Chapter 3 I am a ghost ("")

"Beauty?"

These are the first words Yang Hua usually says when chatting up girls, even if he drinks himself to death, he still uses these two words.

The woman in the night didn't speak, she just stood there motionless.

"Can you see me?" The woman's faint voice suddenly came from the opposite side, as if she was particularly surprised.

The dizzy Yang Hua looked at the woman in front of him, his eyes seemed to be painted with "Hello, brothers", and he couldn't open them. He said: "I...I...I'm not drunk...how could this happen?"

can not see you?"

The strange woman standing opposite didn't say another word, she just stood quietly in the dark night.

Although Yang Hua was drunk, he did not faint after all, which meant that he was still somewhat conscious, and the strange woman in front of him. From his many years of attention and understanding of female friends, he dared to guarantee with his head that the woman in front of him must be

She is a beauty, but unfortunately her brain is really not up to par. The more she tries to see clearly, the more blurry her eyes become. Fortunately, she can still move her mouth.

I saw him slowly stand up, but the tilt of his legs couldn't help but make people admire him. They were comparable to those of yoga masters.

"Beauty...Beauty, it's so...so late, why are you alone?" Yang Hua, who was still drunk, spat out a sentence.

The woman in the night remained motionless. After a while, a faint female voice finally came: "I have nowhere to go."

Her voice sounded like she was crying or laughing, but for some reason, it sounded a bit creepy.

Unfortunately, Yang Hua, who was drunk, felt nothing at all.

"Yes...really?...How could...there is no place to go?" Yang Hua tilted his head and almost closed his eyes.

The woman's voice came again in the night wind: "No one wants me."

"Are all...all blind...?" said the drunk Yang Hua.

The woman in the night remained motionless and did not say another word.

"You...you...you...know me?" Yang Hua's head almost hit the ground.

The woman in the night said quietly: "No."

"My...my...name is...Yang Hua. I am a freshman at the Polytechnic University." He promoted himself like a salesman selling cosmetics.

There was no echo in the silent night.

"Either...you...or you...follow...me..." Yang Hua, who was so drunk that he didn't even know what to say, said to the woman in front of him who couldn't even see her face clearly in the night.

"You support me?" The woman's voice finally came out in the darkness of the night, sounding a little loud.

Yang Hua, who had already fallen to the ground, murmured: "Yes, I will support you."

Suddenly a string of laughter like silver bells came from the woman, and the laughter echoed through the dark night on the empty street.

"Then do you know who I am?" The woman's voice came again in the dark night.

Yang Hua said vaguely: "I know."

"who I am?"

"Beautiful...woman." After he said these two words, he fell to the ground completely.

The woman's silver bell-like smile rang again, and in the dark night, the woman could only be heard saying faintly: "I am a ghost."

For a drunk person, everything is illusion, unless you are not drunk.

Of course, Yang Hua was indeed drunk yesterday, and he did feel that except for the fact that he remembered drinking with Zhang Zhong yesterday, everything else was just a dream.

He even remembered that he met a woman in his dream, but he couldn't remember exactly what he did with this woman or what he said.

This is the shortcoming of dreaming. Often when you try your best to think about it, you can't think of anything. Therefore, Yang Hua only felt that he was having an erotic dream.

When Yang Hua woke up the next day, he slowly walked towards the teacher with his head twice as heavy as before.

Those beautiful girls who used to wear short skirts have no time to look at them now, because headaches are the real pain. This is the truth summarized by Yang Hua.

When I arrived in the classroom, my best friends and classmates were still there, talking and chatting as they should, and of course studying. But there were only a few of them, just like the geese passing by leaving a few sounds.

"Yang Erjin, are you here?" A boy with a crew cut sitting on the desk greeted Yang Hua who had just entered the classroom and said with a smile.

Next to him was Zhang Zhong, who was also lying on the table at the moment. He must have drunk too much yesterday, and he didn't seem to be in good spirits today.

"Hua Zi, I heard you drank too much last night?" Qin Pei, who was wearing a pair of glasses and pretending to be polite, also said with a smile.

Yang Hua ignored them and walked straight to his seat. He rubbed his head, which was still a little headache at the moment, with his hands. He turned around and said, "Brother, I'm old, and the heroes are not as brave as they used to be. I can't do it anymore, I can't do it anymore."

Several people laughed there together.

"Fart, I heard from Zhang Zhong that you drank three bottles of wine and fell down yesterday."

Li Jian, who was holding a crew cut, said while hitting Zhang Zhong, who was still lying on his stomach.

"Zhang Zhong, right? This guy is bragging and talking about his weight of two kilograms?"

"Whether you believe it or not, I won't argue with you. I want to rest." After Yang Hua finished speaking, he immediately lay down on the table, like a dead pig and ignored them again.
Chapter completed!