All Girlfriends Are Ghosts

On September 17, it rained.

Tomorrow is the day when the student union will be interviewed. The senior sisters all say that they will stay there for a period of time so that they can exercise their abilities.

But the roommates didn't have much interest, and in the end I was the only one to go.

I was a little nervous.

I have never spoken on stage before, and I will go to the interview tomorrow, will I not perform well?

I'm still stuttering, so surely it will have an impact, right?

I'm so worried, if I am not a stammer and speak fluently, it would be great.

...

After reading this page, Yang Xuming looked dumbfounded.

He continued to look down.

However, in the dim, Yang Xuming's eyes gradually changed.

In a daze, he seemed to see a pair of pale hands slowly stretched out from the pages of the diary.

This pair of pale dead hands silently grabbed his wrist.

The icy feeling spread to Yang Xuming's limbs.

But Yang Xuming looked at all this in a daze, without any response.

His expression became more and more dazed, and his eyes became more and more dull.

Finally, the picture in front of Yang Xuming changed.

He was sitting in a university classroom with a light rain falling outside the window.

In this large classroom, some students were sitting sparsely.

In the first two rows of the classroom, sitting a few mature-looking seniors were asking questions from the interviewers on the podium.

Yang Xuming felt a little familiar with this scene.

It seems that when he first entered the university, the entrance to the student meeting was interviewed?

Yang Xuming turned his head and found a girl sitting beside him.

However, the girl lowered her head, and her long dark hair covered her face, making Yang Xuming unable to see her appearance.

Only the girl's hands, resting quietly on her knees, were a little weirdly pale.

Yang Xuming stared carefully for a while, feeling that his hands seemed a bit familiar, as if he had just seen it?

But before he had time to think about it, the sudden sound in the classroom made him tremble, and he looked at the podium subconsciously.

"Next, Wu Zi."

In the voice of the interviewer, a girl stood up.

Her expression seemed a little nervous.

Even Yang Xuming can see that the girl's walking movements are a bit stiff.

He quietly watched the girl step onto the podium, and watched the girl introduce herself.

"Every... everybody, learn... senior sister, big... hello everyone, I... my name is Wu Wu Wu Wu... Wu Zi, yes..."

Tuk tuk tuk tuk-

The sudden sound of knocking on the table interrupted the girl's narrative.

An interviewer wearing glasses said, "This classmate, you can calm down first, take a few deep breaths, and then talk. Don't be nervous, this is just an interview, it's not a big deal."

The girl nodded quickly, and then took a few deep breaths in accordance with the interviewer's request.

Then she seemed to calm down a bit.

Continue to say, "I...I am ten...18 years old this year, yes... yes yes yes... I am a native of Liupanshui. I am..."

Tuk tuk tuk tuk-

An interviewer wearing glasses interrupted the girl again, somewhat helpless, "Classmate, can you calm down again, can you? At your speaking speed, we probably can only interview you at noon today."

A burst of laughter echoed in the classroom.

In these laughs, the expression on the girl's face seemed to be about to cry.

Her hand gripped the corner of her clothes tightly.

His face was slightly pale.

Under all the gaze, she took a few hard breaths before she spoke again.

"Yes... I'm sorry, Senior Sister, I... I am born with something... I am a little stuttered, I speak... a little slow, but I will try... Nununu... work hard..."

However, after the girl had said this, the female interviewer below rolled her eyes and interrupted directly.

"No need to work hard, you should go home and work hard."

"There are so many people, it's impossible for everyone to delay waiting for you alone."

"In order to come for an interview, all of us here did not eat lunch, all of us were very hungry."

"If you can do it, continue as soon as possible. If it doesn't work, go back. Don't waste everyone's time."

"It's not that we make things difficult for you, but that it is impossible for our student union to pass a stutter."

After the female interviewer had finished speaking, the other interviewers were embarrassed.

They all looked at the woman, but they were obviously daring not to speak.

This woman, obviously has a high voice in this group of people.

Even the man with spectacles who has always been dominant is only embarrassed, but he didn't say anything to refute.

In the classroom, there was a moment of silence.

All the remaining interviewers, and those interviewers, all watched this female interviewer speak.

An awkward and weird atmosphere flows among the crowd.

The woman seemed to be unaware, and said to herself.

"If you join the student union, what can you do for us? Lead an event? To communicate with school leaders and sponsors? Or to promote a new initiative to the majority of students?"

"In the student union, the ability to communicate and communicate is the most important."

"You can't even speak, even if we pass you, what can you do? You can't do anything."

"So I suggest you go back and don't waste our time."

The woman said without looking up, then flipped through the list of interviewees and said, "Next, Cao Maolin."

"...Yes!" A boy stood up a little embarrassed, as if facing the scene in front of him, feeling a little at a loss.

However, just as the boy stood up, a tall boy suddenly stood up in the corner of the classroom.

He kicked the long table in front of him and walked straight out amid the harsh sound of the table shaking.

That weird action made everyone in the classroom look at him in an instant.

The female interviewer who had been talking frowned upon seeing this scene.

She yelled, "Where are you going? The interview is not over, you can't leave early."

The boy turned his head and looked at her indifferently.

"This kind of organization full of wicked pens and mentally retarded people doesn't matter if you don't enter."

"Others call you a sister-in-law, because they respect you, not because you are relying on the old and selling the old to pretend to be capital."

"Open your mouth to school leaders, keep your mouth open and lead the activity, see if you can, and if you don't know, think you are the president of the country."

"No, you are probably more cheating than the president. At least the president will not ridicule a person with a natural defect."

"It doesn't even have the most basic respect for others. An organization like yours that can also be used as a sand sculpture is nothing more than a concentration camp at best."

After speaking, the boy glanced at the **** the podium and said.

"Let's go, don't waste time with these sand sculptures."

"Staying with them for a long time not only wastes time, but also lowers my style."

"When others see you staying with this kind of sand sculpture, they will treat you as a sand sculpture."