Chapter 207: Fright on a Rainy The dean forced himself to swallow the scream that was about to come out of his pocket, threw away the umbrella in his hand, pulled the hand off his shoulder, and rushed to the staff dormitory regardless of anything, trembling with fear. "Tap..." A series of hurried footsteps sounded behind him. Chase, chase! The dean rushed forward in fear, vowing not to look back. "Director, Director..." Li Ying's voice became smaller and smaller, and farther and farther away, and finally disappeared with an umbrella. The dean breathed a sigh of relief, his heart finally settled down. He stopped, bent over and gasped for breath. Finally, he stopped chasing and was safe! It was just a short distance, but the dean felt it was tens of thousands meters long. Looking up at the staff dormitory not far ahead, he felt particularly close to it. He stood up straight and prepared to go back to the staff dormitory when he suddenly saw a man holding an umbrella appear in front of him. He was immediately startled and his heart beat faster. How come he didn't hear any noise and the person appeared? "Director, why don't you hold an umbrella? You're soaked. What if you catch a cold?" The dean closed his eyes in despair. He recognized the owner of the voice. It was the voice of the political teacher, Old Tan. But he suddenly suffered from cerebral congestion half a month ago and died before he could be sent to the hospital.
I must be hallucinating, the dean comforted himself. At this moment, the man with the umbrella slowly turned around and looked at the dean. The man was several feet away and it was dark, so the dean could not see his face clearly. The dean could only see a vague outline. "Boom boom boom", lightning and thunder flashed, and lightning "cracked" across the night sky, striking the head teacher in the direction where he was standing, scaring him so much that his soul almost left his body. Under the light of the lightning, pale faces came into view. Really, it really is Old Tan who has been dead for half a month. How could he appear here? Oh my god! I am so unlucky today. I opened the door for bad luck. I am so unlucky! The headmaster was in tears and wished he could faint and be done with it all. That way he wouldn't have to face so many terrible and scary things. Ideals are beautiful, but reality is cruel. The dean is very sober now, more sober than ever before, and his sobriety almost makes him collapse. But what to do? How to steel yourself, muster up the courage, and face the problems bravely. After all, no one wants to die while being able to live! And if he died, all the teachers and students in the school would be able to see his body tomorrow and would know that he was frightened to death. How embarrassing! For the sake of his face, he must live and live strong. The dean's mind was full of thoughts, but his face remained expressionless. He stood there motionless with an expressionless face. The only sounds he could hear were the rustling of leaves in the wind and the sound of his own heartbeat like a drum. The wind kept blowing and the rain kept falling. The dean was soaked all over. The rain flowed down his head and blocked his vision. The dean knew that he must be in a very embarrassing situation at this moment. Suddenly, Old Tan moved and walked towards the dean in the rain and fog. The "thump-thump" sound of his footsteps was particularly clear in the dark and quiet night. Every step that Old Tan took was like stepping on the dean's heart. He looked at Old Tan approaching him step by step in fear, but he was helpless and had no way to go. Old Tan approached the Dean of Studies and said in a hollow voice, "Dean, let's go! I'll take you back to the dormitory!" The dean stammered a few times, trying to tell Old Tan that he could walk and didn't need him to send him off, but his throat seemed to be blocked by something, making him unable to make a sound. Old Tan urged, "Go! Why are you dawdling? When did you become so timid?" The dean stretched out his trembling hand and wiped the rain off his face. Helplessly, he took a step stiffly and walked forward with his hands and feet together. Nimad! He was a person, why did he have to walk with a ghost? He had no room for rebuttal.
It must be that he had been too successful in the past few decades, and God was displeased with him and deliberately punished him. Tomorrow he would go to burn incense and pray to Buddha, and ask for a talisman. No matter whether it worked or not, at least he could get some psychological comfort. The dean of studies and Old Tan were walking one after the other. The dean of studies could even feel the cold air emanating from Old Tan, which made him shiver all over because he was soaked to the skin. Old Tan heard the Dean's teeth chattering and turned to look at him. "Are you cold? Do you want me to take off my clothes for you?" When the dean of studies heard this, he shook his head like a wave drum. He would never dare to let him wear the clothes of a dead person, even if he was beaten to death. What if he was pulled away to be a companion by Old Tan as soon as he put on the clothes? He doesn't want to die! It was just a few steps, but the dean felt like he had walked for a century before he finally reached the staff dormitory building. At this time, a door on the first floor suddenly opened, and a young man holding a garbage bag was about to throw away the garbage. Seeing the dean passing by the door, he smiled and greeted, "Dean, why don't you bring an umbrella when it rains? What should I do if I catch a cold?" When the dean saw Teacher Xiao Tang, he was like seeing a relative, "Teacher Xiao Tang, you haven't slept yet!" "Yeah! I just finished grading homework, threw away the trash, and got ready for bed." As Xiao Tang spoke, he looked towards the person holding the umbrella. Under the dim light, he saw the face of the person holding the umbrella. His expression changed instantly, his body swayed, and he immediately retreated back into the house, closing the door with a bang. The garbage bag in Xiao Tang's hand fell to the ground, with a look of nervousness and fear on his face. He had just seen the dead Lao Tan. Holy shit! The dean of studies was walking with a dead person in the rainy night! It’s awesome, the dean of studies, he actually makes friends with ghosts! When the dean saw the closed door, his expression was indescribable! Old Tan glanced at the dean and his figure suddenly disappeared. When the dean saw Old Tan suddenly disappear, his face was full of surprise! gone? Old Tan just left like that? The dean came to his senses and rushed upstairs. With that speed, if he participated in a running competition, he would probably be able to win the world championship. As soon as Li Ying returned to the dormitory, her roommates surrounded her. "Li Ying, where did you go? Why did you come back just now?" Li Li asked. Li Ying said: "The rain is too heavy, I am hiding in the courtyard." Jiang Cha asked curiously, "Didn't those three ghosts catch up with you?" Li Ying stared at Jiang Cha with her big watery eyes and said innocently, "I didn't see those three ghosts. Besides, they didn't say they were ghosts. How do you know they were ghosts?" Jiang Cha said with certainty: "The implications of their words prove that they are ghosts." Li Ying said: "You are really smart. I am a bit dumber and thought they were playing a prank and deliberately accompanied ghosts to scare people." Tan Min patted Li Ying on the shoulder and sighed, "The ignorant are fearless!" Li Ying was worried that if they continued chatting, Tan Min and the others would scare themselves, so she smiled and said, "I'm a little tired. I want to wash up and rest. I won't chat with you anymore." After washing up, Li Ying went to bed. She was half asleep and half awake when a series of "tapping" sounds woke her up.