After Saving The Villain, He Had Sex With The Female Ghost. Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Chapter 45 Head-up Rate (3)

Good boy’s reward

Meng Wen wore a bright red armband on her arm. She couldn’t help but ask: “Wenwen, who gave you this armband? What is it used for?”

Meng Wen’s attention was distracted for a moment, and her wrist was immediately pried off by Long Chao, who was waiting for an opportunity.”Yes! Thanks, Xiaoyu!” Long Chao snapped his fingers happily.

Meng Wen’s neck turned pale. She didn’t care about being angry, but stammered and asked, holding her armband, “What’s wrong?”

Chu Yu was a little confused: “Let me ask, is it given by the cadre on duty? Or is it a reward for doing good deeds?”

“The reward for raising…the lowest raising rate is given by the teacher.” Meng Wen said uncomfortably.

“The ridiculous plot of this movie is not really based on the prototype, is it? I thought this was a script written by a crazy screenwriter.” Long Chao looked at Meng Wen’s arm in surprise.

Chu Yu narrowed his eyes and looked at Meng Wen who was hiding her arms in her arms. According to her reaction that day, she attached great importance to listening to the teacher. How could such an obedient student hide the teacher’s reward in her arms?

Judging from the way she wears the armband on her arm, she seems to cherish this thing very much. Shouldn’t she show it off everywhere?

Intuition told her that this was not an easy matter, so Chu Yu turned the script backwards. However, halfway through, the script stopped abruptly.

“Director Liang, the script is incomplete. Was it sent by mistake?” Chu Yu took the notebook and complained to Liang Zhiqiu. Liang Zhiqiu smiled awkwardly and pulled her aside: “This matter is complicated and involves an issue of ethics and privacy.”

“What?” Chu Yu frowned.

“This script is based on a prototype. I originally thought that changing real events would be the biggest selling point, but in this case, the prototype character would need to agree. That’s the problem. There is a key character in this script, and she doesn’t agree.”

Liang Zhiqiu pushed up the glasses on the bridge of her nose, and shook her decorative glasses chain twice, and the gems on it sparkled.

“Who disagrees?” Chu Yu asked.

Liang Zhiqiu pointed at Chu Yu: “You.”

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“To be precise, it’s your prototype character, the most influential person in this script, the head teacher.” Liang Zhiqiu said seriously.

Seeing that Chu Yu was silent, Liang Zhiqiu had no choice but to come over and whisper: “Originally, I wanted to keep it a secret and shoot the climax without everyone knowing. But since you are the core figure of our team and I believe in your acting skills, I will reluctantly tell you the prototype of the matter.”

That was a long, long time ago, when this empty ghost school was still called Huashan Middle School, and Meng Wen’s neck was still intact.

A piece of chalk hit the desk accurately, leaving a white mark.

“Meng Wen? Look up!” The math teacher’s bespectacled face was full of majesty. Meng Wen swallowed the last bite of the bun and rolled her eyes because she was so big. She pounded her chest and raised her face.Like a big goose.

This look was absolutely funny, but no one around him was laughing. Everyone was sitting upright, trying their best to raise their heads as high as possible. The whole class looked down from the podium and saw white flowers and tense faces.

After class, Meng Wen unexpectedly rolled to the office and stood there.

“Are you bowing your head again?” The head teacher wore a pair of square-framed glasses. The glasses were covered with chalk dust, fingerprints, dandruff and other things all year round, so they were foggy and her eyes could not be seen clearly.

Meng Wen lowered her head and stood obediently in the corner waiting for her resignation.

“A few times, I was too lazy to talk to you. The dean saw you today and found me again. I got scolded for you.” The head teacher’s face suddenly came closer, like a drooling Tyrannosaurus rex, and she closed her eyes tightly.

After waiting for a long time, the coercion did not disappear, but became closer and closer, almost close to her face: “Tomorrow morning, call your parents.”

These words sentenced her to death. Meng Wen opened her eyes suddenly and said with a trembling breath: “Don’t…”

“I don’t want to listen to the explanation. Don’t call your grandma. If I don’t see your mother, I will call her myself.” The head teacher pushed up his glasses indifferently, then turned around and said, “You can go out.”

Until she walked to the door of her house after school, Meng Wen’s legs were still weak.

She stood at the door of her home as if sleepwalking, raising her hands softly and then putting them down again.

She stood there until her grandma came back with the vegetable basket on her back, and then she finally leaned against the door, sweating all over and smiling at her grandma: “Grandma, I didn’t bring the key.”

“You don’t have a key to knock on the door. Your mother is at home.” Grandma put down the vegetable basket and opened the door. Meng Wen didn’t have the courage to speak to her mother until after dinner.

The next morning, she helped her grandma move the vegetable basket to the morning market early, and her grandma handed her two steamed buns as usual.

“Your child is so filial. After finishing work early in the morning, he still has to go to school.” The stall owner smiled and praised.

Grandma’s back straightened even more. She took out a tomato from the box and handed it to Meng Wen: “I’ll eat this too. Studying is a waste of brains, so I need to make up for it more.”

It was only around five o’clock in the morning, and it was still dark. The stall owner next door couldn’t help but remind him: “Don’t eat on the road, and pay attention to the people on the road. I heard that there is a murderer on the loose recently, running around with a knife, and the police haven’t caught him yet.”

Meng Wen nodded perfunctorily. She held the bun, turned her head and ate it as she walked.

Today, she finally finished her breakfast before entering the school. However, there were still two minutes before class, so she stuffed the tomatoes into her bag and rushed in.

The entire morning, her head had not lowered. The position where her neck connected to her shoulders was like a steel bar, hanging her on it. Jesus was suffering on the cross, and she was suffering in the cross where the shoulders and neck were intertwined.

The head teacher didn’t look for her again, and she spent the whole afternoon in fear.

In the afternoon, the sun gave off a faint white light. In the tired and quiet afternoon, everyone was drowsy. Only Meng Wen was sitting alone in the back row, her neck stiffened, as if she was competing with herself, as if she was atonement.

“Meng Wen, go to the class teacher’s office.” A student shouted at the front door and hurried away, like an executioner delivering a message.

Cold sweat flowed down her neck and into her chest, her heartbeat was too fast to contract, and the sequelae caused by insufficient blood supply made her look pale and dizzy, but this moment still came.

Opening the office door, my mother stood inside with a cold expression and no trace of emotion. The afternoon sun shone in. She swallowed and walked in.

An hour later, the school bell rang and Meng Wen walked out.

His clothes were disheveled, his face was covered with slaps, his cheeks were so swollen that the corners of his lips could not be closed, and a trace of saliva flowed out.She walked in grandly from the front door. No one laughed at her, and no one looked at her. Everyone was hunching their necks and staring at the writing on the blackboard.

At the end of the last class, she breathed a long sigh of relief and shook her head from side to side, making a dull crackling sound in her joints.

Next came the self-study class, which meant that she could not raise her head after returning from dinner. Many people in the class packed their dinner and came back. Taking advantage of this rare moment of leisure, they rubbed their necks or shook their heads to do cervical spine exercises.

Meng Wen didn’t go to eat or do exercises. She used the reflection in the glass to wipe away the tears bit by bit, and tied her hair. The white armband on her arm was particularly dazzling. She rolled it in again and again, pondered for a moment, and finally put it down.

There was a dean checking the class tonight, and he was even more ruined if he was caught.

When the school bell rang, only the back of the head was dark in the classroom. Everyone wanted to bury their face in a book. The smarter ones would stuff a water glass under their chin to cushion their chin, which would relieve a lot of pressure on their necks.

But this is also risky, and it is easy to be caught by the class teacher, who euphemistically calls it “being clever and sleeping secretly.”

Meng Wen used to be the unruly one, but today her temperament changed drastically after she came out of the office. Not only did she sit in the most standard posture, but her neck tilt was also just right. If she scored higher, she would be misjudged as not paying attention, and if she scored lower, she would be accused of taking the opportunity to doze off.

Lower your head so that your field of view does not exceed the desktop range.

Time passed by, and the joints supporting the cervical vertebrae could no longer bear the strength, and the pain in her neck was unbearable. Meng Wen gritted her teeth and persisted. She glanced at the clock and saw that there were still ten minutes left before class ended.

In the past, the dean liked to come to check classes at this time. The critical point of a person’s physical strength can best test good students and poor students.

At this juncture, she must persevere.Meng Wen’s neck pressed lower and lower, and she forced herself to focus all her attention on the book in front of her.

Suddenly the sound of hurried footsteps came from the corridor, and Meng Wen felt happy.

The originally dull atmosphere in the class became even heavier. Everyone lowered their heads as if facing a formidable enemy.As the footsteps approached, the class was divided into small grids. Everyone guarded their own grid and did not dare to go beyond it.

The back door opened, and heavy footsteps approached, followed by the sound of cold metal.

Meng Wen listened to the voice with all her concentration until the footsteps stopped beside her. She clenched her pen in fear and almost buried her head in her chest.

The moment his heart contracted, the knife came out of its sheath.

When Meng Wen woke up again, the class was empty, everyone had left, and she could no longer raise her head. But at the confused moment, she saw the red armband on her arm.

It was bright red and dripping with blood.

At this point in the story, Chu Yu’s brows knitted into knots: “Are you entertaining me? Or is this a new plot you’ve made up to try to trick me?”

Liang Zhiqiu smiled mysteriously: “You don’t believe this is true? But this is the effect I want.

You think it’s absurd, but reality is much more absurd than literary and artistic works. The author is worried about being scolded, but people who can do these things in reality don’t take scolding to heart.”

No wonder Meng Wen was half nervous and half embarrassed when she talked about the red armband on her arm. She felt guilty because she didn’t know where the red armband came from, but she was also proud. She finally got the red armband, so she hung it firmly on her arm.

“Does Meng Wen know that she is dead?” Chu Yu asked.

“You should be able to notice it after spending these days with her.” Liang Zhiqiu did not answer directly.

Chu Yu lowered his hand. Meng Wen thought that she was alive and that her classmates had just graduated. She fell into the abyss of the past. Many ghosts who died without knowing the cause of their death were like this. Such ghosts were simple and had no intention of harming others.

Chu Yu sighed, feeling sour.

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