After thinking, Xia Yan looked at the next table.

Now, it's comic time.

He shrank his body and came to the drawer where he picked up the table.

As soon as he entered, he realized something was wrong.

The comic book is placed in the center of the drawer, next to the comic book, with a mobile phone standing upright.

Touching his chin, he pondered for a moment and came to a conclusion.

This is a trap!

Use comic books to lure them, and then take pictures with your phone!

Xia Yan looked at the boy and shook his head.

Didn’t it just that I scared you yesterday that I actually used such despicable means!

And is this hook and salty bait insulting the ghost's IQ?

Do you think this will stump me?

Xia Yan used his mind to push the phone, causing the vertical phone to fall down and the camera to face up. In this way, the phone could only capture the upper wooden boards of the drawer.

He happily flipped the comics.

At the beginning, before turning the page, Xia Yan would look outside the drawer and make sure that the boy did not peek, but as the comic plot gradually improved, he lost the patience to do so.

The boy felt the vibration of the phone falling down, but the teacher looked at it strictly and he couldn't find the opportunity to look at the drawer.

When the teacher wrote the topic on the blackboard, he seized the opportunity and lowered his head.

Xia Yan, who was turning the page, had a look of the boy, and yesterday's situation was staged again.

Xia Yan was silent for a second.

Poke your eyes!

The boy felt a slight pain in his eyes, as if he was blown by the wind.

He closed his eyes in a conditioned manner, and waited for him to open his eyes again. The comic was placed in the center of the drawer. The picture just now seemed to be just his illusion.

He rubbed his eyes, a little confused.

Did I see it wrong?

He picked up his phone and watched the video without giving up, but there was no cartoon in the video. Drag the progress bar and he checked it over and over again.

The boy didn't notice that the teacher on the podium had finished writing the question, and noticed him looking down at him under his crotch.

The students staring at their crotch were either perverted or small moves.

The teacher walked off the podium and walked towards the boys with great strides.

Xia Yan, who was floating on the boy's head, saw the teacher. Out of the friendship of comics, he poked Murakami's neck.

"Ah!" Shimomura Rina screamed, attracting the teacher's attention and reminding the boys.

When the boy saw the teacher, he was shocked and hurriedly took back his cell phone when the teacher was looking at Murata and wiped out the scene of the crime.

Without direct evidence, the teacher could not cause trouble for the boys, so he could only stare at Shimura Rika with a dark face.

"Go to the village, come up to do the questions!" the teacher said angrily.

Shimomura Rina walked up to the podium in grievance. She wanted to take a look at Hoshino Ryuri, but she was afraid that Hoshino Ryuri would continue to take revenge on her, so she could only bear it silently.

After the thrill just now, the boy did not dare to get distracted anymore, and he listened attentively.

Xia Yan continued to rub the comics.

At noon, he obtained two wisps of incense from Hoshino Ryuri again. This time he did not rush to use it, but instead kept it for backup to prevent Mimura from counterattacking.

Two wisps of incense can make one of his fists physically transform for about ten seconds, which is enough for him to solve a team of less than ten people.

By the way, can this mental power be derived from other uses?

I don’t think about flying with swords and other things for the time being. After all, the pen is useless. Maybe I can control a needle?

In Xia Yan's mind, a scene of himself waving his hand and returning to his hometown with thousands of needles appeared.

I don’t know why I feel a little gay, but Dongfang Bubai’s figure always comes out to steal the scene.

However, Lu Xun said that no matter whether it is a needle or a sword, effective ability is good.

When I go back, I say something to Ryuri Hoshino and ask her to get a needle for herself.

There are two classes left before school is over. Xia Yan has read the comics of the boys on the next table, and he floats to the girl on the next table again.

The girl was secretly looking at a fashion magazine, while Xia Yan was looking at it while rubbing the magazine.

When the school bell rang, he got into Hoshino Ryuri's schoolbag and followed the girl towards home.

On the road, he stuck his head out to take a look from time to time. Anyway, as long as his whole body is not exposed to the sun and not exposed to the sun for a long time, depression will not knock him down.

When she arrived at the door of her house, Hoshino Liuri suddenly glanced at the house next to her and came to the next yard.

The yard is surrounded by a circle of low fences, and you can clearly see the inside when standing outside.

Standing inside the fence is a mother and daughter.

Hoshino Ryuri was in a shadow, and Natsuhiko poked her head out with confidence and watched the three of them talking.

If anyone could see him, the scene he saw at this moment would be: a high school student carrying a schoolbag with a human head.

Unfortunately, no one present could see it.

It’s not that Tianho No Ryuri has talked to others these days, but Xia Yan is too lazy to watch because those people are not good-looking.

Now, the reason why Xia Yan came out to watch is that both mother and daughter are very beautiful.

The mother is about thirty years old and her daughter is less than ten years old. The mother is wearing a low ponytail braid, gentle and mature, and her daughter is wearing a bun, which is playful and cute.

I don’t know if it’s my personal temperament or my concerns, Xia Yan felt that his mother was a little depressed.

It may also be because of the sun.

"Sister Liuli!" Seeing Liuli Hoshino, the girl jumped in front of the fence excitedly.

"Good afternoon." Hoshino Ryuri bent down and waved with a smile.

Xia Yan shook his head, the girl was too polite. When she saw such a cute little girl, the normal operation should be to pick it up and pinch the other person's fat face.

Standing up, Yoshino Ryuri looked at the girl's mother again: "Auntie Keiko, thank you so much before."

Before? What did you do with me on your back?

Xia Yan listened carefully.

Shirato Keiko smiled slightly and said to Hoshino Ryuri: "Have you burned it to him?"

"Yes." Hoshino Ryuri nodded heavily.

Burn? For whom?

Xia Yan thought about it and felt that they could only be themselves.

"Although I don't know what happened, he will forgive you as long as he burns the money." Shirato Keiko comforted Hoshino Ryuri.

After looking around, Yoshino Ryuri didn't answer this sentence.

Recognizing the hesitation of Hoshino Ryuri, Shirato Keiko continued: "In the Chinese story, those dead souls will come here specifically to dream and ask for burning paper for him. There is nothing that can't be solved by burning once!"

Huaxia? Xia Yan heard another word that surprised the ghost.

"No need, I have to bear the mistakes I made myself." Hoshino Ryuri shook her head, looking a little depressed.

"So." Shirato Keiko didn't say this anymore. She walked into the house, "Wait, I just made the food."

Three minutes later, Shirato Keiko walked out and she handed Hoshino Ryuri a paper bag.

Xia Yan floated out and glanced, widened his eyes.

This is the pancake fruit!

And it has the authentic version of thin crispy, eggs, ham and sauce!

"Thank you." After taking the paper bag, Yoshino and the mother and daughter said goodbye and returned home.

The girl finished eating the pancakes first.

Xia Yan also wanted to taste it. When he was in school, his favorite was the pancakes at the school gate.

However, as a ghost, he can't even smell it, let alone eat it.

Compared to being greedy, Xia Yan was more curious about Aunt Huizi. He couldn't wait to ask, but the girl still had to do housework, so he could only endure it first.

When the girl finished her work, it was already after dinner.

While Hoshino Liuri was doing her homework, Xia Yan raised the pen with her mind.

Hoshino Liuri immediately spread out a draft for Natsuhiko to write.

Xia Yan can only maintain the control of the water pen for five seconds at a time, and he wrote intermittently:

"What's going on with that Huizi?"

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PS:

Mom, I discovered that there was a character with the same name as Hoshino Ryuri. I just combined Kana Hoshino and Goguji Ryuri!

No wonder the signing editor expressed doubts when he saw this name a few days ago. I must have been regarded as a strange author!
Chapter completed!