The view of the campus is monotonous, and the little maruko quickly gets tired of it.

Although it sleeps in a bag, it still longs to breathe fresh air and absorb the essence of the sun and the moon.

And Fang Manman's home is a treasure of feng shui.

More than once, it secretly rubbed and pouted Fang Manman, and went home to live.

Even if you go back on Saturday and Sunday.

Fang Manman ruthlessly refused.

She knew that once she returned, Lu Ye would look for her.

In order to avoid this demon king, she even gave up her home temporarily.

Just asking Lu Ye to himself, it was a whim, and he slowly forgot about it.

On this day, it was Friday again, everyone went back, and the dormitory was empty.

Xiao Yuanzi didn't know where to go, and after Fang Manlong washed up, he got into the bed.

The weather was already cool, and she covered her fur coat with the quilt.

It was not yet eight o'clock, and Fang Manman actually couldn't sleep.

But she didn't want to read.

Those books, turning over and over, she can memorize them backwards.

So boring.

Fang Manman thought that he would have to go to school tomorrow, go to the street to buy some extracurricular books and come back to stock.

She had thought so for a long time.

It's just that I don't want to spend money indiscriminately.

Although there is no shortage of money, you can't buy whatever you want like in the past.

Falling asleep in a daze, she felt as if someone was walking underneath.

Yes, the sound of soft footsteps.

Fang Manman suddenly sobered up.

The sound of footsteps became clearer and clearer.

Moreover, it was walking back and forth, one moment to this side of the window, and the other time to turn back and walk to the door.

It seems to scratch the door a few times.

Then, he came over with a kick and a tap.

Fang Man trembled with fright.

"Balls! Balls! ”

She called out to the playful elves in her heart.

But there was no response.

And the footsteps stopped in front of her window.

An old woman's voice rang out.

"Kid, I know you're not asleep.

Come, get up, we nag! ”

Fang Manman: "......"

She did her best, holding her breath and not moving.

After a minute, the voice sighed.

"Come, get up yourself.

I don't have hands, I can't lift your covers. ”

When Fang Manman heard this, although he was skeptical, he quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Just stay still.

Sure enough, the voice chattered for almost half an hour, and it didn't really get close to Fang Changman.

Fang Manman was glad that he had the habit of sleeping with his head covered.

For this, when she was a child, she didn't know how much she was scolded by Fang Ying.

Even my aunt said that sleeping with her head covered is not good for her health.

It is easy to hold your breath and suck the fine fluff on the quilt into your lungs.

But Fang is long and has never corrected it.

She always felt that sleeping like this gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

And at this moment, it is to bring her a real sense of security.

From the staccato voice of the voice, she had already judged that this was a soul trapped here.

While building the dormitory building, the middle-aged woman was crushed to death by a falling wall and broke her hands.

The entire residence hall has five floors, and each floor has ten rooms.

This spirit has lost its way, and for more than ten years, every night, it has wandered in various rooms.

But she never harmed anyone. She likes children very much and has a pair of children of her own.

She was talking to the students, and the children couldn't hear her.

This time, she could feel the little doll in the quilt and hear her.

Also, you can hear her walking.

Her eyes saw it real.

Every time she walked farther, the little doll's quilt regained its calm. Stopped in front of her, and she trembled terribly.