Handbook of Laughing Girl

"We all know you are great, so you don't need to show it off."

The girl rolled her eyes to express her disdain.

"I didn't show off."

Mo Jingan was relatively clumsy and could only argue awkwardly.

"I know you like to be nosy, you don't have to show it off."

Yu Xi's voice was impatient, she stopped turning the pen, put the pen on the desk, and looked at the girl sideways.

There was a sound of laughter around, and the girl turned her head in embarrassment and said nothing.

Mo Jingan's fingers trembled unconsciously. Look, these people just like to bully and fear hardship. They bully her, but they are timid and stammer with others.

"You go ahead and leave her alone."

Yu Xi raised his chin to Mo Jingan, Mo Jingan nodded, and continued to talk to Yu Xi.

When Yu Xi lowered his head to think, Mo Jingan looked at the small piece of white neck, his heart pounding.

She had never thought that she could get along with Yu Xi so peacefully. After all, Yu Xi seemed to be very difficult to get along with, and Yu Xi just opened his mouth to help her. Such a powerful person will soon be her sister.

Mo Jingan heard the cheers in his heart, at least he was no longer alone.

Sister...Sister...It's a wonderful feeling.

The world is silent, only the stickiness and irritability of summer entangle the students who are still struggling to write.

When the fan turned, it made a harsh and strong squeaking sound, which was mentally devastating.

Yu Xi listened to the more and more harsh sound, and turned to look at her deskmate. The girl was reading the novel without noticing the harsh creak.

The sound became louder and louder, and the cicadas outside the classroom disappeared completely in the last hysterical cry.

No, it's not that there is no trace, it's just that the sound is suppressed by the sound of the fan.

The noisy sounds stopped, and the people who moved the table and the pen nib on the paper were inaudible. Only the fan, which seemed to be moving and shaking at high speed, was brushing its presence.

Yan Zhuo has woke up from his deep sleep, staring at the fan in the classroom, Zhao Shu writes on his own, turning a deaf ear to everything around him.

Mo Jingan felt a little weird. The fan's voice was too loud, making it impossible to concentrate on studying. The harsh sound seemed to penetrate the eardrum, giving people a violent feeling.

What's even stranger is that there is no sound, no other sound.

Normally, the sound of a fan is not so harsh. There will be fine complaints in the classroom, and the teacher will look up and notice the situation, but no, the classroom is very quiet, except for the sound of the fan rotating, there is no movement.

Mo Jingan looked at the electric fan diagonally above her. The fan turned very fast. Every time she looked at it, she felt a sense of horror. Will her head be cut, will she be harmed...

Mo Jingan put away his messy thoughts. Many people would have this kind of thoughts just like her. It is not surprising, the truth is that nothing will happen.

Mo Jingan turned his attention to the teacher. Today is the evening study of the political teacher. His computer is green, and the screen reflects on his expressionless face, which looks a bit scary.

The politics teacher doesn't like particularly noisy sounds, so he would rather the students sleep in his class. In the past, when the fan broke and made a noise, he would turn off the fan intolerably, and then notify someone to repair it.

The voice was loud today, but he didn't move at all, as if he hadn't heard it at all.

Yan Zhuo got up from his seat, walked to the back, turned off the fan, and the fan dangling in the back stopped.

The voice is still there.

Yan Zhuo frowned, Yu Xi got up and walked to the front, turned off the front fan, all the fans stopped dangling, but the sound was still there.

Mo Jingan looked at the stopped fan with a little horror, and flicked his ears.

The sound is still there, why is it still!

"Um...did you hear something?"

Mo Jingan pulled the sleeve of his deskmate.

The same table was doing math problems, turning his head slowly, his movements looked stiff.

He grinned at Mo Jingan, that smile was very slow and slow, Mo Jingan could clearly see every movement of his muscles, his eyes were hollow, Mo Jingan's hand trembled, and he retracted .

"It's okay...you can write yours."

The harsh sound of the fan hasn't stopped...

The tablemate turned his head back again, holding a pen and writing stroke by stroke.

Mo Jingan cast his eyes to Yu Xi who was standing at the front door, the eyes under the black-rimmed glasses were very dazed.

Zhao Shu arranged the homework, calmly looked at Yu Xi standing in front, and looked around at Mo Jingan on her right and Yan Zhuo at the back.

"How is this going?"

She saw that the fan had been turned off.

"It's a bit strange... Could it be the voice of a fan in someone else's class?"

Mo Jingan's voice was small and thin, with a little vibrato.

"Impossible, it won't be that loud."

Zhao Shu also stood up, looked at the fan and then at other people.

Mo Jingan was shocked by the sudden ringing of the bell after class, and then she was enveloped in a deeper mist.

Normally the evening self-study is over, the classroom will be a little noisy, chatting, squatting, and problematic, but in Mo Jingan’s ears there is only the sound of a squeaking fan. She watched those people laugh and talk. But she could not hear the sound.

It's like watching an absurd mime.

"Did you hear the sound of a fan when you were just in class?"

Zhao Shu asked his deskmate.

"what sound?"

The tablemate looked at Zhao Shu suspiciously.

"Don't you think the fan is noisy?"

"Fan? No, it's quiet."

Zhao Shu and Yu Xi looked at each other, Yan Zhuo walked out, Yu Xi followed him, Mo Jingan also ran out to follow Yu Xi, Zhao Shu shrugged and followed out.

Each class looked no different from the past, but none of them heard the heavy and sultry sound.

"I'm going, why is it so loud, I'm obviously closed, this school has bad reviews."

It was a boy with round glasses, his hand was placed on the switch of the fan in their class, and his face was full.

"Have you heard the sound of the fan spinning?"

Zhao Shu leaned at the door of their class.

"Yeah, it's a ghost, they can't hear it, it seems that you have heard it too, that's good, it's not that I have a problem."

The boy patted his chest and let out a long sigh of relief.

"What's the matter, is it really hitting a ghost?"

The boy touched his face.

"Zuo Zhi, I remember that you told people the day before yesterday to implement the scientific concepts of socialism."

Mo Jingan pushed his glasses.

"Cough cough cough cough."

Zuo Zhi is the boy with round glasses who is embarrassed and coughs. What is it to comfort the frightened little beauty.

Yan Zhuo didn't speak, he walked downstairs, preparing to study at night.

Yu Xi naturally followed him, and Mo Jingan followed Yu Xi silently.

Zhao Shu looked at them and quickly followed. Zuo Zhi was there thinking about it, but when he saw that the large group had gone, he hurriedly followed.

"What are you doing, skip class collectively?"

Zuo Zhi's eyes were filled with excitement, it was the first time he did this kind of thing.

Yan Zhuogang was about to climb the wall and was illuminated by a flashlight.

"Why are you doing? How many classes do you want to skip class? Go back and go back, or you will be registered for deductions."

The doorman raised his flashlight and dangled.

Squeak... Squeak...

Mo Jingan shook his head, trying to get rid of the annoying sound, but it was useless.

"Have you heard of the school's weird talk?"

Zhao Shu looked at Yan Zhuo with black and white eyes.

"Have you heard that..."

Zuo Zhi's eyes widened.

Mo Jingan looked at a loss, what kind of strange story, is there any story in their school that can't be made?

"I'm going to see what the **** is it."

Yan Zhuo let out a sneer, raised his leg and returned to the original path in the direction of the teaching building.

"It's not right."

Zuo Zhi leaned on the wall, his face faintly pale.

Mo Jingan's expression also changed drastically, and he pulled Yu Xi's sleeve, Yu Xi squinted his eyes and held Mo Jingan.

This is their school building, but it doesn't look like it.

The scale is still the same, but the walls are uniformly white painted, and the blue and white lights illuminate the aisle, which looks very permeating.

"Our walls have been painted with green paint long ago?"

Zuo Zhi's expression was reluctant.

"The first strange story. The man died in the classroom and was hanged by a fan driven by a rope. Some people said that there was a ghost of that man in the fan."

Zhao Shu's face was not very good either, and he whispered words like ghost stories.

"Just look at it and you'll find out."

Yu Xi took Mo Jingan's hand and started walking up. Their classroom was on the third floor.

Mo Jingan felt Yu Xi's body temperature, and immediately let go of his hanging heart.

"Will you live together in the future?"

Mo Jingan squeezed a little tightly.

She doesn't know how big Yu Xi's family is, and whether her own home is not big or small, she wonders if Auntie and Yu Xi will move in. Auntie will definitely do it. Where is Yu Xi?

"Probably."

Yu Xi gave an ambiguous answer.

A lot of people rushed up and down the hallway.

Zuo Zhi was next to Yan Zhuo, and no matter how terrifying the uncle outsiders told him, he was now full of ghosts and ghosts.

Yan Zhuo tried to shake off the hand of the person next to him, but got a pleading look.

"I'm afraid... Look at their school uniform... Will you let me pull it?"

Zuo Zhi felt that his lips were trembling. The school uniform was of the previous style. The school changed it a few years ago. All these people are still wearing that style of school uniform!

Yan Zhuo shook his hand, but was gripped tighter, and he didn't bother to struggle.

"Let's play a game!"

"See if you can fly! Don't be afraid! We just have a try."

"Don't you want to be good friends with us? Why don't you want to play this game with us?"

"Don't worry, it's just a fan. If it breaks, we will accompany you, don't be afraid."

Yu Xi stood at the door holding Mo Jingan, quietly watching the scene in the class.

A girl tied a silk ribbon around the neck of a skinny boy and tied a beautiful bow, while the other side of the long silk was thrown around the fan by a boy who stepped on the table.

"Yo, it's starting to fly."

The boy leaning on the door smiled maliciously and twisted the switch.

"do not want!"

Mo Jingan instantly understood what they wanted to do, and immediately shouted.