I didn’t see reporter Yuan in Gongnong Village Six, but I didn’t expect to see him here.

Reporter Yuan nodded to us and we said hello.

Director Ma gave him a few steps, and reporter Yuan said goodbye and left.

Director Ma turned to look at us and said casually: "Have you returned from the Sixth Village of Workers and Nonghua?"

"Yes." I was a little embarrassed.

Director Ma didn't know that I saw his notebook from his school days. So now, I feel embarrassed by it alone.

If you see the photos, it's okay. It's okay to just see the class notes. But when you see the graffiti and complaints, you feel that it's completely inconsistent with Director Ma.

Perhaps my eyes look at Director Ma now are a little weird, so Director Ma glanced at me more.

"It's almost time to get off work. You guys go and do it." Director Ma looked away and looked at the girl. "Linlin, I'll give you the key. I'll go back later." Director Ma said, taking out the key from his pocket.

Now that I see the key, I feel uncomfortable all over. It may be the sequelae of the first time I read the file.

However, Director Ma’s key is very simple, just a key ring, without fragmented small pendants.

The girl took the key, was a little silent, and said goodbye in a depressing manner, but didn't look up at Director Ma. Instead, she greeted us politely before leaving.

Five of us went back to the office.

Chen Xiaoqiu suddenly said, "That girl looks a little strange."

"Pupils, rebellious period?" asked the thin man.

"No, not that aspect. It's...the supernatural aspect." Chen Xiaoqiu pondered.

"Huh?" The thin man's voice rose.

"Can you do? I didn't see anything." The fat man said, looking at me.

I don’t think there is anything. I can’t say it’s nothing at all, but it’s not what Chen Xiaoqiu said, the supernatural issue, but the relationship between Director Ma.

This made me unable to make a good judgment.

Chen Xiaoqiu couldn't tell me why.

That's all for this topic.

In the car home from get off work, I was surprised to see the girl. She was walking on the sidewalk with a somewhat anxious and worried expression.

The car quickly surpassed the girl, and I couldn't see her after a turn.

What Chen Xiaoqiu said made me a little concerned.

Her identity is different from ours. Her soul may be a ghost messenger in the underworld, so she can see things related to the underworld.

If this is the case, she thinks something is wrong with that girl. Does that mean that the girl has a subtle relationship with the underworld? She is also a ghost mess?

I couldn't think of a clue, so I told Wu Ling about this.

"There are many possibilities in this situation. It may be the kind you guessed, or there may be other reasons. Our understanding of the underworld is still very limited. The underworld has undergone major changes over the years. Miss Chen can't say clearly, and it is difficult for others to come up with an answer."

Wu Ling said this, and I had to let this matter go for the time being.

"Lynch, help your sister see this." Mom shouted outside.

When I left the room, I saw her and her sister packing things.

My sister is going to Minqing University this weekend.

In the blink of an eye, she was about to become a college student and moved to school to live.

Thinking about it this way, I feel like I am old and I feel lonely.

My sister doesn’t have the excitement of a freshman. Maybe this summer vacation has given her too much impact. I feel a little regretful and guilty about this.

"You don't have to bring so many things. You can buy them when you get to school. It's too tiring to carry them over." I said.

"Some things you need to use must be brought well. How can it be too late to buy them?" Mom said dissatisfied.

I had no choice but to help them clean up and give my sister some advice from those who have experienced it.

However, there is still a big difference between boys and girls. At least I don’t have to bring so many bottles and jars to school. I looked at the big bag of facial cleanser, toner and essence, and felt scary.

"You have brought it all, what should I do when I come back on the weekend?" I asked.

"You buy another set and put it at home. The express delivery will be sent to you, and I will collect it for you at that time." Mom is very open-minded about this, "You will also take the mask to the school. When is your military training? Have you brought sunscreen?"

"Military training is going to be next summer vacation," said the sister.

She packed her clothes there, some stayed at home, and some wanted to take them to school. At this time, she had a choice disorder.

"Take two sets of clothes over and buy them when the time comes. You have been in school for a long time, so you will keep them there if you buy them." Mom said, and went to find a towel again.

I couldn't help here either. I turned around and looked at my mother who ran out. When I turned around, I saw my sister standing still.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"I'm just a little scared." The sister spoke.

I was a little surprised and couldn't help but reach out to rub my sister's hair, "There's nothing to be afraid of. I'm not going to do anything when I go to college. You're still in Minqing and can come back on the weekend."

"But...what if the roommate is not easy to get along with? What if there is such a top-notch roommate? What if I am regarded as a top-notch..." My sister began to murmur.

I wanted to laugh a little, but I was a little worried by her.

The topic of the best roommate has been popular on the Internet. There are also special public accounts that publish new content every day, and the comments below are eye-opening.

Before, I would probably say some nonsense that was not painful, but now my thoughts have changed.

"Everything else is easy to say. When you get to college, don't play such messy games." I said seriously.

No matter how pen immortal or soul-summoning you can play it, you can't play it.

After all, there is no foreign atmosphere in high schools in China, and the atmosphere of preparing for the exam is still very strong. Moreover, my sister has limited time to spend with her classmates when she is on a day trip. She has to chat, play, movies, TV, games, comics, and everything is good. She will never play Penxian and soul-summoning like the plots of those things. Even if there is a kind of mental illness among students, she will probably be suppressed by her studies and parents and cannot make a fuss. But when she goes to college, who knows what kind of people she will meet and what will happen?

I'm very worried about this.

After just reading Aoba's archives, my worry became even stronger.

My sister glared at me, "What are you thinking? You are my biological brother, just look at me like that!"

I was stunned when I met my sister's expression and couldn't help but smile, "What are you thinking!" I squeezed my sister's red face hard, "I mean, don't play around with the game of pen fairy and soul-summoning. Also, when buying things, others will give you something, just watch it."

My sister screamed, opened my hand, rubbed her face, and her originally flushed face slowly faded away from her blood.

"Brother, she, they..." The sister didn't say her name and her voice lowered.

"Die people should be reincarnated. They must be reincarnated." I patted my sister's head gently, "Don't think about it."
Chapter completed!