At noon that day, the sun was shining, and there was no one in the school, so I went through the window and entered the classroom of a certain class in the third year of junior high school.

Thinking that the graduates should not come back, I looked around again, the curtains next to the blackboard were blown by the wind, I curiously checked the books in this drawer, there were textbooks, there were also some novels and prose magazines, all of which I had not read.

Later, I found out that there was a notebook sandwiched inside, very thick, scribbled and densely written, with dates marked every few pages, which looked like a diary. Thinking about the trouble, I took someone's diary, but I couldn't help but be curious and began to read it.

It's strange to say, it's obviously a diary, but the date is not continuous, it's not that it's not continuous, it's a paragraph, but it's changed to a date of another unknown year, and a paragraph is recorded in a row, it looks like this person is schizophrenic, or time and space are split.

By the way, I forgot to introduce who I am, and I don't know how to introduce it, I'm probably a ghost, and someone asked, why do you have to go through the window instead of going through the wall if you're a ghost, and I'm probably wearing a school uniform, and I think I'm a naughty teenager so I'm pretending to be flipping around.

Let's not talk about me for a while, let's go back to this diary, although the words are crazy and the time is out of order, but there are some novel stories, which I haven't seen before, and someone has asked, a ghost will feel novel when he looks at the story of a human being? Alas, sometimes I forget that I am a ghost, in fact, I don't remember why I became a ghost at all, I only know that I have been wandering around this school, and I didn't feel anything at first, but then I read the books and newspapers in the library as soon as I had time, and I also read anything with words, and slowly realized that I was a ghost. They can come and go and always have a place to go, and I wander around with no place to follow, the days just pass, in fact, it's just that my life has been too long, and I always feel that other people's are fresh~

Gotta got, forgot about the business again, this diary was originally wanted to be returned, but I wandered around and couldn't find the classroom anymore, so I thought about posting it on the Internet to find someone, and then someone wondered, ghosts can also go online? I can't tell you why, but there is a computer room in the laboratory building, and sometimes I go to see the bizarre news.

So I took my diary and walked to the experimental building, the sun was so hot that I rode the shadow of the tree and had some strange thoughts, why not learn from the bad excuses of the ancients to write novels, say where and where to get what stories, change the theme of the novel and then publish it, those are known to be excuses at a glance, I am a real thing, even the diary itself wrote "all this has happened, but it will eventually be forgotten." ”

As soon as the idea came to mind, I sped up the pace to go to the computer room, deliberated and privately divided the chapters, named the title, hid some of the key information of the owner, and began to upload it to the network little by little, hoping that the owner of the diary would find it, right?

Okay, what you're going to see next is the events recorded by the owner of the diary.