In the world of Zongman, the ruthless monks just want to play badly

That's Baili's seat.

When Shizuka Hiratsuka thought of her embarrassing performance yesterday, she couldn't help but dig her toes into the ground.

Fortunately, Baili didn't take it too seriously...

Otherwise, my career as a teacher will be over, right? (Sad)

Because she couldn't concentrate, Shizuka Hiratsuka's lecture was a bit disorganized.

Fortunately, many students were not paying attention to the class and their eyes were secretly looking at a figure by the window.

After finally making it to lunch break, she patted her chest as if relieved, and then knocked on the podium.

"get out of class is over now. Um, Baili classmate... come with me to my office."

……

The teacher's office is very quiet.

Shizuka Hiratsuka sat casually on the chair and wanted to light a cigarette, but when she saw the handsome boy in front of her frowning slightly, she retracted her hand that was reaching for the lighter.

"Hiratsuka-sensei, what can I do for you?"

Bai Li's attitude is very calm, which is actually a bit out of place in a country like Japan where there is a clear distinction between upper and lower classes.

Lower grade students must maintain respect even when facing senior students, otherwise they may be bullied, not to mention teachers at a higher level.

But Shizuka Hiratsuka was not the type to put on airs. Even when facing that pure and beautiful face that emanated boundless gravity like a vortex, she subconsciously straightened her back.

Just like a newcomer in the company facing his seniors, he put himself in a lower position.

"It's not a big deal."

The female teacher in a white coat sat upright and coughed lightly, "Bai Li, you are an international student, right?"

"Have you found anything difficult to get used to on campus recently? Or have you encountered any problems?"

"If you have any, please tell me. As your teacher, I have an obligation to help you solve any difficulties during your study abroad."

Xiaojing came up with this righteous excuse after thinking hard about it for most of the night.

As an international student, it is normal to not be used to living in a foreign country, right?

Because they have no common language, they can only go it alone, which may cause psychological problems in the long run!

As a righteous people's teacher, Shizuka Hiratsuka must not stand idly by!

"I'm doing fine and I'm very satisfied with my life on campus. Thank you, Mr. Hiratsuka, for your concern."

Bai Li nodded slightly, "Is there anything else? If not, I'll leave first."

"Etc., etc!"

Seeing him turn around and leave, Xiao Jing hurriedly grabbed his hand, then let go as if she had been electrocuted, with a strange blush on her face.

"Well, school has already started for two days. Have you thought about the club yet?"

Neon School has a strong club culture. Most students will join a club that they are interested in and participate in club activities after school.

But there are also a few people who are used to being alone and refuse to join any clubs. They are the so-called "homecoming club" members.

"I'm not interested in clubs at school."

Bai Li doesn't have many hobbies, cooking is one of them, but he doesn't plan to join the school's cooking club.

The reason is simple: almost all members of the cooking club are girls.

There is an old Chinese saying that goes, "Throwing a meat bun at a dog will never come back."

Unfortunately, judging by the current situation, if he joins the cooking club, he will be the meat bun that never comes back.

but……

"Hiratsuka-sensei, even if you're a freshman, you should have the right to create a club, right?"

"If it's a freshman, then it's not possible for now."

Shizuka Hiratsuka shook her head. "Maybe it's allowed in other schools, but at Xiuhua, only sophomores and above are eligible to create clubs. That's the school rule."

After a pause, he became curious again, "Why are you asking this? Are you planning to start your own club?"

"Yes."

Baili was a little embarrassed.

I had originally wanted to create a supernatural research department as a way to test the waters for opening an exorcism agency, but ended up getting stuck on grade level.

"Actually, if you really want to create a club, there are ways to do it."

Hiratsuka Shizuka pinched her chin and said seriously, "I can help you with this. After all, it is a teacher's responsibility to help students solve their problems."

Although she looks like an unkempt older female teacher, Xiaojing is not an ordinary person.

Which ordinary person can afford to drive an Aston Martin Vantage?

And there are at least three such luxury cars parked in her garage!

In a surprising turn of events, Baili did not refuse, "Thank you very much for your kindness, Mr. Hiratsuka."

"Oh, thank you for nothing!"

Xiao Jing waved her hands nonchalantly, "Leave it to me."

……

leave the office.

It was lunchtime, and Bai Li planned to go to the cafeteria to buy something to eat and try some food.

Although Japanese students have always had the habit of bringing their own lunch boxes, not everyone has this condition, and there is certainly no shortage of canteens in schools.

But before he took a few steps, he sensed a strange aura.

"Are there ghosts around here?"

Baili frowned.

As a disciple of Xuantian Sect, a righteous cultivator with a good family background, it is his responsibility to slay demons and eliminate evil.

Although he is not an extremist who thinks that all monsters should die, the fact is that if you kill nine out of ten monsters, there may still be some that slip through the net.

No matter what, since you have encountered it, you can't just ignore it.

Not to mention the merit rewards.

Baili quickly followed the faint scent of ghosts to the source.

It was a classroom that seemed to have been abandoned. The tables, chairs and benches were piled in the corner, covered with a light layer of dust.

In the center of the room, there was a girl who looked very familiar. She seemed to be a classmate. The pink-haired girl in pink sportswear was squatting with her head in her hands, her eyes full of tears. Her petite body couldn't stop shaking.

Chapter 7: Visible Pochi

For a girl named "Goto Ichiri", this should have been an ordinary day.

I wake up normally, eat breakfast normally, take the two-hour one-way tram to school normally, spend another lonely day normally, and finally go home normally to rest and wait for the next day to come.

But even such a plain script like clear water went wrong at the very first stage.

When Goto Ichiri opened his eyes, what he saw was not the familiar ceiling, but a terrifying ghost face with bright red lipstick, a purple complexion, and protruding fangs.

Seeing that she was awake, the ghost face asked ecstatically: "Can you see me? Can you see me?"

His brain short-circuited, Bochi looked dazed, and he even lost the ability to speak.

Ghost Face kept asking her questions for a long time but got no response. Perhaps he thought the pink-haired slime was still asleep, so he finally lost his patience and floated away.

Pochi finally came to his senses and was worried about the safety of his family, so he ran downstairs in his pajamas.

She finally breathed a sigh of relief when she reached the living room.

Dad was sitting on the sofa watching TV, Mom was preparing breakfast in the kitchen, and my sister was having fun with Jimmy Henry.

Everything seemed normal, except for the ghost face floating next to Dad.

It seems that no one can see it except yourself?

Although he was very close to the ghost face, his father's expression remained calm. He even asked her curiously why she got up so early today.

With his intuition, Pochi always felt that something bad would happen if Ghost Face found out that he could see it.

So she stammered and answered perfunctorily, ate a nervous breakfast, and was urged to leave the house by her mother who was worried that she would be late for school.

Until I got on the tram and looked at the carriage which was no different from usual, with warm sunlight pouring through the transparent windows, it seemed like the years were peaceful.

Goto Ichiri almost thought that he had seen it wrong. Maybe what happened in the morning was just an illusion?

But before she could breathe a sigh of relief, she encountered another monster near the school.

Wearing a black and white college uniform, with long, white bare legs, she jumps around and looks like the energetic JK that can be found everywhere.

But, it's missing a head.

Happy boy!

This word flashed through the girl's mind for the first time.

It is said that this monster was born from the anxiety of a young female student and is a well-known urban legend in Neon.

Like the ghost face at home, this curious boy always walked with a brisk pace, and from time to time ran to the side of the passing students and whispered in her ear:

"Can you see me?"

God knows what organ a monster without even a head uses to make sounds!

Goto Ichiri wanted to turn around and run, but the Kiki-doji kept his eyes on her. Although he was still seven or eight meters away, he was next to her in the blink of an eye.

Then, he leaned over gently.

"Can you see it? Can you see it?"

As a weak, pitiful and helpless person with social anxiety, Goto Ichiri has very little experience in communicating with humans, let alone with ghosts.

As expected, his trap was exposed, and he was then chased by the excited Xiqi boy.

Little Pochi ran away and soon ran out of the school. In a panic, he ran into an alley and hid next to a trash can, shivering.