Escape from the Ghost

The atmosphere in the school office has always been oppressive.

Teacher Wang pushed the black square-rimmed glasses on his nose, and asked in a deep voice, "Song Yi, are you sure you want to transfer to another department? You know, with your grades, you can be directly admitted to graduate school next year in the Department of Mathematics. After transferring to the Department of History, before The foundation of the foundation can be laid in vain."

Song Yi said firmly, "I'm sure." He changed the subject and said, "Teacher, it doesn't really matter what major I major in."

"You..." Teacher Wang obviously knew what he was telling the truth, but she still couldn't help getting angry. She gave Song Yi a melancholy look, then sighed, picked up the official seal and stamped it on the application form, He raised his hand and looked at his watch and said, "Class 1812 of the History Department, there are 15 minutes left for class [-] in the second teaching building. Today is the first day for the new teacher to arrive. Don't be late."

"New teacher?"

Teacher Wang returned the application form to him, and said impatiently: "Professor Wang De of ancient history asked for a month's leave due to family affairs, and Teacher Li will take over the class this month."

"Well... okay... thank you, teacher."

Song Yi put the application in a brown paper bag and walked out the door.

As soon as he opened the door of the office, he heard Mr. Wang muttering in a low voice: "The children nowadays are really outrageous. They don't know how to cherish because of their family background! They obviously have a good brain... ah... what a pity! "

He closed the door carefully with a sullen face, and walked towards the second teaching class with a kraft paper bag.

When Song Yi stepped into the classroom, the class bell had just rang for the second time. The 200-member class became quiet after seeing who was coming.He walked down the aisle to the back row, and all the way there were girls deliberately whispering in a tone just enough for him to hear.

"Is that Song Yi? The young master of Anjia Real Estate, he is not from the mathematics department, why did he come here?"

"As expected of our Muda's school girl, he's so handsome!"

The girls' discussions continued one after another, and the boys were gnashing their teeth and sharpening their knives.

"It's Song Yi, Song Yi from the Department of Mathematics."

"He dared to come, and the debts from the school basketball game are not even counted!"

A tall boy was sitting in the last row by the window. After seeing Song Yi, he rolled up his sleeves and was about to stand up, but was dragged back to his seat by several boys in the same seat.

Song Yi stared coldly at the boy through the crowd, the corners of his mouth raised slightly as if provocative.

The boy pushed aside layers of barriers, stood up, pointed at him and cursed: "Who the hell are you looking down on? Stop putting on that condescending and disgusting look, and go back to your mathematics department!" The pot was fried immediately.

The scene of the last basketball game is vivid in my mind. Before the game was over, the two teams successfully transitioned from physical friction to fighting. Captain Jia Yong was extremely humiliated when he saw the cheerleaders who turned against each other.He took all his teammates and picked up the mineral water bottle and threw it at the opponent's rest area. In the end, Song Yi, the captain of the mathematics department, packed him directly into the school infirmary and lay there for three days.Everyone in the school didn't know that Song Yi's father was the school director, and in the end this matter had to be let go. Jia Yong lost all face from being a grasshopper to a clown overnight, and he was always angry.

This will see more audiences, and he will play more: "Don't fuck me, if you are brothers, let's do it together!"

A knock on the door suddenly sounded: "Dong dong dong..."

When everyone heard the sound, they turned around and looked at the door.The man wore a pair of glasses with gold wire frames, pushed down the frame with his right index finger, and asked softly, "Can we go to class?"

The magnetic voice fits perfectly, and the flat tone makes every word tinged with indifference.The classroom became quiet again, leaving only a few girls whispering.

"This is the new teacher? He's so handsome, I think old man Wang doesn't have to come back."

"Tsk tsk... this looks, this figure..."

In one day, the heart of the little liberal arts girl was hit twice.Seeing that the new teacher didn't respond, they felt relieved to start the discussion.

After a while, he repeated again, "Are you ready for class?" The classroom fell silent instantly.Song Yi sat down on the nearest chair, and heard Jia Yong threatening him in a low voice not far away: "Don't leave after class!"

The man walked into the classroom, took off his suit jacket and hung it on the door, elegantly rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, his forearms were strong and aesthetically pleasing.With a set of movements so smooth and smooth, the girls in the front row all looked straight.He stepped onto the podium to open the book, lowered his head slightly and said, "Professor Wang is resting, and I will temporarily write ancient history this month."

A beautiful girl in the second row said, "Teacher, please introduce yourself first!"

When the girls next to me heard this, they immediately started arguing: "That's right! Teacher, let me introduce you."

Although the man was expressionless, his eyes were soft. He broke off a third of the chalk and wrote the words Li Zhaoling on the blackboard.The strokes were strong and powerful, and the writing was skillful, and there was a commotion in the classroom again.

To be honest, Song Yi’s father, Song Weizhong, usually practiced calligraphy as a meal. He was so used to seeing his old man’s calligraphy since he was a child that his eyes were taken away. The piles of famous posts at home made him wipe his nose like waste paper. Seeing Li Zhaoling's words, I was still shocked.

Li Zhaoling lowered his brows, and his deep voice sounded again: "The tree is on the ground, the child is on the ground, the world is holy, Ling Tian is flying, all right, let's go to class."

The girls gradually lost their enthusiasm when they saw this teacher Li's standard |xing| indifferent expression of "you can see it from a distance, but you can't play with it". They lowered their heads and opened the book silently.

"Page 69. Today, we start to talk about the Warring States Period. The Northern Wei Dynasty, about [-] years ago, was the only prosperous period among the chaotic times of the Seven Dynasties..."

The short-haired girl in the front row of Song Yi turned her head and took a look. Seeing that Song Yi didn't bring a book, she silently gave him her own.Song Yi was not polite. He took the book and put it on the table and flipped it through. His eyes stayed on the portrait of a general in military armor in the middle of the page. A portrait took up half a page. Under the portrait was written "Northern Wei Dynasty General Song Mu Zhi" seven characters.

He glanced at it and thought it was really boring, flipped through the book casually, then closed the book, took out the kraft paper bag he carried with him from the desk pocket, took out a page and placed it on the table.A form was printed on the paper, and a brush with a silver rod was drawn in the gap in the middle column. An octoclawed golden dragon was engraved on the pen holder. The front and the back had a perspective, the beard was vivid, the reverse scales were clear, and it moved slowly.

This is a cultural relic appraisal certificate stamped by experts. The name column says Northern Wei Yinluan pen, and the appraiser says Wang De, a professor of Mucheng University.

Since Song Yi was very young, Song Weizhong has been fond of collecting antiques. On the day of the accident, he came to the school to take away this cultural relic that had been appraised by professionals, but unexpectedly, he was killed.

But now the testimonial is there, but the pen is gone.

Song Yi clearly remembered that when he was sitting in the passenger seat, the red mahogany pencil case was firmly held in his hand.A flash of light flashed in his mind, and he couldn't help feeling chills when he remembered the man's mysterious voice when his consciousness was sluggish.

If this was a deliberate conspiracy, then this person must have discovered Song Weizhong's whereabouts early in the morning, and carefully planned the car accident, and the Yinluan pen was stolen.

In fact, as a successful businessman, Song Weizhong has always been careful when going in and out of non-public places.If the car accident was really planned, what role did this Professor Wang De play in it?Right after the car accident happened, he took a long vacation. Was it to avoid the limelight, or did he have other intentions?

"Boom...boom..."

The sound of leather shoes falling on the floor disrupted Song Yi's train of thought. He looked forward, and one meter away, Li Zhaoling's dark blue shirt was wrapped tightly around his shoulders, covering his broad and strong chest. Just right and really eye-catching.

Holding the textbook in his right hand, Li Zhaoling walked up the steps towards Song Yi and said, "Student, please answer my question."

Song Yi's face suddenly became a little ugly, he hesitated and stood up, his eyes met and he didn't speak.

Li Zhaoling was half a head taller than him. Looking closer, the eye sockets under the tall nose bridge of this man became deeper and deeper, and the lines of the face appeared tougher against the wheat-colored skin.From the corners of his eyes to the lines on his lips, he didn't show any extra expression.Although the tone of the voice is gentle, there is a sense of alienation, and it looks... not very safe.

Song Yi has always had a cat-like innate intuition and vigilance when dealing with certain hidden forces.

He scratched his head, and immediately showed the confused expression of a good student, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Mr. Li, I was distracted just now."

"Sit down."

Li Zhaoling's eyes swept across the table, and finally landed on the drawing of Yinluan.Song Yi hurriedly put the paper clip back into the book, looked up at Li Zhaoling and smiled awkwardly.

Li Zhaoling said in a deep voice, "Pay attention to the class." Then he walked along the aisle to the podium.

"Ring Ling Ling..."

The bell for the end of get out of class rang, and Li Zhaoling put away her books, put on her jacket and left the classroom.

Song Yi put the blueprints into the kraft paper bag, and was just about to return the book when a black shadow blocked the light. Jia Yong, relying on his extra head height, grabbed Song Yi's collar with one hand and said aggressively: "Let's go in such a hurry! What are you doing? Are you scared out of your wits by me?"

The surrounding students all silently left the field empty, feeling nervous and looking forward to it.

Song Yi frowned, the coldness in his eyes was fleeting.In the next second, he resolutely picked up the textbook in his hand and threw it on Jia Yong's head. The tool was not in his hand, so he had to use ten percent of his strength.

Regardless of the major, the weight of college textbooks has always been impressive. Although Jia Yong did not break his head, these few blows were enough to make his 1.9-meter-five man squat on the ground with stares in his eyes.

Song Yi straightened his collar and turned to leave. A gust of wind suddenly passed by his ears. Song Yi dodged to avoid Jia Yong's kick, then grabbed his arm and threw the tall man on the chair .

"Pfft..."

After a loud bang, all the sounds in my ears stopped abruptly.Song Yi stood in place, the scene in front of him changed rapidly, and one picture after another flashed by.He took a closer look and saw that Jia Yong was standing on the roof of the school, jumping down with his arms outstretched.

Cold sweat broke out on his body, and his pores were immediately clogged. His expression of astonishment and horror was obvious. He just stared blankly at Jia Yong, and picked up a warm water cup and threw it at him.

A girl shouted: "Be careful!"

Only then did Song Yi come back to his senses, turn sideways slightly, grab Jia Yong's wrist after dodging, and with all his strength, he removed the warm water cup in his hand, grabbed his arm and threw it back on the chair again. With a sound of "stab" it was dragged, and a long row of religious chairs and tables were abruptly pushed half a meter away by this huge monster.

Song Yi walked over, looked at Jia Yong who was slumped on the chair, and said, "I'm giving you this class for free. Remember, don't move your mouth before you plan to clean up people."

At this time, Song Yi was like a cheetah peeping in the dark, his every move revealed the laziness of a born strong.Everyone in the classroom held their breath, not daring to breathe.

"Song translation!"

When everyone heard the voice at the door, they all moved out of the way tacitly.

The boy looked very handsome wearing glasses. He staggered away from the crowd, and ran to Song Yi with a very relaxed smile. He stuffed a large bag of books into his arms, and pretended to complain, "Here are the books for you. Please order them." , Eldest Young Master Song, you said that you have all turned away, and you still don't let me worry..." At the end of the words, he felt the strange atmosphere in the classroom.He turned his head and saw the mess on the scene and the grass of the Department of History lying in the mess, and he understood half of it in an instant.

Song Yi picked up the dirty textbooks on the ground and put them in the bag, took out a new one, and gave it to the short-haired girl beside her who had been stunned for a long time, and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, I can return this to you, thank you for reminding me just now. Me." After speaking, he blinked provocatively.

Zhao Yu suddenly looked bitter and teary with mustard biscuits in his mouth. When is this?It doesn't count if you smashed other people's territory, but you actually pretend to be attractive to other people's girls.This guy has arrogance carved into his bones, and he has to show it very well and without any trace, so as to ensure that his sense of superiority can burst to the peak in an instant!

In short, it is smelly and shameless!

There were whispers in my ears one after another: "Is that Zhao Yu? The vice-captain of the basketball team of the mathematics department?"

"It's like a different person when he wears glasses..."

The tranquility hidden under the many complex emotions was simply vulnerable, Zhao Yu pulled Song Yi up and quickly squeezed through the crowd and walked out of the classroom.

As soon as he went out, Song Yi shook off Zhao Yu's hand and said, "Why are you running? I didn't beat anyone up, so I'm keeping my strength! Don't worry about it."

"You..." Zhao Yu was so angry that he couldn't speak, he let go of his hands and quickened his pace, and didn't want to talk to him, "You treat everyone like you, Young Master Song, who has played taekwondo since he was a child. Tied up? Just us ordinary people, we have to be able to resist beating when we meet you! Didn’t you make enough trouble last time? This time you actually went to fight on other people’s territory, and..." He endured it, and put the sentence " Your father is gone." Swallowing it, he continued, "I think if something happens to you again this time, who will protect you?"

Song Yi has a deflated face. He has always been a soft-spoken man, and when he meets his own father who is domineering and domineering, he can hate the world. When he meets Zhao Yu, who is worried and concerned, he will complain. It's almost as uncomfortable as dropping a nuclear bomb in the heart.

He quickly walked a few steps to stop Zhao Yu, squeezed out a standard expression of three parts bitterness and seven parts sorry Song Shi admitted his mistake, and comforted Zhao Yu self-righteously: "I am a rich second generation who has lost my father. Although I have less social connections, I Rich! Money can turn ghosts around!"

The first half of the sentence is a topic of family explosion, and the second half is a topic of social cruelty.Now that Song Yi said it so lightly, it directly knocked Zhao Yu unconscious.He knew that Song Yi was begging for mercy from him, but what he said really made him, a poor student living on a scholarship every year, speechless, and hit Yu Xin's unbearable weakness just right.

In the final analysis, this scholarship was given by Song Yi after he knew about his situation and took a few points off the test. Thinking about it this way, he felt even more guilty.

Zhao Yu curled his lips, but couldn't hold back his face for a while, and walked away angrily without saying anything.

Song Yi just wanted to chase Zhao Yu, when he looked up, he saw Jia Yong leaving the classroom supported by several boys.He suddenly remembered the scene that just flashed by, and his heart was a little heavy and full of doubts.Say this is daydreaming?It is better to say that it is the sequelae of a car accident that is convincing!

He took another look and saw that Jia Yong was pointing his middle finger at him with his head drooping and his face darkened.

Seeing that Song Yi didn't follow, Zhao Yu came back and urged, "Don't go!" and dragged him down the stairs roughly.

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