Chapter 3 There is singing in the middle of the night

Xu Weirui was not a student of Jiangxia High School after all, so she couldn't stay here for a long time, and she left quickly. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhang Qingye didn't care about Xu Weirui's stay, after all, he and Xu Weirui were not very familiar with each other.

Evening self-study is still the same, but because of today's events, evening self-study is really just self-study, but there is a lot of homework, anyway, the third year of high school is generally spent in brushing questions, and they are also prepared, so it doesn't matter.

The Chinese teacher is a woman over forty years old, with an ordinary appearance, wearing glasses, as a class teacher, she is also very aura on weekdays, at least in her class, no one dares to make trouble. The last two evening self-study sessions tonight were Chinese classes, so the students of Class 312 were very quiet.

In the silent classroom, the students are all brushing various questions with their heads down, and the questions in the liberal arts are different from those in the sciences, which people often say. A set of science questions is brushed down, and only half a pen is needed. But a pen is only enough to brush half a set of liberal arts questions.

Although it is a bit exaggerated, but it is also about the same, the various questions of science are redundant to calculate, although it is difficult, but the number of words is not much, but the liberal arts are different, and the answer to the liberal arts questions is always a variety of word counts, all kinds of more.

Therefore, in the liberal arts class, almost all of the pens keep wandering on the paper, which looks very boring and dull.

The lights are shining, and although the night has fallen, the campus is still bright.

At the beginning of nine o'clock, the bright campus suddenly fell into darkness, and then endless cheers instantly spread throughout the campus.

The power went out, which was a rare joy, but the students didn't dare to be too arrogant, and after just a few shouts, they returned to peace.

But many students who were waiting for the end of school did not wait for the end of school, because it was only a short time, and then they called again.

The helpless students can only finish the last class, although they have infinite reluctance in their hearts, but there is no way to do it.

At ten o'clock, the bell rang for the end of class, and the teacher rarely did not drag the class, and one after another students left the classroom and returned to the dormitory, and some day students left the school at night.

Today is Zhang Qing's night duty, and there are a few girls, but in the liberal arts class, boys are actually very angry, at least some of the so-called hard work, you need to take the initiative to take it.

For example, taking out the garbage, can't girls take it out? Of course, you can, but if a good-looking woman stands in front of you and asks you to help, it's really hard to refuse.

Zhang Qingye is the most popular boy in class 312, although the number of boys in their class can be counted on both hands.

Zhang Qingye is very handsome, fair-skinned and good-looking, plus he is a little introverted, and in a place where yin and yang are declining, it is easy to be bullied by girls.

So once it was the day of his duty, he almost always emptied the trash cans, but there were always girls willing to accompany him.

But not today, someone just died in the morning, and the garbage heap is far away, these girls really don't want to go, and Zhang Qingye can only go alone.

Carrying the trash can, walking in the teaching area where there were no more people, Zhang Qingye was actually hairy in his heart. So I could only speed up my pace, take out the garbage and hurry back.

By the time he returned to the classroom, all the people were gone, and he was the only one left on the entire floor. The lights in each classroom were turned off, and only the lights in the willow corridor were left, which seemed a little dark.

"When is the bright moon...... Wine...... Ask Qingtian ......"

Zhang Qingye turned off the lights and was about to leave when a woman's singing voice suddenly came from his ears, which was far away and sometimes near, seemed to be in his ears, and seemed to be far away.

This water tune song is not a cheerful song in the first place, and it is even more sad to be sung by this woman. Zhang Qingye also frowned when he heard this, and his heart was stunned.

"I don't know the heavenly palace, what year is the ...... tonight" The singing continued, and Zhang Qingye's cold hair stood on end, Zhang Qingye was ready to leave quickly, thinking back on the experience of this day and night, he was really scared.

But Zhang Qingye had just taken a step, and the lights in the corridor suddenly flashed 'Zi~Zi~'.

This atmosphere is really weird, and the night wind blows with the moonlight, which makes Zhang Qingye shudder. Unable to care less, Zhang Qingye was ready to speed up his pace.

Then just as he was walking briskly, the earlobe of his left ear was suddenly touched by something, and Zhang Qingye, who was startled, hurriedly turned around to look.

There was nothing, the corridor was empty, the lights were still flickering brightly and dimly, and the cool breeze was still blowing. The woman's singing voice was still coming slowly.

After school, Zhang Qingye had already set his mobile phone to vibrate mode, and at this moment, when he was extremely nervous, the mobile phone in his pocket suddenly vibrate.

Zhang Qingye hurriedly took out his mobile phone, it was a text message, no name, but the number was very familiar, and he seemed to have seen it.

"Does it sound good?"

The three words on the text message instantly let Zhang Qingye know that this number was the number that sent him a text message during the day. But isn't this number already blocked, how can it be?

"Buzz~" The phone vibrated again. It's still a text message from this number.

"I'm looking at you, I'm right next to you, do you feel it?"

While looking at the text message, Zhang Qingye only felt that the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled by something.

"Ah~" Even though Zhang Qingye was a man, he was still frightened by this sudden pull, and his mobile phone almost fell.

Zhang Qingye turned over and ran, he really didn't dare to stay, ran to the end of the corridor, and turned the visual blind corner was the staircase.

But as soon as Zhang Qingye turned around, he bumped into something all of a sudden.

"Ah~" Zhang Qingye screamed and hurriedly retreated, and the whole person sat on the ground with an unstable center of gravity.

It was Liu Zhen, Liu Zhen who had just come down from the office upstairs, this Liu Zhen looked at Zhang Qingye with a pale face inexplicably, and asked out loud, "What's wrong?" ”

"Old ...... Teacher, you, I'm ......" Zhang Qingye was a little at a loss for a while, he didn't know whether to tell Liu Zhen or not, he was afraid that Liu Zhen would laugh at him, but this matter was too weird, he was really afraid that he couldn't bear it.

After standing up, Zhang Qingye, who was full of courage, finally said: "Teacher, do you believe that there are ghosts in this world?" ”

"When you ask me, you already believe it yourself. But don't think about it, know that you're uncomfortable, don't scare yourself. ”

"I didn't, I don't believe you......" Zhang Qingye hurriedly took the text message on his mobile phone to Liu Zhen to read.

"See what?"

"Text message...... Hey, there was one just now, really, teacher, you believe me, there was really a text message just now! Zhang Qingye was a little anxious, and the text messages on his mobile phone disappeared inexplicably.

"Okay, don't scare yourself, go back to sleep."

"But the teacher ......"

"Okay, go back and rest, just get a good night's sleep, tomorrow my morning self-study, you are allowed to be twenty minutes late."

Zhang Qingye was finally pushed away by Liu Zhen, watching Zhang Qingye look back at himself step by step, Liu Zhen just waved his hand and watched Zhang Qingye go down the stairs.

When Zhang Qingye disappeared into the stairwell, Liu Zhen turned his head to look at the long corridor with a frown, the light was dim, and the end was already a little blurry.

Just as Liu Zhen was looking at the long corridor, at the turn above the staircase, a woman was squatting by the guardrail, holding two guardrails in her hands, tilting her head to look at Liu Zhen below.