About this room, I didn't ask the dormitory again, but went back to the dormitory after a few polite words.
When we got to the dormitory, there were already a few classmates chatting. When everyone first met, they introduced themselves and then started gossiping about the girls in the class.
The person in our dormitory who caught my attention the most was Gao Xinying, and it took us a long time to explain his name to the people in our dormitory before we knew which three characters it was.
I heard that his family named him this name because he was very weak when he was born. After looking for a gentleman to see him, he named him a girl's family name and let him be raised as a girl, saying that this would avoid through catastrophe.
Don't look at this guy's name with a girlish air, and he is very elegant, but when he talks, he is full of mouths and runs the train without the slightest righteousness, especially when it comes to the female students in our class, what he said It's so blatant that I can't even listen.
For example, a well-developed female classmate immediately nicknamed him "Big Mi", and encouraged the people in our dormitory to follow him. There was another classmate who had a big butt but not so much. He named the family "Donald Duck", which was actually because the female classmate's surname was also coincidentally, and it happened to be "Tang".
After talking, I didn't know who was talking, so I talked about my accomplice You Xiaoqing, and then Gao Xinying said: "You Xiaoqing, I think she is the class beauty of our class, and she is very likely to become one of our school beauties, this Nickname, I don't dare to make a mess, otherwise I'm sure how many people will be offended, and I see Shi Yong, you seem to be interested in her, right?"
I'm interested in You Xiaoqing? This time, Gao Xinying guessed wrong. In my heart, my favorite object has always been the beautiful and excellent sister Zhao Yuan. Although You Xiaoqing is beautiful, I have always regarded her as a buddy.
So I said to Gao Xinying, "Don't talk nonsense, You Xiaoqing and I are just classmates, we came here from the same place."
As soon as I heard that You Xiaoqing and I were junior high school classmates, the people in our dormitory began to ask me about You Xiaoqing, such as what she likes to eat, does she have a boyfriend, etc...
That night, we also slept in these riots. I didn't mention the empty dormitory, nor did the other people in our dormitory mention it. To be precise, they didn't care.
That's how my high school life began.
In the next few days, we started classes, but within a week of the class, the school arranged another military training for us. This military training will take a week. During the one-week military training, our class also quickly integrated into a whole. , because everyone has to work together to win glory for the class in the show seven days later.
During the military training, the day is the most painful, but the night is the happiest, because half a day is physical training. At night, the instructor will lead us to sing and engage in various entertainment interactions. The most popular program is boys and girls singing songs. .
However, I couldn't get involved in this activity, because I didn't like music, and I sang out of tune, so I became a spectator in the evening entertainment, but You Xiaoqing stood out from the girls. She was beautiful and sang. Well, it has become the first choice for girlfriends in the hearts of all the boys in our class.
The one-week military training was very hard, and I temporarily forgot my curiosity about the empty dormitory. Except for occasionally thinking about it when I passed by, I didn’t pay much attention to other times, and I gradually accepted what our dormitory said in my heart. That was the room he used to live in, and now it's used for sundries.
At the same time, during this week's military training, I also got to know our dormitory manager well, because he checks our dormitory hygiene every day, such as whether our quilts are folded into tofu cubes and so on.
The reason why I became familiar with our dormitory was not because my quilt was well folded, but because my quilt was the worst. Of course, the reason why I folded poorly was not because I was stupid, but because of my quilt.
The quilt I used at the time was a new quilt I took from home. The cotton inside was new, so when I folded it, it was very bulging, and the elasticity was very good. It would bounce back in seconds, and a few corners could not be straightened at all, so every time the dormitory's appearance was checked, our dormitory would be deducted points for my quilt.
I was a little embarrassed by doing this, so before every inspection, our dormitory would hide my quilt, and after the inspection, I would take it back. This makes me very uncomfortable.
So I went to find the dormitory and asked to be fair when grading. I could even show them the skill of folding a quilt on the spot. Of course, the premise is that it is not my own quilt, because my quilt, even if our instructor comes Yes, it is helpless.
At first, the dorm manager naturally disagreed, but I couldn't bear to keep looking for it, so we got to know each other after a while, and on the fourth day of the military training, our quilts finally no longer had to be hidden.
And I and our host are also completely familiar with each other.
Through these few days of understanding, I know that his name is Xuan (Xuan) Hailin, his surname is very special, so that I can't believe that there is such a surname, his hometown is in Guangxi, Went to the north decades ago and stayed here.
And he also worked in this high school for more than ten years. At first, he was a physical education teacher. Later, he retired and became a dormitory here. He also has a wife, but he died of illness ten years ago.
Through my understanding of Xuan Hailin, I found that he is a very funny person. He knows a lot and can tell a lot of funny things.
On the night of the end of the show, our classmates reunited with our instructor for the last time, so our class spontaneously held another farewell party. Some girls sang and cried, saying that they were reluctant to let the instructor leave.
As for me, there is no reluctance at all. I have even forgotten the name of our instructors now. Maybe it is because I have experienced too many separations and seen too many separations, especially the separation of life and death.
Of course, I won't take my indifference to laugh at other people's tears, we just have different emotional bases.
That night, I didn't feel any fluctuations in my heart, so after school, when many people were still staying in the classroom to chat with the instructors, I left the classroom alone, preparing to go back to the dormitory to rest.
It is estimated that most of the classes have experienced similar things to our class tonight, so very few people go back to the dormitory. As for the senior year downstairs, everyone is busy reviewing, and few people go back to the dormitory.
So when I got to the dormitory, especially after our second floor, I felt a little desolate. Although the lights were always on, the popularity was too low.
Especially when I walked to the door of the empty dormitory on the corner of the second floor, I could vaguely hear the cry of a girl in the dormitory.
"Woooo!"
Although it was a very short sound, it was enough to give me a cold sweat.
I swallowed, almost jumped away from the door, then turned around to look at the door, the door was already locked, and there was no sign that the lock had been moved. I have auditory hallucinations. Is it because the military training in the past few days has made me tired
I took a deep breath, boldly approached the door slowly, and pressed my ear against the door panel, trying to listen carefully to what was going on inside.
Very quiet, very quiet, not a trace of sound.
But it happens when I concentrate and get nervous.
"Snapped!"
With a soft sound, a hand clapped on my shoulder, I screamed "ah" in fright, and my heart was beating wildly.
As soon as I turned around, I saw that it turned out to be our dormitory again, so I quickly took a breath and said, "It scared me to death! Uncle Xuan!"
Xuan Hailin smiled and said, "Why are you sticking to the door panel?"
I said, "Just now I heard movement inside, it seemed like a girl was crying..."
Xuan Hailin was stunned for a moment, and then said, "It's the sound of a mouse grinding its teeth. Children of your age like to ponder."
After he finished speaking, he told me to go back to the dormitory quickly and stop staying here.
Xuan Hailin must be covering up something. Every time I approached the empty dormitory and wanted to know more about the problems inside, he would stop me in time. Could it be a coincidence
Or did something tell him to stop me
Waiting for the people in our dormitory to come back, and when they were still talking about sending the instructor tonight, I suddenly interjected and said, "Do you know what the empty room at the entrance of the corridor is on the second floor? ?"
When I asked this question, Gao Xinying said, "That house, I heard that it is the house where our dormitory manages to store the clutter, what's wrong?"
It seems that I asked our freshmen in vain. Most of the information they got was instilled by our dormitory.
Because of that weird cry, I didn't sleep well that night. Even in the middle of the night, I felt that there were very light footsteps outside our corridor and the delicate voice of a girl whispering.
But when I took the peach blossom mirror and dared to open the door to see what was going on, the corridor was empty, the lights came out, and there was nothing else.
Such a tossing lasted for one night, so when I was studying for the second morning, I was terribly sleepy. Seeing that I was dozing off, You Xiaoqing, as my deskmate, asked me, "Xiaoyong, what's wrong with you, didn't you sleep well last night? "
I nodded and whispered, "Well, I didn't sleep well. I suspect that the dormitory building I live in is not clean!"
You Xiaoqing is someone who has experienced the Qianlingguan incident with me, so I have to hide these "ghost" things from her. She should also believe what I say.
After I finished speaking, You Xiaoqing said, "Ah, really, a classmate in our dormitory also said that your boys' dormitory is haunted. At first I thought she was lying to us."
ah? Someone knew about this, so I hurriedly asked You Xiaoqing who that girl was, and she pointed to a beautiful girl with ponytails and a fair face and two small dimples on her face diagonally opposite us and said, "It's her, bear. Ying!"