Evil Spirit

Early in the morning on Monday at a university in Sanya, crowds of people came out of the dormitory area to go to class. When they reached the fork in the road, the crowd automatically divided into two groups. One group went to the third and fourth teaching buildings, and the other group squeezed into a corridor and went to the 6789th teaching building. Among the crowd was a handsome young man who was going to class in the seventh teaching building. His name was Xue Yi and he was a junior this year. Xue Yi has been in school for more than two years and has walked this corridor a thousand and eight hundred times. Walking in it today, he felt different from before. As soon as I walked in, it felt like something was missing. He frowned slightly and thought. It was a common thing. It was clearly on his lips, but he couldn't think of it for a while. There was no sound of wind in my ears, and it felt very depressing to be invisible. Xue Yi suddenly realized that the voice was missing. The roar of the cars overhead was gone.