The girl with slightly pursed lips noticed the new teacher's burning gaze, raised her head, her brows suddenly furrowed, and excitedly shouted "It's you!" ”

"Me?" Yang Junfei's face was numb, his eyes were dull, and he asked stupidly.

"You don't recognize me?" The girl pointed to her face, "I accidentally fell into the river yesterday, and you rescued me, and I still remember the face of the savior." I didn't expect you to be the new teacher, what a coincidence! ”

Is she the girl she rescued by herself yesterday? It turned out that it was not suicide! Yang Junfei's brain turned slowly, looking at the girl's constantly rolling lips, a trace of bitterness welled up in his heart, his heart was uncomfortable, his eyes were also very uncomfortable, and he even wanted to find a place where no one was there to cry freely.

Sure enough, she wasn't Jean. At that time, Jean was already twenty-one years old, how could the young girl in front of her be her. Jean is dead! It's already dead!

Yang Junfei turned his back to secretly digest his grief, he pretended to write on the blackboard, and he suppressed his bleeding heart. It was not easy to get through the class to more than half of the class.

In class, the students were still as silent as yesterday, as if one more word would lead to bad luck. Before the end of class, the old man frowned and asked, "Who will be on duty tomorrow?" ”

"Me." An innocent-looking girl stood up, "Originally, it was me and Zhou Yu, but Zhou Yu will have something to do tomorrow." So I'm in charge alone. ”

"Your name seems to be Gao Jing?" Yang Junfei tapped the table with his fingers, "Can you please do me a favor, I will go buy a vase to put on the lectern in the afternoon, you will bring a bouquet of flowers tomorrow, insert it in the vase, and decorate the lectern?" ”

The class was so dead and silent that the students were cautious, as if they were afraid of something. Yang Junfei hopes to borrow Western school practices and decorate classrooms with flowers to see if he can improve the enthusiasm of students.

"Uh-huh!" Gao Jing nodded seriously in understanding.

After class, Yang Junfei still didn't read the information in the vellum, but was invited by Xu Weiwei to go to Nose City for a walk. For this enthusiastic teacher, he really had no reason to refuse. The thought of Qin made him breathless, and if he didn't waste time looking for things, he felt that he would definitely not be able to bear it and go crazy.

What's more, Teacher Xu is very beautiful, maybe there are some ambiguous stories between the two of them that are inappropriate for children and do not need to be responsible.

The next day, Yang Junfei's entanglement, pain and dirty thoughts passed.

Early in the morning of April 21, Gao Jing, a student on duty, took a bouquet to school according to Teacher Yang's request. opened the door, filled the vase that Yang Junfei had placed on the lectern with water, and then inserted the flowers into it.

A vase with red flowers on the lectern made the whole classroom look good. Gao Jing nodded with satisfaction and looked around. Neat and clean, as if the recent gloom had been swept away. Although there were 6 classmates who died, some people in this class were a little apprehensive. However, she still scoffs at the many horror stories that are legendary in the class.

There are no ghosts and gods in this world, but they are just mediocre people.

Gao Jing stepped off the podium, opened the ceiling fan for ventilation according to the school's requirements, and then went out to the bathroom. When she returned, she was surprised to find that the spotless blackboard had a spider drawn on the lower right foot. It is drawn with chalk, and the drawing is not ordinary ugly, and each foot of the spider is sharp, like a knife. Its chelicera were drawn very long, and for some reason, the sight of it made Gao Jing feel very painful, as if she had been bitten by a graffiti-like spider.

I don't know who made a prank when he left Xiaoxi, and he was going to be caught by his aunt and grandmother, and he definitely wanted this bastard guy to look good. Gao Jing clearly remembered that there was nothing on the blackboard before she went out, and she only used it for five minutes. The graffiti man is nimble and appears to be a veteran of pranks.

She didn't care, picked up the brush and gently wiped the nasty graffiti off the blackboard. At this moment, the hand holding the brush suddenly hurt. Gao Jing screamed 'oops', reflexively threw away the brush and retracted his hand, his eyes fixed on the sore spot, but he didn't see any wounds. And the place where it was still painful just now, like an illusion, disappeared without a trace.

Gao Jing stood dumbfounded, with a chill down his spine. The classroom, which had been bright, suddenly became terrifying, and she shivered, and even the wind blowing in from the window felt like a hellish wind to her skin.

"Ordinary heart! Ordinary heart! She muttered, thinking with a wry smile, it seemed that she was also affected by the ghost stories of her classmates, and began to think crankily.

The bustling students entered the classroom, and the bell rang. Sections 1, 2 and 3...... The time is dull, and the atmosphere in the first and second classes of high school is still dead.

The fourth class in the morning was Yang Junfei's English class. He walked into the classroom, saw the flower on the podium, nodded secretly, and praised Gao Jing, which made her very happy.

While lecturing, the old man looked at Xue Qian with his eyes. The fluctuating heart and the pain in my heart cannot be suppressed, and every time I look at it, my heart will be cut one more time.

This is halfway through the lesson.

Gao Jing suddenly felt that her arm was very itchy, so she subconsciously scratched it with her hand. But the more she scratched her right hand, the more it tickled, and the itchy sensation even seeped into the bone marrow, and her fingers couldn't reach it. She looked down and saw that there was nothing unusual except for the red marks she had scratched. But the unbearable itch was even stronger, and she had the heart to die.

Since she was near Xue Qian, Yang Junfei, who was a nymphomaniac, accidentally noticed the abnormality of this student, "Gao Jing, are you uncomfortable?" ”

"It's a little itchy on your hands." Her voice was shaking, and the itch in her arm seemed to be spreading, extending from her arm to her wrist.

"Let's take a break in the infirmary." Yang Junfei saw that her face had changed, and he said with concern.

"Hmm." Gao Jing didn't refuse, just stood up, and fell to the ground with a weak leg. The old man immediately ran over from the podium and ordered the two female classmates next to him to take her to the health room.

The doctor couldn't find the cause, so he put her on a bed in the infirmary. The girl closed her eyes and rested, and to her relief, the itching sensation was inexplicably much better. The head is very clear, and there is no trace of sleepiness. She lay down for a few minutes, thinking she was fine, and wanted to go back to the classroom with her eyes open. Stretching her waist, suddenly, she noticed that about a centimeter below the wrist of her outstretched hand, there was a piece of skin that was very conspicuous, and if you looked closely, there was a place that seemed to be sunken a little, black, as if it had been smeared with a layer of dog skin plaster.

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