The emaciated man didn't respond to me, turned around and left.

I glanced back at my classmates, and most of them looked at me with compassion and pity, as if I had gone this time and would never come back.

There are a few people who look at people differently, and what they see in them is schadenfreude.

We don't know each other, and I just transferred to this school today, and many of my classmates can't be named, so why would they gloat?

"Cao Taiyi, hurry up."

The head teacher, who was walking in front, noticed that I was not following in his footsteps, so he turned around and called me.

I said yes and walked out of the classroom quickly.

The situation outside makes me a little sluggish, is this still a school?

Our classroom is on the second floor, and the hallway outside the classroom is stained with dirt.

The guardrail at the very edge of the corridor is terrible and tattered, many places have burst, and the steel and concrete have fallen off.

I even doubt that if someone kicked the guardrail hard, the guardrail would just collapse.

There is a concrete floor under your feet that can easily see the cracks, this is definitely a dangerous house, and the school leaders are really big in the middle of the class.

Let's not talk about the classroom, but this kind of dilapidated building can never be used as a classroom.

I followed in the footsteps of the head teacher in front of me, paying attention to my surroundings as I walked forward.

There were four classrooms on the second floor, all of which were empty except for the one in which we were in the house, but the desks inside were neatly arranged.

Walking down from the second floor, the stairs under my feet were also full of all kinds of weird and terrifying cracks, as if they would completely crack and collapse just by stepping on it.

It's just that my worries are unnecessary, and the emaciated teacher stepped on it at the same time as me, and the stairs didn't even shake for a moment, and they were very firm.

Walking down the stairs, there is a small square in front of the teaching building, and the ground is full of fallen leaves, and I don't know how long no one has cleaned it.

The whole square has an air of corruption and decay, and I really don't know what the other staff in the school are doing.

There are also four classrooms downstairs, and there are also no people, half of them, and the desks inside are very messy.

"Is there no one in class here?"

I hesitated, but I couldn't help but ask the head teacher.

"Our school is old like this, and there are still people there who want to come? You students are the last batch of students in our school. The head teacher smiled, no one was right.

I don't know if what he said is true or false, but in this case, I can only choose to believe it.

After walking about a semi-circle from the school building, I came to the side of the huge locust tree.

No wonder I couldn't see the whole picture, mainly because it was so big that it would take at least five or six people to hold the torso alone.

It's the first time I've seen such a huge and stout locust tree.

The locust tree is full of leaves of unknown thickness, and the leaves are piled up, giving off a strange stale smell due to fermentation.

"Don't be surprised, this tree, I heard that it is hundreds of years old, and I don't know what some leaders are doing, such an old tree should have been listed as a protected heritage a long time ago, but many people don't seem to have seen it."

Speaking of the big locust tree, the head teacher's words have obviously increased, one sentence after another, without giving me any chance to speak.

I just listened and followed him around the big locust tree.

Behind the big locust tree is a row of bungalows, antique houses, it looks like it should be a house from the Republic of China or more ancient eras, I can't tell the specific year, after all, I'm not from an archaeology major, I just think it's almost the same as the appearance of an ancient series on TV.

What kind of heritage should such an old house belong to?

"This is the teacher's office and the teacher's dormitory, so don't run around if you have nothing to do, we have a female teacher. The boys' dormitory ends in this row of rooms. You're lucky, there's a vacant room here, a single room. ”

The head teacher smiled and led me on.

The office door was suddenly pushed open, and a figure came out inside, it was Bu Wan, who had just been called to the office by the female teacher.

Bu Wan's expression was sluggish, her little face was pale, her expression was in a trance, and her whole soul seemed to be sucked away.

She clasped her hands to her chest and hugged herself tightly, as if she was afraid of something, like something was following her.

Bu Wan passed us in a trance, her eyes glazed over, like a very beautiful puppet doll.

I glanced over the office, and through the slightly open door, I could faintly see a dark shadow flashing.

All you can see is this, and the office door is already closed.

He followed the head teacher to the last room, the door was unlocked, and he just pushed it lightly and opened the door.

There was an old smell of decay in the room, the smell was a little choking, and a lot of dust flew up when I walked in.

"It's been a long time since I've lived there, and it's a little dirty, but it's good to clean it." The head teacher touched his head a little embarrassed, probably he didn't expect that it would be dirty like this.

I smiled and didn't care, it was just a matter of cleaning up, and it wasn't that troublesome.

"I noticed that you rarely speak, were you bullied at the original school? You can rest assured, as long as you are in our school, this kind of thing will never happen, if there is, you can tell the teacher directly, and the teacher will help you get angry. ”

The head teacher spoke very atmosphericly, with a big bag, patting his emaciated chest and saying.

"Thank you, teacher, I don't think it's needed."

I originally wanted to say yes, but I don't know why I had a feeling in my brain that I had to refuse, although I didn't know why I felt this way.

But I habitually follow my feelings, so I unceremoniously refuse the kindness of the head teacher, and as for whether the head teacher will retaliate against me, I really didn't think about this.

"Then you clean up first, and the teacher will go back to the classroom first to see if the group of people are lazy again."

When the homeroom teacher left, I started to clean up the dormitory.

The dormitory is simple, with only four beds, four wall cabinets, and dust everywhere on the beds because no one lives there.

I first pushed the window open, but a strong stench suddenly poured into the dormitory, almost a physical stench, and I almost couldn't help but vomit.

I quickly closed the window, what the fuck is going on? Is there a septic tank behind the dorm?

How can it stink so much? No wonder no one wants to come to school in this kind of place, it is estimated that the dilapidated condition of this school alone will scare away many people, and the stench of these households can smoke people to death, so the ghosts are willing to come.

I had to close the windows and start dusting the house.

The room was small and not much furnished, so I cleaned it easily.

But the four huge cabinets leaning against the corner made me feel a little palpitations inexplicably, and I always felt that something might suddenly pop out of those cabinets.