"Xiaoli, open the door." Wenwen saw that Xiao Li was still holding the doorknob, and she couldn't open the door from the outside, so she couldn't wait to scream.

"I, I can't open the door, you let go." Xiaoli also felt strange, he had obviously pushed out, but why couldn't this door be opened?

"I don't have any strength." Wenwen's voice was still kept out

"I don't have either!" Xiaoli was sure that the way he opened the door was not wrong.

The two of them tried for a long time, and finally confirmed that because this was a large classroom at the end of the corridor, the door with a double-open latch was used, and now this door may have been shaken down and locked because the small door was too tight before.

"Xiaoli, you wait here, I'll go to the office to find out if there is anyone ......" After the two discussed the possibility that it might be locked, Wenwen decided to go to the office to see if there were any teachers or if she would meet other adults.

"Come back soon......"

As soon as Xiaoli's words were finished, Wenwen's footsteps ran away little by little, little by little.

Mo Xiaoli stayed alone in the large classroom with no one at the end of the corridor.

At the beginning, she was still thinking about when Wenwen would be able to bring the teacher over.

But as time passed, her center of gravity seemed to be drawn to some dark corner of the classroom.

Everyone has had a similar experience.

When you can't see something in a corner in the middle of the light, you always feel like someone, or something, is looking at you.

At this moment, Mo Xiaoli is in such a mood, she is tormented by her rich imagination.

Maybe it's a plot clip of a horror movie I've watched, maybe it's a weird campus talk I've heard, or maybe it's just some thoughts hidden deep in my heart.

The devil is always hiding in our hearts.

Mo Xiaoli took out his mobile phone, turned on the flashlight, illuminated the surroundings as much as possible, and mustered up a little courage to find the switch not far away.

Just turn the lights on and there's nothing to be afraid of.

"Bang Bang Bang ......"

Long incandescent lamps, flashing a few times in the classroom, illuminated the neat desks one after the other.

Mo Xiaoli exhaled, now there won't be any strange thoughts to scare himself.

With that in mind, she turned and scanned the trapezoidal classroom.

In the first row closest to the podium, an old man with messy hair sat quietly.

Time seemed to stand still at the same time that Mo Xiaoli found this old man!

"Ah~~~~"

Mo Xiaoli felt that he was about to be scared to death.

Who would have thought that there would really be a person sitting in a dark classroom?

Isn't that supposed to be just everyone's fantasy?

Why did this kind of self-YY with something in the dark come true?!!!

Mo Xiaoli felt like he was going crazy! She desperately lined up at the locked gates, screaming frantically, hoping that someone would save her.

But all these efforts were of no avail.

The old man with messy hair suddenly stood up at this time, and then walked in the direction of Mo Xiaoli step by step.

Mo Xiaoli was completely devastated, she felt that she was going to pee her pants, and her whole scalp was tingling. She begged the heavens, this thing must not really come here.

But God didn't listen to him at all, and the strange old man just left Mo Xiao like this, as if he was coming for her.

Mo Xiaoli's whole leg was frightened, she just sat on the ground like this, crying, from the beginning of "Bodhisattva bless" and "God bless" to the back of the strange old man getting closer and closer to become "I xx, your mother xx" and "I xxxxx" But when these two had no effect, Xiaoli began to beg each other, all kinds of begging, all kinds of wishes.

But the mysterious old man walked by himself as if he had not heard her words at all.

It wasn't until she stood in front of Mo Xiaoli that Mo Xiaoli saw his wrinkled face smiling at him.

And then

He just like that, he stretched out a hand, and slowly, slowly, opened the rusty door: "This door has to be pulled and then pushed before it can be opened." ”

The old man's words almost made Mo Xiaoli completely collapse. She doesn't remember how Wenwen found her, and she doesn't know how she went back to her bedroom with Wenwen.

She just kept crying, crying, crying.

"Xiaoli, don't cry, don't cry." Wenwen kept comforting her, "That strange professor is like this, always wandering around the laboratory building, and then doing some incomprehensible behavior, it's really too much!" ”

Mo Xiaoli looked at Wenwen aggrievedly, Wenwen just kept comforting her, but Mo Xiaoli couldn't tell her why she was crying, so she could only cry more sadly.

When crying, people always look particularly fragile and tired, she hugged Wenwen helplessly, and vented her discomfort together with Yin Sijie who was going abroad.

Wenwen just listened quietly and comforted, in the role of her best friend, until Mo Xiaoli fell asleep.

"Ding Dong~" After Mo Xiaoli fell asleep, a WeChat message came to her mobile phone.

Wenwen picked it up and looked at the person who sent the letter, it was Yin Sijie.

She couldn't help but show an indescribable sad expression.

At the beginning, she first fell in love with this talented man in the chemistry department, but she kept it quietly in her heart, she felt that he was so good, so good, she was not worthy of him.

When he was with Mo Xiaoli, she didn't believe it.

In terms of figure, appearance, and past, she is not as close as half of her fingers.

But why, did Yin Sijie really agree to her?

Wenwen thought about it for a long, long time, probably because he didn't want to hurt her.

Because he is such a good man.

was confessed in public by a stupid girl, and if she refused immediately, it would hurt a lot.

will definitely dump Mo Xiaoli in a few days.

Wenwen thought so, but things didn't go the way she thought they would. A year has passed, and he Yin Sijie is still with the mediocre Mo Xiaoli?

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't understand it even more.

Because, in her heart: Yin Sijie should have been her own!

Wenwen picked up Mo Xiaoli's mobile phone, swiped the lock screen, and entered Yin Sijie's birthday with ease, and the password was solved.

"Have you done anything?" The text of WeChat is written like this, and an expression of touching the head is added to it.

Is this how Yin Sijie cares about people?

Wenwen replied word by word, replying as Mo Xiaoli, looking at her appearance, it seems that this is not the first time.