Ming Mingzhong also spotted Feng Chengyuan. His eyes suddenly widened. "Feng... Mr. Feng?" Seeing that the young man didn't respond at all, he looked at Yu Nian awkwardly.
Yu Nian was stunned for a moment but quickly regained her composure.
Yingde High School was Feng Chengyuan's alma mater. After Song Zhixiu's accident, Feng Chengyuan indeed didn't graduate from high school.
This showed just how elaborate this evil formation was. It could accurately recreate everyone in the school from that year.
Yu Nian tilted her head and glanced at the two empty seats left. Without hesitation, she sat down next to Feng Chengyuan.
The classroom suddenly fell silent. Everyone turned their heads, wearing ambiguous smiles.
Some even burst out laughing. "Look, another one going after Brother Yuan."
"Overestimating herself. She'll be rejected for sure."
The next second, the young man cast a cold look over. "Don't sit here. I don't like having anyone sit next to me."
Yu Nian slightly raised her eyebrows. Having gotten used to Feng Chengyuan's gentleness and thoughtfulness, seeing the young Feng Chengyuan now, he was really cocky and cold.
To deal with a kid like this, one had to be even cockier. Yu Nian smiled and put her schoolbag away. "Do you live by the sea?"
The young man frowned handsomely. "What?"
"You're so nosy. I'll sit wherever I want."
Feng Chengyuan was at a loss for words. The morning light shone on the young girl, making her outline even clearer and cleaner. Her skin was as white as snow, and her long, straight black hair reached her waist. Her pitch - black eyes, like the stillest night, stared at him with a smile.
The young man averted his gaze and said nothing more. He just continued to look out of the window as if Yu Nian beside him didn't exist at all.
Instead, Yu Nian's front - desk classmate turned around and gave her a friendly smile.
She was a pretty girl with the narrow - framed corrective glasses commonly seen in high school. She talked animatedly.
"Hello, I'm Yang Xiaoting."
Yang Xiaoting was a typical appearance - obsessed person. She took a fancy to Yu Nian at first sight and comforted her. "Don't mind those girls just now. They're a well - known clique in Yingde. The girl leading them is Xiao Shanya. Her family is really rich, and no one dares to mess with her. Just stay away from them."
Yu Nian's eyes shifted, and she nodded thoughtfully.
She had thought the evil ghost would show up and cause trouble soon, but unexpectedly, the morning passed quietly and dully. Nothing out of the ordinary happened at Yingde High School.
Yu Nian stole glances at Feng Chengyuan beside her. Although the young man didn't pay much attention in class, he did the test papers very quickly. He even finished the last few big math problems without any hesitation.
In contrast, Yu Nian's desk was piled up with blank test papers. Liu Xiuer on the podium was still tirelessly lecturing, and the ring on her left ring finger kept reflecting light in the sunlight. Yu Nian felt a bit sleepy and lay down on the desk.
As the best high school in the capital, Yingde's desks were custom - made by professionals and could be folded down.
Her slender fingers accidentally brushed against the bottom of the desk, and a rough texture came from her fingertips.
By noon, most of the people in the classroom had left. Yu Nian and Ming Mingzhong turned the desk over and saw a picture sprayed with red paint on the back.
Ming Mingzhong took a closer look. It seemed to be the face of a woman.
Strangely enough, on that distorted face, there were dozens of eyes, overlapping and arranged densely.
Ming Mingzhong felt like his trypophobia was acting up. He shrank back. "This painting style is so abstract. What on earth was the painter trying to express?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the white curtains around fluttered without wind, which was extremely terrifying in the empty classroom.
Looking at the painting on the desk again, all the dozens of eyes had closed. The red paint that had already dried up began to flow again, like bloodstains winding on the woman's ferocious face, shocking to the eye.
Ming Mingzhong was so scared that he took a big step back and stammered incoherently.
Yu Nian frowned beautifully and said to Ming Mingzhong, "Get the stuff."
Ming Mingzhong tremblingly picked up his schoolbag and took out a bundle of incense sticks and an incense burner from it.
Yu Nian only took out three, lit them, and placed them in the center of the classroom.
The incense sticks quickly shortened at a visible speed.
Yu Nian pinched a hand seal with her left hand, silently recited the throat - opening spell three times, and then a solemn look flashed in her eyes. "The spell opens your throat. What grievances and grudges do you have? Report them to me quickly!"
After a few soft "crackling" sounds, the incense sticks in front of her suddenly broke.
Ming Mingzhong's face turned deathly pale. He murmured, "Two short and one long..."
As the saying goes, people fear three long and two short, and incense should avoid two short and one long.
When encountering something, people burn incense to offer sacrifices to gods and ghosts. If the incense burns out completely, it means the gods and ghosts have accepted the sorcerer's request. But if the incense breaks before it's burned out, it means the gods and ghosts have rejected the request.
The faint sandalwood scent wafted in the classroom. For a moment, it was a bit eerie.
"Smoking is prohibited in the teaching building."
Before Yu Nian could say anything, a cold voice sounded from the back of the classroom. Yu Nian turned around and saw Feng Chengyuan leaning against the back door of the classroom with his arms crossed. His beautiful eyes stared at Yu Nian without blinking.
Yu Nian raised her eyebrows. After forming the contract, Feng Chengyuan's aura was too similar to hers. She didn't even notice his arrival.
"Which eye of yours saw us smoking?"
Feng Chengyuan's gaze swept over the incense burner. "Burning incense is also not allowed. Yingde's school rules strictly prohibit religious beliefs, but you're openly lighting incense in the classroom. You're really brave."
Yu Nian was silent for a moment. It seemed that Feng Chengyuan's firm materialist scientific outlook had been cultivated since childhood. She suddenly wondered what wonderful expression the young Feng Chengyuan would have if he knew that he would become the contract person of her, a witch, nine years later.
Seeing the strange atmosphere in the room, Ming Mingzhong quickly tried to smooth things over. "Feng... classmate, I happen to have two questions I don't understand. Could you explain them to me?"
Unexpectedly, Feng Chengyuan nodded, but his gaze still fell on Yu Nian. "Spending all your energy on such superstitious things. No wonder you couldn't answer a single question in class."
Yu Nian suddenly laughed. Feng Chengyuan seemed to ignore her as his deskmate, but he still had the time to observe how many questions she had answered?
She looked at Feng Chengyuan and asked, "Hasn't anything strange happened at the school recently?"
She thought Feng Chengyuan wouldn't answer her, but the young man thought for a while and softly said, "Some time ago, Teacher Liu Xiuer got engaged to Teacher Qi from our school. But on the day before the wedding, Teacher Qi went crazy and accidentally fell from the building at home."
...
After school, Yu Nian and Ming Mingzhong were led by the reception teacher to their dormitories respectively.
The dormitory was an old - fashioned cylindrical building. At first glance, it was crowded and depressing, completely out of place with the whole Yingde High School.
As soon as Yu Nian stepped into the dormitory building, she smelled a strong sense of dampness and mildew.
The reception teacher was a middle - aged man. He walked in front of Yu Nian to lead the way. "The school is renovating the dormitories recently, so you'll have to stay in this old building for now. But the school hasn't been very peaceful lately. It's best not to leave your dormitory at night. If you hear strange noises, also..."
The teacher paused, as if realizing he had said too much, and said nothing more.