghost. If it really is a ghost, I will take him back to Inner Mongolia and show it to the herdsmen. Don't worry, just wait for me. I will come back when I go."
In the latter sentence, Zhiyong imitated Sun Wukong in Journey to the West, and also made an elegant posture in conjunction with it.
"How about I go with you? Zhang Feng copied the answers for a day, and Brother Feng bought food for a day. I have to do something."
Another classmate in the dormitory insisted on accompanying Zhiyong to the classroom.
Zhiyong did not refuse. The two of them got dressed, took a flashlight, and walked to the classroom.
Downstairs in the teaching building, Zhiyong watched his roommate walking slower and slower, and soon realized that his roommate was scared. He laughed and cursed "weak legs" and asked his roommate to wait for him downstairs.
Zhiyong rushed upstairs in one breath, opened the door to the classroom, took out his notes, and was about to leave when he remembered that there was a chapter that was required to be tested, and his notes were not perfect.
"There happens to be pens and textbooks in the classroom, so let's complete the notes. For those who are absent from class, I guess even if they complete the notes, they may not be able to copy them correctly. It's really difficult."
Zhiyong muttered to himself as he took out the textbook and took out his pen. As soon as he found the chapter, the lights in the classroom suddenly went out.
"The timing of the power outage is too unfortunate. I'll make up for it when I get back."
I packed up my notebooks and textbooks, closed the classroom door, and when I passed by the next class, I noticed a faint light in the classroom.
Zhiyong thought about it and realized that there seemed to be no lights on in the classroom next door just now.
Then he looked at the girl he often met after self-study. There was a candle lit in front of the girl's desk.
When Zhiyong passed by the door of the girls' classroom, the girl happened to raise her head and smile at Zhiyong.
Zhiyong's head twitched for some reason and he said, "Classmate, the power is out. Can I come in and take notes?"
The girl nodded slightly, and Zhiyong didn't think much, walked over to the girl's desk and sat down.
After a while, Zhiyong sorted out his notes and looked up to see the girl staring at him with a smile on her face.
"Uh, thank you, I should go back."
Zhiyong felt a little embarrassed when the girl in front of him looked at him. He said thanks and stood up to leave.
"By the way, you should go back early, the school is not peaceful recently."
Zhiyong had just taken a few steps and turned around to remind the girl. He happened to see the girl's left hand under the desk.
It seems that since entering this classroom, I have not seen the girl's left hand. Is it possible that the girl really has a secret hidden in her body?
Zhiyong suddenly remembered the story of six fingers spread in school, and the two male classmates who died in the middle of the night...
When Zhiyong looked at the pretty girl in front of him, he couldn't relate to the female ghost or the murderer at all.
Not knowing where he got the courage, Zhiyong suddenly had the idea to find out.
"If you don't go back yet, I'll stay with you for a while. It's always safer to have a boy."
Zhiyong walked back to the desk next to the girl and sat down, as if he had completely forgotten that there was a timid roommate waiting for him downstairs.
"Well, I'm almost done with the questions."
The girl's voice was soft and pleasant, like a fairy voice, and Zhiyong was once again fascinated by the girl.
The girl lowered her head and started writing furiously. Zhiyong checked her head and wanted to see the girl's left hand, but it was completely blocked by her cotton skirt.
After a long time, Zhiyong didn't see the girl's left hand. He suddenly thought of his roommate waiting for him downstairs and began to feel anxious.
"Classmate, what time is it now?"
Zhiyong picked up his notes and flipped through them, pretending to ask casually.
The girl looked down at her wrist and replied softly: "It's eleven forty-five."
Zhiyong nodded, frowned slightly, and clenched his fist. He almost, almost saw it.
The girl continued to do her homework with her head down. Zhiyong changed his desk and was closer to the girl.
"Classmate, what time is it now?"
"It's 11:50. If you have anything to do, please leave first."
The girl looked down at her wrist again, perhaps because Zhiyong interrupted her from doing the questions and answered with a somewhat unhappy tone.
"It's okay, I'll be waiting for you for a while. Actually, my roommate is waiting for my notes, so don't rush me for a while."
Zhiyong answered eagerly, and then sat directly opposite the girl.
This time Zhiyong still couldn't see the girl's left hand clearly. When the girl looked at the time, her clothes once again blocked Zhiyong's view.
Zhiyong sat opposite the girl this time, thinking that if the girl left the classroom for a while, he would always be able to see the girl's left hand.
It felt like a long time had passed, and Zhiyong saw that the girl showed no sign of leaving, and wondered whether the roommate downstairs might have been scared to tears.
"Classmate, what time is it now? It must be getting late."
Zhiyong asked the girl the time again. He thought the girl would look down at the time like before, but unexpectedly, the girl slowly raised her left hand.
As a man who grew up on the grassland, although he did not believe in ghosts, the candlelight flickered slightly at this moment, and Zhiyong's heartbeat began to accelerate involuntarily.
The girl raised her left hand, but it was hidden in her sleeve. When the girl looked at the time, her right hand happened to be pressed on her left hand, which happened to block the fingers of her left hand.
At this point, I looked up at Lan Yan, who was staring at me intently, and imitated the girl in the story, covering the fingers of my left hand with my right hand, and then continued to tell in a low voice.
The girl glanced at her wrist, raised her head and did not tell Zhiyong the time, but said leisurely:
"You keep asking me the time, maybe you don't really want to know what time it is?"
"Well…"
Zhiyong didn't know how to answer, so he only heard the girl continue:
"You want to see if I have six fingers, right? Since you want to see so much, let me show you if I have six fingers."
Zhiyong was stunned in front of the girl, not knowing how to answer.
"look!"
The girl suddenly stretched out her left hand and shouted.
"look!"
I yelled suddenly, stretched out my left hand that was held down by my right hand, and stretched it out in front of Lan Yan as the story progressed.
"ah!"
Lan Yan instinctively ducked back, knocking over the small wooden stool he was sitting on.