My House of Horrors Chapter 1037: You really treat me like a child

"That classmate, hello! It's just you, what are you doing standing there? Sit down!" The middle-aged man glared at Chen Ge, but Chen Ge didn't respond. He coughed twice before Chen Ge returned. God come, quickly sit back in place.

"Dude, what do you want to do?" The round-faced little fat man secretly asked Chen Ge, but Chen Ge didn't say a word, and kept his eyes on Zhang Ya on the podium.

"Western Jiujiang's Private Academy closed the school six years ago, and Zhang Ya died one year before the school was closed. Calculate the time, if there is no such incident, she should be like this at the age of twenty-five now."

Being stared at by Chen Ge, the female teacher on the podium smiled at him, and then looked at the other students.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Ge forced himself to calm down. He hid the backpack under the table and secretly opened it to check the contents.

Nothing else has changed, only Zhang Ya's bedtime storybook "runs" out of the mezzanine and is pressed on top of everything.

The middle-aged man left, Zhang Ya started her first class, and Chen Ge, who was sitting by the wall, quietly opened the Zhang Ya storybook.

The blood red cover is filled with blank pages, all the **** horror stories are gone, and the words written in blood seem to have never appeared.

"When you enter the world behind the door of Fang Yu, all the words on the story book seem to disappear. What is the real function of this book? Why every time you enter the world behind the door, all the blood on the book will disappear Where did they go?"

"When I first opened the door, I felt as if I had fallen into a sea of ​​blood and nearly suffocated to death. Fortunately, a pair of hands grabbed me."

"I remember there was a strange man's voice at the time, as if asking me why I came in to find him. Is the owner of this voice Yu Jian?"

Chen Ge's mind was a little confused. He was lying on the desk, pillowing on the storybook that ordinary people would die if touched, and even the red clothes were afraid.

"I want to sort out my thoughts. The world behind this door is too special, and the probability of the fetus hiding here is very high."

Picking up the pen on the table, Chen Ge wrote on the blank note: "The school and the buildings outside the school are all scenario in my memory. Until now, there are two people around me. A person only in my memory. I have no impression of most of the remaining students. It was the first time I saw the middle-aged man who came with Zhang Ya just now. It can be seen that the general framework of the world is woven according to my memory, but among them It also contains the memory of another person."

The memories of different people are intertwined into a common world. Chen Ge has seen such a situation before, and that is the psychic ghost school.

Originally just an ordinary ghost school of 3 Stars scenario, constantly absorbing students' memories, constantly integrating scenario, and finally transformed into 4 Stars.

The difference between the world behind the door and the psychic ghost school is that the gloomy and oppressive atmosphere is not felt here. If Chen Ge hadn't clearly remembered that he opened the door, I'm afraid he would have thought this is somewhere outside the door.

Everything is too real to be exactly the same in reality.

"I seem to have overlooked something important. Now I know too few clues, so I can only focus on Zhang Ya and math class representatives..." Chen Ge was carefully listing the known information in his notebook, preparing for the next step, suddenly I found that the classroom was quiet, and all the students seemed to be looking at themselves.

The hand supporting his head was slowly lowered, Chen Ge looked to his side, and a faint scent floated from the tip of his nose.

"Listen to the class carefully." Zhang Ya stood behind Chen Ge, tapped Chen Ge with the book in his hand, and then left.

Looking at the back of Zhang Ya, Chen Ge touched the place where Zhang Ya had just knocked on it. The woman in front of him overlapped with the woman in his mind, and he suddenly felt an indescribable feeling in his heart.

A class passed quickly, and Chen Ge didn't do anything except watch the teacher: "If I really have Zhang Ya as a teacher in high school, the college entrance examination score is estimated to be 100% higher."

"You can pull it down, the class is over, and you didn't even take out the textbook." The round-faced little fat man covered his face: "Wake up, brother, stop dreaming, and study occasionally."

"You don't understand, it's not me who is really dreaming." Chen Ge left his seat with his backpack and ran after him. He knew it was not good to shout the teacher's name in the corridor, so he ran to the new teacher: "Zhang Ya?"

Hearing the voice, Zhang Ya was stunned for a moment, then smiled and looked at Chen Ge: "You want to call me teacher, is there anything?"

"You really don't remember me?" Chen Ge wanted to test it out. The world behind the door is formed based on the memory of the person who pushed the door. Those who are formed by memory will definitely remember the person who pushed the door.

"I remember you." Zhang Ya looked at Chen Ge very seriously, and suddenly his expression changed: "You are the guy who didn't listen well in class just now and painted in my class."

"Painting?" Chen Ge looked at Zhang Ya in front of him. He didn't know what he looked like in Zhang Ya's eyes at this moment. Maybe the other party really forgot about him: "I was writing something."

Taking out the storybook from the backpack, Chen Ge flipped it in front of Zhang Ya: "Do you have an impression?"

"Is this the outline of a novel you wrote?" Zhang Ya was a little surprised.

"Why did you talk about writing novels again?" No matter what Chen Ge said, Zhang Ya just treated him as an interesting big boy with a smile on his face.

"Go back to class, I support the interest of writing novels, but don't affect your studies."

The Zhang Ya in front of me has faded away, mature and gentle, people can't help but want to get close.

"You really treat me like a child." Chen Ge reluctantly retracted the storybook.

"Isn't it?" Wearing a suit and skirt, Zhang Ya, who looked very calm, inadvertently showed a very cute expression.

"You are the teacher listening to you, I'm going back to class." Chen Ge walked towards the classroom with his backpack, halfway through he looked back, Zhang Ya entered the office alone: ​​"So Zhang Ya laughs This look is completely different from usual, and it's a bit foul."

Glancing at his own shadow, Chen Ge sighed softly: "I finally came across an opportunity to bully Zhang Ya, but I didn't expect her to be a teacher. It's too difficult for me."

Back to the classroom, Chen Ge didn't listen to the class at all. He used his Yin pupil to observe the town outside from his seat.

This is indeed Liwan Town, but it is completely different from the chaotic and crazy Liwan in memory. The folk customs are simple and everyone lives and works in peace and contentment. Not to mention the unborn child, he does not even perceive the slightest negative emotions.

"Is this place like the psychic school, where day and night are two extremes?"

"The classmate by the window asks you to come up and answer this question on the blackboard." A male teacher's voice came from the podium.

Chen Ge also respected each other very much. After standing up, he glanced at the blackboard and shouted: "I won't."