Ghost School

Chapter 2 Sign an agreement (recommendation ticket)

"How to do?"

The old pedant looked at Zhang Xiaomeng with a cunning meaning in his eyes, and this expression made Zhang Xiaomeng tremble instantly, just like Long Fatty stole the lollipop from his desk back then.

"First, you have to apologize to the old man."

"Second, you have to help me find these students."

"Third, you have to help me rebuild the school."

"fourth……"

Before the old pedant finished speaking, Zhang Xiaomeng turned around and left: "Goodbye."

The old pedant was dumbfounded. He never expected Zhang Xiaomeng to leave so resolutely. Just now he showed pity for the fat man, but in a blink of an eye he abandoned the fat man like trash. Seeing that Zhang Xiaomeng was about to leave, the old pedant In a hurry, he stopped elaborating and asked quickly, "Hey, hey, don't you want this fat man anymore?"

Zhang Xiaomeng left without hesitation: "No, I'll keep you as a student. It just so happens that this guy has good physical strength, and he can rebuild the courtyard wall and mess with the school for you."

The old pedant saw that the fat man could no longer touch Zhang Xiaomeng, and then shouted: "As a psychic, why don't you have the awareness to eliminate demons, protect the way, and protect the world?"

Zhang Xiaomeng has a black line on his forehead. My brother is just an ordinary junior high school student, and there is still a holiday away from high school. I really need someone to protect me. You still want me to protect the world?Although I am a second grader, you can't treat me as a second grader so bluntly!
"I'm just a student, not a psychic."

"Can you see me?"

"can."

"To be able to see me is to be a psychic."

"Fart, the fat man can see you too, he's also a psychic."

"But he was frightened by me, and I was frightened by you. This is the difference between ordinary people and ghosts, ghosts and psychics."

"Well, even if I'm a psychic, I'm still the weakest one. If you don't go find such a powerful psychic in this world, why are you looking for me?"

"Because you bumped into it yourself, this is fate."

"For your sister."

"What is your sister?"

After some arguments, Zhang Xiaomeng went completely berserk: "Yuan your sister is Yuan your sister, it has nothing to do with me to go to whoever you like."

After finishing speaking, Zhang Xiaomeng turned his head again, he had already made up his mind, and he firmly refused to believe the old man's nonsense.

The old pedant made a heroic expression of grief and indignation: "People are people, and ghosts are ghosts. Once these student ghosts enter society, they will bring disaster to the world."

Zhang Xiaomeng spit: "Bah, then should I clean you up first?"

The old pedant quickly shook his goatee: "I'm different. I gathered them here for ideological education just to prevent them from causing harm to the world."

Zhang Xiaomeng had already walked to the door and then withdrew: "Don't make yourself so great, will I believe you?"

The old pedant raised three fingers to the sky: "Really, I swear."

"You swear it's a lie."

Zhang Xiaomeng didn't even raise her eyelids: "Why don't you let me maintain world peace? It's going to rain, and you have to marry someone. You have your own life. If these ghost students really cause trouble, then it's their fault." That’s right, so many people die every day in this world, I’m a high school student, can I handle me?”

The old pedant gave Zhang Xiaomeng a thumbs up: "A psychic is a psychic with extraordinary talent. He can say such philosophical words at such a young age."

Zhang Xiaomeng really wanted to scold me X.

The old pedant erected the portrait of Confucius again, scratched the portrait with a ruler and said, "Then if something happens to her, will you take care of it?"

Zhang Xiaomeng glanced at the portrait with drooping eyelids, and immediately raised her drooping eyelids.

In the picture, it is the seaside of Chaohai Bay, on a piece of golden sand, a handful of four or five people make this beach a bit popular, but it also looks more desolate.

At this time, Zhang Xiaomeng's longing goddess Su Bingbing was wearing a swimsuit, staring at her with big angry eyes. Behind her, two girls also wearing swimsuits were shrinking. Hiding behind Su Bingbing, she seemed to be quite frightened.

In front of Su Bingbing was a wretched man, but this man was not Wang Peng, but a man with a scar on his face. The guy who was like a dead dog in this man's hand was Wang Peng. , and the other boy who was with Wang Peng had fallen to the ground.

Scarface was looking at Su Bingbing with a silver smile at this moment, and his saliva seemed to be drooling.

"Fuck!"

The imaginary picture finally appeared in front of Zhang Xiaomeng, almost making Zhang Xiaomeng think that he would be a prophet, but the male protagonist seemed to have changed.

Whether it's Wang Peng or the man with the scar face, Zhang Xiaomeng's heart is the same at this time, facing his goddess who is about to be treated like humiliation, Zhang Xiaomeng ran away again, with a 'sob' , fisted with both hands, slammed on the portrait of Confucius, and then rushed out of the villa.

"Hey, this distance is not close. I guess the little girl will..."

The old pedant gleefully gave a look you know, which made Zhang Xiaomeng want to beat him to death on the spot.

Who said old gentlemen are moralists?This is a typical representative of immorality!

But Zhang Xiaomeng is not in a hurry anymore, since the old man dared to show him this, there must be a way to control him, so Zhang Xiaomeng simply raised a finger: "I can only promise you one condition."

The old pedant said without thinking, "Help me find those 36 students."

Zhang Xiaomeng stopped haggling, and immediately made a decision: "Hurry up, throw this bastard Scarface into the sea immediately."

The old pedant hurriedly took out a pair of gray cards from his pocket. He didn't know what material it was made of, but it looked particularly dark.

Just when Zhang Xiaomeng thought that the old pedant was going to perform some kind of ghost tricks, or spells to get rid of the man with the scar face, the old man actually picked up a writing brush on the table again, and rubbed it on his tongue. He licked it and handed it to Zhang Xiaomeng, saying: "There is no evidence for what we say, we have to sign an agreement!"

As he said that, the old man pointed to the two gray cards and said, "On this one, just write one word. There are two copies, one for you and one for me."

Sign the agreement?I'll sign your grandpa's agreement, huh?Over there anxiously waiting to save people, you still sign the agreement?
Zhang Xiaomeng was about to run away again, but the old pedant pointed to the picture of Confucius and said: "Look, that little girl is going to be finished, it's over... I'm the only one who can save her at this moment, so hurry up and sign. "

In the picture, the man with the scar face has already stretched out his hand to grab Su Bingbing. Judging from the picture, the distance is no more than half a meter. Seeing that white and tender arm is about to be caught by the scar face, holy The goddess was about to be defiled by big dirty hands, Zhang Xiaomeng was immediately discouraged, and raised her hand to draw a cursive initial on one of the gray cards...

Then he roared angrily: "Hurry up! If there is a problem with this girl's hair, I will make you regret it!"

Zhang Xiaomeng's anger seemed to really scare the old pedant, the old pedant quickly put away the two cards, and said repeatedly: "Go, go, let's go."

Walk?Zhang Xiaomeng was stunned again: "Don't you know ghost skills? Can't you just throw him into the sea?"

The old pedant threw the ruler in his hand to the ground, and said to Zhang Xiaomeng: "The distance is too far, step on this ruler quickly, let's save people!"

Just this broken ruler?What kind of ruler?This old nerve is not playing me, is it?Zhang Xiaomeng felt that she had been spoiled.

That's all, for the sake of the goddess, I'm going all out!
In desperation, Zhang Xiaomeng had no choice but to step on the ruler at the mercy of others.

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