The whole world thinks I can exorcise ghosts

It was only a few days after the establishment of the educational institution, and the teachers hadn't been recruited yet, let alone the security. Su Ke was really dumbfounded for a while.

Song Nan also knows what it means to accept as soon as you see it. Seeing Su Ke's bewildered and bewildered expression, he knew that his act was not in vain. He stood up and patted his pants. It’s useless to say anything.” The tone became calmer, “Mr. Su, I didn’t mean to make trouble with you. Most of our parents found it after reading the advertisements. You don’t deserve your name. It's too ugly."

Song Nan was amazed at his eloquence today, that he was able to use such a high-end idiom as "not worthy of the name" so proficiently, and he couldn't help but slap himself twice in his heart.

Seeing that Su Ke hadn't fully reacted, Song Nan continued, "Well, I just wanted to come here today for consultation, but I see so many parents are here, I guess your school still has something, if you really want to That Mr. Li joined the preferential quota, how about changing the top 500 to the top 501? Anyway, you decide, how you want to change is not up to you?"

After listening to the parents on the sofa, some nodded in agreement with Song Nan's point of view, and some raised doubts about the integrity issue he mentioned earlier. All of our teachers are excellent students who graduated from first-class universities or excellent teachers with rich educational experience, etc.

Song Nan was not in a hurry, he went to the lady at the front desk and asked for a paper cup, put it on the water dispenser, and drank it slowly. After Su Ke managed to settle those parents, he said unhurriedly, " Teacher Su, then continue what we discussed earlier?"

Su Ke felt a headache when she saw him, rushed to the front desk and waved her hand, and went straight into the reception room inside.

"Hey hey..." Song Nan hastily yelled twice towards the reception room that had just closed the door.

"Hey, handsome guy, please calm down for a while." The lady at the front desk hurriedly interrupted him, "It's all right now, Teacher Su won't let you down."

Song Nan raised his eyebrows, but his tone was full of disbelief, "Really? I didn't hear her say that just now."

"Really." The front desk lady looked helpless, took a stack of materials from the printer, stapled them, and handed them to him. "These are the materials and the prices of the corresponding subjects. You should check it yourself first."

Song Nan took it, with a hesitant expression on his face, these words were like a scripture, he just glanced at them and became dizzy.

"I said, your performance just now was absolutely amazing." The lady at the front desk looked around for a week, making sure that no one was passing by, and said in a low voice, "I have been in the company for a week, and Mr. Su is usually very easy-going and approachable. I don't know what happened today, but your move is really ruthless." After saying that, he gave him a thumbs up, "Convinced."

"I'm overwhelmed, I can't help it. It's too expensive for you to make up a class. In order to save money, I'm going to risk my old face."

"Your face is not old." The lady at the front desk smiled, "You look younger than the skin care products I put on every day."

"Thank you for the compliment," Song Nan pretended to flip through the documents in his hand. It was quite thick, and his eyes turned half a circle on Huang Diwen who was standing quietly at the side. He thought about it and handed the documents back to the front desk. Young lady, "Why don't you trouble me to explain it to me, I don't quite understand it, so I'll treat you to dinner later."

"Okay." The lady at the front desk didn't refuse, "It just so happens that those parents are gone at this moment, and I don't have anything to do."

Song Nan breathed a sigh of relief, and thanked her several times.

Huang Diwen's grades in all subjects are not good, making up lessons is a big problem for Song Nan.

According to the analysis made by Yuan Xiaoai, the lady at the front desk, the suggestion is that it is best to say hello to the school, and then go to one-on-one full-time school with them.

Based on this calculation, even if you only make up for one year to make up for the third-year senior high school entrance examination, it is still a lot of money at a discount of 68%.

Song Nan put together the money Huang Dingguo had left and what he had saved in the past few years, and he gritted his teeth and enrolled him in a small class of three to five people.

Who made Huang Dingguo's last wish before his death is to hope that his family can have a champion?

Huang Diwen is their family's only hope, even though the only one is still a half-brained person who doesn't know anything about ball farts, but in order for Huang Dingguo to live safely underground, he has to help him move towards that unattainable hope even if he moves bricks and sells tiles Work hard.

Song Nan didn't take the bank card, and went directly to the counter to withdraw a large pile of cash, and put it in a sealed bag. When he went to the financial room to pay the money, the face of the financial lady turned green.

Song Nan didn't care whether her face was green or blue, pointing to the red notes that kept flashing in the banknote detector, he said to Huang Diwen thoughtfully, "See, these are your brother and your father. Hard-earned money, if you don’t remake it this year, your dad will get up from the ground and fight you hard.”

After saying this, not only Huang Diwen's body trembled, but even the hands of the financial lady who was holding the money and preparing to continue checking the banknotes trembled twice.

Song Nan really didn't want to scare him with these words, but just wanted Huang Diwen to feel the difficulty of making money from the visual effect, so as to motivate him to work hard in his studies.

After running to school for two days, at least the matter was settled, and Song Nan was also settled. He was waiting for Huang Diwen to start class next week, and he was looking for a job. God promised to go home together.

The tobacco at home is also sold. Song Nan doesn't plan to grow cigarettes after he has to work. The matter of Huang Diwen's studies can be considered as a temporary solution. Song Nan has nothing to do and plans to take Huang Diwen to buy two Put on your clothes, and take a look at your work by the way.

It's just that the plan can't always keep up with the changes. This day, Song Nan led Huang Diwen back from shopping for clothes, when he saw a translucent shadow squatting on the stone pillar at the gate of his courtyard from afar.

Song Nan was shocked immediately, and reflexively planned to switch to walking on tiptoes.

"Can I wear these clothes tomorrow?" Huang Diwen chattered endlessly while carrying a few paper bags, "Forget it, let's wait until I go to school. The last time I wore new clothes to school, it seemed that I had graduated from elementary school. On the day of the notice... Hey, brother, where are you going?"

As soon as Huang Diwen finished shouting, Song Nan covered his mouth. Song Nan gave him a vicious look, and raised a finger to his lips in a "shh" gesture.

Huang Diwen stared at his big round eyes and nodded his head twice. After Song Nan took his hand away, he asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"

Song Nan glanced at the gate of his house, Liu Hao's shadow had disappeared, he frowned, "Go to Xiaoyu to deal with it tonight."

"Ah? Stay up all night?" Huang Diwen came to his senses and rubbed his hands happily, "Speaking of which, the anchor seems to have discovered a lot of delicious things recently, and I'm saving up to watch them..."

Song Nan didn't listen to Huang Diwen's happy words at all. He looked around and made sure he didn't see Liu Hao before he heaved a sigh of relief, "Let's go."

Huang Diwen hurriedly followed with a paper bag, "Don't you leave your things at home? It's hard to carry so much."

"I won't let go." Song Nan said impatiently.

"Why?" Huang Diwen frowned, "I've got marks on my hands, if you don't want to walk these few steps, I'll let you go, just wait..."

"Liu Hao is sitting at the gate of our courtyard." Song Nan said lukewarmly, "If you are not afraid, you can let him go."

"Who is Liu Hao..." Before the words came out of his mouth, Huang Diwen's face changed first, and he swallowed several times before he tugged at the hem of Song Nan's T-shirt inarticulately, "What do you mean?" ... that ghost of ... who just ... just drowned not long ago?"

"Shut up..."

Shut up, before you said "you", Song Nan felt a coolness coming from the left side of his body, not very strong, it felt like an 18-degree air conditioner was turned on on the left side, and it was blowing on his side at the moment With the cold wind.

Song Nan's movement of raising his foot to continue forward was stopped as if someone had pressed the pause button, and he was stuck back even half of what he had said.

Seeing that he suddenly stopped moving, Huang Diwen was taken aback, raised his hand and patted his arm, "What's wrong?"

The coolness moved slowly, from the left side to the front. Song Nan felt as if he was standing on the air vent in winter, and the goosebumps on his arms rose up at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Huang Diwen's palm still resting on his arm clearly felt the skin changes under his hand, and his face changed accordingly, and he even spoke with a crying tone, "Brother..."

Song Nan closed his eyes hard, then slowly opened them. When the eyelids were lifted, he saw Liu Hao's semi-transparent face enlarged in front of him.

It's not that the face is too hideous to look at, but Song Nan, who has seen countless ghosts, is still shocked. It's not for anything else, it's just that human beings see that they are different from themselves, and the small cognition is that this will cause harm to themselves. The conditioned reflex of living things.

"Liu Hao," Song Nan sniffed, gritted his teeth and took a step back, frowned and said to Liu Hao, who was a step away from him, "What's the matter, come at me, don't mess with my brother."

Huang Diwen was startled when he heard this, followed Song Nan back two steps and hid behind Song Nan, tremblingly said, "Where is he?"

Song Nan stretched out his hand and patted the back of his hand. The boy didn't know whether he was sunburned or scared, and the back of his hand was covered with sweat.

"You go home first." Song Nan whispered.

Huang Diwen immediately shook his head, "No...I dare not..."

"Don't be afraid, he won't go home."

As soon as Song Nan finished speaking, Huang Diwen was still hesitating whether his words were reliable or not. Liu Hao, who had not moved or spoke, suddenly said, "Let's sit and talk at your house."

Song Nan: "..."

"What's wrong?" Huang Diwen hurriedly asked when he saw that his expression had changed.

Song Nan's face was indeed not very good-looking, and he was a little speechless besides being scared. It took him a long time to look at Liu Hao who had finished speaking and knew that he had drifted into his yard, "He said he would come to our house to sit for a while. "

"Sit at our house..." Huang Diwen got stuck halfway, opened his mouth for a long time before saying, "He said? Can he talk?"

"Yeah." Song Nan nodded, sighed, and said helplessly, "If you are afraid, go to Uncle Zhang's house and sit for a while, there should be someone at his house."

"No!" Huang Diwen shook his head like a rattling drum, "I want to be with you."

Song Nan glanced at him, "All right, just stop yelling for a while."

"I can't see." Huang Diwen's tone was still cautiously afraid, but it also contained the curiosity of a child of this age, "I can't hear what he said either."

Song Nan didn't make a sound, and walked in the direction of home in silence, every step was as difficult as a can of lead.

"Why are you suddenly able to see again?" Huang Diwen followed behind him unhurriedly, pouted his neck and asked in a low voice, as if he was afraid that someone would overhear him.

"I don't know." Song Nan replied truthfully, and this was exactly what he didn't understand.It's like a machine malfunctioning, good and bad.

"Now ghosts can talk." Huang Diwen sighed with emotion when he was about to walk to the door.

Song Nan wanted to say that the ghost in the past might be able to talk, but he didn't know that he could still talk to him. Besides, Song Nan was afraid of ghosts, and every time he saw it by accident, he pretended not to see it, so he really didn't talk to ghosts. opportunity for dialogue.

After all, Liu Hao was really the first ghost to talk to him.

[The author has something to say]: Continue tomorrow~