Thirteen Ways to Subdue Ghosts

After his grandfather passed away, He Rong lost the only family he had left.

His grandfather had entrusted him to one of his former students.

Alone in the world, He Rong dragged his suitcase by himself, like a stray puppy nobody wanted, and arrived in an unfamiliar city where he didn't know a soul.

Uncle Yan arranged for him to transfer schools and find a place to stay, then told him to go meet his son, who was also in his second year of high school.

Uncle Yan: My son is great in every way. He's just a little cold. If you meet him, try joking around with him to break the ice.

Listening to that was the thing He Rong regretted most.

That night, the boys' dorm lost power, and there were rumors of a ghost.

He Rong took his flashlight, thought for a moment, then held it under his chin and stood behind the guy surnamed Yan. He tapped him on the shoulder.

He Rong: Hello, hello.

Yan Zhao turned around and saw a deathly pale face.

The air fell silent for three seconds.

Then He Rong and his flashlight went flying eight meters.

He Rong: Fuck you.

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Yan Zhao x He Rong

Stone-faced top who cleans up messes every day and does the laundry x fully autonomous troublemaker bottom who loses his temper at the drop of a hat

Theme: Study hard and improve every day.