Wang Zhuo lay on He Hao's bed like a large baby.
He reached out and took the breakfast that He Hao had bought from the study table that He Hao had dragged over. He ate it lazily.
After eating, he took out an electronic reader from under He Hao's pillow. When he opened it, it was the horror novel that He Hao had read yesterday. Wang Zhuo added a bookmark to this page and flipped back to the first page to read.
He was usually playful, and his personality was like a monkey that could not sit still. Therefore, although he was not stupid, his grades were not very good. He had been hovering in the middle and lower reaches of the class. Occasionally, he would perform poorly and be able to reach the bottom ten.
If it were not for He Hao, who always spared no effort to keep an eye on him, Wang Zhuo would have fallen to an unimaginable state.
Wang Zhuo read novels very quickly.
He read more than ten chapters in one go, but the female lead did not appear. Only the male lead and the male supporting character were exchanging glances.
The part about ghosts was not scary. The more Wang Zhuo read, the more bored he felt. In addition, his body was indeed sleepy.
Therefore, he yawned, put the reader aside, and fell back to sleep.
Thinking about it, at this moment, the students had already started to attend Lao Zheng's class.
Wang Zhuo immediately slept even more comfortably!
Five minutes later.
Wang Zhuo, who was half-asleep, tugged at the blanket anxiously.
He pulled the blanket that only covered his chest to his chin. His body under the blanket also curled up.
He suddenly felt very cold.
It was a kind of cold that seeped through the cracks of his bones.
Wisps of gloomy coldness.
If he felt it carefully.
He would find that it was not a kind of overall cold caused by heat or the low external temperature. Instead, it was more like there was a small living creature with low temperature. Wherever it went, it would be cold. It wrapped around Wang Zhuo's calf, and Wang Zhuo's calf was cold. It stuck to Wang Zhuo's stomach, and Wang Zhuo's stomach was cold. It stuck to Wang Zhuo's back.
"Hiss …" Wang Zhuo shuddered and woke up from the cold.
Wang Zhuo reached out and patted his back. As expected, he didn't hit anything. However, the moment his palm landed on his back, Wang Zhuo could vaguely hear the cry of a baby. The cry was weak and ethereal, and it sounded like it came from the other side of the wall. But …
How could there be a baby in the high school boys' dormitory?!
Wang Zhuo woke up with a start, and his heart turned cold. He was actually a very courageous person. No horror movie or novel could scare him. Even playing with the Pen Spirit yesterday didn't scare him. As a fearless materialist, Wang Zhuo would never scare himself for no reason. However, he truly felt that there was a strange and gloomy atmosphere around him.
The dormitory was quiet for a few seconds. Wang Zhuo reached out to his back again. He felt very uncomfortable. There was a fine numbing itch on his back, like the feeling of his hair standing on end and rubbing against his clothes. However, the problem was that he wasn't wearing a shirt.
The moment Wang Zhuo's hand reached for his back, the baby's cry rang out again. This time, the sound was clearer, as if the invisible wall separating it had thinned out. Wang Zhuo had goosebumps all over his body because of the cry. He cursed in a rough voice and wanted to get off the bed and run out of the dormitory. However, he didn't know if it was because of the fever and diarrhea, but when Wang Zhuo stepped on the ground, he found that his legs were as soft as noodles. He could barely support his body. As soon as he stood up, he fell back heavily. The bed creaked under his weight. At the same time, the strange baby's voice rang out again, "Keke … Kekeke …"
This time, it was laughing.
It was the kind of laughter that a child would have. It was bright and clear. It seemed that the speed and difference brought about by Wang Zhuo's sudden fall was very interesting to the baby.
It was interesting, but Wang Zhuo was completely scared out of his wits because the sound was closer than before. Wang Zhuo struggled to stand up again, but the moment his butt left the bed, a young child's voice vaguely called out, "Daddy."
It sounded like a one-year-old baby who was learning to speak. This time, the voice was almost close to Wang Zhuo's ear …
It could be said that it was close at hand!
And the cold and piercing feeling once again attacked Wang Zhuo without warning. The fearless materialist Wang Zhuo was so scared that his eyes rolled back and he fainted!
An hour later.
It was the last ten minutes of the last class in the morning. They were teaching Lin Feiran's least favorite language. Lin Feiran stared at the blackboard with a serious face, but his mind was full of wild imagination. The tiresome summer wind suddenly puffed up the white curtains. The curtains cut off Lin Feiran's vision from everything in front of him for a few seconds. When the curtains fell again, Lin Feiran found that there was another person on the podium in front of the classroom.
It was a translucent Wang Zhuo.
To be precise, it was Wang Zhuo's soul.
He only wore a pair of loose pajama pants, and his hair was messy like a bird's nest. He looked like he had just woken up. His eyes were unfocused, as if he had lost the ability to think.
"How could it be …" Lin Feiran's face was pale.
Wang Zhuo was dead? Didn't he ask for leave because he had a fever? He was burned to death in just one morning!?
Lin Feiran's heart trembled. He suddenly stood up. Because he stood up too quickly, his thigh bumped into the table. The table and chair rubbed against the floor, making a piercing sound. The whole class looked in his direction.
"Teacher, I'm going to the bathroom!" Lin Feiran pushed Gu Kaifeng. Gu Kaifeng quickly stood up to make way. Lin Feiran rushed out like a gust of wind.
"School is about to end. Why are you going to the bathroom!?" The language teacher said angrily.
But Lin Feiran turned a deaf ear. When he passed by the podium, he used the hand that Cheng Guan had drawn a talisman on to grab the wrist of Wang Zhuo's soul. He dragged Wang Zhuo out of the classroom. Lin Feiran dragged Wang Zhuo's soul until his entire body flew up. Like a weightless balloon, his entire body floated behind Lin Feiran.
The language teacher opened his mouth to scold him, but Gu Kaifeng suddenly said, "Teacher, I'm going too."
After saying that, he followed Lin Feiran out of the classroom. He did not open his Yin-Yang Eye, so he did not know what was going on with Lin Feiran. But he knew that Lin Feiran must have seen something.
The language teacher's angry roar and the two's footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor. One of the boys mumbled, "You're so hungry," and the students laughed.
"Huff … Huff …" Lin Feiran ran as fast as he could towards the dormitory building. He had once read in his grandfather's notebook about how his grandfather saved people. It was said that a small portion of the newly dead could actually be saved. For example, a person who had died suddenly. Although the soul of this kind of person had left the body, if the soul was stuffed back into the body before the body turned cold and then resuscitated immediately, there was still a chance of survival.
Gu Kaifeng chased after him, "Ran Ran, what happened to you!?"
"I'll tell you later!" Lin Feiran ran without looking back.
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