Horror Classroom Section 7

Ever since I entered the Abandoned School, my grades have been dropping, but I don't care anymore.

Wu Yong looked at me and said, "Liang Fan, what's gotten into you lately? You've been so down. Is it just about a girlfriend?"

I shook my head, my gaze drifting to Song Shuangqing in the distance. She looked haggard after all these days, clearly not doing well.

But I couldn't spare her any attention, and my feelings for her were no longer what they used to be.

Just then, Song Shuangqing walked over. She lowered her head and whispered, "Liang Fan, there's something I want to say to you."

"Alright," I glanced at her and walked out.

In a corner of the school, Song Shuangqing stopped and turned to look at me, her eyes complex as she asked, "I know I wronged you. I want to get back together. As long as you can forgive me..."

"That's impossible," I refused outright and turned to leave.

Song Shuangqing's face fell, but she didn't stop me. She just watched me leave silently.

Back in the classroom, I buried my head on my desk, feeling immense pain inside.

If it weren't for that scumbag Li Yuming, I'd still be dating Song Shuangqing. But now, everything is gone.

Even now, the school uniform girl hasn't let me off the hook.

All day long, I've been gathering information, searching for clues about the school uniform girl.

But everyone avoided my questions. In an entire day, not a single person was willing to tell me anything.

This made me realize even more that something incredibly terrifying must have happened back then, otherwise, it wouldn't have become like this.

Helpless, I went to find Old Chen Tou again. After plying him with some good wine, he slurred, "Why are you asking about that girl? Aren't you just asking for trouble?"

"No matter what, I want to know what happened back then," I asked him earnestly.

Old Chen Tou shook his head and looked at me, saying, "Don't ask anymore. Asking too much isn't safe for you."

"Why?" I couldn't help but ask.

"This is a taboo of the school. No one is allowed to mention it." Old Chen Tou looked at me, and my head suddenly buzzed. Because at that moment, his eyes were so clear, without a trace of drunkenness.

Only then did I realize Old Chen Tou wasn't drunk at all from the beginning. He had deliberately said those words!

"What happened back then? Why was the school abandoned? Tell me quickly," I shouted at him.

Old Chen Tou shook his head and said calmly, "Even if I told you, what good would it do? There's nothing to worry about now."

I didn't understand his meaning but could only leave dejectedly.

In the following days, everything was calm. Besides going to school, I searched for clues about the school uniform girl.

But I couldn't find any leads, which made me anxious. Just then, while idly browsing the school forum, I made a significant discovery.

I found a post from five years ago. At the time, the post had no replies.

The content was simple, just a few sentences: "Too terrifying. I've never encountered anything like this in my life. A perfectly fine person suddenly committed suicide. It was truly horrifying."

The post was from five years ago, which startled me. So, the school uniform girl committed suicide five years ago.

No wonder I couldn't find any clues. The students from five years ago had already graduated, and the remaining teachers were ordered by the school to keep silent. That's how this matter was completely buried.

I hurriedly asked him about the events of five years ago, but he stammered and refused to talk. As I pressed him urgently, he suddenly said, "Give me five thousand yuan, and I'll tell you."

I readily agreed and we arranged to meet somewhere.

When I arrived at the meeting spot, I saw Blondie, smoking a cigarette, walking over.

He glanced at me and asked, "Are you the one from the forum?"

"Yes, that's me," I nodded.

"Come with me," Blondie led me through a series of winding alleys and into a small one. He then held out his hand and said, "Do you have the money?"

"Of course, I do. But I need to know what happened back then," I said, reaching out and taking out a paper bag.

Blondie snatched it, counted the money, and then handed me a slip of paper, saying, "Someone asked me to give this to you. If there's nothing else, I'm leaving."

He left immediately. I didn't stop him, just opened the paper to read.

There was only one sentence: "The girl who died five years ago was named Han Qianqian. She was threatened and raped, and chose to commit suicide. Her class was Class 3-5. This was a huge scandal, and the school kept it strictly under wraps."

"I was a graduate from five years ago. I witnessed the situation firsthand. But the school wouldn't allow us to speak of it, or they would revoke our diplomas."

Reading this, I breathed a sigh of relief, my face filled with excitement. Although the note didn't contain much information, it gave me the school uniform girl's name.

I returned to the classroom and picked up my phone to contact the netizen again, only to find his account had been deactivated.

This left me feeling helpless, the lead gone cold again.

What happened to Han Qianqian to make her become like that?

Thinking about it, I suddenly made a very bold decision.

Why not just ask the school uniform girl herself?

With that impulsive thought, I headed towards the Abandoned School. It wasn't until I reached the entrance of the Abandoned School that I calmed down.

I couldn't just go in. If I got caught by the school uniform girl inside, it would be a dead end.

So, from outside the gate, I called out Han Qianqian's name.