Chapter 1042 - What’s in the Bag? (1/2)

After he met Yu Jian, all the puzzles behind this door would be solved. But more importantly, Yu Jian once actively interacted with the ghost fetus before; they had shared the same body for a long time, and he understood the ghost fetus better than anyone else.

The moment he stepped into the school, Chen Ge used his Yin Yang Vision. He memorized the faces of all the students, not letting one slip from his eyes. The bell rang for class, and Chen Ge filed into class rather unwillingly.

“I heard you didn’t return home yesterday. What happened? Ran away from home?” Du Ming passed him a note. Chen Ge looked at it and crumpled it up. Even now, he had not understood the habit of passing note with dudes. The kid waved his fist at Chen Ge, but the latter ignored him and lowered his head to focus on the timetable taped on the desk. “English class is the third class, so I will have to stay in class for the first two periods, huh? That is such a waste of time.”

Chen Ge formulated a plan for himself. He tossed it over to iron out the details and loopholes. After he made sure he was ready, he glanced at the clock on the wall. “How come only ten minutes has passed?”

The world behind the door was made from his memories. Chen Ge suspected that this happened because he often spaced out in class and kept wishing for the school to end, so it created this impression of a long school day. That feeling that turned into reality behind the door.

“Does this mean that time will move faster once school is over?”

Carrying his backpack, Chen Ge wondered if the teacher would be angry if he just walked out like that. “There’s no reason to get in trouble with the school. Next time, I should just find an excuse to take leave from school.”

It was math class, but Chen Ge’s table was filled with English homework. He was prepared for the third period already.

“Hey.” Du Ming passed him another note. “What kind of club do you plan to join? Both of us are loners, so why not we join the same club? With a club activity, I’m sure we won’t be completely isolated.”

“Club?”

“Yesterday, after school, I saw some seniors giving out flyers. Some of the clubs even came to individual classes to get more members.” Chen Ge attended a private high school, so the system was rather different from public schools.

“You can go to the classes if you’re promoting a club?” The fatty did not realize he had triggered an idea in Chen Ge’s mind. “I can use that as a cover to openly check every class then.”

“How about chess club? There’s no physical exercise, and you can sit there and space out—isn’t it perfect?” Du Ming was not on the same wavelength as Chen Ge, but somehow, they managed to keep the conversation going. Finally, the period was over. Chen Ge grabbed the backpack and rushed out from the classroom. “I mustn’t waste the time during break. For someone who doesn’t have many friends, Yu Jian wouldn’t go anywhere and most likely stayed in class.”

He ran through the first and second floor, but when he prepared to get up to the third floor, the bell rang. Chen Ge did not care for it and continued to look for Yu Jian. There were no students in the corridors. Chen Ge was like a teacher, carrying his bag, using his Yin Yang Vision, ‘floating’ through each classroom.

“Stop right there! Which class are you from?” When Chen Ge reached the fourth floor, he was stopped by a middle-aged man. The man appeared to be the discipline teacher. He was the one who had introduced Zhang Ya to the class.

“I am going to the toilet.”

“Why are you carrying your bag to the toilet? You’re thinking about skipping class again, aren’t you?” The middle-aged man had a stern face. “Wait, what is inside your bag? Why is there a sharp corner? Open it now and let me check!”

Chen Ge did not mind being caught being late, but he did not know how to explain the things in his backpack. The high heels were one thing. Even though they were bloodied, they looked expensive and sexy. Chen Ge could say that they were a gift; that should be a reasonable excuse. But how could he explain the hammer? A hobby? A way to defend himself? No matter how he looked at it, the explanation was lacking.