Chapter 12 The person in the dream, the outsider in the dream
I closed my eyes.
A mere ghost can't stop me from sleeping.
These are also things that Uncle Jin has trained me for a long if I was stared at by several little ghosts at the same time, I could sleep peacefully.
However, the ghost in front of me seems to be able to affect people's dreams.
An immersive, real dream——
I felt a few push on my arm.
Opening his eyes, he found that he was lying on the table. It was the kind of small table for each person in school.
I rubbed my eyes, trying to wake myself up.
This is a classroom I have never seen before, with a strange podium, a strange blackboard, a strange teacher, strange classmates, and a strange...school uniform.
However, the name that came out of the teacher's mouth was not unfamiliar.
"Su Cancan, please answer this question."
I looked blankly at the classmates around me, and they all looked at me, as if waiting for my answer.
I stood up from my seat, feeling a little at a loss for a moment.
"Question 7."
The deskmate next to me elbowed me and whispered.
I quickly looked at the exercise book placed in front of my desk and looked at question 7.
It's a simple physics and electricity question.
This is not difficult for me, a person who has just passed the college entrance examination and did well in it.
"Point charge a is a positive charge, and the electric potential energy decreases along the direction of the electric field line..."
Just when I was about to answer this question with confidence, there was a burst of laughter from around when I was confused, a teacher's roar pulled me back from my confusion: "Su Cancan! This is my English class. I want you to explain the meaning of this sentence to me. What are you doing!"
The words woke up the dreamer, and I immediately looked around me. Indeed, there were English books on everyone's desks, including my deskmate.
There was no exercise book on her desk, not to mention question 7.
So she was lying to me just now.
Rather than lying to me, it's more like teasing me for fun.
It can be seen from her gloating expression and defiant look.
The teacher on the podium was still preaching: "Su Cancan, you are already a sophomore in high school, are you still sleeping in class? Can't you cheer up? Since you're so sleepy, just stand up and have class!Go to the back of the classroom and don't block other people's view! "
I sighed.
Unexpectedly, I am already in college and still cannot escape the penalty of standing in class.
I planned to go to the back with my book and rummaged through the messy seats, but I didn’t see any English books.
The girl at the same table raised her lips and whispered, "Are you looking for this?"
As she spoke, she took out a book from her drawer and threw it on the ground. She rubbed it hard several times with her feet. Several footprints suddenly appeared on the clean pages.
I realized that my current "tablemate" didn't seem to be friendly to me, so I gave her a cold look, took nothing, turned around and walked toward the back of the classroom.
I looked at my chubby figure, round fingers and extra double chin, and began to sort out my thoughts.
I clearly understood that everything I was experiencing now should not be reality, but a dream, but I just couldn't wake up. All this should be caused by that chubby female ghost.
This female ghost is obviously stronger than Uncle Jin in the he can't wake up, if he wants to decipher this dream, it seems that he has to continue following the dream created by this female ghost.
After the English class was over, I returned to my seat, took my schoolbag out of the drawer, and looked through the contents.
Peeled orange peels, wet crumpled dirty paper towels, tattered books and exercise books.
Of course, this kind of tatters is not the kind of tatters caused by overuse of books, but the kind of tatters that have been torn.
There is even an auntie towel attached to my school bag.
Everyone around him burst into laughter, and the unbridled and arrogant laughter of his tablemates attracted a crowd of people to and more people are pointing at the things stuck on my school bag.
"Su Cancan said that in the next physical education class, the whole class will be invited to drink!"
Her deskmate smiled and walked out of the classroom holding a card. A group of people surrounded her.
You don’t need to think about it to know that it must be my campus card.
A bunch of people laughed and thanked me insincerely, as if it was an honor for them to spend my money.
Was this fat female ghost originally bullied like this in school? It was obvious that they were calling my name, and they were laughing and yelling at me, but I was so clearly aware that these were what this little fat ghost had experienced.
I am in it and yet I am not involved.
He is an empathetic bystander.
Because I no longer have control over this body.
Next, from the perspective of No. 1, I experienced the difficult time that the fat little ghost girl spent in school.
Being excluded and isolated.
Being deliberately argued against.
Those shocking words about school bullying that I once saw in the news are now happening to me one after another.
The original owner also tried to tell his parents about classmates bullying him "Why do people only bully you and not others?"
"Be generous and I'll put more money in your campus card. Treat them to whatever they want to eat and build a good relationship with them."
"Does your roommate treat you badly? I'll buy you a house next to the school. You can move out."
"If you want to be liked by others, work hard to improve yourself, lose weight or something."
"Okay! We are very busy at work, you and your friends can handle these little quarrels on your own!"
……
"My" parents always say this. They can provide me with sufficient material conditions, but they treat me mentally indifferently.
Because I don’t know how to resist, and because I can’t find help, I give in.
And because of tolerance, it got worse.
……
I woke up from my sleep and looked at my phone. It was only 06:30.
I got up from the bed, and the fat little ghost girl sat in the shadow beside the bed with her back to me, looking at the bright sky outside the window. I couldn't see her expression, and I didn't know what she was thinking.
I sighed, got up, shot a video as usual, and then sent both videos to the boss of Longxing Real Estate.
At the same time, I saw several unread messages in the roommate group.
(End of this chapter)
