Dreaming of 1988, I have the ability to see ghosts and ghosts

Just like that, we all returned to school and continued our studies.

The second-year junior high school students will live on campus. There are 19 girls in our class, and they are divided into two dormitories.

The upper and lower bunks were very crowded. Except for the corridor of more than 1 meter in the middle, the corners were filled with daily necessities, plastic buckets, washbasins and the like.

This environment is quite poor and cannot be compared with modern student dormitories, let alone wardrobes, desks, etc.

Everyone's clothes were packed in a cloth bag and placed on the bed. Since we could go home every week, we didn't bring much clothes, so they could barely fit in.

The quality of the beds was not good either. They made a creaking sound when I climbed on them. Fortunately, several beds were fixed together with wire, otherwise I would have doubted whether they would fall apart when I climbed on them.

I like quietness and tidiness, so I chose the upper bunk in the corner near the window, so that other students can avoid sitting on the bed often.

Because Wang Erming went to the county to attend a technical secondary school, there was no one to help me carry my things, so my grandmother insisted on sending me to school and helping me make my bed before she went back.

Wang Fang also chose the upper bunk next to me. We slept head to head so we could talk to each other in private.

After packing everything up, we walked into the classroom, which was right next to the orange orchard. Through the windows on the back wall, we could see the branches filled with heavy oranges, most of which had turned yellow.

I found that the steel bars of the windows on the back wall were not very straight, and the vertical steel bars were fixed horizontally with thick iron wires.

I couldn't help but feel a little strange. There was no need to tie it so tightly. Who would peel away the steel bars and sneak into the orange orchard to steal oranges?

What surprised me even more was that in the corner of the back wall of the classroom, there was an iron bunk bed with bunk beds, and Zhang Xiong and Liu Dongqiang were packing their things.

"Zhang Xiong, Liu Dongqiang, are you two going to live in the classroom?"

I was wondering when Wang Fang asked.

"Oh, Wang Fang, Liu Feng, why are you in the classroom so early? Aren't there no classes today?"

It was Zhang Xiong who spoke.

"We have packed up and come to the classroom to read books. Why do you want to live in the classroom? Is there no dormitory left?"

Wang Fang continued to ask.

"It was Teacher Huang who asked us to live here. He said he would keep watch here at night to prevent students from coming in and stealing oranges."

Zhang Xiong then explained the reason.

By the way, Huang Bixiao was still our class teacher in the second year of junior high school.

But I find it funny. The windows are tied up like that, even mice can't get in. Do they still need people guarding it? Who is brave enough to risk going in to steal a few oranges?

However, Mr. Huang must have considered it carefully before asking Zhang Xiong and Liu Dongqiang to defend.

Among the boys in our class, they are the tallest and biggest. They usually act domineeringly in class, like the big brothers.

Also, I had poor grades, was a thorn in the teacher's side, and was considered a naughty boy by my classmates. Now I finally had a chance to use my skills in front of the teacher.

While they continued to pack up, we walked to our seats. This time, Wang Fang and I were not sitting at the same table. She sat in front of me.

Maybe Teacher Huang thought we were always gossiping in class and separated us on purpose.

When we went to the canteen to get food in the evening, Wang Fang and I were walking and laughing. We didn't pay attention to what was ahead and we bumped into someone head-on.

When I looked up, I was suddenly at a loss as to what to do. I could have bumped into anyone else but Zhang Chen, who had just come out of the cafeteria after getting his meal.

I didn't know what to do, and I couldn't even say sorry. As the man in black appeared in my dreams more and more often, I began to look forward to his appearance.

Coupled with the Black Dragon Stone incident, I have an inexplicable feeling towards him.

And this Zhang Chen has a face that looks very similar to the man in black, and I couldn't help but have many fantasies.

Could it be that it is just like what is said in the novels, that the person who often appears in your dreams is actually always by your side, and after several years, he regains consciousness and turns out to be your prince charming.

Before I traveled to this era, I was also an audiobook enthusiast, often listening to time-travel, fantasy, or supernatural novels. This is how the authors usually set up the characters in their novels.

"Let's go, Liu Feng!"

Wang Fang pulled me away, mumbling, "You bumped into someone and didn't even bother to apologize."

My face flushed all of a sudden: "Wang Fang, I think I bumped into him."

I turned around and saw Zhang Chen looking back at me. Our eyes met. He put the small spoon he was using for eating to his mouth with a mouthful of rice in it, and his eyes seemed unfriendly.

I quickly looked away and walked forward quickly.

"What's wrong with you? Do you have a fever?"

Wang Fang asked when she saw that I blushed.

"No, no, it's just a little hot."

I tried my best to hide the throbbing in my heart, wondering whether the man in black in the dream had some kind of relationship with this Zhang Chen.

The next day, classes officially started. The third and fourth classes were English classes. This year the English teacher was changed. He was said to be a recent junior college graduate, only 20 years old. We had never seen him before.

The bell rang, and all the students looked at the door, wanting to see what kind of person the new English teacher was.

After a while, we heard the sound of high heels tapping, and a pretty girl came in.

The reason why she is called a little girl is because she is really cute, with a round face and fair skin.

She has a very cool short hairstyle, which is unique to the early 90s. The front of her hair is fixed with hairspray, like a small eaves that cannot be blown away by the wind.

She is quite short. Even though she is wearing 7 cm high heels, she is about the same height as most girls in our class. If she takes off her high heels, she is only about meters tall, and definitely not over meters tall.

"Hello everyone, my name is Yang Chunping, and I am your English teacher. I am very happy to see you all here. This is my first time to serve as a teacher, and I am looking forward to spending the next year with you all."

“In class, I will do my best to provide you with an interesting and challenging learning experience, and not make learning English boring.”

“I believe everyone has their own unique learning style and needs, so if you have any questions or need extra help, feel free to come to me.”

“In addition to teaching English knowledge, I also hope to be a role model and friend to everyone.”

"I will do my best to be fair, just, honest and respectful, and I also hope that everyone can respect and understand each other."

“In our future studies, we will grow together. I believe that as long as we work together, we will be able to achieve excellent results.”

"thank you all!"

"Next, everyone introduce yourselves one by one, so that I can get to know you better."

After listening to her words, we were impressed by her talent. She should be a role model for me.

So everyone introduced themselves in turn, and most of the class was over after the introductions, and then she started the class.

Because of her image, we were initially skeptical about her teaching ability.

After two classes, I found out that her small body contains such great energy. Her English lessons are lively and interesting, and not boring at all.