My Demon Friends-Chapter 486 - 469 Beigao Te_3

"Tsk..."

Huai Xu was still dissatisfied but swallowed his words, muttering softly, "I was talking to Zhou Li..."

The old monster was still very cute.

They came to the teaching building again. Similarly, few classrooms were open. Most were locked, thick with dust inside. Others were sealed so tightly—it might be an exaggeration to call them airtight, but they were definitely lightproof. These were the ’little black rooms,’ specially designed to intimidate new students and punish the disobedient.

In the classroom at the furthest corner of the second floor, words were still written on the blackboard.

Yes, this school still held classes, but the quality of the teaching was very poor. Most of the teachers were friends and relatives of the principal and had no real teaching qualifications. It was likely that properly qualified teachers simply didn’t want to come here.

"My middle school’s environment was pretty much like this..." Yin Le lightly brushed over a desk. "Creaky wooden desks and chairs."

"Did you get bullied when you were in school?" Zhou Li asked.

"Who dared to bully me?" Yin Le retorted without hesitation. "I’d smash their heads!"

"I see..."

"Actually, there were some," Yin Le retracted his earlier statement, "but I had a bad temper, and I had already started learning spells back then. If I overheard anyone talking about me behind my back, I’d catch them on Friday after school and beat them up. I didn’t know my own strength back then, and I almost dropped out because of it."

"What happened later?"

"The principal knew I was an orphan and was very kind to me; I owe him a lot."

"I see."

At this moment, Yin Le stopped by a seat where a stack of books lay, much like in any ordinary school. He picked up a photo from the desk, showing a girl with distinct features and prominent cheekbones.

"This is her..."

Yin Le handed the photo to Zhou Li, adding, "Before she came here."

Zhou Li took it and looked.

Honestly, the girl wasn’t particularly beautiful, but she had a brilliant smile. The background, a sea of flowers, was probably added in post-production.

Written on the back of the photo were three words—

Be Yourself.

Zhou Li then picked up a book from the desk. Attending classes here was mandatory, even for students in their twenties. Of course, those with higher qualifications might be recruited by the school as teachers. Rong Mingxia wasn’t interested in the classes. Her books were either filled with random scribbles or anime-style drawings.

She was quite talented at drawing, more so than him, and her drawings were quite good.

"Father’s kindness is as high as a mountain, mother’s love as deep as the ocean..."

"Pity the hearts of parents worldwide..."

"The ultimate filial piety is to honor one’s parents..."

Every word was written with great force, as if trying to puncture the paper.

The drawings depicted pleasant scenes: sunny lawns, flags fluttering in the wind, birds flying across the sky, and silhouettes huddled together on the ground—things like that.

Zhou Li furrowed his brow and quickly put down the book, sensing that looking further might affect him too. He turned to Yin Le and said, "Actually, apart from Huai Xu, we can’t find anything. Let’s go back. When I get a chance, I’ll go with you to ask Rong Mingxia about the Demon matter."

"I’ll look a bit longer."

Yin Le didn’t move, still flipping through Rong Mingxia’s book. "You go out and wait for me."

"I’ll wait for you right here."

Zhou Li pulled out a chair and sat down. The friction of the chair against the ground produced a low GROAN, exceptionally clear in the empty teaching building and deserted classroom.

About an hour later, as the sky grew dim, Yin Le, with a somber expression, picked up a book and said to Zhou Li, "Let’s go. To Hui Chunming."

"Is there something in the book?"

"Take a look."

Yin Le handed the book to Zhou Li, opened to a page.

As Zhou Li followed him out, he carefully read by the dim light. This page was also cluttered with words, but they were even more disordered than the earlier proverbs and sayings. Chillingly, these words seemed to be responses to someone’s questions, or as if she had been conversing with someone.

Don’t want

What should I do

Get lost

...

It was like the monologue of someone with schizophrenia.