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After the air conditioner in the classroom suddenly had a problem, Yu Qiuliang pulled out the plug of the air conditioner. Since no one used the air conditioner in winter, the plug had been lying alone on the ground, temporarily unable to wait for a socket to connect it.In sharp contrast to its loneliness, Yu Qiuliang's face is like the spring breeze.Song Ciran slandered his friend, thinking that he was really in love.

Falling in love is a bit ridiculous for Qiu Liang.But, being ridiculous, one day, he will make himself laugh.Isn't it just a slap in the face?From childhood to adulthood, who hasn't experienced self-slapping a few times?Yu Qiuliang was doing the test paper with a smile on his face, trying to make writing the test paper look like writing a love letter.

If it's really a love letter, that's fine.He is doing math problems with a smile like this, the picture is really horrifying, and Song Ciran can't bear to watch it.When did the math problem get such an honor, it actually made Yu Qiuliang smile!

As the saying goes, adversity produces talent, but in Song Ciran's view, Yu Qiuliang is a pervert created by adversity, and he is a peerless pervert.Rao Song Ciran likes to write mathematics, and he can't do it with a smile, but Yu Qiuliang, a terrifying man, can do it.

"Laughing so happily, are you in a relationship?" Song Ciran couldn't hold back, and began to verbally insult her again.As soon as he blurted out these words, he felt bad, and quickly raised his hands, ready to receive a blow to the head, but Yu Qiuliang didn't hit him this time, just looked at him and smiled.

Some people look good when they smile, and that's only in certain situations.If they laughed when they shouldn't, that would be scary enough.Obviously, Yu Qiuliang was among this group of people, and the more Song Ciran saw him smiling, the more frightened he felt.

Sure enough, this sentence is still wrong.He shouldn't have been mean and joking.

"If you don't want to say it, forget it." Song Ciran felt that the tablemate was terrible, and if he said a word wrong, he would be killed.His unconstrained imagination aroused his fear again. From Yu Qiuliang's smile, he thought of roommates killing each other, and even thinking of acquaintances committing crimes.Although it's not good to speculate maliciously like this, he always likes to think this way. If Yu Qiuliang can hear his inner self-talk, I'm afraid it will turn his imagination into reality.

"Yes." At the moment when Song Ciran was tremblingly picking up his pen again and preparing to do the paper, Yu Qiuliang suddenly said.It's good that he doesn't speak, but when he speaks, Song Ciran almost throws out his pen.This is really a big face-slapping scene - Yu Qiuliang, who has never liked to fall in love, is actually in love.

I don't know which class of girls are so outstanding, so that the guys who have always looked above the top bow down under the pomegranate skirt.Song Ciran rubbed his chin and asked, "Which class is the girl?" I haven't seen you communicate with any girl.

"It's not a woman." After Yu Qiuliang finished speaking, he took a sip of water.

"..." Song Ciran looked at the tablemate in horror, as if seeing an alien.To be honest, he does not discriminate against this group, but this is the first time he has come into contact with a living example around him.He was inexplicably agitated, and looked at Yu Qiuliang with strange eyes. Now it was Yu Qiuliang's turn to get nervous. He suspected that Song Ciran would push him down on the desk in the next second, and conduct an autopsy on the spot.

However, Song Ciran knew nothing about medical skills and had no interest in anatomy, and Yu Qiuliang's imagined scene did not come true.Song Ciran just glanced at him several times, shaking his legs excitedly, nothing else.

What is he excited about?Yu Qiuliang was stunned, the brain structure of the deskmate was really strange.

Two people sit together, less than ten centimeters apart from each other, with their elbows close to each other, but they seem to be separated by a galaxy in their minds.People's bodies can be close, but their hearts are not necessarily close. Even if their hearts are close, the things they are thinking about are not necessarily the same.The conditions for a tacit understanding are too harsh. After all, everyone is an independent individual, and each other's thoughts are independent.

At this moment, Yu Qiuliang is thinking about the future, while Song Ciran is looking back at the past.The more Song Ciran thought about it, the more weird he felt. He had never seen Yu Qiuliang get close to anyone, and Yu Qiuliang had no possibility of liking him, but besides him, who else was there beside Yu Qiuliang?

Reminiscent of Yu Qiuliang's phone lock screen, Song Ciran's body stiffened like an electric shock.He turned his head to look at Yu Qiuliang again, and felt that this person really dug a hole and jumped into it by himself, jumped into the hole and buried himself.

Do you like others, do others like you?Song Ciran was discouraged for his friend first.

Before Yu Qiuliang had time to think about this most practical question, a figure appeared on the empty seat in front of him, interrupting his thoughts instantly.He was like a cell phone that was suddenly turned on after being turned off for a long time, and a large amount of information poured into his brain.He stared blankly at the shadow in front of him, this is not the ghost who loves to play with the air conditioner, nor is it Gu Jia who loves to visit their class, it is another ghost that he has never seen before.

It's never been seen...but it's not safe either.

The tall ghost turned around and grinned at Yu Qiuliang.Yu Qiu stood up abruptly, and ran out of the classroom through the back door under the gazes of the students around him.The math teacher was not there, and there was no one in the corridor, so Yu Qiuliang was not blocked from going out.The students thought that he was suddenly unwell, so they turned their heads and glanced at him, and then went back to writing their own math papers.They all have their own affairs to be busy, no matter what Yu Qiuliang does, these students have no time to care about him.

When Yu Qiuliang left the classroom, he ran downstairs without hesitation, and the tall ghost followed behind him, but it stood at the stairs and looked around, failing to find Yu Qiuliang immediately.The other party's slowness bought time for Yu Qiuliang. Yu Qiuliang ran downstairs to the sophomore's site, found an empty classroom and got in.

Not long after, the ghost went down the stairs, and it floated straight down, all the way to the school gate.Yu Qiuliang rolled his eyes, thinking that this thing is only tall but not caring, and it still wants to play tricks on him with this little ability.

The tall ghost lingered at the school gate without moving.Yu Qiuliang seized the opportunity to run upstairs and return to his seat.Song Ciran only thought that he was going to the bathroom, and didn't ask any more questions—it's a good thing Song Ciran didn't ask too much, otherwise Yu Qiuliang really didn't know how to explain it to others.

I seem to have seen a lot of ghosts recently, which may not be normal.Yu Qiuliang took out a piece of draft paper, wrote and drew on it, and kept counting.Ever since he met the baby spirit during New Year's Day, he had to bump into ghosts once a day, and sometimes even two or three a day.He suspected that someone was secretly tripping Yu Xiasheng, but he couldn't find Yu Xiasheng, so he arrested him as a punching bag.

Yu Qiuliang is used to calculating when he has given something. He uses this method to measure the ratio of giving and reward, so as to judge the value of this behavior.Hitting a ghost is not a good deal to lose money. Every time you bump into a ghost, Yu Qiuliang feels that his spirit is getting weaker.

The ghosts made him uneasy.Now he can't sit well in the car, he is worried about tire puncture when riding a bike, and he is afraid of falling on the ground when walking on the road. Even if he stays in the classroom, he can't survive for a long time.Before he could calculate an average, the window was suddenly opened from the outside, and the ghost slipped into the classroom through the crack of the window, hovering above Yu Qiuliang's head, making a strange laugh.

If you laugh again, your tongue will be cut off!Yu Qiuliang was extremely angry, but he didn't want to explode on the spot.If he fights with ghosts here, he will become a psychopath in the mouth of his classmates tomorrow, and his illness will spread throughout the school immediately.In his life, Yu Qiuliang was most afraid of being criticized by others, and even hated his own experience being fabricated. He took a deep breath, thinking that he would put down the butcher knife and become a Buddha immediately.

But he doesn't believe in Buddhism, he has no religious beliefs, and the only thing he believes in is communism.He couldn't bear it for long, and his emotions exploded. He took out a pack of tissues from the desk and left the class again.

This time he went out quietly, no one noticed except Song Ciran, and no other ghosts noticed except the tall ghost.

The ghost followed him all the way into the men's toilet, as if it wanted to squat beside him and watch him go to the toilet.Yu Qiuliang was so disgusted by this possibility that he wanted to vomit, he was not interested in going to the bathroom in front of a strange ghost, he would be too embarrassed to urinate.

However, he didn't intend to come here to go to the bathroom, he was just pretending.Even if the ghost really had such a perverted idea, as long as he didn't put it into practice, nothing happened to Qiu Liang.Yu Qiuliang washed his hands and looked at the ghost through the mirror. The ghost didn't know if it was stupid or not, it just looked at him and smiled, and didn't do anything else.

Is it a fool, or is he holding back his big move and not letting it out?Yu Qiuliang also smiled at the ghost.He smiled softly, innocently, harmlessly to humans and animals, and laughed so that ghosts let go of their defenses.

The next second, Yu Qiuliang raised his hand and viciously pushed the ghost's head into the sink.There was still water on the floor of the toilet, and the foolish students on duty didn't dry the mop, so a thin layer of ice formed on the floor.In a place like the toilet, don't expect it to have heating. For ventilation, the windows here are kept wide open all year round. The weak heat has long been driven away by the air conditioner, and the doves have occupied the magpie's nest.Ordinary ghosts cannot touch living things, but they must be able to touch dead things. They will slip on the soles of their feet when they step on the ice, and they will also feel choking when their noses get water.The ghost, which fell into the clutches of Autumn Cool, had its head submerged in the sink, and the water overflowed its neck.It waved its arms desperately trying to stand up, but the soles of its feet slipped again and again, causing it to fall back heavily again and again.

Maybe it's really silly.Yu Qiuliang was speechless.

He wasn't interested in watching this fool perform juggling here, let alone bullying a fool.Yu Qiuliang grabbed the ghost by the collar and took it out of the sink.When the ghost saw him, it screamed and sat down on the ground as if it saw a more terrifying evil spirit.

"Get out!" Yu Qiuliang kicked him and cursed.

"Why didn't you kill me?" The ghost asked seriously with wide round eyes.Looking at his situation, he didn't want to die wholeheartedly, but for some reason, he asked this question.

Such questions are extremely ridiculous, and Yu Qiuliang didn't intend to answer them. He walked around the ghost and went back to the classroom to do his math papers.The ghost sat on the ground, watched him leave, stood up slowly while holding the sink, and was just about to follow him, but was burned by a sudden fire.

The pain came and ended too quickly, and the ghost turned into a pile of ashes falling on the ice before it could send out a distress signal.Step on it with one foot and spread the ashes away, and it will be even harder to turn back to be on duty.

When Yu Qiuliang returned to the classroom, he suddenly felt something was wrong.He looked at the sky outside, it was gloomy, and he didn't know if it was going to rain or snow.

"He won't take the bait." The short man stood in the innermost cubicle of the toilet, calling his companion in a low voice.On his body, he was wearing a shabby school uniform, which didn't match his appearance.Among contemporary high school students, there is no shortage of mature-looking ones. However, no matter whether they look old or not, ordinary high school students will not have accidents and shrewdness in their eyes.

The short man was playing with the lighter while talking to his companion on the other end of the phone.If Yu Qiuliang is standing here, he must recall the earnest teachings of the teachers: Don't smoke in the toilet, it will detonate the methane gas.Yu Qiuliang had no way of verifying the scientific nature of this statement. He was not good at science, so he couldn't tell whether the teachers were scaring people or seriously reminding them to be safe.In short, it is not good to hide in the toilet to smoke, and it is even worse to hide in the toilet and play with lighters.Children who play with fire wet the bed, and adults who play with fire should do the same.

"If he doesn't take the bait, just fight him. There are plenty of baits." On the other end of the phone, the black windbreaker stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows, watching the night view of the city condescendingly.Thousands of lights are on and off, which is quite beautiful in the night, but it still has to be called "light pollution".The pollution in the city is becoming more and more serious. From white pollution to light pollution, how many times has it changed?

Communication at work is the most taboo and tedious, nagging will make both parties lose patience.The short man got a word from him, cut off the call immediately, walked out of the toilet with his head down, sat in the empty classroom of the second year of high school, and waited for the students upstairs to finish school.Misunderstandings, misidentification—of course, there must be "beads" first, and then the mishmash can be successfully mixed.

The black windbreaker looked at the light ahead, and a short and thin figure appeared beside him.He still has a good card in his hand, and he will never let it go until the last moment.

Lu Huaiming sat in front of the computer desk with a dignified expression, while Chu Xiaohan beside him had the same ugly expression as him.There are two reasons for their bad mood: one is that Yu Xiasheng has assigned them new tasks, and the other is that a large number of previous tasks have not been completed.It's not that they deliberately procrastinate, the two of them have never procrastinated in completing tasks, it is Yu Xiasheng, the emperor of the common people, who has given them too many orders.

Du Xiaoyuan's efficiency was higher than anyone else's, but after she finished her duties, she disappeared immediately.Women are generally a little more meticulous than men. Lu Huaiming doesn't go shopping or buy clothes, but Du Xiaoyuan does.It's true that she is a workaholic, but she is not a workaholic like Yu Xiasheng who is always busy in the dark.

There are different types of workaholics, but people who don't want to work are all the same.There is no need for any reason to not want to work, a simple "don't want" is enough to cover everything.Lu Huaiming and the computer screen looked at each other affectionately for more than 10 minutes, and finally scratched his hair in resignation, and opened a new work document.

They were basically trifles, and what Yu Xiasheng meant was to ask him to arrange such trivial matters for Chu Xiaohan to do.Chu Xiaohan's qualifications are still young and she lacks experience. She can't do big things, but she can do small things.Lu Huaiming quickly categorized the tasks, and sent those that Chu Xiaohan should do to the other party's mailbox.Chu Xiaohan hugged the computer and left silently. She was also a poor person who was squeezed until there was not a drop of oil left.

Back pain and leg cramps are all due to too much work.Chu Xiaohan sighed slightly, rubbed her waist, and thumped her legs.It hurts, it hurts, and now both her shoulders hurt like they were falling off her.

Hey, if she lost her two arms, Yu Xiasheng would probably have to tell her to use her feet to work.

When Chu Xiaohan thought about it, her shoulder hurt even more.

She has other things to do later, she has to go home and do the laundry, then get a good night's sleep.Under the pressure of work, she has not closed her eyes for a long time, and she is eager to go home and embrace the soft and spacious big bed.

What job did Yu Xiasheng assign her?Chu Xiaohan took a sip of hot milk tea, feeling better, and finally had enough courage to open the work document.

Oh, it really is a trivial matter.

"Count the number of glass bottles in the cold storage." Chu Xiaohan whispered the words on the document.

She stretched, and walked out of the office with a cup of milk tea in her hand.