This time the school bus is not so cold and it is very comfortable.
The driver's brother didn't speak, and I fell asleep on the seat in the dim environment. In my sleep, I vaguely felt that the surrounding wind was blowing, and when I opened my eyes in a daze, it seemed as if the cold wind was whirling away.
I slept all the way to Renai Middle School, the driver stopped the car and said to me: "Get off the bus, the class is usually two hours, I will pick you up at two o'clock, and wait for you until 5 am at most, if you don't at 5 o'clock come out… "
The driver's brother turned his head and gave me a deep look, his eyes shining brightly in the dark night.
I hurriedly said: "Brother, you don't have to wait for me until 5 o'clock, it's too hard in the middle of the night. If I don't come out after 5 minutes, you can go home and rest as soon as possible. I'll ride a shared bicycle back. It's cool at night in summer, and I can still Exercise."
The driver brother ignored my words and said stubbornly: "Wait until 5 o'clock, I hope you can come out."
Really dedicated and kind-hearted colleague. As a new professional, I want to learn from the driver and be a serious and responsible teacher.
As soon as I got off the bus, the driver's elder brother drove the school bus away without even leaving me with the exhaust gas. He was really a neat person.
I looked up and observed my future job position. Renai Middle School has been closed for three years, and it looks desolate from the outside. The gate was covered in dust and cobwebs, and apparently no one had been there for a long time.
Looking at the locked door, I was a little worried. How would I enter the school? Since Principal Zhang has rented the school's classrooms, can't he hire someone to manage the gate
Seeing that the class time was coming, I took out my mobile phone and sent a message to Principal Zhang: [The door of Renai Middle School is locked, how can I get in? 】
Principal Zhang was probably also paying attention to my new employee secretly, and immediately replied to the message: [East side, Xiaomen. 】
Immediately after, she sent another message; [The students are very naughty and may pretend to be ghosts to scare you. If you are not afraid, you will be fine. 】
Of course I'm not afraid of this, it's just a prank. When I was a student, boys often used pranks to scare people.
I quickly ran to the east with my schoolbag on my back, and sure enough, I saw a small red door that was hidden. The red paint seemed to be freshly painted and still not dry. I took out a tissue from my bag and pushed the door open with the paper to prevent the paint from rubbing against my hands.
The classrooms of Class 3 and 4 are easy to find. Only that classroom is lit in the whole school, and I can see it as soon as I look up.
See.
Thinking that the students were already waiting for me in the classroom, I was a little anxious. I ran two steps downstairs, and the smart door of the teaching building opened for me automatically.
There were no lights in the hall and corridors. Classes for three years and four were on the fourth floor. In the dark environment, I didn't dare to walk too fast. First, I took out my phone and turned on the flashlight to illuminate the first stairs before I climbed up.
Every time I go upstairs, I light up the entire staircase first, and then start to climb after confirming the path under my feet. When I climbed to the half corner of the third floor, there seemed to be something in the corner. The flashlight was not bright enough to see clearly. I went upstairs to the corner and saw a red dress.
Oh, no, it's a girl in a red dress.
It was her hair that was black and long, and it was loose, covering her face, and her skirt was too long. In the dark, at first glance, you could only see the striking red color, which made the mistake of thinking that only the skirt was standing in the corner.
Abandoned schools, late nights, dark corridors, red skirts at the corners, let alone ghost stories, timid people may cry.
I walked up to the girl and asked, "Classmate, are you tonight's student?"
The girl still covered her face with her hair, and said faintly, "Yes."
If I hadn't met Li Yuanyuan beforehand, I might have thought this was a weird person again.
Thinking of Mr. Saw and Li Yuanyuan, I think the students in this school are really not easy, they probably don't like to meet people, and they don't force girls to pull their hair apart: "I'm the teacher tonight, my name is Shen Jianguo, you call me Teacher Shen That's good. Why don't you come into the classroom? Aren't you afraid of being alone here?"
The girl shook her head, her long black hair swaying like a waterfall.
Seeing her beautiful hair, I couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy in my heart. With such thick hair, there must be no baldness. I rubbed my forehead. I have been sleeping very late in the past few days. Tomorrow is the weekend. I hope that Principal Zhang can arrange the course during the day, so that I can adjust my schedule and save my rising hairline.
"Don't be afraid, it's time for class."
She didn't speak, but held out her hand to me. Unlike her long black hair, this hand was very white, as if it could glow in the dark night.
With long black hair, white skin, and a slender figure, this female classmate already possesses the three elements of beauty.
"Are you afraid you can't see clearly?" I held the girl's hand naturally, "Look downstairs while walking, be careful."
I took her by the hand and went upstairs, she followed me, and when she reached the last stair, she suddenly said quietly: "Teacher, did you check the number of steps when you went upstairs
"
"I'm rushing to class, so I don't have time to check this."
I wanted to continue walking, but the girl stopped moving. She was still very strong. I grabbed her hand and couldn't move her, so she could only stop on the last step.
"Teacher, I have counted," she said stubbornly. "All stairs are twelve steps. If you count to the thirteenth, you have encountered a ghost."
"Usually the top floor is higher, right? It's normal to have an extra floor of stairs, but this number is not friendly to obsessive-compulsive disorder. I have a roommate in college who hates the extra floor of stairs."
Listening to her talk, I kind of understood why she was standing half motionless on the third floor. She is probably a relatively severe obsessive-compulsive disorder patient. The first few stairs are 12 steps, and the last one becomes 13. She feels uncomfortable and does not want to climb.
What can I do, she doesn't like it, I can't force her to go up, but the students in the classroom are still waiting.
"Classmate, if you don't want to climb, if you trust me, I can carry you to the last step." I made a suggestion.
"Haha." She smiled, probably still distrusting me. After all, there are differences between men and women, and she is a beautiful girl. My suggestion seems to be taking advantage of her.
She said behind me again, "Teacher, look back into my eyes."
I turned back naturally, and when I turned around, I saw a blood-red eye showing through my black hair.
I took a closer look, nodded and said, "Your contact lenses are beautiful, and the color matches your clothes very well."
Sure enough, obsessive-compulsive disorder patients must also wear perfect clothes. I looked down at her shoes, a pair of red high-heeled shoes, very delicate, so I complimented: "The shoes are also very beautiful."
"But let's hurry up and go upstairs. The students are all waiting. It's not good to delay today's class. I know it's hard to climb 13 steps, otherwise we will go back to the first floor and start counting from the second. Wouldn't that be twelve?" I made another feasible suggestion.
Many obsessive-compulsive disorders understand that their thoughts are wrong, but they just feel uncomfortable. At this time, if you give them a reason to convince yourself, it will be much better.
"..." She asked after being silent for a few seconds, "Teacher, aren't you afraid of me?"
This is interesting, late at night, a beautiful and strong young man, afraid that it should be me
I suddenly thought that she has been covering her face with her hair. Is there any defect on her face, so I think I will be afraid of her
Likely.
"Don't be afraid," I said earnestly, "I'll take whatever you look like.
Don't be afraid. "
"What if I did?" She raised her head suddenly, and the wind from somewhere blew her beautiful long hair, revealing a bloody face.
She opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out, wrapping it directly around my neck.
Pretending to be quite similar, if it wasn't for Principal Zhang's warning in advance, I really almost believed she was a ghost.
I grabbed the tongue and asked curiously, "Where did you buy this from? It's quite realistic."
After speaking, I pulled hard and pulled the fake tongue out of her mouth. The tongue is really well done, and there is a screaming sound when it is pulled off. The girl fell backwards because of the reaction force of the fake tongue being snatched away. I quickly pulled her to prevent her from falling downstairs.
This dragged her directly into my chest, and the blood from makeup all over my face rubbed against my newly bought white shirt.
On the first day of class, in order to impress the students, I bought a new shirt and rushed to the school in a suit and leather shoes, but the last one before entering the classroom, the white shirt was scrapped again.
My heart aches at the thought of the price of the shirt.
Is this a work injury? Can Principal Zhang reimburse me for the shirt along with the toilet
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to take advantage of you, I was afraid that you would fall." I quickly released her, took out a tissue from my bag, and handed it to her, "Wipe your face well, such a beautiful girl, put on makeup. It's not good for the skin like this."
"I'm not wearing makeup," she quietly raised her head and showed me her bloody face, "I was standing on the rails in red clothes, the train flew by, and my whole body was covered in blood, not only on my face, but also on my body. "
"Okay." I nodded perfunctorily, and took out a tissue to wipe her face.
Not to mention that this plasma is quite realistic, with a bloody smell.
I wiped it with a dry facial tissue, I took out the wipes, wiped it again, this time the girl's true face was finally revealed, she really was a beautiful girl with big eyes, white skin, a high nose and a melon face, about seventeen or eighteen years old. .
She quietly watched me wipe her face, and there was a touch of emotion under the red contact lenses.
"You are very similar to the Rong Rong Shi who helped me sew up my body seriously and let me leave beautifully after I died. I was watching from the side and thanked him very much." The girl's voice became calmer.
It was a little confusing to speak, so I could only follow her words and ask, "Why did you commit suicide by lying on the rails?"
"I'm pregnant with a child," she rubbed her belly. "Not only did he not recognize him, he also beat me, abruptly knocking out the child. I missed the college entrance examination, and everyone knew that I had a miscarriage, and I couldn't be a human being."
Disaster
Blame her for entering Principal Zhang's school and scare the new male teacher in the middle of the night. She must be malicious towards men.
I feel pity for this poor girl, at the age of a flower, but she failed to learn to protect herself and cherish herself, and I met a person who would not cherish herself, so I hurt myself so much.
I stretched out my hand, and seeing that she did not resist, I rubbed her long hair: "There is nothing in this world that can't be lived. When you think the sky is falling, it is actually the beginning of a new life."
Just when I was about to say something heart-warming, suddenly a golden light flashed across, a wooden sword inserted/entered from nowhere, and stabbed straight at the girl.
I hurriedly pulled the girl behind me, the wooden sword immediately bounced back when it touched my clothes, and the golden light lit up above my head. A young man in a yellow robe with a pair of fronts came out of the shadows and pointed at the girl behind me with his wooden sword and said: "Nie Zha, I'm going to come out to harm people again!"
I:"???"
I grabbed the young man's wooden sword, recognized him as the professional who took Mr. Saw away a few days ago, and couldn't help but ask: "Did you go to the wrong set?":,,.