Chapter 783 Shh, I’m Behind You (5)

"Chen Jiahui, that's enough!" Du Yao couldn't help shouting at him any longer, causing several students not far away to look surprised. She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down, "It can't be Zuo Yu, either. It can't be a ghost, it's just an accident, okay, I don't want to continue discussing this matter with you."

When Du Yao re-entered the classroom, Shen Mubai also withdrew his gaze, sat upright, and put his scrutinizing gaze on the other person.

Although the conversation between the two could not be heard, Du Yao's hands trembled inadvertently, and it could be seen that she was not as calm as she appeared on the surface.

Zuo Yu will definitely take action again.

Shen Mubai couldn't deduce his next action at all, but fortunately, at least Du Yao and Chen Jiahui were in this class.

The school bell rang soon. From the corner of his eye, he could see that Chen Jiahui was obviously frightened and his entire face was pale.

Shen Mubai himself was very nervous, and he felt creepy when he thought that Zuo Yu might be staring at one of them somewhere nearby.

He couldn't help but swallowed his saliva, "System, please give me a yin and yang... No, let's forget it."

I swallowed it silently in the middle of the sentence. Thinking of those bloody and tragic people in TV dramas with missing arms and legs, it would be better not to see them.

System, "..." is still cowardly and has not changed at all.

Although Shen Tingtang was very scared in his heart, he still pretended to be strong and paid attention to everything around him to prevent sudden accidents.

To be honest, if it weren't for the fact that she would die if she gave up the mission, she would have directly begged the male protagonist for mercy.

_(:з」∠)_Yes, integrity is nothing in the face of supernatural beings.

Since talking to Chen Jiahui, Du Yao has been in a state of restlessness, and she was also in a trance in class.

She picked up the small mirror under the table and saw herself looking pale in the mirror. She couldn't help but touch up her makeup secretly. She breathed a sigh of relief when she saw that her face looked much better.

A gust of cool wind blew around her, and Du Yao shrank, raised her head a little sensitively, and then lowered her head in relief when she saw the open window over there.

Just as he was about to put the mirror back on the table, the face that appeared in the mirror flashed by. The pair of dark, lifeless eyes stared at him, and the blood on his forehead dripped down his eyelids.

Du Yao trembled with fright, screamed "Ah", and the small mirror in her hand fell to the ground with a clang.

She stood up with a fearful expression, looked at the classmates around her who looked at them strangely, her lips trembled, and she couldn't say a word for a long time.

"Du Yao, what are you doing?" The teacher on the stage came over and asked.

He frowned slightly, swallowing back the indecent words in his throat because the other party had excellent grades.

Du Yao looked pale, "Teacher, I'm sorry, I just feel a little uncomfortable."

"If you feel unwell, go back and rest for a while." Seeing that her face was really not pretty, the teacher's tone softened involuntarily.

Du Yao shook her head, "No, teacher, I'll just sit down for a while."

But she couldn't listen to the next class.

That face lingered in front of her eyes. Du Yao comforted herself that it was because of Chen Jiahui that she had such an illusion.

Perhaps because of the effect of psychological suggestion, even Chen Jiahui's surprised inquiry after class was only vague.