At this time, not only the girls are listening to the harmonica played by he ma.


    In fact, the whole classroom is listening.


    After all, the sound of harmonica is not directional.


    And Ma''s full feelings, along with the melody of the music, were conveyed to all listeners.


    So in the classroom with the lights out and only the emergency lights and flashlight, someone suddenly sobbed.


    "What''s the matter?" Someone asked right away.


    "I thought of my dead grandmother."


    And Ma looked back unexpectedly, and then found that the students in the classroom were conquered by the music he just played.


    This makes he ma feel a little strange, because he just wanted to express his inner feelings when he just blew.


    He didn''t want to impress others. He just played the lyrics with notes on the harmonica.


    He wasn''t even sure if it sounded good.


    After all, we just use harmonica notes instead of lyrics to spell out the melody.


    But now look at the students'' reaction, the effect is quite good?


    And directly blew and cried one?


    But he Ma Xin thought, I''m more about my family and country. I''m missing the motherland that raised me. I want to witness her rise from the mud to rejuvenation. What''s the ghost of your dead grandmother after listening to it?


    At this time, he ma saw Okada Xingli coming with a flashlight: "I''m very moved."


    "When you say you are moved, can you not shine a flashlight on your face from your chin and look like telling a ghost story."


    "Ah, sorry, we were just going to have a ghost story meeting, and then subconsciously took the flashlight like this."


    The chairman cleared his throat: "you won''t light candles under the quilt, will you? There will be fire hazards, so no. "


    In Japan, when telling ghost stories, you need candles. After telling a ghost story, blow one candle. When all the candles are blown off, the real ghost will come.


    Of course, this is in the horror cartoon. In reality, it is probably the moment when the last candle is blown out. There will be a living treasure roaring to scare others away.


    Okada Xingli looked at he ma excitedly: "so, the star is also created by Tongsheng, right? That''s not what nantiao''s family bought from a poor musician to support your appearance, is it? "


    And Ma: "well, yes."


    He hesitated a little. After all, he had a strong sense of genuine and MA in his previous life. He still had a little resistance to copying other people''s works.


    But this resistance can only make him hesitate.


    "Great! Can you please compose music for martial arts? "


    "No." And Ma refused very simply, "I have no knowledge of music theory, let alone composition. I just feel it. Even the score needs nantiao and the chairman to pick it for me."


    Okada Xingli looked disappointed: "well... I thought I could match the amazing BGM. I recently found that good BGM can even turn bad stories into magic. "


    He Ma: "you''re wrong. When the plot is rotten to the extreme, no matter how good the music can''t be saved, it will even kill the music style review."


    "Will you?" Okada Xingli doesn''t seem to believe it.


    "Why don''t you sleep?" There was a violent drink at the door, and the horse saw that it was Damen Wulang.


    The school''s physical education teachers stayed in school tonight, responsible for maintaining order and preventing students from killing or killing people.


    They hurried away from the window and got into their beds.


    Damen Wulang stood at the door like a door god. After confirming that everyone slept honestly, he turned his portable flashlight and continued to patrol other classes.


    As soon as the front foot of Damen Wulang left, the students sleeping near the door bounced up, ran to the door and looked out.


    A moment later he waved, "well, go away!"


    So all kinds of light sources brought by the students in the classroom lit up again.


    Ghost storytellers and chatters shared their snacks.


    This is also a part of the preparation for the cultural festival.


    **


    Damen Wulang returned to the teacher''s office, turned off the flashlight, sat behind the desk and breathed.


    "Do the third graders look at ease?"


    "How could it be? I''m sure I started playing again as soon as I left. It doesn''t matter. As long as they don''t make too much noise and don''t ruin public order and good customs, just turn a blind eye. "


    "Over the years, we have turned a blind eye," laughed Zhongtiao, who took the initiative to stay on duty today. "Those boys, don''t look at all kinds of yellow jokes. In fact, they are very tender. Most of them don''t dare to do anything.


    "According to the experience of previous years, it is more difficult for girls. The hot girls are getting more and more precocious recently. "


    "In fact, the most troublesome is not Tongsheng and ma?" Similarly, the bird tour teacher who took the initiative to stay in school joined the dialogue, "maybe they will do something big tonight."


    "No, there''s nothing wrong with Tongsheng''s group. There''s a temple watching." Zhongtiao said with disapproval, "the temple is measured and knows what can be done and what can not be done. She doesn''t mature like a high school girl. "


    Damon Wulang: "which of you wants instant noodles? I went to the boiling water room to soak it for you. "


    "OK, I want it. I just have a bowl of noodles ready for Riqing."


    The bird teacher took out a bowl of noodles from his drawer.


    "I eat when I''m hungry when I''m preparing lessons at school."


    The teachers chatted like this. As long as there was no big commotion outside, they would spend most of the evening in the office.


    **


    At this moment, the flower house Longzhi and ruogo Daisuke are lurking outside the classroom of class B in the third year. Just when the gate Wulang came to inspect, they hid in the small room where the school workers store cleaning appliances not far away.


    Now, they are quietly listening to the movement in the classroom.


    However, the students chatted loudly, so even if the florist Longzhi borrowed the help of modern appliances, he couldn''t hear what they were talking about with Ma.


    "I think we should climb the big tree in the atrium so that we can shoot from the big tree into the classroom." If palace big auxiliary suggests way.


    "No, if your photos are not good enough, it''s because you''re not close enough. To catch the moment of Xiangyan, you have to be as close to the target as possible. " The florist Longzhi said confidently.


    He lay down on the window of the classroom and looked in.


    The students in the classroom are enjoying their youth in a healthy way.


    Sleeping by the window in the back of the classroom, Ma and his party were just chatting.


    That Tong Sheng and Ma didn''t even have the courage to put their hands into their sister''s quilt! The flower house is full of ambition.


    He recalled that when he slept together, he casually put his hand into his sister''s quilt and was beaten by the group.


    The florist Longzhi shrunk back and turned his mouth.


    "So let''s climb the tree..." raogo suggested again.


    The florist Longzhi refused again, but this time he gave a different reason than last time. He said: "now most of the students are lying down. You run outside to climb trees and you can''t see what they are doing."


    If palace big auxiliary shrugs.


    The florist Longzhi shrunk back and sat down with his back against the wall.


    "Speaking of it," he said suddenly, "the song that Tongsheng and Ma played on the harmonica just now is really good. Have you heard of it before? "


    "No, I''m sure I haven''t heard of it. I have never heard of the harmonica or the symphony orchestra. "


    The florist Longzhi nodded, "I haven''t heard of it either. As an entertainment reporter, I have heard a lot of music. I have heard such impressive harmonica music. I shouldn''t forget it.


    "Do you think Tong Sheng and Ma really have the ability to compose music?"


    Ruogo Daisuke: "it''s possible, but what does it have to do with our materials?"


    The florist Longzhi pursed his mouth and fell into meditation. After a while, he said: "his talent has attracted girls around him, competing for hospitality, just to get his favor for a moment". What do you think of this? "


    "I don''t think so. Our readers are fools who want to see simple and straightforward disclosure."


    "But now there are too many such revelations in our magazines. If you change your taste, the effect may be very good.


    "We will write a bitter story this time. Every sister who is deeply involved in it is very painful and has to compete with her friends for his favor. What do you think of this?"


    Ruo Gong replied thoughtfully, "do you mean to turn this into a bitter drama? Like a soap opera at noon every day? "


    "Yes!"


    "Tut... I remember that the previous reader survey showed that there were indeed quite a few housewives among the readers of our magazine."


    Gossip, no one likes gossip more than housewives.


    The florist Longzhi continued along his way of thinking: "we want to take individual photos of each girl. We want to take them melancholy and full of sadness, which makes people feel distressed at the first sight."


    Ruo Gong took out the photo taken by Polaroid from his arms and quickly selected one from it: "what do you think of this? It was just taken at the faucet. "


    The florist Longzhi took the photo and found a girl drinking water at the faucet.


    The faucet in Japan can be turned. If you turn the faucet up, it can become a device like a small fountain. Then open the valve and you can drink water directly without embarrassing your neck.


    The photos given by raogo Daisuke perfectly meet the requirements of the florist Longzhi. The girl who is drinking water is tired. Combined with the light and shadow composition of the photos, the feeling of sadness is ready to come out.


    But this picture has a fatal problem.


    Florist Longzhi: "who is this?"


    "I don''t know," ruomiya shrugged. "I just snapped it when I passed the washstand on the second floor, but you see, it perfectly meets your requirements, doesn''t it?"


    "The second floor, that''s the senior two students." The florist Longzhi continued to look at the photo with the light of the flashlight, "but it was really good. OK, just use this one. Find a way to get more.


    "As before, we just need to add a line ''the picture has nothing to do with the text'' where few people will notice.


    "Such a talented man, Tong Sheng and Ma, can''t have only those three followers. No, it should be. The three followers with the best quality are favored by and horses, and the rest can only sigh secretly.


    "At the beginning, the editor said, ''in beige high school, girls are experiencing a different youth from their peers in other schools'', and then began to tell the story of super talented Tongsheng and Ma, and the girls in the whole school who admire him and yearn for his favor."


    If palace big auxiliary also excited: "the whole school?"? Play so big? That''s good! Not only housewives readers will like it, but also readers who like adventure and simple and straightforward stimulation.


    "We''ll find some more photo actresses. They''re just starting out and haven''t become famous. They code their faces, wear school uniforms like waves, and mix them into the real photos..."


    "No!" The florist Longzhi interrupted ruogo Daisu, "you don''t have to dress like a wave. The sailor''s clothes are very colored."


    Ruo Gong nodded, "yes, that''s it! I think this is another big hit. This year''s year-end performance award is ours again! "


    Florist Longzhi: "for credibility, we have to play a tune by botongsheng and ma. Did you record the harmonica song just now?"


    Ruo Gong smiled: "who do you think I am? You are responsible for the general direction of materials, and I am responsible for materials. Haven''t we been working together like this? Have I missed any material? "


    "OK." The florist Longzhi put his head out again and looked into the classroom. "It seems that the material we want will not be available in this classroom for a while and a half. Let''s go to fight guerrillas first, take a picture of the girls and boys who have an affair, and remove the boys from the lens. We can certainly get a lot of usable pictures."


    "On the night before the Cultural Festival, sadness filled the campus?" Although he is a photographer, ruogo Daisuke is also good at writing.


    "Yes, that''s it." When long Zhigang of the flower house finished, a flickering light of a big flashlight suddenly appeared at the end of the corridor in the distance.


    "Dry, the teacher is patrolling again?" The florist Longzhi turned off the flashlight and patted ruomiya Daisuke, "let''s flash."


    Obviously, I didn''t see Longzhi''s flashlight in the flower house on the other side of the corridor, or I just felt that "if it''s all consciously extinguished, just open one eye and close one eye". Anyway, the teacher didn''t say anything and continued to shake his flashlight here.


    The flower house Longzhi and ruogong Daisu ran in the opposite direction and turned into the staircase.


    They went down one floor - the third grade was on the top floor of the classroom, and then up was the roof.


    However, it was unexpected that the patrol teacher came here and came to the second floor.


    Flower house Longzhi and ruoyang Daisuke can only continue to hide.


    However, a strange thing happened. No matter how they ran, the teacher with a flashlight followed them far away, as if he were chasing them.


    "What ghost, this is to find us?" The florist Longzhi stood up straight while wiping his sweat. "I''ll stop him and you run. It''s up to you to get the material tonight. "


    "Wait a minute!" If Gong Da Fu grasped Longzhi''s hand, "are you... Is that really a teacher?"


    "What else can it be if it''s not a teacher?" The florist Longzhi asked, "the seven incredible walking mannequins on campus? Have you read too many supernatural magazines? "


    As soon as the voice fell, the hand light that had been following them suddenly went out.


    Suddenly darkness enveloped the corridor.


    The florist Longzhi breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the window next to him and found that some clouds came from the sky at some time, blocking the bright moon.


    When there was no moonlight, the corridor was a little out of reach.


    So despite the risk of being found, Longzhi turned on the flashlight.


    "Look at the map," he said to raogo. "Look where we are."


    If Gong Dafu opened the map, it was a simple map drawn by them to consult the school''s design blueprint in the archives class of the district public office before the interview.


    Such blueprints of public schools are kept in district offices.


    "Well... I don''t know where we are." Ruo Gong frowned and beads of sweat rolled down from his forehead.


    Huafang Longzhi grabbed the map and compared it with the surrounding references.


    "Why don''t you know where we are?" He muttered as he looked for a point on the map that matched his current position


    Just then, the flashlight came from the other direction.


    Both narrowed their eyes and looked at the direction of the flashlight.


    Vaguely, a schoolgirl with a flashlight could be seen, with a rustic twist braid and thick framed glasses.


    "Come with me." The girl said concisely, then turned and walked directly to the dark corridor.


    The florist Longzhi and ruogo Dazu looked at each other, and then coincidentally kept up with the girl''s footsteps.


    Reporter Longzhi of the flower house has a habit attack and wants to go up and interview.


    At this time, his eyes had adapted to the light environment and recognized that this was the big chest chairman beside Tongsheng and ma.


    The florist Longzhi has a lot of things to ask, such as "why aren''t you with Tongsheng and Ma", "what are you doing here" and "what do you think of your relationship with several other girls". He sorted out his ideas and was about to open an interview when he heard the sound of ruogang Da Fu pressing the shutter.


    He turned his head and saw his partner take out the photos from the Polaroid camera and swing back and forth like a fan to speed up the natural development.


    But the final picture was pasted into a ball, and you couldn''t see anything except a vague figure.


    "No, I''ve used the lens for night shooting. I can''t shoot anything in this light. I change the low light level night vision lens? "


    The florist Longzhi took the photo and stared at a corner of the photo.


    He felt as if in a dark corner, a man''s face was smiling at the camera.


    Ruogo Daisuke: "photos taken under this light are easy to be ''supernatural'', which is the real cause of the supernatural photos taken on those supernatural programs."


    The girl who walked in front just walked forward as if she hadn''t heard them.


    "Well," the florist Longzhi stuffed the photo back to his partner and began to ask, "are you..."


    However, his question was interrupted.


    The girl began to sing. It was a children''s song that the Japanese learned when they were children.


    Communication, communication, communication


    Pass, pass


    ここはののじゃ


    This is the path of Hades


    Ghosts and gods, fine roads


    This is the path of ghosts and gods


    ちっとしてしゃんせ


    Go across gently


    The other party doesn''t know why, just sing the third paragraph.


    This song made the florist Longzhi feel goose bumps. If you want to ask, it seems to be frozen and stuck in your throat.


    Suddenly, the singing stopped suddenly.


    The girl turned.


    The flower house Longzhi was frightened to cry out by the sudden turn.


    But there was no common expansion in horror films. The girl didn''t become a bloody ghost. She smiled and said to them, "just come here. I get lost from time to time in the science building, so I''d better not go there. "


    The flower house Longzhi found that now they were standing on the connecting bridge between the science building and the teaching building. The bright moonlight came through the window, so bright that they didn''t even need a flashlight.


    The girl said, "you just wanted to interview me, didn''t you? Ask now. "


    The florist Longzhi looked at the girl''s slightly mocking smile and swallowed his mouth: "no, no, we''re over. We are reporters for the supernatural magazine "strange talk of the city."


    With that, the florist Longzhi took out a fake press card. He always kept a dozen of them in the car and took them according to the situation.


    Today, he happens to use his identity as a reporter for the supernatural magazine.


    "Are you here to interview strange talk?" There is light in the girl''s eyes, "then I have a lot of material to tell you. I am the former president of the school''s supernatural fellowship, although now the fellowship has been abolished because no one has joined. "


    Huafang Longzhi is completely in a state of riding a tiger.


    At this time, his good partner extended a helping hand: "Wow, I just took a supernatural picture of you!"


    After that, he handed the miraculous Polaroid to the girl.


    "Let me see." The girl took the photo excitedly, but immediately showed a disappointed expression, "this is not a very common exposure problem. Ninety nine percent of the supernatural photos are like this. You can tell it''s fake at a glance. "


    "Is that so? I think it''s quite cautious. "


    "Well, it''s very cautious. There should be some light enthusiasts like it when it''s published in magazines. But the readers of "strange talk of the city" are core enthusiasts, aren''t they? If these photos are sent out, the editorial department will be posted. "


    "Er, this..."


    "I''ll teach you how to fix the picture. You can make the face less obvious, and then add some effects around me to darken the light."


    The girl is obviously a real psychic enthusiast and talks endlessly.


    "In this way, this will become a very powerful picture!"


    Ruo Gong nodded like mashing garlic: "OK, I know."


    Then the girl turned around with a satisfied look: "well, I''ll go back to the classroom. You two take materials and refuel. Don''t be found by the teacher. I''m looking forward to the next issue of urban strange talk."


    Florist Longzhi: "well... Even if we write things out, we may not get the page at the editorial meeting. The hot spot this time is the j tunnel in the city."


    Huafang Longzhi is not simply using other people''s names. He has done his homework. The next issue of urban strange talk is likely to be on the supernatural album of J tunnel.


    "Come on." The girl said so and left lightly. After the girl''s figure disappeared from sight, ruogo said, "this guy, the advice he just gave is professional. The supernatural photographer I know does deal with photos like this."“ Enthusiasts. " Longzhi shrugged. "I heard that there are a group of animation fever college students in Osaka who have made animation short films that can make professional animation clubs bow down. I''m afraid so is this one. " Then he looked back at the science building. He could not help shivering“ Let''s go. " He patted his partner on the shoulder, "just get the material here. We have photographed enough melancholy high school girls these days. Now go back to the editorial department and maybe catch up with the publication of the magazine on Friday! "