On the Harmonious Life of Ghost Gong

With a slight lowering of his eyes, Zhou Changmo could see He Yizhi's beautifully lined lips, which seemed to have been rubbed with a layer of cinnabar red, as if he could taste the taste just by getting closer a few centimeters.

"Kiss, kiss!" When the surrounding students saw this scene, some people whistled and booed a lot.

Zhou Changmo didn't show the slightest disgust when he heard the words, but his eyes were dimmed, staring at He Yizhi who was trembling in his arms, his heart moved slightly——

What does it mean?Throw yourself into a hug?

When Zhou Changmo was thinking about this, He Yizhi saw that the music teacher outside was gone. Only then did he realize that he and Zhou Changmo were too close, especially when the students around him were booing. He immediately pushed him away.

All of a sudden, the charming atmosphere suddenly cooled down, and the remaining warmth in her arms disappeared to nothing.

Zhou Changmo's eyes turned cold.

He Yizhi looked at Zhou Changmo's face anxiously, seeing that the other party was not happy, and his heart skipped a beat.

He Yizhi explained with a guilty conscience: "I really saw someone outside just now, I didn't mean it."

Zhou Changmo didn't speak, and watched He Yizhi keep a long distance away from him to avoid suspicion, as if he was a filthy dirty thing.

"Zhou Changmo?" Seeing that the other party's expression was not good, He Yizhi couldn't help calling out again.

The man ignored it, so that He Yizhi felt very regretful, thinking that Zhou Changmo was offended by his abrupt behavior.

He couldn't help scolding himself for being worthless, and it wasn't that he had never seen a ghost, let alone a music teacher who had taught for more than a semester, why did he become like that!

This is good, what does Zhou Changmo think of him?Is it a pervert or a fag?

The students nearby seem to have seen the big news. They are at the age of youth and turmoil, and they are the best at booing on weekdays.

The men whistled, and the women covered their mouths and discussed something in a low voice, their eyes gleaming with honey.

"Tsk, I've long thought that the two of them... the former school girl and the current school girl are so in love, I don't believe it unless there is some spark."

"No, no, the two of them are ordinary classmates, but I think Lin Gaoyang and Xiao He have a more CP feeling. It is obvious that the two of them had the best relationship before."

In the face of the students' discussions, He Yizhi's heart tightened, thinking that this would be a big embarrassment.

He couldn't help but carefully checked Zhou Changmo's face.

Sure enough, Zhou Changmo frowned very displeased, and stood up from his seat with a crash. The stool made a moderate but clear sound, and the surrounding students were all stunned.

Zhou Changmo stood up directly and walked to the podium, stretched out his slender fingers like jade and tapped on the table.

"Have you finished your homework? Come on, hand it in now!"

Zhou Changmo's voice was cold and extremely oppressive. Suddenly, a group of students wailed and wailed all over the place, and the noise of the commotion suddenly became much quieter. They all lowered their heads and dared not speak out.

No matter how you say them, this group of people is also a sophomore in high school, and they don't have much homework, but they definitely don't have a lot.

As the class monitor, Zhou Changmo naturally holds the power over their life and death, and his ability to deter them is extremely strong on weekdays, so that the teachers and leaders are more willing to delegate power to Zhou Changmo.

It seems that some people are born with the ability to lead with ease. Zhou Zhangmo insisted on making the class monitor look like a teaching director. The strange thing is that the relationship between people is not bad. This kind of method is beyond the reach of He Yizhi.

After Zhou Changmo maintained the order in the class, he returned to He Yizhi's seat, and then saw the neatly arranged textbooks on the table, and He Yizhi's obedient appearance.

He Yizhi coughed twice, and said, "I messed up your desk and textbooks just now, and I've cleaned them up now."

Zhou Changmo's heart moved slightly, but he just gave a faint "hmm".

Zhou Changmo picked up his textbook and began to review. He Yizhi's concentrated appearance forced He Yizhi to worry about gains and losses throughout the class. He didn't know whether Zhou Changmo was angry with himself.

"Ring, ring, ring—" the sound of the end of get out of class rang.

He Yizhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, thinking that he could go back to the dormitory to sleep, but when he looked up, he saw the familiar figure standing at the door.

The translucent figure seemed to be wandering at the door, still wearing a white top and black skirt.

"Oh, get out of class is over, brothers, hurry up—"

Lin Gaoyang was the one who couldn't sit still the most, he had long forgotten the shadow left by the corridor before, now he grabbed his own things and rushed out, directly passing through the shadow of the music teacher.

The surrounding students also poured out in an endless stream.

The music teacher seemed to want to say hello at the door, but in the end the students around her walked away one by one, and she looked a little more disappointed.

This scene happened to fall into He Yizhi's eyes, but he didn't dare to move for a moment.

Zhou Changmo, who also saw it, also had a flash of surprise in his eyes, apparently seeing the music teacher in a wandering state: "Teacher Song?"

"You saw it too?"

He Yizhi suddenly had a sense of being wronged, and quickly explained, "I didn't hit you on purpose just now, I was scared by the music teacher."

Zhou Changmo looked at the wandering soul at the door, then at He Yizhi, and he said kindness after a while, which was regarded as understanding.

He Yizhi felt relieved and finally relaxed.

He Yizhi asked: "Why did Teacher Song appear here? She can't be a ghost, can she?"

"No." Zhou Changmo explained, "Those with translucent bodies and gray and white shadows are wandering souls with little obsession. There are often those who kill grudges in other colors, the most common one is the red ghost, and the music teacher is the former."

"That's it! No wonder the female ghost in red I saw was so cruel... How do you know this?"

He Yizhi's eyes widened, and he looked at Zhou Changmo with a little more admiration.

Zhou Changmo didn't seem to intend to continue explaining, he stopped here and stopped talking, he just whetted He Yizhi's appetite, and then left on his own.

"Go slowly!"

He Yizhi hurriedly followed, he was a little scared, he lowered his head and followed Zhou Changmo hurriedly.

The music teacher also seemed to realize that He Yizhi could see him, so he stared at He Yizhi as he planned to walk over.

"Hiss—" He Yizhi took a cold breath, and saw Teacher Song floating over from the corner of his eye.

He Yizhi gritted his teeth, and stretched out his hand to grab Zhou Changmo's actively, wishing he could stick his whole body against each other's body, and the two of them squeezed out through the narrow doorway.

Zhou Changmo, who was forced to get stuck at the door: "..."

When the music teacher saw Zhou Changmo, he immediately retreated several meters in fear, so that he hid in the darkness of the corridor.

He Yizhi finally breathed a sigh of relief, but he didn't dare to relax for a moment, and walked out holding Zhou Changmo's arm tightly.

He Yizhi didn't even dare to lift his head, knowing that he was too cowardly to look like this, but...he couldn't control himself, blah blah!

Zhou Changmo raised his eyebrows, looked at He Yizhi's embarrassed and ashamed appearance, and said something coldly on purpose.

"You're too close to me."

He Yizhi felt very embarrassed, but he didn't dare to let go, begging: "Just, just 10 minutes, I will let go when I get to the dormitory!"

At night, the two big men's bodies were very close to each other, and many students had already cast their eyes frequently, as if they were sharp.

Zhou Changmo seemed a bit reluctant, he hesitated for a while before saying: "...Okay."

"Thank you, thank you." He Yizhi lowered his shame for the first time, and hummed in a low voice.

He Yizhi really changed a lot towards Zhou Changmo, and now his attitude towards Zhou Changmo is full of gratitude and admiration.

He has been pestering Zhou Changmo so much, most straight men would have been disgusted to death long ago, but Zhou Changmo didn't push him away.

He felt that only words like caring for everything, kindness and benevolence could barely describe Zhou Changmo's personal qualities. In contrast, He Yizhi felt that he was simply a vulgar and filthy mortal.

He Yizhi felt very guilty. Because he was too close, he could even smell the faint scent of mint laundry detergent on Zhou Changmo's body. The temperature of the other party was also cool, and it was very comfortable to lean against.

At this time, He Yizhi still had the thought of 'I'm so close to the male god, just one more lick and I'll die without regret', and his sense of guilt became even more serious.

Feeling that he had blasphemed the male god, He Yizhi couldn't help pulling away a little, only to hear Zhou Changmo's voice softly in his ears——

"A ghost figure floated over 30 meters to the west."

"!" He Yizhi trembled in fright, and with great difficulty, the distance between Zhou Changmo and Zhou Changmo's body separated by two centimeters, and it became zero centimeters in an instant.