Guo Qingqing really couldn't stand it, and even knelt next to Shi Ling, "Shi Ling, I really know it's wrong, you can help me overtake that little ghost." I'm really going to die if I go on like this. ”

Shi Ling glanced at the infant spirit on her shoulder, "She's right next to you, why don't you ask her how she can leave you?" ”

Guo Qingqing suddenly felt a chill in her shoulders, she turned her head, and met the faint face of the baby spirit's light purple, and she even smiled weirdly at her.

Guo Qingqing was so frightened that she couldn't scream, her voice was already hoarse, "You, how can you let me go?" ”

Infant Spirit: "I want you to publicly apologize to your mother on the Internet, and then turn yourself in." ”

Guo Qingqing didn't dare to look at the infant spirit, but she was like being amnestied, "Are you serious? As long as I publicly apologize and turn myself in, no matter what the outcome, will you let me go? Don't pester me again? ”

Infant Ling: "That's right, Lord Shi Ling is proof. ”

A group of teachers and leaders ran to the third floor of the high school.

She also specially interviewed Shi Ling and asked her to help watch it, if someone committed something and was haunted by ghosts, remember to say hello to her in advance, she was so mentally prepared.

But Guo Qingqing doesn't care anymore, she just wants to get rid of the baby spirit as soon as possible, even if it is in prison. She hadn't slept well for a long time, and if she continued like this, even if the infant spirit didn't kill her, she would die suddenly.

Netizens didn't expect her to be as vicious as Ying Ling said, and all the accusations were directed at her.

Tan Shu suffered from postpartum depression after a miscarriage and was discharged from the hospital, and Guo Qingqing could not be contacted these days, and her condition became more and more serious.

Now she can say: You are the most punishable class I have ever led.

Shi Ling nodded his head.

After she turned herself in, the police notified her parents to come.

She used to say: You are the worst class I have ever led.

Guo Qingqing immediately got up: "I'll turn myself in now." ”

Seeing this, Guo Qingqing smiled proudly at the infant spirit in mid-air. She knew that no matter what she did wrong, her mother would blame her, but she would definitely forgive her in the end. This is not comparable to an unborn fetus.

There are students in the class who have dropped out of school one after another, and she is already a Buddha, and she doesn't want to have any honorary titles, so she hopes to handle it and not have any more accidents.

……

As soon as he finished speaking, someone hurriedly ran into the office of the language group: "Oh no, there are students on the third floor of the high school who want to jump off the building!" ”

It doesn't matter if the baby spirit is alive, she has so many lifetimes of memories, of course, she knows that feelings come out slowly. She has been reincarnated many times, only Tan Shu does not dislike her as a girl, she just wants to help her clear her stigma before the next reincarnation, and let Guo Qingqing apologize to her and give her justice. As for whether Tan Shu will forgive Guo Qingqing, it is all her freedom.

Guo Qingqing's miscarriage of her mother's second child and her ICU caused a storm on the Internet, and the influence of public opinion was bad, even if the victim Tan Shu forgave her, it only reduced her punishment, but it could not exempt her from criminal responsibility.

Two weeks before the college entrance examination, Huang Yafei held a college entrance examination mobilization meeting in the class.

She went to the police station to turn herself in, confessed to her crime, and publicly apologized to her mother on her social accounts.

Huang Yafei's eyes darkened, grabbed Shi Ling and asked, "It won't be from our class, right?" ”

Shi Ling was also dragged downstairs by Huang Yafei.

The fire truck hadn't come yet, and the class bell had already rang, but there were still many onlookers downstairs, and there were people lying on each railing, looking upstairs.

There are six floors in the third year of high school, and on the edge of the corridor on the sixth floor, there is a boy sitting.