Chapter 51: A child without a mother, long story short

Chapter 51: A child without a mother, long story short

Sigh.

“This matter, ah, is truly one of those ‘a child without a mother, long story short’ situations.”

Zhu Yang was a ghost with a somewhat frail appearance, dark eye bags, and weak vitality.

Pei Ye had recently been self-studying physiognomy and discovered this ghost seemed somewhat lustful.

It was not that he was currently lustful, but rather that his death was related to lust, and his appearance had been fixed after death.

Of course, Pei Ye’s face reading was just something she figured out blindly by studying the wall of books left by Zhu Chun’an. As for whether it was accurate, that was another matter.

But her intuition was very sharp.

“Stop talking nonsense, and stop sighing! If it’s long, make it short. Do you think I have all the time in the world to stay up all night here with you?”

Under the threat of the peach wood sword, Zhu Yang did not continue acting up and honestly explained everything.

“I went with some people to the dare challenge event, and then,” Zhu Yang seemed to recall something terrifying and shuddered, looking weak, pitiful, and helpless, “who knew this was Professor An’s classroom, and there were ghosts everywhere. Before the dare game started, Professor An was busy preparing lessons, but I was so careless I kicked her blackboard, wuwu.”

Pei Ye: “...”

She really wanted to give this guy a round of applause, what amazing operation.

Ghosts all have obsessions, especially those trapped in a certain area unwilling to leave. There must be something here that sustains her obsession.

During her lifetime, Professor An loved scientific research and teaching. After death, she still diligently worked at the podium. Zhu Yang kicking her blackboard.

“Then what happened?”

Zhu Yang sobbed, “...Then, then we started playing the pen spirit game, and the four corners game...”

Pei Ye said, “I asked the officer in charge back then. According to the participants’ descriptions, you did not see any ghosts.”

Zhu Yang looked utterly desperate. “They did not see it, but I saw it!!!”

During the dare game, he vaguely saw blurry human figures and turned pale with fear, rushing back to the dormitory.

On the way back from the warehouse, he always felt like someone was following him.

He tossed and turned and could not sleep, even the warm blanket could not save his icy heart.

Finally, in the middle of the night.

He cautiously stuck his head out and met eyes with Professor An’s pitch black, eerie gaze.

“Can you imagine that scene? It was truly terrifying!”

A bloody face the moment he opened his eyes.

Zhu Yang wanted to scream, but his throat was blocked by a strange force.

His eyes turned red from holding it in, yet he could not even make a sound.

The dormitory was silent. Zhu Yang, lying in the upper bunk, twisted his head and stared directly at the unfamiliar female ghost whose face barely peeked over the edge of the bed.

“That time, I was really scared to death, wuwu.”

Pei Ye curled her lips. “Stop wuwuing. Do you think you’re a train engine? What happened next?”

Zhu Yang sniffled and said, “Professor An lectured me.”

Professor An sternly criticized Zhu Yang for damaging public property.

As a university student, his conduct was too low, so bad it made even ghosts furious.

“You have no idea what I was thinking when I kicked her blackboard. That was her precious treasure.”

He cried until his vision blurred.

That entire night, Zhu Yang was forced to undergo moral education by Professor An.

Under her iron discipline, Zhu Yang repeatedly promised he would become a model of a new era, civilized university student.

Although Professor An did not harm him, her appearance was bloody and mangled, terrifying beyond belief, pushing his heart to its limits every second.

The next day, Zhu Yang, absent minded and dazed, ordered a large blackboard to be sent to the abandoned warehouse, along with more than ten boxes of chalk.

Unexpectedly, his attitude of reflection was too good, and Professor An felt undeserving, so she decided to give him extra tutoring as compensation.

“...Wuwu, I’m already like this, and she still refuses to let me go!!!”

Zhu Yang cried bitterly, but no one sympathized with him.

“She wanted to check my CET-4 and CET-6 scores. If I did not study hard, she made me go to the warehouse at midnight to attend her remedial classes.”

After becoming a ghost for many years, Zhu Yang could never forget Professor An’s eerie face and tone at that time.

“Failed CET-4? As a student of X University, you are truly embarrassing the school!!!”

“Then what happened? Free one on one tutoring, and from a professor too. Sounds pretty nice.”

“Nice my ass!” Zhu Yang sobbed. “What could I do when I was haunted by a vengeful ghost? I could only pretend to cooperate while desperately studying English and memorizing vocabulary, while also looking for a master.”

He did not dare let anyone know he had seen a ghost. Even if he told others, no one would believe him.

After all, the country now rejects superstition. Even if he went to a psychologist and cried, they would only say he was under too much academic pressure and mentally strained.

“...In the end, those masters were all fake, and the talismans they gave me were fake too!!!”

Pei Ye smiled. “Professor An is not an ordinary vengeful ghost. She is very powerful. Even if you had found a real Celestial Master, they might not have been able to do anything to her.”

Zhu Yang had understood this after death, so he could only smile bitterly.

Under Professor An’s supervision, Zhu Yang developed an unprecedented enthusiasm for English.

He thought her forcing him to study was a trick of a ghost, that if he failed CET-4 he would die or be eaten.

Under the terrifying pressure of death, his mental state during that time was extremely tense and sensitive.

This also made him irritable whenever studying went poorly, wanting to smash things, wanting to destroy things, and even eventually self harming.

Finally, the CET-4 and CET-6 exams began.

After the exam, he estimated his score and shed tears of relief.

At that moment, Professor An’s eerie voice entered his ears!!!

Zhu Yang was instantly drained of strength, his face pale and panicked as he looked around.

“Roof!”

Zhu Yang did not dare refuse. Driven by fear, his legs went weak like noodles.

Hearing this, Pei Ye already knew the next part of the story would be Zhu Yang falling from the building.

“What did Professor An say to you?”

Zhu Yang covered his face in pain. “She scolded me head on. I forgot to fill in the answer sheet for CET-4.”

Pei Ye: “...”

Professor An was very disappointed, and Zhu Yang was also in despair.

That night, he sat on the rooftop feeling the wind, thinking about life.

Why did he forget to fill in the answer sheet?

Ghosts were not the cause. Only stupidity could maintain life. Otherwise, he would not even dare to write at night.