Love letters are not allowed in the exorcism notebook!-Chapter 121: I Recognize You Even Without the Disguise

"Add a bit of tension to the school? Is that even human talk?"

Although Wang Yunxiao understood why Nurse Liu had done this,

the school indeed lacked such a controllable "teaching tool."

Keeping a ghost at home meant no need to hunt in the wild in the future.

But emotionally, Wang Yunxiao still found it somewhat hard to accept.

Now the fierce ghost was incubating in the Outer Dimension, and according to Nurse Liu, if all went well, the outcome would be clear by the end of this month.

By then, would that child still retain their original memories and personality?

How different are ghosts from humans in this world?

Although he did not know Zhou Qing, no matter what, that child was subjected to undue stress because of him and thus harbored thoughts of suicide.

Wang Yunxiao felt a bit guilty.

However, equally, for the person who made up stories about him in the newspaper, he harbored as much guilt as hatred.

"Who gave you the audacity to frame me?"

Though that report hadn’t caused much of a stir, because it was logically inconsistent and disconnected, most readers had no idea what he was trying to convey. The school also chose to ignore it completely, not responding in any way.

It seemed that the other party had not achieved their intended goal.

But Wang Yunxiao took this grudge to heart.

In order to find out the identity of this contributor, he even developed the habit of reading the newspaper daily.

Although there were many types of newspapers and magazines in Tianmen City, it wasn’t true that just anyone could write and get their articles published.

Newspapers weren’t run for charity; if your submitted article was of no value, the editor wouldn’t easily approve it.

Moreover, different newspapers had different biases. More formal newspapers would train journalists and carefully select famous social figures to commission articles. Editors were very strict about the articles received, and under normal circumstances, they reserved the space only for those they knew well.

The author of that previous article was named Master Huaqing, which was obviously a pen name, additionally created for this crappy article. Wang Yunxiao had flipped through newspapers from the past two months and hadn’t seen that pen name again.

Pen names can change, but it’s hard to alter one’s style of writing.

Since ancient times, there has been no first in literature, nor second in martial arts.

Many scholars pride themselves on being lofty, always thinking their writings are enlightening and will be of historic significance, echoing through the ages...

In reality, it’s crap.

Wang Yunxiao flipped through issue after issue of the newspaper and, unsurprisingly, discovered works with a style very similar to that of the previous article.

The author’s pen name was Duke Songbai, who had published many articles with a distinct personal touch.

For example, he liked to reminisce about the joyful times of the past, lamenting the moral decline of the present. No lamentation was complete without the phrase "Alas!" followed by "Those days of such and such are no more."

He also liked to play the wise mediator in the newspaper, breaking up fights between other authors, often saying, "In my view, the argument of XX can rest," followed by compliments to both sides, then "Let us drink good wine and turn our weapons into gifts of silk... "

Comparing the two, the writing style of "Duke Songbai" was indistinct from "Master Huaqing."

This bastard wasn’t going anywhere!

Still knew how to change his disguise, quite shameless indeed.

"Big brother, someone is looking for you outside!"

Just when Wang Yunxiao was intently reading the newspaper at the library, Guozi came in and shouted.

Wang Yunxiao didn’t pay much attention and replied with a question, "Who?"

"From the police station, that guy who dislikes us, I can’t remember his name."

Guozi’s voice was naturally loud, and as soon as he mentioned the police station, the surrounding students’ gazes instantly focused on Wang Yunxiao, and then they quickly looked down, revealing an understanding expression.

Wang Yunxiao thought to himself that his reputation couldn’t get any worse.

What kind of decent student gets the police blocking his way every day?

Following Guozi to the school gate, it turned out to be Gao Shan.

Gao Shan was also surprised. He had come looking for Wang Yunxiao, not expecting this group to be in school. When he reached the school gate and looked inside, he saw Guozi leading a few others doing push-ups beside the playground.

Last time Guozi had gone with Wang Yunxiao to capture the demon, he had seen him. He called him over and asked, and upon hearing Guozi say his big brother was studying in the library, Gao Shan was completely taken aback.

Who was Wang Yunxiao? Everyone in Nantong District knew him as a notorious loafer with many followers and even dared to kill someone with a knife in the street.

Saying he could earnestly attend school was something Gao Shan totally didn’t believe.

But facts were stronger than arguments.

Even if he didn’t want to admit it, the young man before him exuded an aura of scholarship, and anyone seeing him for the first time would know he was a good student, completely unable to connect him with the ruthless loafer of the rumors.

Gao Shan thought to himself that he had seen a ghost.

Wang Yunxiao asked with a smile, "Officer, what do you need me for?"

Gao Shan said expressionlessly, "We don’t use ’officer’ anymore, you can call me comrade or captain. Director Qin wants you to come over, he said your new equipment has arrived. There’s quite a lot, bring more people."

Wang Yunxiao’s eyes lit up. There was actually equipment, and it sounded like a substantial amount?

Director Qin really was a trustworthy person, far better than the clueless Old Third Ding.

"Guozi, call people, Youtiao, Matuan, Youbing, Gangtou, Eryang... all those who are strong!"

Youtiao definitely couldn’t move things, but he was the family’s quartermaster, needing to keep track of income and expenditure.

Just as school was letting out in the afternoon, Wang Yunxiao led a group of people and followed Gao Shan to the police station.

The police station was also closing for the day. Old Master He sat at the security post with his tobacco pipe, leisurely blowing smoke rings.

Seeing Wang Yunxiao and his group approaching, he couldn’t help but joke, "Trouble again? Are you rushing to eat a bullet?"

Wang Yunxiao hurriedly smiled and said, "Look at what you’re saying. Today I’m here because Director Qin called me over for official business."

He took a pack of cigarettes from Youtiao and placed it in front of Old Master He, smiling, "I came in a hurry this time, didn’t bring anything to offer you, but I’ll treat you to a meal later."

Old Master He, without even looking, laughed and scolded, "Stop bullshitting me, what can a poor student like you have? I’m on a salary now, we’re not related, no need for your respect."

Unlike Gao Shan’s preconceived stereotype, Old Master He never treated Wang Yunxiao as a person from the Jianghu world from beginning to end.

Being an old Jianghu himself, he naturally knew what Jianghu people were like.

This old man had a bit of a temper.

When he thought well of Wang Yunxiao and wanted to take him as an apprentice, Wang Yunxiao was reluctant.

By the time Wang Yunxiao came around, wanting to get close to him and learn some skills, he was unwilling again.

Doesn’t everyone have their pride?