A mysterious realm descends, and I defy fate in comics.

Chapter 72 Fluorescent Green

It would be quite simple for Jiang Xingni and Xiao Jiming to go back to school for a visit.

But Song Juexiao and his friends were different. These few people, who had never attended the Fourth Middle School, suddenly had the idea to go to study at that school.

—Something just doesn't sound right.

Moreover, they came out behind Lin Hongguang's back this time. If Lin Hongguang knew, the resources hidden behind the scenes could be of great help.

However, Lin Hongguang was once again unaware of this.

It's easy to imagine that if Lin Hongguang knew about this, he would absolutely not allow a group of students to conduct an investigation on their own.

Xiao Jiming had only received six months of training at most, and Song Juexiao and He Jingtong could barely be considered capable of handling things on their own. However, in the Ghost Realm, no one dared to say that they could protect anyone else safely.

Add to that Jiang Xingni, who has received absolutely no relevant training, and Su Yanzhi, whose intentions are unclear—whether genuine or not—to kill Jiang Xingni.

Let alone Lin Hongguang knowing how this team composition would react, Jiang Xingni's vision went black at first.

She could already imagine how Lin Hongguang would react if he found out about this.

"So how are we going to sneak in?"

Jiang Xingni asked Xiao Jiming this question.

Xiao Jiming said in a deep voice, "Our team has more than just Pei Zhaoye who is rich and powerful."

His gaze fell on He Jingtong, who was sitting on the sofa.

The young man forced himself not to roll his eyes at Xiao Jiming, and then glanced at Jiang Xing.

"It'll only take a few days, I can handle it," He Jingtong said casually.

Jiang Xingni believed He Jingtong's words with some skepticism.

However, she didn't have any doubts about the main characters eventually infiltrating the school; it was just that the process would take up a few comic panels.

—Even after Jiang Xingni returned to her school with the main characters, she still couldn't get the information out of He Jingtong about the excuse he used to allow this large group of people to enter the school and stay there for a considerable period of time.

It's still not much different from when I left.

It's not surprising, Jiang Xing thought to himself, after all, he hadn't been away for very long.

Compared to Xiao Jiming, it was more like she took a long leave of absence rather than a complete suspension of classes.

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It hadn't been long since the start of the school year, and the north wind still carried a biting chill.

The snow along the roadside had not yet been cleared away, leaving behind clumps of white piled together.

It was still a familiar scene, not much different from when Jiang Xingni left the school.

Song Juexiao is quite a rare find.

She looked the high school up and down, then quickly began writing in her notebook.

"It looks much simpler than Taixu Academy," Song Juexiao wrote.

Although the handwriting was inevitably a bit messy because he wrote so fast, Jiang Xingni was able to completely decipher what Song Juexiao was writing, thanks to his ability to recognize the handwriting of his high school teachers.

Jiang Xingni:

I'm truly sorry that it's less rudimentary than your Taixu Academy.

However, Jiang Xingni also admitted to this.

"It was much simpler before," she said. "This is what it looks like now after the renovation last year."

It can't be described as shabby; it's just like an ordinary public key high school. It can't compare to the luxury of private high schools, but it certainly can't be called shabby.

The word "simple" probably only seems appropriate when compared to Taixu Academy.

Jiang Xingni hasn't even visited the college she'll be attending in the future; to be precise, she simply hasn't had the time.

Having only solved the problem of the wordless book a few days ago, Jiang Xingni felt as if she hadn't even had a chance to rest before seamlessly transitioning into the bizarre events of her high school years.

Song Juexiao continued writing his complaint on the paper: "Why can't we bring our phones to school?"

"Writing with pen and paper is so inconvenient! Even in the Ghost Realm, the rules aren't this strict!"

"High schools outside the curtain have already started classes. They must be having a tough time."

Jiang Xing glanced at the writing on the paper, then couldn't help but ruffle Song Juexiao's hair with his fingertips.

Although Song Juexiao was half a head taller than Jiang Xingni, Jiang Xingni felt a surge of affection for her as she read the words she wrote on the paper.

Then Jiang Xingni was glared at by Song Juexiao.

"That's true," Jiang Xingni replied. "But you haven't had any experience with it at all? During field missions?"

Song Juexiao naturally shook his head.

—It cannot be said that they knew nothing at all.

Song Juexiao was certainly familiar with the common sense behind the scenes, but the common sense he knew was different from the common sense he had personally experienced.

Just like people who live in the north year-round, even though they know the temperature is different between the north and the south, they are still amazed by the green trees in the dead of winter.

Song Juexiao is currently in such a state.

She had learned about the world outside the veil from others, but when everything was truly presented to her, Song Juexiao still felt somewhat uncomfortable.

Or rather, with a hint of amazement.

Jiang Xingni turned back to look at the other three people.

Su Yanzhi strolled at the very back, occasionally touching the wall beside him and glancing at Jiang Xingni with a smile in his eyes.

Then Song Juexiao alertly stepped between the two of them.

For a fleeting moment, Jiang Xingni wondered if she was a little chick being protected behind her back.

Throughout the journey, apart from the sound of Song Juexiao's pen and paper clattering and Jiang Xingni's occasional agreement, all the male voices that could be heard were from Su Yanzhi.

"Xiao Jiming, your alma mater doesn't look that great."

"No wonder you're like this now..." He drew out the words meaningfully, and although he didn't say it directly, you could clearly hear the sarcasm in his tone.

Xiao Jiming pondered for a while, wondering whether the words were directed at him or Jiang Xingni.

He didn't show any reaction on his face, still wearing a faint smile, but his gaze lingered on Su Yanzhi for about half a second longer.

"...Isn't it class time now?" Su Yanzhi squinted. He first looked up at the sky—the sun was still hanging in the sky, it was probably nine o'clock in the morning.

Then he looked down at the time on his watch to make sure his judgment was correct.

It's nine o'clock now, not the end of get out of class yet. Logically speaking, no students should be wandering around the playground, let alone wearing fluorescent green school uniforms.

On the vast playground, only Jiang Xingni and her group of five were walking around. Now, there was another girl wearing a fluorescent green school uniform.

"Is there any grade with a school uniform like this?" Xiao Jiming wasn't sure.

Jiang Xingni was better informed than Xiao Jiming; at least she had three or five close friends at school.

"Yes, there is." She looked at the girl walking in her direction.

What incredible luck! To encounter something strange as soon as you enter the school.

"But it's not our school uniform, nor is it yours," Jiang Xingni added. "It's the uniform from a graduating class four years ago."