Rebirth of a Girl in a Boys' School

Saman frowned, slowly raised his head, and didn't speak immediately. However, a tall, burly boy sitting next to Saman couldn't help but speak first: "He Zhiheng, if you can't speak human language, then don't open your mouth!"

"Oh dear! It's the 'charlatan's' 'fool' who's getting all excited first..." The other party didn't hold back and continued to tease recklessly.

Lin Ruofei quickly recognized the person who dared to embarrass Saman in front of everyone...

He was the son of the so-called "boss" whom I had met on the basketball court—He Zhiheng.

"I have to say, you're really lucky, kid..." He Zhiheng swaggered over to the table in front of the sardines, grabbed a skinny boy sitting opposite him, and shoved him aside. He then plopped down in his chair, his expression disdainful as he continued:

"I heard that your dad, that 'old charlatan,' predicted you'd face a calamity a couple of days ago, and actually got you excused from school so you could stay home and avoid it. Being a little 'charlatan' is so great! You can skip school whenever you want without worrying about the school contacting your parents, because... the 'old charlatan' helped you get excused! Haha..."

The henchmen surrounding He Zhiheng immediately burst into loud laughter, and their arrogant laughter immediately attracted even more attention.

Sa Man's brow furrowed even deeper...

“You…” The tall boy who had previously stood up for Saman couldn’t hold back any longer and was about to get up to argue with He Zhiheng when Saman, who was sitting next to him, gently pulled him back.

Sama ignored the loud laughter of the crowd, staring intently at He Zhiheng sitting opposite him without uttering a word. His previously furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and as they fully unfurled, a faint smile appeared on Sama's face…

Lin Ruofei stared intently at Saman, feeling that Saman's smile at this moment was really unsettling. It wasn't because Saman's ambiguous smile lacked sincerity, but because after this smile, Saman's face, which had just turned even paler from anger, suddenly looked...very strange!

"You..." He Zhiheng was clearly startled by Sa Man's eerie smile, and said haltingly, "You...you...I'm warning you...don't talk nonsense!"

Saman maintained his eerie smile, staring intently at He Zhiheng sitting opposite him, and slowly said, "You..."

He Zhiheng appeared increasingly uncomfortable under Sa Man's gaze.

“Recently…” Shaman continued softly, “But…”

"I warned you... don't talk nonsense!" He Zhiheng continued to warn him, looking rather nervous, "Otherwise, I won't let you off the hook!"

"Watch out!" After uttering the last three words crisply, Saman immediately dropped his frightening smile and returned to his previous expressionless face.

The supporters surrounding Saman, seeing that He Zhiheng was so nervous because of Saman's short sentence, immediately laughed loudly with smug satisfaction.

Haha... Look how scared he is!

"Exactly, I'm terrified too!"

"You..." He Zhiheng was also extremely ashamed of his earlier loss of composure, and then shouted loudly, "Don't be so smug, kid. If you're really capable, go to the music building and carry the piano out tomorrow!"

"Lift a piano? Is that even a problem?" Lin Ruofei nudged Zheng Dayu sitting next to her with her elbow and asked in confusion, "With so many followers around him, is lifting a piano a problem?"

"You wouldn't believe it!" Zheng Dayu said mysteriously in a low voice, "Getting a bunch of young men to carry a piano is certainly an easy task, but getting a piano into the music building is not an easy task at all!"

"Can you please stop with the tongue twisters?" Lin Ruofei pointed to the little bit of white rice left in her bowl and said, "Could you please explain the piano-lifting thing before I finish all the rice in my bowl?"

"No problem!" Zheng Dayu patted his chest and said confidently, "With my quick wit, it's a piece of cake!"

"Then hurry up and tell me!" Lin Ruofei urged, then lowered her head and shoveled a large mouthful of rice into her mouth.

Seeing that there was only a small amount of rice left in Lin Ruofei's bowl, Zheng Dayu hurriedly explained the reason:

"The piano that He Zhiheng just mentioned was a gift from a Japanese high school in the early days of our Yucai School..."

"We don't need what the Japanese send us!" Lin Ruofei picked up a piece of pork rib and put it in her mouth, chewing it quickly with rice. "The Japanese are no good at all! The Diaoyu Islands originally belonged to China!!"

The thought of Japan and China shamelessly vying for the Diaoyu Islands more than a decade later filled Lin Ruofei with rage. She roared in a low voice, her face contorted with anger, "We swear to defend the Diaoyu Islands to the death! Boycott Japanese goods, starting with me!"

After shouting the slogan, Lin Ruofei had already spat out a table full of rice grains, a truly disgusting sight...

"Music knows no borders..." Just as Zheng Dayu was about to continue his eloquent discourse on the "borderless" theory, he suddenly saw Lin Ruofei shovel the remaining small handful of rice into her mouth, so he quickly changed the subject:

"It is said that the Japanese high school that donated this piano is a friendly school with our school. As a country that values ​​etiquette, we should take good care of the gift from our friend. But the problem lies in the music building where the piano is placed!"

"What's wrong with this music building?" Ding Yilin, sitting opposite, asked curiously in a low voice.

Zheng Dayu patiently explained, "This music building is right behind the newly built swimming pool. It's actually an old two-story building filled with various musical instruments. A long time ago, when music was still a subject on the curriculum, all music classes and music-related club activities were held in this music building. The school originally planned to demolish this abandoned music building three years ago. Before the demolition, the construction team was preparing to move out the piano donated by the Japanese high school, as requested by the school, but..."

"I've finished eating, and I have a match this afternoon..." Lin Ruofei stood up, took out a handkerchief from her pocket to wipe her mouth, and said, "I need to go back to my dorm to rest for a while!"

"Aren't you going to let Zheng Dayu finish speaking?" Ding Yilin asked Lin Ruofei in a low voice.

Lin Ruofei waved her hand, preparing to turn and leave.

Ignoring Lin Ruofei's departure midway through the conversation, Zheng Dayu continued with great enthusiasm, "But... this music building is actually haunted! It's caused several demolition attempts to fail!"

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this, Lin Ruofei involuntarily pulled back the leg she had already stepped out, and then unconsciously sat back down in the chair.

Seeing Lin Ruofei's actions, Zheng Dayu smiled slightly and continued his smug story: "It's said that during the demolition, the first construction team sent six people to the second-floor piano room to carry a piano. Just as the six workers had folded down the window and were about to lower the piano out with ropes, two workers suddenly and inexplicably fell out of the window together. One broke his arm, and the other broke his leg..."

“Maybe it was an accident when the staff were carrying the piano…” Lin Ruofei interrupted Zheng Dayu: “How can you say the music building is haunted?”

"The strangest things are yet to come!" Zheng Dayu said mysteriously, "After the first demolition team left, the school brought in a second one. This team had 10 workers ready to carry pianos into the music building. But supposedly, before they even got to the second floor, they heard a woman crying from the piano room. It was a heart-wrenching cry... Even though it was broad daylight, it still terrified them. One of the workers even had an epileptic seizure on the spot and collapsed to the ground, convulsing..."

"Could it be that a 'female ghost' lives in the music building?" Ding Yilin, sitting opposite, muttered in a frightened voice.

"Really?" Lin Ruofei asked with a face full of doubt.

"How could the information I, Zheng Dayu, have been given be false?" Zheng Dayu continued confidently, "When the third demolition team moved in, the school decided to abandon the piano and just demolish the music building. And then..."

"How did it go?" Ding Yilin asked in a tense whisper.

"As a result, before the bulldozer driver even got close to the music building, he suddenly had a heart attack and passed out. He was immediately taken away by an ambulance..." Zheng Dayu said with a serious expression.

"Ah... there are such eerie places in the school!" Ding Yilin couldn't help but exclaim in a low voice.

"Don't listen to his nonsense!" Lin Ruofei gently comforted Ding Yilin, who was starting to get scared, and said, "The events he talked about were all coincidences. There are no 'ghosts' in this world!"

"After these incidents, the school no longer cares whether there is a 'ghost' in the music building or whether it is a 'female ghost'. In any case, the school leaders have completely given up on the music building."

"These are just rumors spread among students in private!" Lin Ruofei said firmly, her face full of disbelief. "We are good young people in the new society, and we must not believe these feudal superstitious rumors!"

"Hmph..." Zheng Dayu sneered twice and said, "Whether you, this hot-blooded young man, believe it or not, there isn't a single person in the entire Yucai Boys' High School, young or old, fat or thin, who doesn't believe that the music building is haunted, and that you absolutely cannot just wander in! Otherwise, look at that famous 'divine fortune teller' Saman, he didn't dare to rashly agree to go into the music building to carry a piano!"

Lin Ruofei turned her head and saw that Saman, who was sitting there, was still frowning and keeping his lips tightly closed, not uttering a sound.

"Haha... So you're scared now, aren't you?" Seeing that Sa Man didn't answer, He Zhiheng burst into smug laughter. "If you don't have the skills, don't pretend. What's so great about a worthless 'little charlatan' like you? I think you should pack your bags and go back to your hometown to freeload with your father, that 'old charlatan,' and your grandfather, that 'very old charlatan'! Haha..."

A crisp "snap" interrupted He Zhiheng's unrestrained laughter.

That was the sound of Saman slamming his hand on the table.

"Oh... what's wrong? 'Little charlatan''''s unhappy?" He Zhiheng retorted sarcastically, still fearless. "So what if you're unhappy?"

“I’m warning you: you can insult me ​​however you want…” Sam suddenly stood up, pointed at He Zhiheng and roared in a low voice, “But I won’t allow you to insult my grandfather and my father!”

"Oh... so you don't like listening!" He Zhiheng laughed even harder when he saw that Sa Man's face had turned even paler from his few words. He continued, "You think you're so great? If you're so capable, go and carry a piano from the music building! Actually, you're just like your so-called 'spiritual master' father and grandfather. All you do is talk nonsense and swindle money from people. You don't have any real skills at all..."

"Shut up!" Saman shouted sternly.

"I told you, I told you!" He Zhiheng said with a roguish look, constantly provoking, "What can you do to me? What else do you dare to do to me?"

“Fine! I’ll go to the music building and bring the piano out tomorrow…” Sam slammed his hand on the table again and said loudly, “If I bring the piano out, you’ll have to bow and apologize to me in front of everyone!”

"Alright!" He Zhiheng nodded in agreement, saying, "If you successfully carry the piano out of the music building tomorrow, I will apologize to you in front of all the brothers and promise never to scold you again. But if you back down at the last minute, then... I will curse your ancestors eight generations every time I see you!"

“It’s a deal!” Sam said firmly. “I’ll go to the music building to carry the piano at exactly 12 noon tomorrow!”

After saying this, Shaman turned around and strode away from the cafeteria.

Saman's followers hurriedly packed up their food and followed him out...

"Little Tiger!" He Zhiheng called out loudly to the short, chubby boy standing not far away, grinning foolishly with his tiger teeth showing. "Go ask the 'Gambling King' if he'll open a betting pool for the 'Little Charlatan' to carry the piano into the music building tomorrow. If he does, I'll bet 1000 yuan that the 'Little Charlatan' won't be able to carry the piano!"

"Okay, I got it!" The short, chubby boy chuckled and ran out.

"Brothers, hurry up and go eat!" He Zhiheng shouted to his followers.

The boys immediately dispersed to line up for food.

"Tch, how boring!" Lin Ruofei flicked her bangs, "I'm going back to my dorm to rest, I have to work hard this afternoon!"

After saying this, Lin Ruofei waved to Ding Yilin, turned around, and disappeared into the crowd...