I asked you to take your sister to school, and you fell in love with the teacher.

After a while, Jiang Ning, who was typing at home, received a message from Zhang Mengqing.

It probably meant that the school had agreed to let him attend the New Year's Eve party at the end of this month as a guest performer.

After Jiang Ning learned the news, he immediately took out the guitar from under the bed and wiped off the dust with a rag.

I thought that after Teacher Zhang's birthday, the guitar would be thrown under the bed and covered with dust, but I didn't expect that the old friend would have the opportunity to continue to shine.

Jiang Ning sat on the chair and plucked the strings casually, trying to slowly pick up the feeling of learning the piano.

Soon, it was 9:10 in the evening, the time for the first-year high school students to finish their evening self-study.

When everyone was walking out, only Jiang Ning walked towards the school with his guitar on his back.

He and Zhang Mengqing agreed to rehearse the program in the gymnasium after school tonight, because the gymnasium not only has good sound insulation, but is also the venue for the New Year's Eve party at the end of the month.

When Jiang Ning arrived, the gymnasium was bustling with noises.

If he hadn't known in advance that the evening self-study was over at this point, he would have thought that two classes were taking physical education classes here.

Like Jiang Ning, these people came to the gymnasium to rehearse the program.

Chorus, duet dance, magic show...

There was also a fat male classmate who played the theme song of Pig Man with his hands holding the saxophone, which sounded romantic and sexy.

"Jiang Ning, here, here!"

At this time, Jiang Ning heard someone calling his name, and looked up to see Zhang Mengqing waving and saying hello, motioning him to go up to the second floor.

The first floor of the gymnasium is mainly a basketball court and a large stage, while the second and third floors are dance studios where dancers train every day.

At this time, the dancers have finished training, and all the dance studios are empty.

Zhang Mengqing had a good relationship with the dance teacher, and after saying hello, he got the key to a dance studio.

The advantage of training in a dance studio is that the space is spacious enough and there is no crowding.

Most importantly, after the door of the dance studio is closed, it can effectively isolate the outside noise.

"How is it, is the venue I chose not bad?" Zhang Mengqing turned on the lights in the dance studio and turned to look at Jiang Ning behind him.

Jiang Ning observed the environment of the dance studio and then nodded: "It's really good. This is my first time in a dance studio."

When he was studying at Xingming High School, he heard that there were many dance studios in the school and beautiful girls could often be seen training in them.

At that time, Jiang Ning had never known where the dance studio was, but he finally saw it today.

"Let's hurry up and start rehearsing."

Jiang Ning took out the guitar behind him and said to Zhang Mengqing beside him.

"Okay." Zhang Mengqing nodded.

She opened her phone and took out the lyrics she had prepared in advance. As Jiang Ning's guitar accompaniment sounded, she began to sing: "It's not that easy to find a companion to talk to..."

Their first rehearsal lasted until eleven o'clock in the evening, until the voice of the security uncle came from downstairs.

"Is there anyone else inside? If no one is, I will lock the door."

Jiang Ning immediately put down the guitar in his hand, walked out of the dance studio and shouted: "Uncle, there are still people on the second floor."

"Hurry up, hurry up, the gymnasium will be locked soon." The security uncle said, and turned and left.

"Then let's practice here today and go home."

Zhang Mengqing stood up and naturally took Jiang Ning's arm.

Jiang Ning turned off the lights in the dance studio, and the whole floor was plunged into darkness for a while.

He turned on the flashlight on his phone, locked the door of the dance studio, and left with Zhang Mengqing.

At this time, the gymnasium was empty, and the whole gym was terribly silent. Only the footsteps of the two people echoed clearly in the stairwell.

Jiang Ning could feel that Teacher Zhang was holding his arm more tightly than usual, probably because she was nervous and scared when walking at night.

He thought to himself that it was a good thing that he was here to be a guest performer for Teacher Zhang, otherwise, in the dark, how scared she would be as a girl.

"Do you know the strange story that has been circulating in our school?" Jiang Ning suddenly asked.

"What, what strange story?"

Zhang Mengqing's body suddenly tensed up, looking like a frightened kitten.

"Don't stay too long in a dark environment. If someone taps your shoulder at this time, don't turn around."

"Also, the person who is talking to you may not be a human."

Words

The flashlight in Jiang Ning's hand went out without any warning, and the darkness instantly engulfed Zhang Mengqing like a tide.

"It hurts, it hurts..."

Jiang Ning turned on the flashlight again, and his facial features were twisted like a dough stick.

Because when the light was turned off, Zhang Mengqing opened his mouth and bit his forearm.

"Little ancestor, I was wrong, really wrong."

Jiang Ning wanted to be naughty and happy, but he ended up shooting himself in the foot and suffered a great loss.

Seeing that Jiang Ning's apology attitude was quite sincere, Zhang Mengqing let go of his mouth: "I'll forgive you this time, but if you scare me again, I'll never let you go!"

Jiang Ning rubbed his aching arm and asked curiously: "Were you scared just now?"

"No!" Zhang Mengqing denied it flatly.

"I'm not even afraid of haunted houses, so I'm not afraid of your improvised, fictitious things."

Jiang Ning looked at Zhang Mengqing's nonchalant expression, and he thought to himself that he must make up a more frightening ghost story to scare Xiao Zhang next time.

Soon, the two returned home.

Because it was almost twelve o'clock in the morning, they went back to their respective rooms to rest.

Jiang Ning was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone. He was thirsty and walked out of the room to drink water. He noticed that there was light coming through the crack of Zhang Mengqing's bedroom door.

It was really strange. Xiao Zhang usually slept at this time, why didn't he rest at this time today?

Jiang Ning knocked on Zhang Mengqing's door and walked in.

"Why haven't you slept yet?"

"It's all your fault. You made up those weird stories to scare me. Now I can't sleep."

Looking at Zhang Mengqing's puffy face, Jiang Ning asked with a smile: "Someone said before that he was not afraid of those fictitious things I made up. Why don't you dare to sleep now?"

"Okay, okay, I'll coax you to sleep, and I'll go back to the room after you fall asleep."

Jiang Ning sat on the bed, gently patted Zhang Mengqing's back, and hummed a nursery rhyme.

"Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby."

His voice gradually became smaller and finally died out.

He said he would coax someone to sleep, but he fell asleep first.

However, Zhang Mengqing could understand it. After all, Jiang Ning ran around today, first decocted medicine for her and accompanied her in rehearsal. It was really hard.

Go to sleep, go to sleep, have a good sleep tonight, and you will be fine when you wake up tomorrow.

Zhang Mengqing did not intend to wake Jiang Ning up, but covered Jiang Ning with her quilt, half for each of them.

She patted Jiang Ning's back gently, humming a nursery rhyme: "Go to sleep, go to sleep, my dear baby."