library clerk

Chapter 20 The Grey Breath
The woman named Liu Ruixue was about to say something, but when she saw that the boy actually walked out with the book, she was shocked and speechless... Afterwards, she turned her head to look at Meng Zhe, and then ran away as if to escape out the door of the library.

Song Jiang looked at Liu Ruixue's back in surprise, then turned to look at Meng Zhe and said, "What did you do? Didn't you say that you can't get out the door if you don't register?!"

Meng Zhe smiled triumphantly and said, "What do you know... The books borrowed by these two spirits are all transformed by their own ideas, and this ability is endowed by this library, so naturally they cannot take it away without permission." of."

"Then why did that child take the book away just now?" Song Jiang continued to ask without waiting for Meng Zhe to finish speaking.

At this time, Meng Zhe glanced at the dimly lit interior of the library, and said in a disdainful tone, "I am the White Tiger God, so why is it so difficult... It's just that I haven't figured out the meaning of this library until now. what exactly is it?!"

The time soon came to the next morning, and Song Jiang was still standing at the door eagerly waiting for the figure of Director Xu, but Meng Zhe frequently poured cold water on him, "What are you waiting for, didn't I tell you, that old man Guy won't come."

After hearing this, Song Jiang glared at him and said, "How dare you call someone an old guy?! Old Xu is only a little older than you, how much younger is he than you?"

Meng Zhe not only did not refute, but even nodded and said, "That's right...he is indeed a junior in front of me, but who asked me to find a young body?"

Song Jiang didn't want to continue arguing with Meng Zhe, but he knew in his heart that it was not an option to wait any longer. After all, he was just an ordinary person, and it was impossible to stay in the store without sleep, and there was basically nothing to do during the day. Guests, so Song Jiang couldn't care so much anymore, so he just locked the door and left.

Working continuously for 24 hours made Song Jiang's mind a little dizzy. He planned to take Meng Zhe to have some breakfast first, but when he passed by a shopping mall, he saw today's TV show playing on the big screen outside. morning news.

"According to our reporter's report, there was an accidental fall from a building in Beidu No. [-] Middle School last night. A sophomore student named Chen Yaoxuan died on the spot..."

Although it was just a short piece of news, it instantly attracted the attention of passers-by. Song Jiang even saw at a glance that the deceased was none other than the high school student who went to the library to borrow the college entrance examination exercise book last night.

"How could it be him?!" Song Jiang said in shock.

But Meng Zhe asked back, "Why can't it be him... Don't even think about it. If the kid is an old ghost, how could he not know the rules in the library? So he must be a new ghost who just died. I ran over to borrow books in a daze, I guess he might not have known he was dead at the time, otherwise everyone would already be dead, how could he still be thinking about the college entrance examination?"

When Song Jiang heard that Meng Zhe still knew about the college entrance examination, he said with a funny face, "It's as if you have also taken the college entrance examination..."

Unexpectedly, Meng Zhe said happily, "I haven't participated, but the real Meng Zhe has participated. That memory was like purgatory for him, so the impression was particularly deep... In fact, in my opinion, this The college entrance examination is not too different from the ancient imperial examination system, it is just a way to find a good future for oneself, but the current college entrance examination is more popular."

Song Jiang nodded and said, "The college entrance examination is indeed a nightmare for most people. I have been graduating for so many years, and sometimes I can still dream about the horrible scene of myself going to the college entrance examination without an admission ticket."

After hearing this, Meng Zhe patted Song Jiang's messy head and said, "It seems that you were not a good student with excellent grades back then!"

Song Jiang was unconvinced when he heard it, "You are still a god in the world, and your knowledge is so shallow! Who told you that the definition of a good student must be good grades? Does it mean that students with good grades will not do bad things in the future? Grades Are poor children bound to become the scum of society in the future? I can't see it!"

Seeing that Song Jiang's mood suddenly became agitated, Meng Zhe asked with a smile, "What? Could it be that you were pushed out when you were in high school because you didn't study well?!"

Maybe it was Meng Zhe's point of view, Song Jiang said with a lonely expression, "It's wrong to define a child by his or her grades. Everyone has different talents, so we can't generalize them. Otherwise, the true talents of many children will be obliterated."

Seeing Song Jiang's expression, Meng Zhe knew that he must have encountered some unhappy things back then. Although he wanted to comfort him, he didn't know what to say. After all, if he didn't experience some things himself, he couldn't truly empathize with them, so he had no choice but to transfer The topic said, "That kid should love to study. The books he borrowed until he died are all college entrance examination exercises. How could he not want to commit suicide?!"

Song Jiang was taken aback for a moment, and then immediately asked, "You said that child committed suicide?"

Meng Zhe nodded and said, "Well, it must have been a suicide. In fact, each undead has a color of breath on its head to mark their different ways of death. Your eyes are definitely invisible at the moment. ...and last night that kid's head was the gray aura of suicide."

"But didn't the news just say that it was an accidental fall?" Song Jiang said with a look of surprise.

Meng Zhe sighed as soon as he heard it, "If you say it, you will believe it...you are so cute and stupid."

Song Jiang's face was a little cloudy after hearing this, because if the child died of suicide, then the reason for his suicide is hard to say... In fact, Song Jiang almost committed suicide when he was in high school, if he hadn't been killed by the school The security guard bumped into him, and he must have suffered the same fate as that child.

In the breakfast shop, Song Jiang ate the deep-fried dough sticks in his hand one mouthful after another. Meng Zhe at the side saw that he had been silent for a long time, so he asked curiously, "What are you thinking?"

Song Jiang sighed after hearing this, "I was thinking about that high school student named Chen Yaoxuan, and I don't know why he was... It's a pity that he died at such a young age."

At this time, Meng Zhe took a bite of the deep-fried dough stick in his hand and stuffed it with ham sausage and said, "Everyone has his own destiny... There is no way to do it. In fact, everyone has a few days when their luck is low. It goes well, if you can't make it through, you will be reincarnated."

As soon as Song Jiang heard it, he said angrily, "What is this called, do you have to die if you are unlucky?"

After hearing this, Meng Zhe took a sip of the cup of soy milk coffee in front of him, and then said slowly, "When I say bad luck, I don't mean encountering bad things or adversity in life, but simply bad luck. it is good……"

(End of this chapter)