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Pan Junliang was stunned for a moment, then he stood up to pick up the phone she had thrown on the ground. The screen of the phone was broken and black.

"What kind of novels are you reading? Aren't you just reading romance novels? How can you be scared by this? You are too timid."

Pan Junliang laughed at Song Ran.

They have been in love for three years and married for two years, and their normal relationship has always been like this.

Song Ran got the phone, but he was still a little afraid to open the screen to look at it, as he still felt a little traumatized.

She retorted, "This isn't a romance novel, it's very good!"

Pan Junliang didn't take it seriously at all and waved his hand, "Come on, if you say it's beautiful, then it's beautiful. If there's nothing else, I'll leave and go earn some pocket money for you."

"Hey!" Song Ran grabbed Pan Junliang's arm and said weakly, "Can you accompany me to read the novel? It's too scary. I don't dare to read it alone. Please accompany me."

"You still watch it even though it's scary? Why don't you just not watch it?"

"No, I really want to know what happens next. I won't be able to sleep tonight if I don't finish reading it. You know how much I like this novel!"

Pan Junliang laughed and said, "Oh, it's just a novel. If you're scared, why don't you just read it tomorrow morning?"

Seeing that no one was willing to accompany her, Song Ran immediately used the most effective method of provoking Pan Junliang.

"You don't want to stay and read with me. Are you afraid? Are you afraid that you will scream from the novel and lose face in front of me?"

"Who said that?! Would a real man be afraid of a novel?"

Pan Junliang kicked off his shoes and climbed onto the bed, saying righteously, "Horror? How terrifying can it be? I am the kind of person who walked out of a haunted house with a smile on my face and watches horror movies as a mealtime drama."

Half an hour later, a long-lasting tenor voice came from beside Song Ran.

“Ah ...

Pan Junliang turned pale with fright, and he hugged Song Ran so tightly that she almost couldn't breathe.

Song Ran was almost scared to death, but after being tormented by Pan Junliang, her fear was suppressed a little.

He then looked at Pan Junliang with a mocking expression, "Didn't you say you weren't afraid?"

Pan Junliang swallowed his saliva. He wanted to give in and remain stubborn, but he didn't dare.

His pounding heart hadn't calmed down yet, and his whole body and mind were in a mess.

But despite his fear, he still felt unsatisfied after reading the last chapter.

I even really want to know the sequel.

Pan Junliang said, "Wife, please turn the pages forward. I want to catch up on what I missed earlier. I can't follow some of the plots later."

Song Ran accompanied Pan Junliang to watch the previous plot, but she had already rewatched it tonight, and she felt a little sleepy after watching it again.

Whenever she was drowsy, the people around her would try to wake her up, or push her awake if they couldn't wake her up.

"Wife, wife, please don't sleep. Please don't leave me alone to stay up late. I beg you."

"Wife, wake up."

"Honey, I need to go to the bathroom."

Song Ran: "...Don't force me to slap you."

Pan Junliang was peeing in the bathroom and he didn't even dare to close the door. He would wait a few seconds before shouting.

"Honey, are you still there?"

"……Um."

Song Ran is not so scared now, maybe it is because the previous plot of "Death Train" is quite scary, and it has honed her memory for a long time. After reading the latest updated chapters, she feels that the horror atmosphere is even stronger, the author's writing is better, and the description is immersive, as if she had experienced it personally.

Or maybe it was because there was someone more scared than she was.

Song Ran picked at his fingers and responded from time to time.

She looked at the half-open bathroom door, thought of the way Pan Junliang laughed at her at first, and also thought of how he woke her up several times.

Her evil thoughts kept coming up.

Pan Junliang was washing his hands. Thanks to the novel, he didn't even dare to look at the mirror. He kept his head down the whole time, just wanting to finish it quickly.

"Click."

The bathroom door closed without warning.

Pan Junliang inside was about to fall apart.

He rushed to the bathroom door and banged on it desperately, as if there was something terrible in the bathroom that wanted to kill him.

"Wife—wife, open the door—help, ah ah ah, wife, there is a ghost in there, there is a ghost ah ah ah—shit sh*t—"

Pan Junliang only felt that this bathroom was eerie and his back felt cold, as if something was blowing behind his ears.

Those terrifying thoughts about there being someone behind me, under my feet, and above my head popped up one after another like mushrooms after a rain.

It kept drilling into his mind, presenting all kinds of images.

The horror movie scenes that used to be viewed as jokes now become particularly scary.

Pan Junliang screamed in the end and couldn't speak anymore.

Song Ran didn't expect that this man didn't even know how to turn the doorknob, and she didn't lock the door, so it seemed like she had locked him in.

She opened the door.

Pan Junliang rushed onto the bed at the speed of a 100-meter sprint and hid under the quilt, trembling.

Song Ran really didn't expect that Pan Junliang was even more timid than her. In the social circle she had grown up in, he was considered to be of average courage.

He is also a staunch atheist, so he is indifferent when watching horror movies.

I didn't expect to be so scared by a novel.

Just now someone was shouting "ghost, ghost" in the bathroom. If Song Ran hadn't heard it with her own ears, she would have found it hard to believe it.

Pan Junliang said tremblingly: "Someone is blowing wind behind me. There is a ghost inside. Honey, let's find a Taoist priest."

"…your bathroom window is still open."

When I go to bed at night, the lights in the bedroom are rarely turned off, and even the lights in the living room and kitchen are on, and the whole house is brightly lit.

It’s nothing, Pan Junliang is just afraid.

Before going to sleep, Pan Junliang opened his eyes again and said, "Wife, how are the shoes placed beside our bed? Are they messed up?"

Song Ran got goose bumps all over her body when he asked her, "I beg you not to ask anymore. I get scared every time you ask me. I've already let you kick my shoes out the door, what else do you want?"

"I'm scared. Honey, let's discuss the plot. I think later on..."

Although I am scared, I still love watching it.

"Shut up," Song Ran took a deep breath and said faintly, "How do you know that I am really your wife?"

"..."

Pan Junliang shut up instantly, his body stiffening.

I was sweating profusely.

—

The results of the entrance exam came out, and Li Wenshu ranked even further behind.

Thanks to the incident on the rostrum, her math score, which was supposed to be retained, was reset to zero.

But for Li Wenshu, this is not a big deal.

It's okay as long as she knows where she went wrong. After all, the exam is a process of correcting mistakes. Rankings and scores are false until the college entrance examination, and they are still false when the college entrance examination comes.

"Study and drink some water."

Qin Shiyue and Li Wenshu became more familiar with each other, and their relationship became closer than it was at this time in their previous life.

There are only water dispensers at the two ends of a floor. When demand is high, there is often no water, either on this side or on that side.

Students often have to run both ways to get water, and if they are unlucky, they have to run up and down the stairs to get it.

Li Wenshu took the water and waited for Qin Shiyue.

At this time, two girls came up from downstairs.