Mu Miao greeted enthusiastically, but his new deskmate didn't seem to care. Mu Miao was slightly disappointed for a moment, his bright peach blossom eyes unconsciously glanced at Jiang Qianliu.
This person is so cold.
He doesn't even speak. Isn't he bored? Just as he was thinking this, Mu Miao's wrist was suddenly grabbed. The hand directly wrapped around his entire wrist, the scorching temperature of the palm scalding Mu Miao's hand.
Mu Miao was stunned, anxiously trying to pull his hand back, "What are you doing? Let go of me."
Jiang Qianliu was startled by the delicate skin he touched. He had wanted to confirm the identity of his new deskmate, but his mind went blank. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on the wrist in his hand, embedding his fingers deep into the porcelain-white skin, as if sinking into a piece of soft cotton candy.
"Hiss, you hurt me."
Mu Miao's soft and weak complaint reached his ears, Jiang Qianliu abruptly stood up, the chair scraping against the floor making a sharp sound, attracting the attention of others in the class. They saw the new transfer student being pulled away by his deskmate by the wrist.
It was probably because Jiang Qianliu used too much force, the transfer student, who couldn't stand the pain, frowned tightly, his pink lips still whispering and shouting, asking him to let go.
When the two disappeared from the back door, the others in the class finally came back to their senses and teased each other.
"Jiang Qianliu, this kid is pretty good. He's a man of action, actions speak louder than words."
"Well... if he doesn't go for it, I will. It's a pity, he didn't choose me."
The boy who said this laughed with a bright smile, and he was thinking about going to the back door to see if he could see something good.
Mu Miao was dragged by Jiang Qianliu to an empty classroom, stumbling along the way. During this time, Jiang Qianliu's grip on his wrist didn't lessen at all, but instead became even tighter, as if he wanted to break the slender wrist.
Mu Miao's fingers began to numb due to lack of blood flow, his eyes also turned red, and tears welled up in his eyes, his curled eyelashes were covered with water droplets.
Jiang Qianliu turned around and saw this, he was stunned.
This is... crying?
Why is he crying? He's not even bullying him, how dare a ghost who has taken over someone else's body cry?
Jiang Qianliu confirmed through touching Mu Miao that the soul inside his body belonged to a dead person, but this body was clearly alive. According to what Jiang Qianliu had learned, there was only one possibility: a ghost possessing the body.
Ghosts that can possess bodies are all evil spirits. Jiang Qianliu's family had been dealing with ghosts for generations, and he knew clearly how terrifying these evil spirits were.
Jiang Qianliu raised his chin to the evil spirit, "Hey, why are you crying?"
Mu Miao's skin was white, and every bit of emotion was displayed on his face. Now, his eye circles were all red, his soft chestnut-brown short hair hung listlessly on his face, his voice choked with sobs, "You hurt my hand."
His eyes were filled with grievance and accusation, "I told you to let go, and you still keep grabbing me so hard, it hurts!"
Jiang Qianliu realized that he had been holding Mu Miao's wrist the whole time, and he quickly let go, backing away two steps as if he had been scalded. Five red finger marks were clearly visible on Mu Miao's white wrist, with a hint of blue, looking shocking.
Mu Miao pursed his lips and rubbed his wrist, his long eyelashes drooping, looking like he was about to cry again.
Jiang Qianliu: "..."
He looked at his hand doubtfully, did he really use that much force?
Mu Miao sniffed, he didn't think this deskmate was any better, he knew he shouldn't have sat next to him, but now that it was done, Mu Miao didn't want to bother the teacher about the seat.
He resigned himself to his fate, his watery eyes looked at Jiang Qianliu, his mouth subconsciously pouting, "Do you have anything else to say? I'm going back to the classroom if you don't."
Jiang Qianliu took a long stride, blocking his way. He was at least 1.8 meters tall, standing in front of Mu Mu, blocking out a large patch of sunlight, "Aren't you going to explain your identity, ghost?"
Mu Miao's heart skipped a beat, his eyes widened, his first reaction was to correct his words, "I'm a ghost, but I'm not evil."
Jiang Qianliu: "..."
He doesn't seem evil, he's quite silly. In all the years Jiang Qianliu had been catching ghosts, he had never seen a ghost like Mu Miao. He subconsciously furrowed his brows, wanting to make the ghost see reason and get out of the body, but the words got stuck in his throat.
He coughed lightly, trying to make his voice less harsh, "Get out of this body, quickly."
This way, he won't be scared to tears again.
Jiang Qianliu felt a bit tricky. If he was fierce, the ghost would cry and cry again, making it seem like he was bullying him, which was annoying.
Mu Miao's eyes were red like a rabbit's, "This is originally my body, you're saying strange things."
"Nonsense!" Jiang Qianliu quickly denied, his voice suddenly raised, startling Mu Miao, he fell silent for a moment, quickly lowering his voice, "You're a ghost, how can you possess someone else's body, stop joking around, get out quickly."
In the end, he added dryly, "Don't cry either, I didn't bully you."
If it were any other ghost, he would have taken out his peach wood sword and executed it on the spot, but this one... Jiang Qianliu looked at his clear eyes, hesitating for a few seconds.
Can evil spirits have these kinds of eyes? All the evil spirits Jiang Qianliu had seen had blood-red eyes.
Mu Miao's lips turned down, he mumbled, "You clearly bullied me, my hand is bruised... are you a Taoist priest?"
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RomanceThe main god, Mu Miao, was miserable, he couldn't even afford to eat, he had no choice, he had to listen to his brother and go to the various copies to play a variety of NPCs that blocked the players. In the fallen copies, all kinds of fierce and ho...