Chapter 132 New Experience, Ou Bingjun's Reward The next day I took my parents to visit my school. Seeing that my life was normal, they left the next Bingjun agreed to be my helper, but he made one more request, which was that if he helped me deal with an "evil ghost" once, he would be given the use of his body for one more day as a reward. I agreed readily. The fact that he made such a request actually proved that he had no intention of owning my body, and it was also reasonable to offer a reward. A boss who doesn’t reward workers who have made outstanding contributions, oh no, he doesn’t reward workers as ghosts, is not a good boss. I redeemed this month's reward in advance, and the next day, I gave my body to Ou Bingjun. The breakfast in the cafeteria alone made him dizzy. He hesitated for a long time, and finally chose fried dough sticks, soy milk, and a scallion pancake. The pancake is filled with shredded potatoes, carrots, green peppers and meat. "We used to only be able to eat these things during holidays, and they were always sold out. Now we can choose them at will." He lamented, “Some people throw away the food before they finish it.” I think it was because I saw someone throwing away leftovers when I was putting away the dishes.
After breakfast, he began to wander around the campus. I judged where he went by the sounds around me. He went to the library, then to the classroom, and then stayed on the playground for a long time. I heard the sound of balls hitting the ground, the voices of men and women, the cheers when goals were scored, and the regret and encouragement when the ball was lost. After watching for a while, he asked me, "What kind of sport is this?" "Basketball and volleyball." He had never played these sports in his time. I explained the rules of these sports to him and he listened with great interest. He only started playing after the crowd dispersed at noon. Then he walked out of the school gate. There was a string of snack bars and milk tea shops at the school gate, and he was quickly attracted by them. "It smells good." I heard him mutter to himself. I resigned myself to my fate and taught him how to pay with his phone. "Classmate, your bubble milk tea is ready." The friction sound of the plastic bag was followed by the sounds of chewing and swallowing. “This stuff tastes really good.” Having tasted the sweetness, he went to one store after another to eat spicy hot pot, fried chicken, grilled sausages and small cakes. Fortunately, I have a big appetite so I can stuff so much food into his stomach. He especially likes sweets. Perhaps it’s because his previous life was too bitter, and he always hopes for a little more sweetness. After eating and drinking, he asked me that he wanted to go to the theatre and where he could watch some opera. "I don't know about that. I have to check online which theater has the performance and at what time," I replied. “What is the Internet?” I:…… It took me a lot of effort to explain to him what the Internet is. "…For example, if you want to watch an opera performance, you can go back to the dormitory and connect to the campus network to watch it now." Ou Bingjun immediately rushed back to the dormitory, returned his body to me temporarily, and asked me to find some opera for him to watch. I found a lot of operas based on my memories of empathy, and even looked for live versions. When the camera scanned the audience, I could see that they were either laughing happily or crying sadly for the characters in the opera.
I want him to see that the world's attitude towards opera has undergone a radical change. Ou Bingjun watched the show with my computer in his arms for the whole evening. Sometimes he clapped and sometimes he booed in disapproval, muttering things like "How can it be performed like this?", "It's nonsense", "If it were me, I would do this and that". When he got excited, he would sing a few lines along, and then he would say that my voice was like a broken gong and I couldn't sing out my original charm at all. I was so angry that I almost collapsed, and my roommate Kang Yan was also stunned. Ou Bingjun was immersed in his own world, entertaining himself and doing what he wanted. I ordered him to go to bed at 11 o'clock in the evening, otherwise the extra time would be deducted from the next month. Only then did he turn off the computer and go to bed. When I woke up the next morning, I was mute as expected. Ou Bingjun's wish was fulfilled. He became very motivated to work and asked me when I would take him to see those "evil ghosts". I thought about it carefully and decided that it was impossible for me to have evil spirits with Taoist Master Chen in the small teahouse. On the one hand, Taoist Master Chen and King Xie would never agree to let me empathize with those evil spirits. On the other hand, there was a formation there and I couldn't even get close to it without the Judge's Pen. So I can only find an evil ghost myself to try it out. Soon, I arrived at Longxing Real Estate. The haunted house is still my first target. It was still less than eight o'clock in the morning when I pushed open the door of Longxing Real Estate. To my surprise, as soon as I entered the door, I saw Brother Yu and Sang Zimei hugging each other. Hearing the noise, the two people separated in an instant like frightened birds, but the uneven lipstick marks on Brother Yu's mouth and the abnormally flushed cheeks on Sister Sang had already exposed their relationship. I froze in place, unable to react for a moment. Brother Yu and Sister Sang...are together? On the contrary, Sister Sang naturally straightened her slightly crooked collar, walked towards me and gave me a big hug. "Cancan, I haven't seen you for a long time. I really missed you!" I glanced at Brother Yu, who looked guilty, and pouted: "Hey, don't change the subject. I saw it all. When did you two get together? Why didn't you tell me?" Sister Sang played dumb with me: "It happened not long ago. I don't see you very often. If you came here more often, I would definitely tell you!" I didn’t dwell on this matter any further because I noticed that there was something wrong with the expressions on Brother Yu and Sister Sang’s faces. The qi of both of them had some blue-gray lines at the fish tail, which was messy and looked gloomy. The couple has sexual discord. But I couldn't ask directly about this kind of thing, so I had to ask indirectly: "So you two are living together now?" Sister Sang was a little shy: "Cancan, I didn't expect that you know so much at such a young age!" I coughed and said, "If you find anything wrong in your life in the future, remember to come to me. Maybe I can solve it for you!" Sister Sang and Brother Yu were a little puzzled; "What could be wrong with us?" I couldn't say it clearly, so I just repeated, "Just remember what I said. If you really feel something is wrong, remember to come find me." Sister Sang nodded, not quite understanding. I felt relieved: "Oh, by the way, has the boss specified any houses for me to visit recently?"
"You mean those haunted houses!" Brother Yu nodded, "There's only one. An old man died in it. We need to try sleeping in it to add some yang energy to the house." I was a little disappointed. An old man who died of old age was unlikely to become a ghost. The result was just as I expected. The house was clean, and the old man had gone to the underworld. Ou Bingjun: "Why don't you go find your lover? He asked you to help him catch ghosts. He charged eight thousand for each ghost." My face darkened: What you said makes some sense, I can indeed look for him, but - Why don't you say "little lover" again?