Cheng Chuifan and Jiang Can returned to school only to find that at the time of breakfast, the cafeteria and the classroom were full of students with spoons and knocking on the enamel bowls.

It was the first time for Jiang Lianzhong to come to school so early. Vice President Wang Xigen, Director of General Affairs Ge Shiqin, Director of Academic Affairs Jiang Xiaoming, Director of Moral Education Jiang Lianfa, and even cashier Yu Fenghua have arrived.

Vice Principal Wang Xigen took the director of moral education, Jiang Lianfa, to maintain order in the cafeteria, and Jiang Lianzhong took Ge Shiqin and Jiang Xiaoming to comfort the students in the dormitory.

After Cheng Chuifan and Jiang Can separated, they went straight to the bedroom to find Jiang Lianzhong.

The sky was very cloudy, and I saw that the rain was about to fall again.

"Principal Jiang, you really deserve to be the principal. Cheng Chuifan said sarcastically. Seeing so many children who were originally extremely frightened and worried about the rain leakage last night, Cheng Chuifan lost the least respect for Jiang Lianzhong.

"Cheng Chuifan, how did you talk to the principal?" Ge Shiqin scolded.

"You, Director Ge, are not qualified to reprimand me," Cheng Chuifan burst into flames, "The dormitory leaked like this, and Principal Jiang is mainly responsible, and you can't escape the involvement." ”

"Which pot are you not opening and which pot is not mentioned, when is this, everyone is panicking, what else are you talking about leaking rain?" Jiang Lianzhong said with a calm face.

"You're not going to do it on purpose, are you?" asked Ge Shiqin rhetorically.

"Yes, I deliberately did the whole thing, I was doing the whole thing all night last night," Cheng Chuifan was extremely speechless, "I don't believe that you are the leader, you have not heard of such a big thing that happened last night? Which one came to appease the students? Including Principal Jiang, which of you came? Not a few of our homeroom teachers are here." Say I can't open which pot to mention, please Principal Jiang, when I tidied up my house, I reminded the students that they live in a dilapidated house, so you never thought that it would leak when it rained?"

Jiang Xiaoming, the old director of academic affairs, said: "The sky has been sunny since the beginning of the school year, who would have thought of these things? Don't say this kind of thing, the most important thing now is to calm the mood of the students." ”

"Director Jiang, have you ever heard of the word "plan ahead?" Besides, the mood of stability is not here. The vast majority of students wait for food in classrooms or cafeterias. Cheng Chuifan was-for-tat.

"Ignore him," Jiang Lianzhong said with a look of disgust, "he's a madman at all." Let's go!"

The rain fell just in time. Jiang Lianzhong and several people held up umbrellas.

Cheng Chuifan stopped in front of these people, "The rain has fallen, why do you care about these few minutes? I let you see the extent of the rain leakage, will you say which pot I don't open and which pot I don't mention?"

"Get out of the way for me," shouted Ge Shiqin, "and the headmaster won't be able to get through when the rain is heavy." Are you really a madman?"

"Are you afraid that you won't be able to get by, or do you dare not face it?" Cheng Chuifan did not compromise at all, "If my behavior is the behavior of a madman, I will do such a madman." ”

All of a sudden, the rain became heavier, giving the impression that someone was standing in the sky and splashing water.

After a while, rain began to leak here and there in the boys' and girls' dormitories.

Cheng Chuifan didn't say another word, and rushed to his house in the rain.

Originally, his house was only 10 meters away from his dormitory.

……

The swarthy man Jiang Xiaokun took his family to the school to make trouble, and it was half past nine.

Prior to this, several parents of students from outside Jiang Village had come to the school to learn about the situation, some of them were wearing coats, some were wearing plastic skins (at that time, plastic skins were ponchos), some were walking, some were bicycles, but without exception they were more or less wet with their trouser legs or sleeves, and some were soaked all over.

Without exception, these parents went to the teacher's office to inquire about the situation, and some went to the principal's office to find out about the situation.

It's all based on love for your own children.

Because it was a Saturday, some parents waited for their children to get out of school, while others picked up their children during the break when the rain stopped.

Not to mention that the students did not want to listen to the class (there were not many students who were willing to listen to the class), even the teachers did not want to attend the class.

Teachers' offices, cafeterias, teachers' family rooms, as long as there are people, they are all talking about ghosts on campus.

It's really scary.

Jiang Xiaokun made such a fuss, and the hearts of the teachers and students of the school were even more uncertain.

"Lian Zhongha, we belong to a family, I shouldn't have said these words," Jiang Xiaokun's voice was particularly loud, and his hands were still covering his chest. "But seeing that Lian Chuan has been talking nonsense, Mu Mu is dumbfounded, my heart hurts as a father. ”

"Not really," the mother cried, "I regret letting him live in the dormitory yesterday." This boy doesn't listen to me. ”

"How is Lian Chuan now?" Jiang Lian Zhong asked, "Didn't you go to Dr. Zhang?"

"If I find it, will I still be reluctant to give up this money?" The swarthy man's expression was very exaggerated, "That old immortal, he actually said that my son is not sick?

"It's frightened, he can't find anything wrong. ”

"That doesn't mean my son isn't sick. ”

"I touched my son's forehead so hot, Dr. Zhang took his temperature, and said it was normal. The mother recounted, "That's not right. ”

The swarthy man patted his wife's hand, "Don't get involved, let me say." I wanted to smash his thermometer. ”

"Didn't you invite Aunt Xue?" Jiang Lianzhong asked again.

"Please, I've done it all. The first person I invited was Aunt Xue. But after seeing my son's condition, she performed a spell that made her forehead sweat. ”

"What is the reason?"

"She said that her Dao skills are too shallow, that is, my son is completely controlled by ghosts, and she can't drive them away!"

"Is it really so evil?" Jiang Lianzhong asked incredulously.

"That's why I'm looking for you. ”

"The problem is, Uncle Xiaokun, it's useless for you to look for me. I don't see a doctor either. Otherwise, I'll help you call 120 and send Lianchuan to the county hospital. Fees are out of school. ”

"Oh, Principal Lian Zhong, you will be wrong about what I meant," Jiang Xiaokun hurriedly said, "My son was scared, and he was sent to the county hospital, that is, to the regional hospital, and to the provincial hospital." The point is, this school can't stay!"

"What do you mean?" Jiang Lianzhong really didn't understand Jiang Xiaokun's true intentions.

"This school is haunted, can you still stay?" Jiang Xiaokun asked rhetorically, "Aren't there a few people in the village who haven't come to study? Aren't there people who have come to pick up the children home? Even the teachers don't dare to stay here to teach." ”

"What do you mean......"

"Relocate! Move the school, and you'll be fine!"

"Relocate the entire school?" Jiang Lianzhong was completely stunned. What he has been struggling with is that there is a ghost in the school, how he appeases the students and teachers, and how to report to the bureau, and he never thought of moving the school.

"Only when you move the school, we as parents, you as teachers, and students will your heart be determined, right?" The swarthy man's tongue was many times better than usual.

"Which principal can have the final say in the relocation of the entire school? This is a big project, and it needs the consent of the township and the bureau. The key is where the money comes from and where it will be moved. ”

"Where to move? Just move your grandfather's piece of land, isn't that ready-made? If you exchange the school land with your grandfather, will your grandfather still disagree? He will definitely support you!"

"No, no, it's not a small matter. Jiang Lianzhong was embarrassed.

"Then let me tell you, the principal's nephew, you don't want to relocate the campus, I don't agree. A lot of people won't agree. ”