My House of Horrors

“I know where the art club is, but I can't tell you right now, okay?” Chen Gong paused a little: “Join my society first, get your numbers together, and if you do well, I promise to take you personally to the art society. ”

“Join your society first?” Zhou Zhu looked at the torch next to Chen Song, and to be honest, the kid did look a little scary: “Is this a test? ”

He mumbled secretly in his heart and asked a lot of people. Either those people had never heard of an art society at all, or they had managed to cover up the idea of a conversation. Only Chen Song clearly told him that the art society did exist.

After a moment of reflection, Zhou Tu thought that Chen Song was a little unreliable, but the school teacher could not always cheat. He finally nodded softly: “Okay, I'm in, teacher. What kind of association are you in charge of? ”

“Fill out the application form first.” Chen Gong looked at Zhou's signature before saying: “Our association is called the Society for the Study of Supernatural Phenomena, mainly to visit the school strange talk, as well as some supernatural phenomena. ”

Upon hearing Chen Song's introduction, Zhou Tu was stunned, and he could not believe that there was such an association in his school.

If there is a teacher in charge, the association must be officially recognized.

“There's a lot of people here, so let's find a quiet place to talk.” Chen Gong was about to leave with his two new students, and suddenly there was an argument in the center of the square.

Many students stood by to watch, and Chen Song stopped.

“What happened? ”

“It was like someone wanted to join a street dance club, and they turned it down, and then they started arguing. ”

“Just an association. What's so loud about it? ”

“Looks like someone did it! Fighting! ”

“Teacher Bai, shall we stop it? ”

“Freshmen just got into school, that's ridiculous.” With that in mind, Chen Song did not mean to persuade him to fight. He used his identity as a white teacher and could not be too high-profile in such an open setting.

After a while, both sides of the fight were pulled apart, and the female teacher that Chen Song had just seen in the office ran out.

The teacher seemed to have a lot of work to do herself, so as soon as she came out without asking indiscriminately, she blamed all the fighting students.

When the students dissipated, the temperamental teacher left, and she returned to the office building, as if to continue to do her job.

“Teachers at this school seem to have lost some of their memories, unlike those at East Campus.” Chen Gong didn't want any trouble, but the trouble came to him voluntarily.

The freshman who had just been fighting with the street dance club came over to Chan Song with his arms covered. I don't know if he didn't see the road or for any other reason. He was tripped on the stairs and fell right next to Chan Song.

“Shit! Even the steps are against me. What world? Why are they all bullying me?” His mouth cursed, his eyes swollen and he climbed.

“Are you all right?” Chen Song weighed this student up and down.

They are very clear, not too old, have ear holes in their ears, and have a large scar on their arms, like a washed tattoo that doesn't wash.

The child dressed differently and had no big brand on him. He wore some more trendy clothes himself and looked less like a student.

“Nothing.” The male student glanced at Chen Song, and the teacher in front of him was the first to care about himself.

“When you were in a fight with a street dancer, you did it first, didn't you? ”

“What's the matter? You want to punish me?” The eyes of male students watching Chen Song instantly became extremely unfriendly.

“I mean, there are so many street dancers, you're alone. Why do you have to fight them? Why don't you say something nice? So impulsive, it's still me who loses.” Chen Song's voice is mature and warm, like a big brother.

Seeing Chen Song didn't mean to blame himself. Instead, the words were full of concern and the voices of the male students slowed down. They were no longer so aggressive: “Mainly they were too bully, because they disliked my outfit, the responsible student kept digging and sarcastic me. I endured until finally they said to me that the quota was full, let me go to other associations. ”

“If that's true, it's not your fault.” Chen Gong told the boy to come to the side of the road: “Why did you have to go to the street dance club? Do you like street dancing? ”

“I don't like it either.” The male students held back half the time to tell the truth: “I went to ask a few associations, and they all refused me, probably because of my unique temperament. ”

The boy laughed at himself, and he felt it was a shameful thing to say and leave.

“Wait, I have an association here. Would you like to think about it?” Chen Guo takes out the application form: “I think it's good that you're a child. Those associations don't want you because they don't have eyes. ”

Looking at Chen Singer's application form, the male student hesitated, and he shook his head: “Dignity is earned on its own. I don't need anyone to pity me for what someone else has given me. ”

“Personality, you're a child I'm increasingly appreciating.” Chen Gong stuffed the application form directly to the male students: “Your outfit is different from that of the other students. You must have some experiences they don't have, can you tell the teacher? ”

Chen Song's sincere attitude and gentle tone allowed the male students to get out of the "hard shell”.

“There's nothing to say. I've never met my parents. I've been following Grandma. She put up a raven stall in the alley, and we barely made a living. When I was a kid, I was hanging out with the big kids in the alley, smoking, drinking, stealing bikes, how can I have fun? ”

“After years of mixing up, it rained once, and I went back to Grandma's stall in advance, I saw the city pipe move my grandma's stall to their car, and I fought with them. ”

The male student whispered, his expression was a little complicated: “I hurt someone, I went into juvie, and when I came out, my grandmother held me for a long time and cried. ”

“Actually, there was nothing to say, and then I started going back to school, and then I went to college. ”

The student's experience was rather cumbersome. Chen Gong looked at each other's faces carefully. He looked green, but his eyes were deeply tired and anxious, and he seemed to be afraid and worried about something.

“You're a good kid, it's just too impulsive, but I like your impulse. Come to my club. Credits and all that are minor issues.” Chen Gong again extended an invitation, and the male students did not refuse this time, signing their name on the application form - Zhu Long.

“Another freshman, it seems our community is still very popular.” Chen Gong put away the application form: “Go, let's find a place with few people first, and we'll start our first group event tonight. ”