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In Lan Qiaoyi's eyes, the end of the corridor suddenly turned into a black mist, as if some monster was hiding around the corner.

"What are you thinking?" The boy walking in front suddenly turned his head and looked at him and asked.

For some reason, when Feng Qingsheng's indifferent eyes looked at him, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly felt as if he had been seen through from head to toe by the other party, and his heart tightened unconsciously.

The beautiful boy was standing not far away, wearing a white T-shirt, like a timid flower, unconsciously clenched his hand hanging by his side, when he heard the boy's question, he raised his head and trembled road;

"Ah, Ah Sheng, tell me, why is there no one in those classrooms?"

After saying these words, those dark eyes flashed, and the small and white Adam's apple rolled slightly. At first glance, it looked like a deer that might be frightened at any time.

Hearing his words, the boy who was originally indifferent, even when threatened by the female teacher standing in front of him with a pointer, suddenly smiled.

The sound of footsteps of "Ba ba ba da—" sounded in the corridor.

Lan Qiaoyi stood on the spot, watching the other person walking towards him step by step with his whole body tense.He moved his heels slightly, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and run, but he was afraid of completely exposing his back to the sight of the prey.

"What are you talking about? Why is there no one in class?"

The speaker stopped at the door of the unoccupied classroom just now, and under Lan Qiaoyi's surprised eyes, he stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.

There was a "clang—" sound from the door, followed by Feng Qingsheng's voice:

"Look—there's clearly someone inside."

As soon as he finished speaking, the bell rang for the end of get out of class, "Dinglingling—" One after another, students came out from the door of the classroom where Feng Qingsheng was standing.

In an instant, many students appeared in the originally empty corridor.

And Feng Qingsheng was still standing at the door of that classroom, looking at Lan Qiaoyi from a distance.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly heard the voice from the main system in his mind:

[Random event evaluation: As a transfer student, it is wrong for you to skip class without permission.The teacher-level NPC's favorability value for you has reached a negative number. ]

[Reminder: When the negative value of the NPC's favorability towards the tasker reaches 100, it will cause unpredictable consequences. ]

The boy's heart tightened, and he realized that this was a warning from the main system: he must do something to reverse the NPC's bad favorability value for him at this time.

The warnings from the main system kept appearing in the boy's mind. He looked at the students with smiles on their faces after class, and suddenly thought:

During the 10 minutes after class, the "student" is not controlled by the "teacher", but what about when the class is in session?

He couldn't help but think of the pointer in the female teacher's hand, and his heart trembled.After meeting the faint gaze of the boy not far away, he suddenly raised his foot and ran towards Feng Qingsheng.

"A...A Sheng."

The back of the hand on the boy's arm was fair, with a hint of pink on the fingertips. The beautiful young man looked at the boy timidly, his bright red lips parted and closed:

"I was in a hurry just now, and I even took you to skip class. Is there... Is there any way to make the teacher less angry?"

Feng Qingsheng looked down at the young man with exquisite eyebrows and eyes, and said in a light tone:

"Of course there is a way."

Lan Qiaoyi's eyes lit up.Subconsciously increased the strength of holding the boy's arm, and asked almost eagerly:

"any solution--?"

The corners of the lips of the boy in front of him suddenly curled up slightly. Amidst the young man's dazed expression, the voice in the air was rarely smiling:

"Of course it's to make up for it."

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, and instantly remembered "what happened last night" that the female teacher just said in her mind.

"Ah Sheng, may I ask, what happened last night?"

As soon as the words fell, the boy subconsciously waved his hands and said:

"Don't get me wrong, I don't doubt you."

Throughout the whole process, Feng Qingsheng just looked at the boy silently and quietly.

He suddenly had a strange thought: maybe his previous thought was wrong.

At first, he felt that this strange transfer student was so bold that he dared to come forward and ask him to help him climb over the school wall.And then, in class, he openly disobeyed the teacher because of him, leading himself to skip class.

But it wasn't until just now that he realized that the person in front of him might not be as courageous as he had imagined.

Teenage fear does not seem fake.

Feng Qingsheng frowned unconsciously, feeling curious about a person for the first time.

He opened his mouth and said:

"Aren't you curious about what happened last night? Why don't you go and see for yourself today."

As the boy's voice fell, the voice of the main system sounded at this moment:

[Current task: Find the instigator hiding in the dark.Completion reward: NPC favorability card (the owner can use this card on any NPC to increase the other party's favorability towards him.)]

At this moment, the warm touch of the boy's palm came from the wrist, Lan Qiaoyi moved his gaze upwards, and saw Feng Qingsheng's calm gaze at this moment:

"It's almost time for class."

Soon, the preparatory bell rang, and there were fewer and fewer students in the corridor until it became empty again.

To his surprise, the boy who was originally thought to be timid would choose to return to the classroom because he was afraid of violating the rules.But I didn't expect that even though the other party's eyes were struggling when he looked at the boy, he still shook his head and said:

"A Sheng, you go to class first, I...I have other things to do."

Because of his previous guesses about the relationship between teachers and students, Lan Qiaoyi is very nervous now, and he is a little afraid of meeting the teacher who is an NPC.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of footsteps at the end of the corridor.The boy was startled, and subconsciously wanted to turn around, but he had to stop in place because his wrist was held by the boy.

The owner of the footsteps finally appeared in Lan Qiaoyi's sight. It was a middle-aged male teacher with a somewhat fat figure. He held a lesson plan in his hand and looked smiling. There were many creases at the corners of his eyes, which gave people The feeling is completely different from the somewhat fierce female teacher I have seen before.

When the male teacher passed by him, because he didn't want to attract his attention, Lan Qiaoyi subconsciously stepped back, and stood on the edge of the corridor with his head slightly lowered.

But despite this, he still underestimated the importance of NPC favorability. When passing by them, the male teacher suddenly stopped. He turned his head to look at them, and suddenly said:

"You two... the class bell has already rung, why don't you enter the classroom?"

When questioned, the boy's long, dark eyelashes trembled slightly, and the hand hanging by his side grabbed the corner of the boy's clothes at some point.

Before Lan Qiaoyi could answer, the male teacher's eyes shifted to the boy in the white T-shirt, he suddenly frowned, and his face suddenly changed.

In the next second, the other party's heavy voice sounded in the corridor:

"Which class are you from? Why haven't I seen you before?"

Hearing this, Lan Qiaoyi's heart trembled, his eyes drooped slightly, his red lips subconsciously tightened, his expression looked a little nervous.

Look at him like this.The male teacher suddenly became suspicious, and he pressed further:

"Who the hell are you? Why don't you speak? You must be a bad student. How dare you wander in the corridor during class time!"

His voice became louder and his emotions became more and more agitated. The fat flesh on his stomach was trembling, and he was about to walk towards Lan Qiaoyi.

The boy was startled, and subconsciously wanted to turn around and run away.

At this moment, he was suddenly wrapped around the waist by Feng Qingsheng who was silent just now.

Just when he was in a daze, the boy's hand on his waist suddenly increased his strength, and he didn't know where he pressed it. The next second, Lan Qiaoyi's body softened, and he half leaned against Feng Qingsheng's arms.

"Teacher." The boy with a stern face raised his head.Looking at the male teacher who was approaching aggressively, he said in a deep voice:

"He and I are in the same class. He asked for leave just now because he was not feeling well. Now I will accompany him to the school infirmary."

Almost as soon as these words were said, the face of the male teacher changed. Lan Qiaoyi raised his eyes cautiously, and saw the other party's face suddenly becoming kinder. He said with a smile:

"So it's because you're not feeling well, so go to the school doctor's office quickly, the teacher has to go to class first."

Feng Qingsheng nodded, and was about to take the boy away from him.

Just when the two passed him by, the male teacher suddenly looked at them sideways and said:

"You must abide by the school rules. A student who doesn't listen to the teacher is not a good student."

Feng Qingsheng clearly felt the boy in his arms trembling slightly, a trace of inexplicable emotion flashed across his eyes, and he responded lightly:

"Good teacher."

The boy took Lan Qiaoyi out of the teacher's sight, and it wasn't until he went downstairs that the boy looked up at the sharp-edged side faces of the people around him with embarrassment, pursed his lips, and said cautiously:

"Thank you for helping me just now."

The boy let go of the hand that was originally placed on the boy's waist, and replied:

"Don't you help me too?"

Hearing this, Lan Qiaoyi thought with some embarrassment: If skipping classes can be considered as a help, then the NPC's favorability for him will not decrease.

It's just that the boy didn't continue to worry about this matter, he asked instead:

"Where are you going?"

Although he didn't attend class, Lan Qiaoyi didn't intend to wander around the campus, because the dungeon was forced to be sent out in the last world, and he didn't have enough time to learn about the dungeon of [Fengling High School].

And the main system arranged for him to come here one day earlier than the other missions, which gave him a chance in disguise: when the missionaries did not come, this copy is temporarily safe.

So, Lan Qiaoyi looked at the boy who was "forced" to skip class with him, thought for a while, and said with a smile:

"A Sheng, can you go to the library with me?"

There is no better place to learn about the history of a school than the library.

When the two entered the library, the librarian sitting in front looked up at them. He pushed the eyes on his face and said coldly:

"Take out your student card."

Lan Qiaoyi was taken aback for a moment, then looked at the boy beside him in a daze.

Feng Qingsheng took out his student card from his pocket and handed it to the administrator:

"He's a new transfer student and doesn't have a student card. And we don't borrow books, we just go in and have a look, and he'll be out in a while."

Hearing this, the administrator's expression relaxed a little, and he allowed the boy to go in with Feng Qingsheng.

Only then did Lan Qiaoyi heave a sigh of relief, and he followed behind the boy.It wasn't until I walked around a corner that I couldn't see the administrator that I asked:

"Ah Sheng, do you know where I can find books on school history? I want to... get to know our school."

Feng Qingsheng glanced down at Lan Qiaoyi, and after a while, he said lightly:

"This way."

The library of Fengling High School is relatively large, and Lan Qiaoyi followed Feng Qingsheng.After passing by the number of labels, I finally saw the bookshelf marked with the word [School History] at a corner.

His white and slender fingers slid across the spine of the book one by one, and finally landed on a book called "The Old History of Fengling". Lan Qiaoyi pulled it out and opened the title page.

In the next second, his eyes widened slightly, and a line of blood-red words was clearly reflected in the dark eyes:

[Quick...run—die! ]

His hand trembled, and the heavy book fell down without holding it firmly.

——but was caught by another big hand with well-defined joints.

"What's wrong with you?" the boy asked with downcast eyes.

Because the school history books are located in the southwest corner of the library, the light here is not very good during the day, only a little sunlight shines through the slanted window above the corner, reflecting on the boy's fair and beautiful side face , amidst the mottled light and shadow, those red lips trembled slightly:

"The first page of this book..."

Perhaps seeing his hesitation to speak, the boy stretched out his hand and opened the heavy book.

"There's nothing on it."

Under the nervous eyes of the young man, Feng Qingsheng turned the book in his hand, and after seeing the blank title page clearly, Lan Qiaoyi opened his eyes wide in disbelief.

He just realized...

"What did you see up there?"

Feng Qingsheng asked calmly, but Lan Qiaoyi didn't answer. He took the book from the boy's hand, sat on the stool next to him, and eagerly flipped through the pages.

A strange thing happened, until he flipped through the whole book indiscriminately, but he still didn't see the line of blood red words just now.

After searching for nothing, Lan Qiaoyi finally chose to give up in frustration, and turned to read the book in his hand seriously.

Turning over the title page, the first thing that catches the eye is an old black and white photo, which introduces the age of Fengling High School so far.

Lan Qiaoyi was a little surprised and said:

"It turns out that our school has a history of 100 years. I really can't see it."

He couldn't help but think of the brand new teaching buildings he saw when he entered the campus.

Hearing this, Feng Qingsheng who was sitting beside her moved slightly, and said lightly:

"Has it been so many years?"

Lan Qiaoyi continued to flip through the pages. This book is thick and contains a lot of things.

Those black and white words seemed to have a magical charm, attracting him to look back one by one. With the sound of "crash--" the pages of the book were turned, the young man was a little surprised to find that there was actually a record at the back of the book. With some strange campus talk.

The two sat in the corner of the library, and they were next to each other without knowing it.

Feng Qingsheng sniffed the faint fragrance emanating from the boy's body in the air, and a surprised voice sounded in his ear:

"A Sheng, look—"

Feng Qingsheng's eyes moved over, and the youth's pale fingertips lightly tapped on the page, and what he was pointing at happened to be the four big characters [Wandering Ghost].

He looked down the line of words, moved his thin lips slightly, and read at a moderate speed:

"Every night at 12 o'clock, a wandering ghost will appear somewhere in the school. Anyone who sees him will follow him unconsciously until he is led to the roof and falls to his death."

When the boy read this, Lan Qiaoyi suddenly felt a little chill all over.

Feng Qingsheng turned his gaze, and he took in the boy's nervous expression. Seeing that Xiaomei looked a little scared, the boy simply took the book from his lap.

Cold white fingers turned over the edge of the page, and continued to read:

"[Cursed Classroom]: In an abandoned classroom in the teaching building of Fengling High School, there was a tragic murder case. Since then, that classroom has been closed. It is said that if one is unlucky, a certain unlucky People will inadvertently step into this classroom..."

There are also some stories with inexplicable and scary names, such as [Nv Huai] [Knocker]...

It seems that understanding these strange things is always good to pass the time. After Feng Qingsheng finally stopped talking about it, Lan Qiaoyi still asked a little bit more:

"And then, is it gone?"

The boy nodded. Seeing this, Lan Qiaoyi asked curiously:

"Do these stories really exist? And how does the person who wrote the book know?"

Feng Qingsheng's expression looked a little cold:

"Perhaps someone who has experienced it firsthand."

When he said this, his expression was so natural that Lan Qiaoyi didn't feel that there was anything wrong with this sentence.

Unknowingly, time passed quietly, and when Lan Qiaoyi looked up again and saw the dim light coming in from the window above the library, he suddenly realized that it was already afternoon.

——The students should all be out of school.

As soon as this idea appeared, Lan Qiaoyi heard the sound of "cuckoo——" from his stomach, and the boy blushed instantly with embarrassment.

A smile flashed across the eyes of the boy who had been by his side all the time. He put the heavy book in his hand back to its original place, and walked over to lift the boy up from the stool.

Lan Qiaoyi said with a slightly stunned expression:

"Let's go, let's eat."

People depend on food, and for a moment, Lan Qiaoyi forgot the weird school talk in the book just now. He was held by a boy, his bright red lips were slightly pursed, the dimples on his cheeks were faintly visible, and the dark eyes in his dark eyes were filled with tears. With a smile:

"it is good."

Although this is a century-old school, when Lan Qiaoyi walked into the restaurant, he found that the canteens seemed to have been renovated, and even the teaching buildings that passed by looked very brand new.

But soon, his attention was attracted by the delicious food.

Today's dishes are very rich, and after he is full, Lan Qiaoyi feels that his whole body is full of motivation, as if the lost energy has returned to his body at this time.

After dinner, the students returned to their dormitories one after another. Because today is Monday, and Fengling High School implements closed management, the students are about to start a week-long dormitory life.

Lan Qiaoyi was a little worried. Although he now has the status of a student, if he wants to know which dormitory he lives in, he still needs to ask the NPC.

Thinking of the favorability of those NPCs towards him at this time, the young man subconsciously felt a little timid.

Seemingly seeing his embarrassment, the boy beside him turned to him and said:

"One person has moved out of my dormitory."

Lan Qiaoyi's eyes lit up, he subconsciously quickened his pace and trotted to the boy's side, and asked in surprise:

"Then can I live with Ah Sheng?"

"Ah."

Feng Qingsheng's answer came from beside his ear.

The boys' dormitory looked clean and tidy. There were two single beds as soon as you entered the door. The daily necessities in the dormitory were all brand new.

Maybe it was because he was too tired. After taking a shower, Lan Qiaoyi lay on the bed. Originally, he just wanted to rest for a while, to recharge his spirits before going to check what happened last night, but he didn't expect to fall asleep directly .

Darkness is coming soon.

"Crack, clatter—" footsteps sounded.

Lan Qiaoyi sat up from the bed in a daze, and subconsciously asked in a drowsy state, "A Sheng, is that you?"

There was no one around to answer, the young man pulled himself together and walked out of the dormitory. When he looked up, the figure of the boy was not far away.

Lan Qiaoyi suddenly remembered what he did tonight, and he hurriedly said:

"Stand there and wait for me."

"Squeak—" With a sound, the door of the dormitory behind him was closed.