Let me see which unlucky person is here to tell fortunes today

Guo Ming didn't expect that his kind words of consolation would be met with a slap in the face. He straightened his crooked glasses and felt a little angry.

"Ji Chu, I'm trying to persuade you out of good intentions, but why don't you know what's good for you? Don't take advantage of the fact that I like you and act lawless!"

"Look at what you ordered. A bowl of deluxe duck blood vermicelli costs 18 yuan, two egg pancakes cost 6 yuan, a tea egg costs 1 yuan, and a bag of soy milk costs 5 yuan. You have spent 2 yuan for this morning!"

"I remember your parents only gave you 30 yuan a day for living expenses. What will you eat in the afternoon and evening after you spend it? Do you want to spend too much at the beginning of the month and starve at the end of the month?"

If there weren't so many people in the cafeteria, Ji Chugao would have done something to Guo Ming. She pinched the bridge of her nose, trying to make her tone gentle.

"Guo Ming, let me tell you, first of all, I will work part-time, and the money I earn from the part-time job is enough for me to have three meals a day."

"Secondly, you and I have no other relationship except being classmates. Before I get angry and hold a grudge against you for what you did before, you'd better disappear from my sight. Otherwise, I will do something that even I can't imagine."

Guo Ming was frightened by Ji Chu's eyes and took two steps back, but he obviously wanted to say something else. But how could Ji Chu let him continue?

Ji Chu burst into tears, and while crying, he kept bowing to Guo Ming to apologize: "Please, classmate Guo Ming, don't use the excuse of confessing to me to eat my breakfast. I don't have much living expenses per month, and I can eat a lot. Every time I share my breakfast with you, I will be so hungry that I will have hypoglycemia during class."

Ji Chu's voice was loud and clear. Originally only a few people around looked over, but now half of the people in the cafeteria looked over.

Some people around started to whisper, "Hey, he's confessing his love to someone and eating their breakfast. Isn't this just plain freeloading?"

"I remember that girl, the one who caused quite a stir online last week. In order to avoid giving money to her biological parents, she jumped into the river and committed suicide. Fortunately, she was rescued."

"With such a soft personality, it's no wonder that you were harassed by a pervert. I guess I just gave away my breakfast because I was too embarrassed!"

"I remember she donated all her money before she jumped into the river to commit suicide. The living expenses her parents gave her were detailed online. It was 900 yuan a month, which is only 30 yuan a day on average."

"Tsk tsk, who is that man? He's so disgusting. He knows how hard she lives, but he still eats her breakfast. How shameless!"

Guo Ming's face turned red from the pointing and talking of the people around him. He loudly retorted: "Who is eating your breakfast? I just think you ordered a little too much..."

A senior student nearby couldn't stand it anymore and suddenly stood up and scolded, "What's wrong with ordering too much? Can't everyone eat it? Or do you want her to share some with you?"

Guo Ming waved his hands quickly: "No, I'm just afraid she'll waste it!"

The senior student added: "How do you know she would waste it? Even if she did, she wouldn't give it to you, a gigolo!"

Guo Ming felt that he was speechless. He clearly just wanted to teach Ji Chu a lesson, but why did it feel like the more he explained, the worse it got!

Under the condemnation of the people around him, Guo Ming was almost drowned in spit. He almost rushed out of the crowd and left the cafeteria in a panic.

Afterwards, Ji Chu bowed his head and thanked the senior sister. The senior sister patted Ji Chu on the shoulder and told him: "Don't be so soft, otherwise anyone will dare to bully you!"

Ji Chu nodded, bowed to the senior sister, and watched her leave.

The crowd dispersed, and Ji Chu finally returned to his seat. Unfortunately, the fragrant vermicelli in the bowl had become bloated, the two egg pancakes and the tea eggs were half cold, and only the bagged soy milk was still slightly warm.

In order not to waste food, Ji Chu finished eating them all. When she thought that she would miss the best tasting period of the food, she felt very angry.

We have to find a way to teach Guo Ming a lesson!

There are no fixed classrooms in the university. Courses like Mao Zedong Thought may even be taught by several classes together, with each class lasting two consecutive periods.

Ji Chu came to the multi-purpose classroom with his textbook. As Guo Ming had delayed him for a long time, the back rows of the classroom were almost occupied by a crowd of people, leaving only the first two rows closest to the podium.

Guo Ming sat in the back of the classroom, occupying a seat next to him with a book. He glared at Ji Chu, then looked at the seat next to him, as if as long as Ji Chu apologized to him, he would generously give up the seat next to him.

But Ji Chu ignored him and walked straight to the seat against the wall in the second row. Guo Ming was so angry that he stood up, but because there were people around him, he sat down again awkwardly.

Ji Chu was almost amused by his angry behavior. He didn't know how such a paranoid person who couldn't tell right from wrong could get into university.

I can only say that it is a disaster that IQ and EQ are not linked.

Soon, the bell rang and the teacher walked into the classroom with a textbook. Just as he started talking, a girl shouted "report" at the door of the classroom.

In the original owner's memory, the teacher who taught them Mao Zedong Thought was called Nun Miejue. She was a famous strict teacher in the whole school. No students dared to be late, leave early, or skip class in her class.

Just when she wanted to see which great player was so brave at the beginning of the season, she found that something was wrong.

Because none of the teachers on the podium and the students below looked towards the door, except Ji Chu.

At the same time, the female ghost at the door with white eyes and neck and body twisted 180 degrees also looked at Ji Chu with a weird smile on her lips.

"Can you see me?"

The next moment, she teleported to Ji Chu's desk, reached out to take off the head, put it on Ji Chu's desk and looked at her.

"You can see me, right? Hehehe..."

The strange laughter filled the entire classroom, but Ji Chu didn't want to make any noise in front of so many people, so he had to pretend not to see it.

The female ghost was stunned and looked suspiciously at Ji Chu who was pretending to be stupid. She didn't know for a moment whether her action of looking towards the door just now was a coincidence.

But the female ghost did not give up. She held up her head and kept moving closer to Ji Chu until Ji Chu could no longer bear it and picked up the pen in his hand and stabbed it into the female ghost's eyes.

"what--"

"You...you can really see me!"

The female ghost felt pain and roared in anger, but she quickly reacted and when she looked at Ji Chu again, her eyes were filled with deep fear.

"You...are you from the underworld?"

The female ghost wanted to run away, but Ji Chu just tapped the table twice with his fingertips, and a netherworld iron chain rose from the ground and tied up the female ghost tightly.

The Netherworld Iron Chain is specially used in the underworld to bind evil spirits and ghosts. This thing is simply the nemesis of the soul.

"Sir, I was wrong. Please spare my life!"

The deep blue flame burned holes in the ghost girl's body. Ji Chu saw that the ghost girl died unjustly. Considering that she had never hurt anyone at school, he let her go before her soul flew away.

"Thank you...thank you for your kindness, sir!"

The female ghost was still in shock. She endured the physical discomfort and knelt on the ground, kowtowed to Ji Chu and thanked him.