The best boy on campus

"Don't listen to me, don't think I don't know what you're thinking, you boys are the worst" Song Qianxia said dissatisfied with her mouth

"Hehe, you know? Then tell me, what do I want to tell you?" Liu Boyang found it interesting to tease this little girl, and continued to ask with a smile

"Isn't it a ghost story? Hmph, you want to scare me? Tell you, I'm not afraid. Don't think that you can scare me with ghosts." Song Qianxia said angrily, saying that she was not afraid, but her petite body had already shrunk into a It was obvious that when the word ghost was mentioned, she was terrified.

"Oh? Are you not afraid? Are you afraid that you will be scared like that when you watch horror movies?" Liu Boyang asked with a smile

"Hmph, that's two different things, anyway, I won't be scared by you, so don't waste your time," Song Qianxia insisted

"Really? Are you really not afraid of ghosts?" Liu Boyang asked again

"Just not afraid"

"That's great, just like you, the protagonist in my story is also a guy who is not afraid of ghosts or believe in evil. Speaking of the past..." Liu Boyang started talking

"Go to hell... If you say it again, I will ignore you..." Song Qianxia heard that the guy's voice was wrong, and hurriedly turned around and gave him a hard push, only to find that the guy was watching with a smirk on his face. My pretty face blushed, and I said unwillingly: "Don't talk about it"

"Aren't you afraid?"

"You..." Song Qianxia puffed up her cheeks angrily, and said in dissatisfaction: "You can hum what you say, I'm going to bed, I have to get up early tomorrow." Song Qianxia was going crazy with anger. Turned around, continued to turn his back on Liu Boyang, closed his eyes angrily and pretended to sleep

"Once upon a time, there was a group of people who, like you, said they were not afraid of ghosts, so they quarreled fiercely with each other. Why? It was because they didn't obey anyone, and they all thought they were a group of people. The most courageous of them finally had no choice but to agree to go to a deserted cemetery in the suburbs together in the middle of the night, and each of them would take turns telling ghost stories for the whole night to see who could make it to the end." voice, telling the story vividly

"Hmph..." Song Qianxia over there hummed twice, indicating that she was not frightened, but the quilt on her body was wrapped tightly

"A group of people did what they said, and at night, they actually came to the cemetery in the suburbs, shirtless, everyone drank a few bottles of soju, and began to tell ghost stories in turn. You know, that cemetery used to be a mess. , I don’t know how many people have died, there are crows all around, and there are sporadic will-o’-the-wisps in the distance. They pretended to be calm and told ghost stories there, of course, a few people were already feeling scared in their hearts, but they didn't say it out of face, but suddenly..." Liu Boyang paused on purpose at this point

Song Qianxia's small head was almost retracted into the quilt in the bed, her petite body was already trembling, but she still refused to admit defeat, she hummed twice, indicating that she was not afraid

"Suddenly, one of them took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it with a lighter, and then started to smoke, but, strangely, from then on, throughout the following night, he didn't say anything One sentence..." Liu Boyang said leisurely

Song Qianxia, ​​whose little head was completely tucked into the quilt, heard that Liu Boyang stopped talking suddenly, and no longer cared about what she said just now not to listen to his ghost stories. She couldn't hold back her curiosity and apprehension, and turned her head to ask Said: "Why is this? Why doesn't he speak?"

"Listen to me. After a group of people told a few ghost stories, the sky soon dawned. At this time, someone noticed that the smoking guy was very unnatural. He didn't do anything for the rest of the night. Talking, and the cigarette in his hand has been smoking for a long time, it has been smoked long ago, and now there is only half a cigarette butt left in his hand, but he is still smoking without noticing it."

"So someone asked him: Hey, what's the matter with you? Did you scare the dumb last night? Why didn't you talk? Haha, I knew you were the least timid"

"But that man suddenly raised his head, and people realized that his face had already turned pale and bluish, without a trace of blood. They could only hear him say with a dull tongue: Let me tell you..."

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