"Ugh!"
Although Feng Xue didn't actually throw up his dinner from the previous night but instead used an extremely clever trick to dump the food he had packed from the cafeteria, this ghost brother still let out a chilling scream and then swung his neck, which had turned wavy, like a skipping rope, retreating out of the window.
At this moment, Feng Xue still maintained a sleepy posture, leisurely rubbing his eyes, then groped for a pair of glasses at the head of the bed and put them on his face, looking bewildered:
"Huh? Weird, I thought I threw up? Could it be a dream?"
After speaking, he shook his head and just sat at the bedside, holding a photocopy of his notes, flipping through it, looking like a good student.
Maybe it was the psychological shadow that his earth-shattering act left on the long-necked ghost was too strong, as he waited in the dormitory for a full half hour, and still didn't see the ghost coming back for revenge.
