"You said that you didn't study well at a young age, and you led your classmates to peek into the girls' bathroom. What was your intention?" The teacher scolded me: "You came back from a break of half a year without reporting the formalities and went back to the dormitory and went directly to the bathhouse to peep. You
Do you still have the leaders of our school in your eyes?"
Brother Yingjun, Brother Tu and I were standing in the office and were being lectured by this bald grade director in his fifties.
"Teacher, it was actually the two of them who took me to spy." I pointed at the handsome brother and said.
"Don't come here." The grade director slapped the table and stood up and said, "Have you finally admitted that you were peeping? How come our prestigious medical university has taught students like you? Two people correct you, and you still want to quibble. It makes me so angry.
Already."
"Teacher, teacher, don't be angry." The handsome guy next to him quickly handed over a cigarette and said, "You are the backbone of our school. Don't get in trouble with this guy. He is also young and ignorant. He didn't listen carefully in class and wanted to observe.
The body structure of girls is just like this. Teacher, think about it. In ancient times, there was Sima Guang who cut through walls to steal the light. Today, there is Zhang Lingfeng who studied medicine and peeped. This can also become a good story. Although his behavior is very shameful, we cannot despise him.
This kind of eagerness to learn.”
Fuck, wasn't Sima Guang the one who smashed the vat? It was Kuang Heng of the former Han Dynasty who cut through the wall and stole the whole thing, right? And why is all the responsibility put on me, you bastard?
"Look at you." The grade director pointed at me with trembling hands and scolded: "Look at this person who was framed by you and still helped you. What else do you want to say? Handsome, don't worry too much about this matter.
, although this guy insists that you did it, but you are both good in character and learning, and I will not believe that you can do such a thing."
"Thank you, Director." Brother Yingjun thanked the director with a smile. I stared at Brother Yingjun, wanting to kill him.
"What are you looking at, mother, a student like you should have been thrown into the river and drowned in our time." The director then said to Brother Yingjun gently: "Yingjun, this kid shares a dormitory with you.
You have caused a lot of trouble, otherwise, in order to prevent it from affecting your study, shall I change your dormitory for you?"
"No, no, no, I can slowly teach him to go on the right track."
"This is the responsibility of our teachers. It's really embarrassing for you, a student, to do it."
"Serve the people."
Looking at these two people, I couldn't help but feel aggrieved when you said something to me.
Soon the teacher said to me: "Go back and write a 10,000-word review for me, then bring it to me and get out."
After the three of us went out, I grabbed the handsome brother by the neck and cursed: "You bastard, I will kill you."
"Don't, don't, don't. Didn't I speak for you?" Brother Yingjun begged for mercy.
"What's going on? Is this guy having an affair with you? This can help you." I stared at the handsome brother, waiting for a reply. It took a lot of time to drill that hole. I haven't been there for half a year.
I just came back from school today. The grade director has a pig brain and can figure out that this matter has nothing to do with me.
"My father gives 300,000 yuan as gifts to these school leaders every year, and the grade director gets the most. Do you think he can help me?" Brother Handsome rolled his eyes at me and said, "If you don't say that I dug the hole,
I guess he won’t even let you write a self-criticism.”
"My day, that's all. You can go back by yourselves. I'll go to the bathhouse."
"You haven't seen enough?"
"right."
After I finished speaking, I separated from the two grandsons and walked to the bathhouse.
Damn it, I haven't been back for half a year, why is our school haunted again? Of course, I am not afraid of these evil spirits now. I will kill every one of them.
It was also eleven o'clock in the evening, and the bathhouse was closed. I looked at the dark bathhouse, and I quietly opened the door of the bathhouse. The place was not closed. After all, who would come to the bathhouse to play at night?
I pushed open the door of the girls' bathhouse, and suddenly a black figure rushed out from inside, which scared me. I thought it was this ghost who was preemptive and wanted to kill me first. I calmed down and took a look.
Qing is a buddy who is about the same age as me. His eyes are panicked and he is saying: "Don't come to me, don't come to me..."
He bumped into me. My nose was very sharp and I smelled the smell of paper dust on him. I frowned and looked at him.
When he saw that he had bumped into someone, he was more scared than me. He quickly closed his eyes and shouted: "It's none of my business, it's none of my business." After saying that, he ran away.
I looked at his back. This guy smelled so heavily of paper dust.
The smell of paper ash is like the smell wafting from burning paper money on graves.
I looked back at the bathhouse, shook my head, and ran towards the guy.
This guy may have something to do with the female ghost I saw today.
Although that guy ran fast, he was a bit nervous. To put it bluntly, he felt a little mentally ill. He would kneel down and kowtow after running for a while, and then knelt down and kowtow after running for a while. It was very weird.
I rushed up to stop him. He glanced at me, then turned around and ran away.
This man is possessed
I grabbed him, then strangled his neck, bit the fingers of my right hand, pointed the point between his eyebrows with my fingers, and yelled: "Get out"
"Wow." Suddenly this guy's legs went weak and he fell to the ground, and then he vomited. The strange thing was that the thing he vomited turned out to be ashes from paper money, and these ashes were mixed with gastric juices.
This guy vomited for five or six minutes, and there was a big puddle of filth on the ground.
It took him a long time to breathe heavily and regain his composure. He looked up at me and asked, "Who are you? Aren't I sleeping? Why are you here?"
"Passing by." I looked at him doubtfully, but I didn't tell him what happened just now. Looking at his current appearance, it was better not to tell him.
I took out my cell phone and called Brother Lu.
Dudu.
"Hey, brother, my two girls have just arrived, what do you mean by calling me now?" Brother Donkey cried and cursed over there.
"I want to see you at the school bathhouse in three minutes." After saying that, I hung up the phone.
Brother Lu is not as useless now as he used to be. Li Mingyao sent him so many Taoist books from Maoshan and let him practice. After half a year, he has achieved some results. But if he says he doesn't know about the bathhouse, I'm afraid.
I can't believe it.
About five minutes later, Brother Lu ran up to me in a disheveled state and complained: "What's the matter? You called me to this crappy place so late at night."
"Do you know that this bathhouse is haunted?" I asked.
"I know, what's wrong?" Brother Lu rolled his eyes at me.
"I know you don't care? Then why did you learn Taoism?"
Brother Lu looked a little strange and said to me: "Fengzi, this thing is different from usual. This woman died unjustly."