He tricked his amnesiac partner into becoming crippled.

Chapter 181 After Raising Ghosts, I Choose to Lie Down (Part 14)

Before long, a dark aura enveloped the unremarkable old building, which then disappeared in the blink of an eye.

That's it.

Wen Yan tidied up the cigarette ash on the floor, got up and went upstairs.

Performing rituals, sweeping away incense ash, and then inspecting the ghost neighbors—these are how the leisurely days pass by.

Wen Yan had several doubts; had she forgotten something?

Then the counselor called: "Wen Yan, are you crazy? You've been skipping classes for days on end? Don't you want your diploma?!"

Wen Yancai realized then that she was still a student and had to attend classes.

What a blunder! After moving out of the dorms, the students' sense of responsibility has clearly declined; they've almost forgotten who they are.

"Wherever you are right now, come to my office immediately!!"

Upon hearing this, Wen Yan promptly packed her things and headed to school, with Jiang Yu automatically following behind her with a backpack.

It was several hours later when I arrived at the counselor's office.

In front of the dark and somber desk, the counselor rubbed his temples in exasperation, unable to understand how such a pretty and well-behaved student could be a troublemaker who had been skipping classes repeatedly.

My heart is shattered into pieces.

Fortunately, Wen Yan's attitude in admitting his mistake was good, which at least offered him some solace.

"From now on, you must attend classes on time and not be late or leave early, understand?"

"clear."

"Otherwise you won't get your diploma."

"Ok."

Although his words were perfunctory, his expression was extremely serious.

Staring intently into the counselor's eyes, I was practically swearing an oath to gain their trust.

Considering her good attitude, the counselor nodded with satisfaction and let Wen Yan leave.

The next second, Wen Yan hesitated before speaking: "Teacher, I see your face looks dark..."

"go out."

The counselor decisively pointed to the door.

Wen Yan awkwardly touched her nose, deftly slipped away, and truly suffered from her professional habit.

However, she wasn't lying; the dark aura surrounding the counselor's forehead was an ominous sign.

Without time to think it through, she arrived at the classroom, glanced at her timetable, confirmed it, and went inside.

Ignoring the young ghost next to the podium, Wen Yan sat calmly in the first row.

The ghost stared at Wen Yan for a long time, then floated over and whispered in Wen Yan's ear: "You can see me."

"Ah."

Wen Yan didn't even look up.

The young ghost had only asked casually, but when Wen Yan responded, his ghostly form trembled. "You can hear me?"

"nonsense."

The young ghost, feeling wronged, sat down next to Wen Yan with a pout. Jiang Yu happened to emerge from the pendant and, seeing another ghost sitting in his usual spot, his eyes darkened for a moment.

Without him saying a word, the young ghost was terrified when he saw the swirling, noisy resentment behind him.

With that chatterbox gone, things can finally be a bit quieter.

Wen Yan lowered her head, drawing the possible exam topics circled by the teacher, and diligently took notes until she met an acquaintance again.

The counselor took the roster and began calling out names from each major. Soon it was Wen Yan's turn.

Wen Yan observed that after only a few classes, the dark marks on the counselor's forehead had deepened. She raised an eyebrow, wrote a note, and gave it to the counselor.

The bright yellow paper was very eye-catching. When the counselor refused to take it, she secretly stuck it on her back, giving him a chance to turn heads.

The course was dull and boring. After finally getting through it, Wen Yan stretched and got up to leave.

During this time, I ran into the counselor again on the stairs; this time, the dark marks were even more pronounced.

Wen Yan quietly reminded her advisor to be more careful when walking lately.

The counselor didn't pay attention, and after checking the classes, went out with friends, only to fall into a manhole cover...

Similar things have happened frequently in the past few days. At first, the counselor thought it was because he was not in a good state, until he did all the things that Wen Yan reminded him to be careful about.

He finally believed it.

Wen Yan, who was lying at home, received a call from her counselor.

"Wen, are you free this weekend?"

"You said."

The counselor was a little embarrassed; just a few days ago, he had advised the person to be less superstitious, and now he was being contradicted.

He was embarrassed.

He was originally a staunch materialist, but now his materialistic views are rather loose.