The Tsundere System Chasing Wife

"Lin Zhiyu, keep your hands to yourself and don't use the yellow talisman to scare Xiaobai. She is my friend."

Qingling held Lin Zhiyu and said, Lin Zhiyu quickly said okay, he would try his best to control himself. He saw that Xiaobai was like a child who liked candy and was full of curiosity about unknown things.

Xiaobai is really the most special ghost that Lin Zhiyu has ever seen in his life. Generally, the aura of ghosts who died of old age, illness, or suicide would make people feel uncomfortable. However, Xiaobai's aura is very clean, and there is no blood on his body. He is like a clean doll, spotless. This is very strange. In Lin Zhiyu's impression, it is impossible for a ghost to do this.

"Qingling, you said Xiaobai has lost his memory?" Lin Zhiyu looked at Qingling in confusion.

"Yes, Xiaobai has lost his memory. I plan to work with Gu Yun to restore Xiaobai's memory. You know that an ordinary ghost cannot stay in the world for too long, otherwise the soul will dissipate sooner or later."

"But she is not ordinary at all. Qingling, you must know that a ghost will not lose its memory. Either a fierce ghost will lose its memory after experiencing something very painful, or she met a Taoist priest like us who helped her. This is something that you and I cannot do even at our level. Who else has the ability to allow her to move freely in the sun? I don't think there is such a person in this world."

"Who can say for sure about such things? No matter who Xiaobai is, I will help her." Qingling believes in her intuition. No matter what the mission is, helping Xiaobai find her memory and allowing her to enter reincarnation is the top priority.

Lin Zhiyu looked at Qingling's serious expression and knew that Xiaobai was very important to Qingling. He originally wanted to remind Qingling that it was best not to contact ghosts like Xiaobai to avoid getting into trouble. Xiaobai's identity must be not simple.

"Let's not talk about this now. You are my partner, and my partner's friends are my friends. I happen to have someone at home who works at the police station. I can ask him to help check the population death registration list for the past two years."

"Alright, let's go to class."

Lin Zhiyu was a reliable person, and Qingling thought it would be the best thing if he could help investigate. Qingling released the hand that was holding Lin Zhiyu and quickly moved one meter away from him.

"Qingling was holding me just now, why did she let go?"

Lin Zhiyu said half-jokingly, with a hint of teasing in his eyes. He didn't expect Qingling to be so strong. When Qingling held him, Lin Zhiyu could only follow Qingling and was completely unable to move.

Lin Zhiyu doesn’t know yet that Qingling carried him all the way after he fainted that day. He will be shocked when he finds out later.

"You are too popular, so I'd better stay away from you. When you are famous, you are prone to gossip. I have other things to do and don't want to get into trouble. Please let me go." Qing Ling said seriously.

"How can it be my fault that I'm pretty? Qingling, don't run away. Those girls can't do anything to you. We are partners, you can't leave me behind."

Qingling didn't care about all that. She just raised her foot and ran back to the classroom, leaving Lin Zhiyu far behind.

They are partners only on weekends, and can only be classmates from Monday to Friday. She doesn't have so much time to deal with troublesome matters.

With a loud bang, the originally clear sky became covered with dark clouds, and a lot of dust in the air was blown up by the wind.

All the teachers today had a common question. It was really surprising that Qingling, who used to like to sleep on the desk, was now listening to the class seriously and taking notes.

I don't know when Zhang Qingling became silent. No matter what questions you ask her, she doesn't like to answer, and doesn't care about her grades. During class, she is either not in the classroom or sleeping on the desk. It is really a big stone pressing on my heart, and I can't move it.

Qingling was sitting upright at her desk listening to the class. When Teacher Wang walked past Qingling, he saw the densely packed dirty words carved on Qingling's desk. He felt even worse for a moment.

Teacher Wang threw the math book in his hand onto the podium and looked at the students in the class with sharp eyes.

"As a teacher, when have I ever taught you to bully your classmates? Who wrote the words on Zhang Qingling's desk? Come out and apologize!"

The students in Class 1 of Grade 1 looked at each other, and a trace of shame flashed across their faces. Teacher Wang looked at the expressions on the faces of the whole class and knew what was going on. Then she continued.

"You only have a dozen years to live, don't bully your classmates just because you have different opinions! Is that fun? You are all students, and your main goal is to study hard now! You are not here to bully others in your short time. You have the ability to bully others now, but have you ever thought that one day others will bully you too? Think of yourself, classmates."

Qingling looked at Teacher Wang in front of her and her mood suddenly improved a lot. She originally wanted to handle it herself, but she didn't expect Teacher Wang to help her directly. In the past, Qingling wrapped her desk with newspapers so that she wouldn't feel so bad when she couldn't see it. Qingling had already noticed that the desk felt strange when she came here on the first day. When she tore it open, she saw gossip and dirty words all over the desk. She planned to go to the utility room to get a set of desks and chairs to change them. If anyone dared to write on them, she would beat them to a pulp.

Teacher Wang said again.

"Everyone except Lin Zhiyu and Qingling should stand up and say sorry to Qingling."

Everyone stood up and spoke in unison.

"Qingling, I'm sorry. We didn't mean it."

Afterwards, Teacher Wang glanced at Qingling. She patted Qingling's back gently, as if to comfort her and told her not to be sad. She then asked Lin Zhiyu and another male classmate to bring back a new set of tables and chairs.

"Yes." Lin Zhiyu and another boy said.

The two boys were quite strong. Soon Qingling's desk was replaced with a new one, and Qingling quickly said thank you to Teacher Wang.

Teacher Wang told Qingling that she didn't need to thank her, as it was her duty as a teacher to protect her students. She told Qingling that if such things happened in the future, she hoped Qingling would not hide it from her and she would definitely help Qingling deal with the students who bullied her.

Teacher Wang's class was the last one, and school was over after it. Qingling had just packed her things and was about to go out and play with Xiaobai, but who would have thought that an uninvited guest would stand in front of her.

"Zhang Qingling, let's chat."

This person is Jin Miaomiao. How could Qingling not notice anything unusual about Jin Miaomiao after such a long period of special training?

But Qingling couldn't understand why Jin Miaomiao had a ghostly aura and where it came from.