Chaoyang Middle School is divided into a junior high section and a senior high section.
It was class time, and the sound of reading aloud could be heard from the classrooms.
On the sports field, a few classes were running hard or doing exercises.
Jiang Lin passed directly through the courtyard wall and arrived at the junior high section.
The teacher was giving a lecture on the podium.
The voice was like a spell, making people drowsy.
The old woman's grandson was named Zhu Lele.
He had a round face and was fair-skinned, looking very pleasing to the old woman.
When Jiang Lin found him, the child was sleeping soundly, curled up by the window in the back row.
This saved Jiang Lin some effort.
He took out the mourning stick, which was condensed with dense Yin energy.
Faintly, the howls of evil spirits could be heard.
But upon closer listening, it sounded like the wind.
The mourning stick waved gently above the little fatty's head.
A wisp of Yin energy entered the little fatty's mind, transforming into images.
Although the mourning stick was meant to affect ghosts,
it could also be used as a medium to cast minor spells.
In a moment, the images formed in the little fatty's dream.
Grandma?
In his dream, the little fatty, holding a chicken leg in one hand and a meat bun in the other, rubbed his eyes and looked at the person in front of him in disbelief.
Grandma?
With silver hair and a face full of wrinkles, the familiar smile was there.
Who else could it be but Grandma?
The little fatty really wanted to rush over and hug his grandma.
But his mind was clear enough to know that Grandma had already passed away.
Grandma, did you come to see me?
The little fatty sniffled and walked over anyway.
Was Lele good? The old woman looked at him with loving eyes.
Lele was good, it's just that...
The little fatty was a bit embarrassed. He seemed to have fallen asleep in class.
You silly child~ The old woman's voice was full of doting.
The viewers in the live stream started to worship when they saw Jiang Lin take out the mourning stick.
That mourning stick is too realistic. I had nightmares after watching it last night.
Don't even mention it. I was sweating cold just now.
Teacher: Prosperity, democracy, civility, harmony...
Already reported. Cosplay is one thing, but how can you disturb students' normal classes? Even if you communicated, it's too bad for the atmosphere.
Reported plus one. Schools are sacred places and cannot be polluted by these traffic-seeking individuals.
The people reporting in the live stream had already formed a queue, reporting enthusiastically.
They seemed to foresee the live stream being banned and were very excited.
Just then, the little fatty in his sleep suddenly cried out.
Grandma, don't go!
The little fatty quickly chased after his grandma.
His foot kicked the bench in front of him,
with a bang, he woke up in pain.
In an instant, the entire class looked over.
The teacher who was lecturing was also startled.
Facing everyone's gaze, the little fatty blinked his eyes and used his acting skills honed over a decade.
His expression suddenly turned ferocious, and tears began to flow.
Teacher, I have a stomachache! I need to go to the bathroom!
The teacher was quite understanding. Go ahead.
As soon as he finished speaking, the little fatty, clutching his stomach, ran out of the classroom.
Jiang Lin also followed. He wanted to see if the dream message had been successfully conveyed.
And also to let the viewers in the live stream see the effect of the dream message and promote the culture of the Underworld.
So, the viewers saw the little fatty run directly into a small grove after coming out.
His appearance suggested he wasn't suffering from a stomachache, but rather finding an excuse to sneak out.
After entering the grove, the little fatty looked around to make sure no one was there, then took out the old mobile phone his grandma had left him.
The phone was answered after three rings.
"Hello Mom, don't go to work!"
The little fatty's face was flushed with excitement:
"Grandma said she left us several property deeds! Come pick me up quickly!"
The live stream immediately erupted.
Holy crap, it can be like this?!
Streamer, please send me a dream! I want the same kind of beautiful dream!
Give me a dozen grandmas like that!
Little fatty: Teacher, I'm not going to school anymore. I'm going back to inherit a fortune.
!!! This little fatty is my sister's classmate!
Someone upstairs, hurry up and reserve your brother-in-law!
In the grove, the little fatty's cheeks were flushed with excitement.
Mom, I'm serious, hurry up and take me back to find the property deeds!
There was a pause in the breathing on the other end of the phone, followed by a scolding: "Go to school honestly, what are you dreaming about!"
Then, the tone shifted.
"Alright Zhu Lele, you're sleeping during class time. Wait until I get off work and I'll deal with you!"
As soon as she said this, the little fatty felt as if he had been doused with a bucket of cold water, chilling him to the bone.
He slumped dejectedly.
Could it really be a daydream? But Grandma wouldn't lie to me.
The live stream burst into laughter.
Isn't this just a daydream?
I used the same trick when I was in school. Kid, these are all moves your mom used before.
Hahaha, my sister told me back then that our family had won a hundred million yuan, and I immediately threw my schoolbag at the head teacher.
What happened to the person upstairs later?
Same question.
Don't even mention it. The automatic remote-controlled wheelchair is quite useful.
Sympathy for the person upstairs, hahahaha.
At the same time,
those who had reported received a reply from the Shark Live platform:
"Hello, there was a system error.
We are currently working hard to fix it. We apologize for any inconvenience caused."
Reporters: ???
What's going on? Is the platform covering for the live stream?
Or is there some backer?
Shark Live platform had actually received many reports since last night.
It wasn't that they didn't act. In fact, staff members had tried last night.
But for some reason, no matter how many times they operated, that live stream still existed.
Technical personnel came to check this morning.
They watched with their own eyes as the system prompt read: "Live stream successfully blocked!"
But after refreshing again, [Daily Healing in the Underworld] was still there.
People from the police station also came knocking,
saying they wanted to investigate the information of this live stream.
But they couldn't find any information in their backend.
This live stream seemed to have appeared out of thin air, without anyone knowing.
Now, seeing another batch of reports,
the Shark staff felt powerless and could only report to higher management.
If it was a hacker intrusion, it was beyond their ability to intervene.
Although he was discouraged by his mother, it did not diminish the little fatty's determination to search for treasures.
Kids these days are like this. The more others disbelieve them,
the more they want to prove themselves right.
As soon as the school bell rang, the little fatty sprinted home.
The old men at the entrance of the residential area even laughed at him, asking if he was running so fast because there were chicken legs waiting for him at home.
The little fatty ignored them all.
Upon arriving home, he went straight to the room where his grandma used to live and opened the bedside table.
Indeed, there was a small box!
The little fatty's face lit up. It was just as Grandma had said.
A red box with a small golden lock!
He knew Grandma wouldn't lie to him, but his mom didn't believe it!
He was so excited that he wanted to call his mom immediately.
But remembering the previous call, he put his phone down.