After gently comforting the angel in his arms for a while, Yun Feng continued: "Come on, wife, let's move this desk back to the gym warehouse together, I think that person's purpose must be to borrow it. This creates panic, but it cannot be allowed to work.”

"okay……"

After hearing Yun Feng's words, Mao Lilan nodded obediently, and the fear in her heart gradually dissipated a lot. She believed in her husband's words, and since it was a man-made prank, then she would not be afraid. Now, I can't help but feel annoyed secretly in my heart. If I really catch the prankster in the dark, I must hand it over to Tsukamoto-senpai...

I actually caused myself to lose face in front of my beloved husband today, so I have to let Tsukamoto-senpai teach this guy a good lesson in karate!

"what……!!!"

However, just when Yun Feng and Ma Lilan moved this table on the playground back to the gym warehouse again.

In the direction of the studio on the sixth floor of the teaching building, a terrified man shouted suddenly, which should belong to Axor of the Ministry of Things...

Seeing that Xiao Lan, who had just calmed down her nervousness, was tensed up again by this terrified cry, Yun Feng was really speechless. It seems that Didan Academy is really a super right and wrong place. Even after school life is so colorful...

Of course, this colorful must be quoted.

Chapter 1755 Secrets under the Weird Talk II ([-])

When Yunfeng brought Mao Lilan to the studio on the sixth floor of the teaching building, he saw that the paintbrush and palette fell to the ground, and Mobu Yasuo was staring at his hands with a terrified look. I was stunned, and at the same time murmured in a bewildered tone: "Look... It seems that Hideaki Hosaka is really dead! It seems that the recent supernatural incident in the high school is really the ghost of Hideaki Hosaka!"

The words fell, and Axor Motobu put his head in his hands, showing a look of extreme self-blame and regret.

Seeing this scene, Mao Lilan couldn't help but asked in a low voice, "That, Senior Mobu, do you also know Senior Hosaka Hideaki?"

After seeing Yunfeng and Mao Lilan, Axor Motobu's panic and self-blame gradually subsided, and while bending down to pick up the brush and palette that had fallen to the ground, he nodded and replied: "I Of course I know him, we used to be members of the art club, and...and two years ago before his accident, we were both students in the same group."

Seeing this, Yun Feng only frowned slightly, but didn't say anything. According to the analysis of micro-expressions and psychological skills, the art student named Axor of the Crop Department in front of him should have a direct connection with the death of Hideaki Hosaka two years ago. or indirect relationship.

"Mr. Yunfeng, Maori classmate..."

"In order to prepare for the campus art exhibition in a few days, I...have to continue rushing for paintings here, you...can you make it easier?"

Immediately afterwards, Motobu Axor pointed to the drawing board in front of him and said apologetically, obviously asking the two of them to stop disturbing them.

"Then keep working hard, Motobu classmate."

For this, Yun Feng just smiled and nodded, and took Mao Lilan to turn around and left the studio, still not saying anything more.

After all, his current identity is the teacher of Didan Academy, not the chief inspector of the Metropolitan Police Department, so there is no need to take students as prisoners to try.

When the two of them gently closed the door of the studio, Aya Motobu, who was alone inside, once again held his head in his hands with a look of remorse...

"Mr. Yunfeng, about the inexplicable appearance of that desk on the playground, do you need to tell Ms. Tsukamoto-senpai?"

On the aisle next to the stairs, Mo Lilan said in a low voice that she felt that she should remind Tsukamoto Sumimi who had been paying attention to this matter.

"Well, then I'll mention it to her later..."

While nodding slightly, Yun Feng suddenly squatted down and carefully looked at the floor below the stairs. While looking at it, he took out his army thorn and gently scratched the surface of the floor. Say, really scrape something off.

"Hey, is this...wax?"

Looking at the white granular objects scraped from the surface of the floor by the wind and wind, Mao Lilan asked curiously, because it was obvious that the floor had been waxed, but I didn't know which student was so boring. What a prank or something.

Standing up, Yun Feng turned and asked Mao Lilan in a low voice: "Lan, I remember you said that there was a large pool of water on the floor below this 'cursed staircase', which is a supernatural phenomenon. Who first discovered it and spread it out?"

Considering that there are likely to be other students in the teaching building, Yunfeng no longer called her "Little Lan's wife", but changed it to a very friendly Lan character, just like Suzuki Sonoko usually calls her. It's no big deal to be heard.

Hearing the question from her beloved husband and teacher, Mao Lilan pondered for a while and said, "Well, it seems to be from the classmates of the art club, because their studio is next to the 'cursed staircase', so they became the first witnesses."

Nodding his head, Yun Feng said nothing more, but walked downstairs with Xiao Lan and stopped by the library.

"what?!"

"You said that Hosaka Hideaki's desk suddenly appeared on the school playground, this...how is this possible?!"

In the library, when he heard Ma Lilan's words, Tsukamoto Sumi immediately showed an incredible look of astonishment.

"I'm furious!!!"

"Hey, you should have a sense of joking, if I catch someone who is making trouble, I have to put it down!!!"

After regaining his senses, Tsukamoto Yumi even more vigorously shook his fist, and an irrepressible look of anger flashed across his cheeks.

After seeing the other party's reaction, Yun Feng understood that this matter should have nothing to do with Tsukamoto, and her expression was not fake.

"Maori classmate, when that time comes, I will twist him here, and let's teach him karate together!!!"

"Ah?" Hearing Tsukamoto Sumi's words, Mao Lilan quickly waved his little hand and blinked his cute beanie eyes helplessly: "Sister Tsukamoto, you will only use one of your roundhouse kicks, I'm sure no matter who it is. Being kicked, it's not my turn at all..."

Xiaolan is not being modest, the volley round kick is Tsukamoto's famous stunt, and she learned this trick from others.

At this time, Yun Feng interrupted the two people's digression and asked in a low voice, "Tsukamoto-san, since you have been studying in the library a lot recently, you should know that in the 'Hateful Library' supernatural phenomenon , What are the books that were scattered on the ground inexplicably, oh... By the way, the books that Hideaki Hosaka, who passed away unexpectedly two years ago, likes to read."

"Well, Mr. Yunfeng, of course I know this. You and Maori will wait here for a while, and I will help you find them all..."

Tsukamoto Sumi is a kind-hearted girl. After hearing Yunfeng's question, she immediately volunteered to help find it.

It didn't take long for them to wait, and when they saw the book that Tsukamoto Sumi had found, Yun Feng and Mao Lilan couldn't help but stunned slightly...

"History of the University System", "Report on the Destruction of Tropical Rainforest", "Analysis of the Sound of Rock Destruction", "Electrical Communication Report"...

Such a variety of unpopular books are still borrowed to read. It seems that Hideaki Hosaka was also a strange person back then...

Chapter 1756 Secrets under the Weird Talk II ([-])

In the library, after noticing the expressions of Yunfeng and Maurilan, Tsukamoto Yumi couldn't help smiling and said, "Teacher Yunfeng, this is not surprising at all, because Hideaki Hosaka was determined to become a cartoonist, and he often He said that if he wants to draw interesting comics, he must first enrich his knowledge, so the less popular books are, the more he likes to read them."

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