The bell for the morning reading rang, and the students had great perseverance to get up from the bedside, albeit reluctantly.

Zhang Xingbao put on his pants and stretched his waist, came to the table, smeared the potion on his eyes, and hit a basin of cold water from the bucket to stimulate his somewhat hot face. The probe looked out, and the sun had already risen in the east. Some of the scorching sunlight filtered through the glass windows and into the bedroom. Last night, Zhang Xingbao practiced the icicle technique again, and the water element in the bedroom was dissipated by him. The whole bedroom is dry and ignited, not to mention the four fat and the second high, even Zhang Xingbao himself feels that the dry skin is terrible.

"When will this ghost weather come to an end?" Zhang Xingbao, as the initiator, did not have any self-inflicted consciousness at all, he complained about the weather very seriously, and he didn't know that it was actually a matter of climate.

"I'm more scared of a political class than the weather. The four fat people sat up on the bed bitterly.

Speaking of politics class, Zhang Xingbao originally owed a political teacher an exam. However, Zhang Xingbao's results in the monthly exam were surprisingly good, which completely impressed the political teacher with Zhang Xingbao. It is impossible to get the political teacher to praise Zhang Xingbao, but the political teacher is not good at scolding Zhang Xingbao anymore. So a catastrophe of Zhang Xingbao was unbearable, coupled with Han Xue's matter, the political teacher did not entangle Zhang Xingbao's mind.

Whether reluctant or not, a group of people still got up and washed up and went to the cafeteria. With three or two books in hand, he strode towards the classroom.

I have to say that Han Xue's death made a wave of students realize the preciousness of youth, compared to their boredom of studying, Han Xue wanted to study quietly but couldn't, and finally ended up committing suicide and jumping off the building. When Han Xue felt unfair, everyone also had to examine their attitude towards learning.

Therefore, the learning atmosphere of Class 8 of Grade 9 has unexpectedly improved. Coupled with Zhang Xingbao's previous experience, a group of people think that as long as they are willing to work hard, they can also emerge like Zhang Xingbao. They are all young people, and no one thinks they are stupid than anyone else. Like Zhang Xingbao, if he falls behind so much homework, he can catch up, why can't he and others?

Putting down the schoolbag and looking at Zou Jiaojiao next to him, Zhang Xingbao was surprised.

He knew that Zou Jiaojiao's work and rest time was very regular, but now it seemed that Zou Jiaojiao was a little sluggish, obviously staying up late, and it was not light.

"What's going on? The dark circles are coming out. Zhang Xingbao asked again while taking the book from the drawer.

Zou Jiaojiao subconsciously touched the dark circles under her eyes, and smiled bitterly: "Isn't it a trouble in the dormitory?" The girl on the third floor blew up the nest last night, and a girl went to the toilet and said to have seen Han Xue's figure. ”

Hearing this, Zhang Xingbao couldn't help but be happy: "Do you believe this?"

It's not that he doesn't believe in ghosts, but Zhang Xingbao knows that ordinary people can't see ghosts, unless ghosts are willing to act automatically. And the ghost doesn't want to be automatically active, it must be a ghost with a certain path to be able to act. The evil spirits like the old man and the old lady in the death ring belong to Zhang Xingbao's unbeatable existence.

"The key is to believe it. Zou Jiaojiao is an atheist, she shook her head and didn't want to say more, obviously the girls who were blown up made a fuss.

Zhang Xingbao glanced back, and sure enough, Zhang Yingxue, who usually doesn't sleep in the morning reading class, fell asleep on the table deeply. One can imagine how restless the girls' dormitory must be.

It has been several days since Han Xue's death, and although her influence is still there, it is gradually fading. The classmates in the class were in pain for a long time, but Han Xue didn't have many deep friends in the class. On the contrary, her temperament is too withdrawn, and she is destined to be like a transparent person in the class. Although her death came as a surprise to everyone, in fact, the eighth class of the ninth grade without her was still the eighth class of the ninth grade, and nothing changed except for the empty seat.

Zhang Xingbao sees life and death much more openly than others, and he is the only person in the class who has a deep friendship with Han Xue. He is no longer sad at the moment, let alone the other classmates?

"Let's make trouble, the trouble will stop after a while. Zhang Xingbao was still a little angry: "But the girls in your girls' dormitory are also a little immoral, and Han Xue's body began to spread rumors." ”

Anyone loves gossip and deliberately creates gossip if there is no gossip.

Han Xue's usually quiet character naturally did not attract people's attention, but her death caused a sensation in the whole school, so there began to be more gossip about her. said that she was subject to the unspoken rules of a teacher in the class, and said that she used to be a young lady in a nightclub for the sake of her family...

Zhang Xingbao has been at the same table with Han Xue for so long, what kind of character she doesn't know? The two have been at the same table for so many years, and they don't look up and look down, so they have a friendship. In the whole class, Zhang Xingbao is the person who can't listen to others saying bad things about Han Xue. After all, Yiren has passed away, and Zhang Xingbao is very painful that the deceased was unable to care for the other party before his death, so he can only try to maintain Han Xue's dignity after his death.

If anyone dares to spread Han Xue's rumors in front of him, he will dare to beat people directly. Because of this, Zhang Xingbao also made a lot of fame on the third floor of the boys' dormitory, at least the rumors on the entire third floor were clear. Because there were several groups of people who came to Zhang Xingbao to inquire about Han Xue's life, and Zhang Xingbao beat up several groups of gossip guys.

Although young people have good faces, it's just that young people are ignorant. Zhang Xingbao's fist is big enough, and it completely lets the young people on the third floor know that a big fist is the last word. So before the boys on the third floor had time to spread the rumors, they were suppressed by Zhang Xingbaosheng with an iron fist against these guys who wanted to spread the rumors.

"I heard that Han Xue's roommate is now asking to change the dormitory..." Zou Jiaojiao suddenly raised her head again and said.

Zhang Xingbao was obviously stunned, and then shook his head speechlessly. He could imagine that no girl wanted to live in a dead man's dormitory. This is no longer a matter of not committing taboos, this is for fear of taboos being committed on oneself.

Zhang Xingbao's expression suddenly moved, and he asked, "I'm afraid no one has lived in Han Xue's bedroom in the past two days, right?"

Zou Jiaojiao nodded, looked at Zhang Xingbao suspiciously, and didn't know what Zhang Xingbao meant by this.

Zhang Xingbao secretly thought, maybe others dare not sleep in this bedroom, but where is he afraid?

He suddenly thought that he woke up from his dream in the middle of the night this morning, and he felt that there was a yin wind blowing in the girl's dormitory, so he was not irritable.

This intuition came inexplicably, but it was surprisingly similar to when Han Xue jumped to her death that day. That night, I had such an intuition in my dream, which caused me to sleep uncomfortably and wake up easily. And this time I woke up directly from the dream...

Gasping, Zhang Xingbao looked at Zou Jiaojiao strangely and asked, "You say, is there really a ghost in the girl's bedroom?"

Although he thought it was very probable, he obviously recognized the wrong person. Seeing Zou Jiaojiao sneering disdainfully, she pouted and said, "Are you scared?" Didn't I hear that you have a good relationship with Han Xue?"

Zhang Xingbao's face turned red instantly, and he hurriedly said: "I'm afraid of ghosts?" I'm not afraid of Han Xue, I'm afraid of demons." ”

It's okay if he doesn't explain, but as soon as he explains, Zou Jiaojiao's eyes instantly changed again.

Zhang Xingbao knew that he was instantly treated as a coward, a ghost, a god stick and a turtle... He couldn't help but be furious, but he couldn't explain it in the face of Zou Jiaojiao's questioning gaze. Would he tell her that he had summoned a bunch of ghosts in the boys' dormitory? Would he tell her that the school was full of ghosts, despite the calm and quiet of the school. Not to mention anything else, let's just say that there are a lot of chickens, ducks, fish and dogs who die unjustly every day in the canteen.

Thinking of using ghost summoning techniques to summon ghosts on the top floor of the boys' dormitory that night, Zhang Xingbao suddenly thought of the chicken that was bled alive. His body shook suddenly, his face was a little pale, and he looked at Zou Jiaojiao with infinite worry: "I heard that there was a big incident in your girls' dormitory before Han Xue committed suicide?"

Zou Jiaojiao looked at Zhang Xingbao puzzled, and listened to Zhang Xingbao say: "It is said that there will be at least one chicken in the canteen every day, and even if the monitoring is installed, the chicken thief cannot be caught?"

"What do you want to say?" Zou Jiaojiao couldn't help Zhang Xingbao's fuss, and her tone was a little dissatisfied.

Where would Zhang Xingbao care about Zou Jiaojiao's dissatisfied tone? His face was solemn and quite mysterious, and he whispered in front of Zou Jiaojiao's ear: "If I'm not mistaken, the canteen hasn't lost chickens since Han Xue's death. ”

Eating Zhang Xingbao whispered in his ear, the hot air jet sprayed on his ears, and Zou Jiaojiao felt itchy. She first tilted her head to avoid itching, but then she couldn't help but look at Zhang Xingbao in surprise and said, "You mean, Han Xue stole it?"

Zhang Xingbao almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, and looked at the surprised Zou Jiaojiao depressedly. Gritting his teeth, Zhang Xingbao looked left and right, and put his mouth in front of Zou Jiaojiao's ear with a small face.

This time, Zou Jiaojiao didn't hide, and leaned towards Zhang Xingbao with her ears. The intimate gesture of the two made Liao Guangming, who was sitting not far away, almost not bite his teeth, he had been at the same table with Zou Jiaojiao for so long, and he had never enjoyed this kind of treatment.

As everyone knows, the content of Zhang Xingbao's conversation with Zou Jiaojiao is not at all a storm.

"I'm telling you secretly, don't tell anyone else. Actually, I am Zhong Kui's eighteenth-generation disciple. Zhang Xingbao pretended to be mysterious.

How do you know that Zou Jiaojiao doesn't eat his set at all, looking at him is really like looking at an idiot and a god. Listening to Zou Jiaojiao's retort: "Zhong Kui is your eighteenth generation ancestor?"

Zhang Xingbao was furious, and finally blushed and shouted: "Stinky girl, I'm discussing a very serious issue with you, how can you scold people?"