Chapter 906: Chapter 906: Flirting with Ghosts (9)
Shang Jing couldn’t discern any abnormalities from Chuzheng’s expression.
There was a hint of peculiarity in Shang Jing’s gaze, sowhat eerie.
But she quickly concealed it.
“If you encounter anything strange, you can co to .”
Shang Jing left those words and headed towards the accident site.
Chuzheng: “…”
Definitely not up to anything good!!
No way!
Can’t I solve it myself?!
–
Chuzheng didn’t stick around to watch the aftermath; she took a ride back to school.
On the way, Chuzheng transferred so money to the original owner’s mother.
Not a lot though.
The original owner’s mother had already had her surgery and was now recuperating.
This amount was enough for living expenses, and sending money monthly would avoid interrogation from the original owner’s mother.
Chuzheng directly contacted the doctor and paid the hospital fees.
Upon returning to the dormitory, both Wen Lan and Li Sujie were there.
Li Sujie’s leg was injured, not serious, but she had to use crutches.
“Why are you so careless?”
“How was I to know a car would suddenly appear, bad luck.” Li Sujie complained.
Li Sujie seed to want to say sothing else, but upon Chuzheng’s entrance, she stopped, looking at Chuzheng.
Her gaze fell on Chuzheng’s backpack.
That is…
Chuzheng tossed her backpack onto the bed, leaning against her desk.
“Xiao Chuzheng, your bag’s a high imitation, isn’t it?” Li Sujie couldn’t help but speak: “But even if it’s a high imitation, it costs quite a bit, where did you get the money?”
Li Sujie believed the bag was definitely a high imitation.
The original is so expensive.
Even she’d have to consider carefully.
“Are we that close?” Chuzheng countered.
“…”
Which essentially ant, we’re not close, no need to tell you.
Li Sujie found this version of Chuzheng hard to adjust to.
What’s gotten into her!
Why does it feel like she’s changed?
And that expression…
Who owes her money!
Accustod to being the aloof, center-of-attention little Princess, Li Sujie was quite displeased.
Li Sujie snorted coldly: “Alright, Xiao Chuzheng, you’ve got guts now.”
Chuzheng humbly accepted: “Just average.”
“…”
Li Sujie’s mouth twitched twice.
She looked at Wen Lan, asking with her eyes: See, isn’t she crazy?
Wen Lan tugged her, indicating not to get angry.
“Just like that Shang Jing, probably selling outside.” Li Sujie couldn’t resist being an, adding: “Living with soone like this is really unlucky.”
Chuzheng kindly suggested: “You could move out.” Everyone would be happy! Happily you and I and everyone!
Li Sujie angrily said: “Why should I!”
“You have money.”
Li Sujie: “…”
Li Sujie suddenly couldn’t find words to refute her.
She glared at Chuzheng in displeasure.
Wen Lan spoke a few words to her, and only then did Li Sujie give up arguing with Chuzheng.
Chuzheng’s gaze fell behind Li Sujie.
There was a ghost there, leaning on her shoulder, with pale hands wrapped around Li Sujie’s chest.
“Why is the dormitory so stuffy,” Li Sujie said, “Open the window to let so air in.”
Wen Lan went to open the window, but even then Li Sujie still felt stifled.
Li Sujie noticed Chuzheng’s gaze and couldn’t help but glare at her: “What are you looking at?”
“Not looking at you.” Just the ghost!
“Over here, it’s just , if you’re not looking at , then what?”
Chuzheng said confidently: “Definitely not you.”
For so reason, Li Sujie felt a chill all around, glancing side to side, only to find her bed behind her, nothing else.
When Li Sujie turned back, wanting to continue confronting Chuzheng, she was already on her bed, the curtain drawn tight.
Li Sujie angrily kicked the table.
Li Sujie had an accident last night and today brought a ghost back.
Chuzheng couldn’t help but think this had sothing to do with Shang Jing.
Of course…
It could also be Li Sujie’s own bad luck.
Shi Yin was dangling from her bed, her long hair cascading down, and Chuzheng yanked it down, with Shi Yin falling entirely.
“Aren’t you afraid of Shang Jing coming back,” Chuzheng murmured icily, staring at her.
Shi Yin adjusted her hair, sitting cross-legged at Chuzheng’s feet: “I can run fast, she can’t catch .”
Shi Yin poked her head outside for a look.
“That ghost next door looks a bit strange…”
“What looks strange?”
“Can’t quite say,” Shi Yin pouted, “it’s just quite odd, doesn’t seem wild.” Wild ones are quite fierce.
Wild?
Are there dosticated ones too?
Chuzheng clicked her tongue inwardly, leaning against the headboard without saying a word.
“You’re not curious.”
“It’s not mine, why be curious.”
Chuzheng found it tiring to speak softly, tapping the bedfra, creating a barrier with intertwined strands of silver outside.
“You’re so boring,” Shi Yin rolled her eyes.
“If you’re not bored, why are you here.” Co and go as you please, what do you think this place is.
“Isn’t it because only you can see , otherwise you think I want to co? There’s already a fierce woman up here,” Shi Yin gestured upwards.
Chuzheng: “…” I’m super fierce too!!
What misguided notion makes you think I’m not fierce enough?
Perhaps it’s best to just end this.
Chuzheng looked at Shi Yin gloomily.
Bam!
Suddenly, a noise ca from outside.
Shi Yin dove outside imdiately but bumped into sothing, tumbling back onto the bed.
She held her head: “What the hell, what hit !”
Shi Yin didn’t feel anything wrong with her body, it felt like hitting a glass.
She groped around, confirming there was an invisible barrier…
Shi Yin looked towards Chuzheng.
Chuzheng casually flipped through a book, looking steady as a mountain.
Shi Yin muddled around, having been beaten up before, she knew Chuzheng wasn’t one to ss with, so besides wondering what this thing was, she had no other intense feelings.
Unable to leave, she had to peek through the curtain.
Li Sujie had fallen by the bathroom door, water spilled everywhere.
Wen Lan was helping her up.
Clearly the work of that ghost.
–
Chuzheng was sure that ghost was Shang Jing’s doing because she returned and didn’t even look at the ghost.
She’s what one might call a ‘Heavenly Master’, if she saw a ghost in the dorm, even without warning anyone, she’d still have shown so reaction.
Yet she looked like she expected it.
Plus, Shi Yin said the ghost was dosticated.
The clues were all there.
[Little Miss, maybe you’re mistaken?] Why can’t it be a coincidence!
Oh, I’m just guessing, it’s not my fault if I’m wrong.
[…]
The King’s Account silently recited the principles of smile service.
Then ruthlessly issued a task to Chuzheng.
The young lady needs to splurge and calm down.
Chuzheng pulled open the curtain and got down.
Her sudden movent startled both Li Sujie and Wen Lan outside, making them turn to look.
“Xiao Chuzheng, are you insane, scared to death.”
Chuzheng put on a jacket, pulled the hood over her head, and grabbed her bag to leave.
“Are you deaf, talking to you.”
Chuzheng opened the door, Li Sujie’s mocking and disdainful voice continued: “Going out so late, don’t bring a bunch of diseases back!”
Chuzheng glanced at Shang Jing’s bed, the curtain was drawn, obscuring the inside.
The ghost was still behind Li Sujie, leaning on her shoulder.
Chuzheng stared at the ghost.
I’m not afraid to scare you!
Li Sujie suddenly felt a creepy chill.
“Wh-what are you looking at.”
The only response to Li Sujie was the sound of the door closing.
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