Negative Corner

Fu Ziyu encountered the most serious accident in his teaching career five years ago. As the acting head teacher who had just taken office for two months, I received a love letter from my student. He didn't know how to refuse, and he had no chance to refuse. Because the student who gave him the love letter died the next day and drowned in the reservoir next to the school. Yan Ge died five years ago. It would be better to die. There is no need to look at the faces of stepfather and stepmother, and there is no need to be called a bastard without a father or a mother behind his back. It's a pity that I just handed over my love, and before I had time to see the reaction of my sweetheart, I lost my footing and died by the river. But his soul remained. He watched his body being fished out, covered in dirt and water plants from the river bottom. He wandered like this for five years, trapped between the reservoir and the school forever. Until one day, he found that he reached out and knocked a book off the shelf. Qiangbai No. 4 Middle School is the most famous middle school in Weining City. It's not because of its impressive admission rate, but because of this school—it's really weird. Legend has it that this middle school was built on a mass grave, and a worker died within a few days of construction. Since the school was founded, several students have had accidents every few years on average. Falling into the water, falling into the water, sudden death for no reason, objects falling from heights, inexplicable disappearances... In recent years, it has become even more intense. The school's leadership has changed one after another. Each principal has resigned after less than three months in office. Parents of students are all in danger, and the number of students enrolled is getting smaller and smaller year by year. Even so, almost no class of students can survive three years of high school "safely". It has been three months since Lin Yu transferred here from another province. He prides himself on his firm materialism, never believes in ghosts and gods, and scorns all kinds of weird legends. Until one day he had evening self-study. All his roommates had gone home. When he got up at night, he walked alone in the corridor, and the voice-activated lights were turned off one by one behind him. Gusts of cold wind hit the back of his neck along the mottled frosted glass door. For a moment, the hair stood on end and his back was soaked with cold sweat. He ran back to the dormitory quickly and slammed the dormitory door with a bang. The next second, a high-pitched and loud scream came from the men's dormitory 217. At the end of the year, black cuts and white attacks are twisted without knowing what they are suffering from. Intention: Study hard and make progress every day