I was wondering what went wrong in my heart, and Zhou Tongtong's "ah" scared me a lot. Her eyes widened, one hand pointing to the stairs behind me, speechless.

When I looked back, it turned out to be Xia Tong and Li Yao walking down the stairs, followed by the fat brother.

Chen Ziqing also asked in a trembling voice, "Why are you?" ”

Zheng Yingying lowered her head and muttered to herself: "Good dog blood, good dog blood plot." ”

The fat brother said innocently: "Don't blame us, it's the two women's voluntariness." ”

The man who guarded the door also took a deep breath and said in a tone that the unjust case had finally been solved: "Look, I'm right, they obviously drank too much, and let the two girls help them upstairs." ”

Li Yao glared at the fat brother, then ran forward, took Zhou Tongtong's hand, and said gently: "Tongtong, don't listen to their nonsense, these two men, running in the woods at night, Xia Tong and I thought they were bad people, so we were knocked out and tied back." If we hadn't brought them back, we would have killed the ghosts. ”

It seems that she heard our conversation, and this also invited merit, I only know that the wicked sue first, and today I finally understand a higher level, and the wicked invite merit first.

Zhou Tongtong suddenly realized when she heard this, took Li Yao's hand with a smile on her face, and said to me: "My dear, this is my good sister, and the people in the rivers and lakes call Sister Xuan." ”

I still don't understand this title, maybe it's a nickname Xuanxuan. Looking at the relationship between Zhou Tongtong and her, it should be not bad, I had to cover it with my right hand, and the back of my head was still aching, and I nodded with a smile.

The fat brother didn't care about our conversation, and directly opened his mouth and asked, "Why are you dead again?" What is the situation? ”

Zheng Yingying replied: "Several police cars were parked outside the school early this morning, and I heard other people talk about how they died last night, and they said that they were still plugged in when they died." ”

The fat brother hurriedly asked, "What?" Plugged in? Electrocuted? Where is there a power supply? ”

Zheng Yingying was just about to explain, but Chen Ziqing interrupted her, held the index finger of her right hand with her left hand, and kept moving her right hand up and down, and said to the fat brother: "Socket, plug, plug in, plug in, understand?" ”

The fat brother also learned Chen Ziqing's movements, and muttered in his mouth: "Plug in the electricity, plug in the electricity." "I still don't seem to understand.

In the end, from the snickering laughter of everyone, he finally saw the doorway. I also laughed, and I thought Zheng Yingying was talking too detouringly.

Zhou Tongtong brought breakfast, and then asked the waiter at the hotel to go out and buy a few more copies, and we went back to Zheng Yingying's rental house and did a detailed analysis and study of the whole thing last night.

In the end, I came to the conclusion that it must have happened after Xia Tong and Li Yao knocked us unconscious. And that tree must be the key, otherwise it wouldn't have always happened there.

In the meantime, I also expressed puzzlement and asked, "What just happened there, are these students stupid?" Why are you still running there in the middle of the night? ”

It seems that these female students are more experienced than me, and their answers are: fear equals nervousness, nervousness equals excitement, and stimulation equals pleasure.

I shook my head and thought to myself, this is the peak of pleasure.

Then, we talked about the following plan, the first step, Xia Tong and Li Yao hurry home, don't participate anymore, even I can't be subdued, don't think about the ghost or anything.

In the second step, Zhou Tongtong and the three of them go to class well, don't worry, there are no safety hazards in the dormitory, the problem is that it is out of the big tree, stay away from the big tree in the future, and don't go out of the school gate if you can eat in the school cafeteria.

In the third step, the fat brother and I continue to investigate, whether we can catch the culprit is secondary, at least we have to find out who the culprit is first.

After that, we also searched the Internet for entries on "dryads, dryads, and dryads". The result is either a movie or an online game.

Half of the morning was consumed, and I urged the three girls to go back to class.

Zhou Tongtong said that the last two classes are elective courses, and he will not go to ancient Chinese history.

I threatened her with my pocket money: "Every time you skip a class, divide the pocket money by two, and I will call Brother Zhao in a while, and ask him not to do anything else during this time, but to keep an eye on your skipping class first, and catch a few times to save a lot of expenses." ”

Zhao Tiesuo is now the general dispatcher of the fleet of the Zhou company, and all the vehicles in the company are controlled by him. In addition to taking care of his wife Zheng Xi, he is usually not very busy, but he also does his best and never delays things. If there is any trivial matter in Zhou Tongtong's school, he called Zhao Tiesuo and asked him to help do it, and many people who don't know it think that it is Zhou Tongtong's father.

Zhou Tongtong saw that he couldn't push it anymore, so he wanted to play tricks again, so he had to drag me and the fat brother to listen to the class together. In order to let her go to class, the fat brother and I also agreed, anyway, after tossing all night, it was not bad to go to the classroom to rest.

It's a small classroom, with a capacity of about 50 people. The class was attended by an old professor who was over the age of six, listening to Chen Ziqing's introduction, this old man has a good temper, and he is also quite old in school, and other teachers call him Chen Lao, and he is his own family. He is the only professor-level veteran of the school who has been hired back and is still working as a substitute teacher.

said that he didn't like to be a manager all his life, except for research, just to teach students. His students are engaged in archaeology, history book compilation, cultural relics identification and protection, and teachers, all of whom are top figures in various related units.

However, his qualifications and professional attainments were not proportional to the number of people who came to attend the lectures, and only five of us were in a classroom of 50 people.

After a while, I saw an old man, thin and slumped, appear at the door of the classroom. Professor Chen is very tall, he straightened up when he was young, and he was above 1.85 meters. The whole person was very thin, with wrinkled skin, wrapped in a firewood-like skeleton, and gray hair that was almost gone, sporadically covering the top of his head.

Wearing a pair of reading glasses, he always closes his eyes from time to time, and with age spots on his skin, he also moves in one direction.

He probably knew that no one was listening to his lesson, as if he was training for a sprint, so he slowly moved to the lectern table with small steps, touched the lectern with his hand, and was about to turn around and walk back.

Zhou Tongtong coughed lightly, and he realized that there were still five people sitting in the classroom. Then he walked to the back of the lectern and said in decibels, which we could barely hear, "Now, start, class." ”

Later, I couldn't hear what he said, I could only see his mouth moving, and I didn't look up at us sitting below.

If the content of what he talked about was indeed historical knowledge, it can be seen that this old professor really had a lot of things in his head, because when he entered the door, he only had his hands behind his back, and he did not hold any lesson plans or books in his hands. It's a pity that he is getting older, and the treasure in this belly can only be buried in his own body, and the light of gold has shone on several generations of students, and it can no longer shine on Zhou Tongtong's face.

After a period of regret, I found that Professor Chen was standing a little hard, and I didn't care whether to interrupt his speech, anyway, we couldn't hear whether he was talking or not, so I walked to the first row, moved a chair, and placed it next to the lectern.

Seeing my series of movements, Professor Chen stopped lecturing and watched me return to my original seat with drooping eyes.

Zhou Tongtong, Chen Ziqing and Zheng Yingying cast praiseful glances.

I smiled embarrassedly and looked at the fat guy sleeping next to me.

After a while, the bell rang for the first class, and Professor Chen sat down on the chair I had moved over and waved at me.

The bell also woke up the fat brother, and when he saw the old professor waving, the five of us walked over and gathered around him.

He asked me very slowly, "What's your name?" What class of students? ”

I didn't answer him directly, I just said, "I'm here to observe, not a student here." ”

He asked in a trembling voice, "Are you interested in this subject?" ”

I replied, "I'm interested, but I'm only interested in myths and stories." ”

Professor Chen smiled and said, "Then in the next class, we will talk about mythological stories, mythological stories that are not in textbooks." ”