The ghosts of the good-for-nothing miko

Ding Feng.

It's already three o'clock in the morning.

He stared at the photo of a girl on the computer screen, scrolling the mouse with his fingers, his eyes following the photos he flipped through, the girl's face, the sunny smile, the young white pleated skirt... The special stimulation made his pupils dilate, and the corners of his eyes became bloodshot and scarlet due to such excitement...

There were piles of paper balls scattered around.

"Huh~"

He breathed a long sigh of relief and narrowed his eyes at the photo with satisfaction, his narrow and slender eyes showing a hint of ambiguous joy:

"An'an, you are so good."

Immediately, he took out his mobile phone and flipped through his address book. There were many girls noted in various scenarios.

And An An is the fifth girl he is looking for.

Relying on his father's background as the director of the Lijiang City Education Branch, this is his third year of repeating a grade, and he is able to stay in his senior year at Lijiang Art College in an upright manner.

This is the greatest contribution his father has made for him, at least that's what he thinks.

That guy always contradicts himself and never thinks that he is of any use. He always describes himself with terms such as social scum, looking up at himself with squinting eyes and looking at himself with disdain.

It's like looking at rotten maggots in a ditch...

Oh, does his father think that he is so noble? Didn't he go to his classmate who is the dean of Lijiang Art Academy over and over again to get the qualification to stay in school?

And he liked to see his father being arrogant, so he frequently got into trouble during college.

Oh, that father, he must not be able to stand that his son does not even have a bachelor's degree from an art college...

Although he doesn't like any art, he likes this university very much. Oh, no, he feels that his attainments in philosophy are already above those of the people around him.

Oh, these mediocre people.

They simply cannot understand how great the philosophical thoughts in their minds are.

Ding Feng often wears his gray hooded sweatshirt, tightens the hood, and looks at his classmates with disdainful eyes~

It's like the way his father looks at him~

But what excites him is that the girls in the art college always treat him "differently".

They would gather together to discuss, laugh, and peek at themselves from time to time. Only these beautiful girls could understand that his thoughts were different.

Especially the girl named An An who recently transferred to the next school.

When I first came here, I didn’t have many friends, but I always smiled at myself. I even picked up the chopsticks that fell on the ground for Ding Feng in the cafeteria.

The moment his soft fingertips touched the back of Ding Feng's hand, he firmly believed that the girl liked him, and Ding Feng's whole body trembled as if he had been struck by lightning.

From then on, he began to follow An An often, watching her walk, her clothes, her eating, her drinking. Watching her became Ding Feng's biggest motivation to go to school during this period.

He even started to attend evening self-study in order to follow An An and "accompany" An An home.

"I'm such an infatuated person."

Ding Feng often thinks like this.

But An An is also responding to his feelings, especially looking back frequently on the way home every night, and accepting the messages he sends.

No response, no rejection, just acceptance.

Ding Feng thought and became even more excited. He began to edit today's text message:

"An'an, you are different from those people. You always care about me. You must like me very much and recognize my difference. You are just shy, little cutie."

And what he got was a red exclamation point.

!

Ding Feng dropped the phone in his hand to the ground in anger!

He felt that his love had been wasted, by another woman who was so frivolous.

In the end, An An is still the same as those girls before!

His teeth were clenched tightly, and there was a fierceness in the narrow slits of his eyes. He turned over and turned on the computer, logged into the campus network, and began to upload the photos he had secretly taken one by one.

"Since you did this to me, don't blame me."

As he spoke, he started typing with his fingers flying.

He was very comfortable doing this. What he said on the Internet, coupled with a few pictures taken from unknown angles, plus the details of secretly taking pictures in the women's locker room of the school sports room while he was following him, a perfect story is spread out.

Stories, especially this kind of story, can always arouse people's attention and remarks. It seems that this society likes to look at all people from what it considers to be a moral height. A photo of a small skirt being blown up by the wind. , can trigger infinite reverie.

Human~

That's it, I always think that I am good at using my own imagination to construct so-called facts.

And this story, if it's about a beautiful young girl.

I know how many obscene and evil thoughts I will have that day.

Across the network cable, no one knows who is who, and no one is responsible for what they say. Even people who are usually high-sounding may become another person online because of the pleasure of not being responsible.

Ding Feng clicked the mouse and wanted to send the newly compiled romantic post, but found that the computer seemed to be stuck, the send button turned gray, and it could not be sent.

He had to refresh and edit the picture again, but An An's face in the picture had changed.

Ding Feng rubbed his eyes. The person in the photo seemed to be smiling at him?

A beautiful girl, even more beautiful than An An.

The smile became more and more real, and even the next photo automatically bounced and appeared on the screen. The girls who were only photographed from the back turned their heads one by one!

"Snapped!"

Ding Feng was so frightened that he closed the computer all of a sudden. His legs were so frightened that he fell from the chair to the ground, and a stream of fishy liquid flowed out from his crotch.

he is sick.

Since that night, I have been sick, with a high fever that never goes away, and my body always feels cold to the bone.

Close your eyes, open your eyes, it's the girl's face that turns around.

A face without facial features, the flesh moved little by little, and turned into a good-looking and familiar face. Then, the face got closer to him little by little, then split from the corner of the eye, the corner of the mouth opened, and black pus and blood flowed all over the face. .

Ding Feng rubbed his eyes so hard that his eyelids were bruised, but no matter whether he closed or opened the face, it seemed as if it was embedded in his eyeballs.

He didn't remember the girl's name, but he remembered her face.

The girl jumped from the top floor of the school complex one month after she made the pornographic rumor. Her whole body was rotten...

"This... you can't blame me! It's you! It's you who looks down on me! You don't like me, why did you pick up my pen! You! Damn it! It's you who is so frivolous! It's you who pesters me!"

Ding Feng sobbed and was finally sent to a mental sanatorium.

Later I heard that there, he huddled in a corner all day long, unable to take care of himself, and was covered in a stench day after day~