"A Xiao, will we be here during the day in the future?"

"Wangwu?" A Xiao shook his tail.

"I'm still a little worried. It's great to meet earlier."

"Wang!Wang Wang!"

"A Xiao, you said she would come, right? What kind of snacks would she like? Or dolls?"

"Wangwu~~~" A Xiao's weak voice answered, and he was too lazy to move his tail.

"Are you mocking me? Damn A Xiao, I'll give you an expired can next time."

The news was being reported on the TV in the guild. Suddenly, the man stopped talking. The news on the TV caught his attention, and his mouth was slightly opened, full of surprises.

The exams that are everywhere in life are also ubiquitous competitions. This is how life is. But what can the first place on the test paper really prove?

There is only No. 1413 Yinyang Street on Huangquan Road. Legend: The Reincarnation Apartment No. 1414 will only appear at midnight. The lost soul will come there under the guidance of the dark green light. Ghosts can make deals with him. People with strong desires in their hearts can also come to the apartment at midnight. Rumors say: The boss there was once a descendant of the royal family, some people say he was the ever-winning general, and some people say he was the helper of the King of Hell, who specializes in sucking ghosts. No one knows his age, and few people have seen his true face. His only hobby seems to be sitting in the corner, looking at the empty night and the twinkling stars in the sky. Until the sun comes out, he disappears into the first ray of sunshine in the morning with the apartment.

I slept until dawn. My mother saw that I was still in a mess and exhausted when I woke up. She touched my forehead: "Child, what's wrong with you?"

"Didn't my little sister go to school yesterday to report?

"It went smoothly, and there was an accident on the way." I was depressed and told about what happened yesterday.

"You have tried your best," said the father. "Besides, accidents are everywhere."

"I know, but when I see so many people dead, I can't do anything."

"There are many helpless things, and this is just a part of our lives, and you will understand it in the future."

"But I will become a soldier in the future, right?" I lowered my head and saw that the rich breakfast had no appetite.

"Don't think about it anymore." The eldest brother persuaded.

When I opened the newly published book, my head was so big. It was probably the limit that normal people could bear.

I was idle all day at home and I was so impatient, and my grandfather's story almost made me feel energetic.

In the teacher's office, teachers are carefully correcting homework and exam papers, and several teachers are also chatting without a word.

Yue Zhiyu walked into the office with the textbooks seriously.

"Teacher Yue, have you finished correcting your homework?"

"Well" Yue Zhiyu didn't need to look back and knew that he was Zhao Dawei, the most unrestrained teacher in the school. He was smiling every day, so how could he teach students well?

"Dawei, you look decadent. Didn't you sleep well yesterday?" Teacher Yu Yang asked.

"yes."

"What did you do?"

"I drank too much. I drank three times a night and I felt like I was about to die."

"You, can you be more serious? How old is it?"

"Yes, yes, Teacher Yu is the most serious. He learns from you and I miss you tribute."

"If you don't quickly correct your homework and test papers, do you think your dear principal can let you go?"

"Oh, that's about the same."

"Please, we are teachers."

Zhao Dawei was reluctant to sit up from the chair and finally got into work. His mind was covered in mud and almost mechanically drew the marks and red crosses.

After get off work, Yue Zhiyu packed up his things alone and walked out of the campus silently. He was not concerned about anything, was not enthusiastic about colleagues, and even the grades in the class were almost unattracted, which discouraged many female teachers who liked him.

Yue Zhiyu finally found the location of the cram school and walked up the dilapidated stairs. He found that he was driving downstairs of a black hotel. There was also a self-service machine for adults at the door. After walking through the dim corridor, Yue Zhiyu stopped in front of the mottled door with a piece of A4 paper pasted on it with the words "Principal's Office".

‘Bang bang bang’ Yue Zhiyu politely knocked on the door three times.

"Please come in."

"Hello, I'm the new tutor."

"Hello, Teacher Yue, the class you are responsible for is in Class 101. Regarding salary and benefits, we will discuss any questions at any time."

"Okay" Yue Zhiyu turned around and came to the class he was responsible for. There were only a few students in it, and they were all absent-mindedly flipping textbooks. Yue Zhiyu was also on the podium, pursuing the learning questions he had long been familiar with.

During the class break, Yue Zhiyu looked at the contract written by the principal, which was written in detail about working hours and salary payment. Yue Zhiyu happily signed the letter on it, put the contract back on the principal's desk after school and locked the classroom door.

Yue Zhiyu walked out of school alone, and it was already 10:30. He stepped up his pace to return to his single apartment and had to go to work tomorrow.

The time for the joint examination in 10 is approaching, and everyone is very busy. Yue Zhiyu, Yu Yang, and Zhao Dawei have also been transferred to the question setting group. Everyone here will sign confidentiality agreements. Those who leak questions will definitely go to the Education Bureau to severely punish them. What Yue Zhiyu couldn't believe is that the least irrelevant teacher in the world was also in this question setting group. He had already started to curse in his heart. He should beg God and worship Buddha, and not let the retreating person drag everyone down.

After school got off work, Zhao Dawei and Yu Yang bought a lot of beer and snacks and didn't sleep for a night. Who said that the World Cup only once every four years? How could the competition and drinking party be missed?

The next day, I went to work and thought that I opened my mouth and slapped him.

"Hmph!" Yue Zhiyu rolled his eyes and snorted coldly at Zhao Dawei.

"Fake serious." Zhao Dawei also kept looking at Yue Zhiyu and disliked him.

"What did you say?" Yue Zhiyu slapped the table, and everyone looked at the two of them.

"All graduate students look at people with nostrils, right?"

"You two are still in the mood to quarrel?" Yu Yang sat directly between the two. He didn't want these two people to quarrel: "It's easy for both enemies to say a few words."

In fact, Yue Zhiyu envies Zhao Dawei's personality. He can forget many things after he gets drunk.

The students in the cram school were still sitting loosely in the classroom. Yue Zhiyu suddenly wanted to know the grades of the students in the cram school.

He, so he gave them a few chemistry questions. The students were obedient. After receiving the test paper, they lowered their heads and began to concentrate on the test.

Yue Zhiyu was a little absent-minded today, not knowing what was wrong with him, and his right eyelid was always beating. Although he was a chemistry teacher, he also knew that the two muscles were excited when stimulated and contracted repeatedly, so the eyelids were beating. However, if the right eye stuttered still made him feel a little uncomfortable.

Looking at the students who were answering the questions, I was still a little dazed. It seemed that I had forgotten something, but I could not remember it, and I felt a little worried. Yue Zhiyu was thinking about it. What was it?

Yue Zhiyu, who was thinking about things, was interrupted by the sound of the corridor, so he walked out of the classroom. In the dark and dark corridor, he saw two figures slowly walking towards him. One figure was so familiar that it could not be found in his memory. An image of a person smiling was reflected on the windows of the classroom.

Soon Yue Zhiyu saw clearly the person and thought that after 'Grass your mother', he still closed the classroom door.

A conversation between two people came from the corridor: "I really didn't expect that the dead poker face was there too."

"You say less, you're all colleagues."

"Yes, yes, you are a good person. My Teacher Yu."

"Everyone is a colleague, can't we live in peace?"

"Yes, yes, listen to you, listen to you."

Soon the two of them quickly discussed the relevant matters in the principal's office. They were actually teaching the same class, which made Yue Zhiyu very depressed.

The next day, the teachers who came to the question setting office directly at work were all serious. Yue Zhiyu felt a little uncomfortable at this time. What kind of thing could make him feel like this?

Zhao Dawei was a little confused at this time. He softened his temples and his eyes returned to his own straw paper roll again. A broken face, a dead gray broken face. Zhao Dawei suddenly woke up, closed his eyes tightly, and then slowly opened it, and the face disappeared.

Zhao Dawei exhaled, but fortunately he was dazzled, and he slowly raised his head with lingering fear. He heard the sounds around him. He was very gentle and couldn't hear clearly: "Old Yu, are you calling me?"

"No." The voices of the two people attracted everyone's hearing in the quiet conference room.

Zhao Dawei clenched his ears and lowered his head again. His face appeared in a state of lingering spirit. This time, Zhao Dawei realized that people really couldn't scream when they were afraid, and even the most basic reaction would stop instantly. The screams in horror stories are all lie. It turns out that there are so many scammers in this world.

When Zhao Dawei woke up, he was in the infirmary. At this time, Yu Yang was sitting on a chair and frivolously flirting with the novel. Seeing that Zhao Dawei woke up, he joked: "What are you doing? Anemia."

"ah?"

"The doctor said you were anemia, but you were not a lesbian. If you said anemia, you would be anemia. You shouldn't come to your aunt every month, right?"

"Fuck, I'm a pure man."

"Oh, that..." Zhao Dawei wanted to say something, but he didn't know where to start. Some things happened so many years ago were swaying in his mind. Have he forgotten something?
Chapter completed!