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Ziya still didn't see anyone, looking at the spot Sun Meng was pointing to, which was just a table and a bench. "Did you really see someone?" Ziya felt a chill run down her spine and slowly moved closer to Sun Meng, hoping she wouldn't scream when she realized Ziya hadn't seen anything.
"Yeah! Didn't you see?" Sun Meng noticed Ziya's unusual behavior as she hurriedly approached her, feeling something was off. She shivered and asked in a trembling voice.
Just as Ziya was about to respond to Sun Meng, Zhiqing walked in, carrying two bowls of steaming food. He entered and immediately noticed the two of them staring strangely at the front row of seats.
"What are you looking at? Is there a handsome guy sitting there?" Zhiqing said with a teasing tone.
In just a few seconds after Zhiqing entered, the person Sun Meng had seen slowly stood up and walked toward the door, brushing past Zhiqing. Seeing Sun Meng's gaze shift from him to the door, Zhiqing watched as the classroom door slammed shut with a loud bang.
"Oh my god!" With a clatter, Zhiqing dropped the bowl he was holding on the floor. He shouted in surprise and hurried over to Ziya and Sun Meng, staring blankly at the now-closed classroom door.
Ziya suddenly understood why they felt like cleaning took so long tonight; it was because she had wiped that blackboard countless times. Plus, it had gotten dark earlier than usual. Why was all this happening?
Sun Meng appeared bold on the surface, but psychologically speaking, when someone encounters something terrifying or has fears lurking within, they tend to cover up their fear by creating external factors to mask what they feel inside.
Sun Meng was that kind of person. Since childhood, she had loved seeing things others couldn't, so she deliberately put on a brave front to show others and bolster her own courage.
Zhiqing also harbored latent fears from old legends and family warnings. Suddenly seeing no one around, feeling no wind, and witnessing the classroom door close automatically felt as if someone had yanked the doorknob hard to shut it. This was something he and Ziya hadn't seen, but Sun Meng had clearly seen that 'person' pulling the doorknob closed with force.
"This... it's nothing, right?" Although Zhiqing was scared too, he was the class monitor and considered himself a proper man. He desperately wanted to project an image of heroism in front of someone.
"There is... Do you know how many times I wiped the blackboard just now?" Ziya decided to reveal the strange incident that had just occurred. Since they all witnessed it happen firsthand, it would be better to lay everything bare. Sun Meng's face changed dramatically; she had already dropped her cloth in fright and was now gripping Ziya's arm tightly, her teeth chattering audibly.
"Hey! Aren't you usually pretty tough? Why are you so scared now?" Zhiqing tried to suppress his own fear and spoke lightly to Sun Meng. Then he turned to Ziya and asked, "What happened with the blackboard? You..." As he spoke, he glanced at the blackboard. "You’re not going to tell me you didn’t wipe it clean, are you?"
"What?" Both Ziya and Sun Meng followed Zhiqing's gaze, and there on the blackboard were two large handprints glaringly visible in their line of sight.
"No... I clearly cleaned it just now, right, Sun Meng?" Ziya's body tensed up, her hair standing on end, and she felt her voice tremble with a sense of helplessness.
"Yeah... yeah... there's a ghost! What should we do? Let's run!" Sun Meng was so scared that her upper teeth clacked against her lower teeth, and her tongue felt heavy as she struggled to speak.
"Wait... it's fine, don't panic. We haven't provoked them, so there's no need to be afraid. Let's stop cleaning and head back to the dormitory now. Come on! I'll take you back and grab the food," Zhiqing said as he squatted down to pick up the food that hadn't completely spilled. He looked at the trembling girls and led the way toward the door.
Zhiqing placed the bowl on the desk and pulled hard on the doorknob, but all he got was a creaking sound as if someone had locked it from the outside; it wouldn't budge.
"I'll give it a try."
"Don't," Sun Meng tried to stop Ziya from acting.
"It's fine; we can't just stay here! Even though it's April, the temperature is still fluctuating like spring," Ziya said, her face slightly pale as she gently comforted Sun Meng. She left her side and went over to Zhiqing, reaching for the classroom door.
One pull, two pulls, three pulls—the door remained stubbornly still. Ziya sighed in frustration, rubbing her sore fingers. "What’s going on? Can you tell us, Class Leader?"
Zhiqing shrugged, indicating he had no answers. His brows furrowed in thought: this situation had never happened before. Could it be that someone had disturbed something here? With that thought in mind, he looked at Sun Meng and Ziya and asked, "Did you say anything earlier? Like curses or something?"
"I didn't. There were handprints on the blackboard, but I didn't say anything; I just wiped it a few times..."
"I... I did curse," Sun Meng admitted as she felt a chill run down her spine at Zhiqing's question. Had she offended something here with what she said by the sink?
"What did you say?"
"I just heard some boys and girls making a ruckus in Pomelo Grove. I thought... since they weren't going home and were haunting this place... I called them rascals."
"You... are speechless. A girl once died in Pomelo Grove, she committed suicide by hanging herself with a scarf from the tree branch in Pomelo Grove." Zhiqing's words undoubtedly instilled a sense of fear in Ziya and Sun Meng, and they exchanged glances.
"What should we do? She has already cursed them; are we supposed to let those things curse back?" Ziya held Sun Meng close, suppressing her inner fear, forgetting her hunger. Every nerve in her body was tense as she stared at the doorway, speaking to Zhiqing in a negotiating tone.
"Sun Meng, did you hear that? Did you hear?"
"I didn't." Ziya quickly replied, though she was also curious to see but afraid at the same time, caught in a conflicting mindset.
"Sun Meng, can you communicate with 'them'?" Zhiqing's question frightened Sun Meng so much that she shook her head vigorously, rejecting Zhiqing's suggestion.
"Can I try?" Ziya asked tentatively.
"No, whoever makes a mistake must bear the responsibility. This isn't a game of house; it's about communicating with ghosts."
Sun Meng kept her head down, too scared to speak. The usual fierceness she displayed was nowhere to be found; at that moment, she resembled a frightened little kitten, tightly leaning against Ziya and Zhiqing.
"Class monitor, you seem to know a lot. How do you know about communicating with them?" Ziya pressed on with her questions.
"Because... because first you must promise that this secret won't leak before I tell you," Zhiqing hesitated as she spoke to Ziya and Sun Meng.
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