This Japanese Story Is Not Too Cold

Beichuan Temple looked at the sound of thousands of cranes lying on the bed, and his mind was a little beating.

He just received the news that it was the head teacher Qianzurui who was frightened when he visited the haunted house.

This makes Beichuan Temple a bit strange.

After all, Thousand Crane Ring is considered to have experienced many battles.

As a teacher who often arranges courage test conferences, she shouldn't be so courageous.

But Qianhejing was frightened.

Thinking of this, Beichuan Temple also stretched out his hand and patted Nishikujo's pitiful half of his head.

The reason why he came to the infirmary was mainly because of the pitiful Nishikujo and Asamiya Eternal Life and the others might be exposed.

After all, Qianhexiang, as the head teacher, also assisted in the arrangement of the haunted house.

With regard to some detailed gadgets, Qianhejing certainly knows the bottom line better than those frightened tourists.

This time he came here to cover the poor Xijiujo and them.

As for Rin Kitagawa...?

She was taken to see Sugihara Wood by Shanyuan Yuko, and she must be still in the dumb-faced meeting now, and she doesn't need to care about her situation.

Beichuan Temple was thinking about it, and the thousand cranes on the bed suddenly moved.

Her body moved first, and then made a noise.

In this regard, Beichuan Temple also stood up without hesitation, staring at Qianhejing with his eyes.

Qianhejing opened his mouth with difficulty first, then slammed his whole body, opening his eyes as if waking up from a nightmare.

She looked at Beichuan Temple next to her with a bewildered face.

"Bei, Beichuan...?!"

Qianhexiang pointed at Beichuan Temple with a panic expression on his face, and then fainted with a scream.

"..." Beichuan Temple.

Beichuan Temple furrowed his brows, raised his hand and patted the pitiful Nishikujo, with a earnest voice: "Don't scare her anymore."

"???" Poor Nishikujo, who was patted on the head by Beichuan Temple, could only look up at him with a dazed expression.

On the other side, the health care teacher who was doing the documentation looked over and looked puzzled: "What's wrong? I seemed to hear an extremely tragic scream just now? Did something happen?"

"Nothing." Beichuan Temple shook his head blankly.

"Really?" The health care teacher looked away with a weird face, and then uneasyly ordered: "If Mr. Qianhe wakes up, he must tell me in time, classmate."

"I know." Beichuan Temple nodded.

Seeing his upright look of wishing to write ‘honest’ on his face, the health care teacher also praised him with satisfaction, and then drew the curtains again and went to work on his own affairs.

And when the other party stretched out his hand to pull on the curtain, the sound of the thousand cranes on the bed moved again.

She opened her eyes with great difficulty.

Then I saw the face of Beichuan Temple again.

There was another scream.

Qianhexiang softened and passed out again.

Seeing this, Beichuan Temple frowned again, stretched out his hand and patted the poor head of Nishikujo.

"???" Saikujiu was pitiful.

Then came the teacher's question and Beichuan Temple's calm response.

When this process came to the third round, Qianhexiang seemed to be mentally prepared in a coma, and finally stopped screaming when he saw Beichuan Temple for the third time.

She just had a cold face, finally stabilizing the dizziness in her mind.

But at the moment when he regained his rationality, Qianhejing couldn't stop the shaking of his hands.

Now Beichuan Temple is right in front of him...what on earth does he want to do?

And where am i?

Is this the infirmary?

Qianhejing did not dare to look around to check his own situation.

"Student Beichuan, did Teacher Qianhe wake up?" The health care teacher's voice came from outside.

Is it really a health room? !

Qianhexiang's complexion moved, and he almost didn't cry with joy in front of Beichuan Temple. It was also when she was about to respond, Beichuan Temple's answer sounded one step ahead of her:

"No, Teacher Qianhe hasn't woken up yet."

This answer made Qianhejing's black eyes rounded.

What exactly do Bei and Beichuan Temple want to do?

Is it possible that you want to kill people in the health room? !

Thinking of this possibility, Qianhexiang could no longer maintain a calm state of mind.

But she did not dare to speak for help.

For fear of where the Beichuan Temple in front of him took out the chainsaw and chopped himself directly into two pieces.

The Great Devil of Beichuan!

This is the real Beichuan Great Demon!

Qianhe banged his bed sheet tightly, his face full of mourning.

However at the next moment.

Beichuan Temple's slightly concerned voice rang in Qianhexiang's ears:

"Are you okay? Teacher Qianhe?"

Hearing this clearly caring remark, the trembling Qianhe was immediately stunned, and she raised her head strangely.

Beichuan Temple said to himself: "I heard that Teacher Qianhe was in a coma in the haunted house, so I rushed back to the actor in charge of the haunted house. Do you know what happened?"

His complexion was a bit incomprehensible, as if he had no idea what was going on in the haunted house.

But this question hit the pain of Qianhejing.

She twitched her hands and feet as soon as she thought of the cold and terrifying haunted house, looking like a sheep epileptic.

The chill that had been dispelled by Beichuan Temple's caring questioning also came back to my heart.

correct! Can't believe Beichuan Temple! There must be some unspeakable secret in Beichuan Temple! Can't be deceived by his honest and upright appearance! Chizuru!

Qianhejing cheered for himself in his heart.

Seeing Qianhejing still not speaking, Beichuan Temple also shook his head, and said in a gentle voice: "Mr. Qianhe, in fact, all you see in the haunted house are only props and mechanisms...my friends have already told me everything. "

"It's all props?!"

As soon as I heard these words, Qianhe could not bear it.

She stretched out her finger unwillingly, and stammered: "Students Bei and Beichuan, you and you said they are all props?! How could there be that kind of props?!"

Muppets that will hand themselves tissues.

Woman floating in the air with a broken neck.

And the roaring chainsaw.

Those are all props? !

You are joking! I can't believe your nonsense at all!

Facing such a thousand cranes, Beichuan Temple did not hesitate to take out the contents of his bag in front of her.

Muppets.

There is also a light gold flooded bell.

Beichuan Temple thought for a while, and finally lifted one of her most feared props, the ‘chain saw’ from the ground.

These things are all the shadows in the haunted house before Qianhexiang, but now they are taken out by Beichuan Temple in such a way that Qianhexiang does not dare to cast his sight on these things.

She subconsciously moved her gaze away, and only glanced at it from time to time with her remaining light, and asked with a trembling voice: "Well, what then?"

Beichuan Temple didn't care about her hurting expression, and took the puppet to himself and said, "Please see."

He reached out and twisted the checkered scarf hung around the doll's neck.

This action is like winding a small puppet, it immediately acted on the bed in a decent way, and even picked up the tissue next to it and handed it to Qianhejing.

But this is only a very short time.

After a while, it seemed that the clockwork on Beichuan Temple had turned to the end, and the puppet stopped moving and fell onto the bed with a snap.

The sight of Qianhe's mouth was wide open, and her voice was incredible: "This... is this really a prop?"

"As you can see." Beichuan Temple calmly passed the puppet in his hand: "This is a very sophisticated little toy that my mother just returned from abroad brought me. Because I think it's good, I used it. This time in the haunted house. Please be careful, this is a very delicate prop."

After hearing this, Qianhejing also took the puppet from Beichuan Temple with both hands.

The little puppet was obediently lying in her palm. Although the hideous appearance still looked a bit terrifying, Qianhejing swallowed his saliva and reached out to gently squeeze the little puppet and rub it again.

After she confirmed that it was almost the same, Beichuan Temple took the puppet from her hand, and then picked up the light gold Kagura bell next to it and explained: "On the surface it looks like a bell, right? Teacher Qianhe?"

Qianhexiang swallowed and nodded.

"But in fact, this is a holographic projection device, and it is also something my mother who just returned home brought me over."

Is your mother again?

Qianhejing rubbed his temples and looked at it attentively.

I saw Beichuan Temple twist the handle of the Kagura bell in front of her.

And then--

The woman whose neck was broken at ninety degrees floated in the air.

As seen in the haunted house.

Qianhe sounded dumbfounded, she couldn't help but whispered: "Foreign...Is the foreign technology so powerful?"

"Yes, it's so realistic." Beichuan Temple retracted the bell blankly, and the holographic projection in the sky disappeared.

Then Qianhejing saw Beichuan Temple pick up the chainsaw, and said without changing his face: "This is also the prop brought to me by my mother who has just returned from abroad."

Qianhexiang scratched his head, and said in a uncertain voice: "...Beichuan classmate...Your mother really... really likes to bring you things back from abroad."

Yes... She hadn't seen the parents of Beichuan Temple much when she held the parent conference before. After all, Beichuan Temple's mother had been working abroad for a long time.

In response to her question, Beichuan Temple didn’t care to stretch out his hand and tore off the chain of the chainsaw from above: “This is actually a prop made by mixing glitter paper and cardboard, but the workmanship is a bit more elaborate. Extraordinarily realistic... Think about it and you'll know that the guard can't allow me to carry a real chainsaw into the north of Beijing, right?"

"...That's true." Qianhexiang agreed with Beichuan Temple's words.

The guards in North Beijing are not vegetarians. How can they see students with hand-held weapons entering the school and not stop them?

Seeing that she had accepted, Beichuan Temple flicked his fingers and said:

"The actual sound of the chainsaw is actually due to the small speaker placed next to it. In fact, this small prop can't be heard at all."

"Is that right?!"

Qianhexiang's expression was a little confused.

The chain is just finely crafted, and the sound is just a small speaker...?

Sensibility told her that it shouldn't be like this, and that what she saw should be more terrifying.

But reason told her that there can be no ghosts in this world, and everything in the haunted house just now was entirely her imagination.

Seeing the sound of the thousand cranes, Beichuan Temple also said while the iron was hot: "My friends and I are very sorry for the surprise of Teacher Qianhe. I hope Teacher Qianhe will not care. They just want to change the haunted house. It's just more interesting."

With this sentence, Qianhexiang took a deep breath.

She almost didn't cry.

Take a look...

Beichuan Temple.

What a good student this is.

Upright and rational, with a gentle attitude towards the teacher, but also able to appreciate the teacher's difficulties.

For a student who cares about her teacher like this, should she still use those ‘unscientific’ things to doubt each other?

Isn't this a bit bad?

If Qianhejing was still afraid of Beichuan Temple just now, then she can now put on the teacher's frame in front of Beichuan Temple again.

She coughed slightly and said gently to Beichuan Temple: "Beichuan classmate. The teacher actually doesn't care about the coming and going of these small props."

Qianhexiang said sternly: "The so-called haunted house is nothing more than a confined environment that suppresses horror, plus some realistic props and excellent performances by ghost actors. Add psychological cues in some places... and amplify these psychological cues, let You are suspicious. This is a common practice in haunted houses."

She ended with a professional expression: "In other words, the reason why I was scared this time is entirely because of the excellent props made by you Beichuan classmate and the performance of your friend, and these can be explained by science clear."

"Therefore, we also have to believe in science all the time, student Beichuan."

"...Hmm." Beichuan Temple responded.

Qianhexiang was satisfied.

Now that it has been figured out that these are all props and performances of ghost actors, there is no need to be afraid at all. She is still her and the majestic class teacher.

But in fact, Qianhexiang still had such a bold idea in his mind.

That is, what Beichuan Temple is saying now is a lie, and his friends are simply a group of ghosts and ghosts——

But how is that possible? !

Qianhe shook his head mockingly:

"Speaking of, student Beichuan, what about your friends who play ghosts? I want to see them again and thank them."

"I have already left, saying that I am embarrassed to continue staying. Next time they will find a way to apologize to Teacher Qianhe." Beichuan Temple replied politely.

Hearing these words, the sound of thousands of cranes sounded and I was very pleased.

Listen...listen!

What a polite Beichuan Temple and his friends.

I was so skeptical of Beichuan Temple just now, and now Qianhexiang just wants to say a word of sorry to Beichuan Temple.

Thinking of this, Qianhexiang said without hesitation: "No need to apologize. I will take the initiative to thank them when we meet next time."

Adults also need to have an adult's temperament, don't be frightened and brood over this matter once.

It should be done in an attitude that doesn't care at all.

After all, the Jingbei Festival is a festival for the children of high school students, so it doesn't matter if they make a fool of themselves.

"Okay. I'll pass it on for you."

Beichuan Temple replied blankly while packing up the props on the bed.

In the process of answering, he also glanced at the pitiful Nishikujo who was lying on the bed.

At this time, Poor Nishikujo was quietly staring at Chizuru with an inaccessible little eyes...