"Pen Spirit, huh... Isn't that just a silly game played by middle schoolers?" Chen Ke sighed, feeling that Ozawa was pulling his leg.
Every student who has ever stayed at a boarding school has heard more or less of such things, whether it's a senior high school, a boarding school, college, or vocational school, the students' dormitory buildings are never short on a variety of ghost stories.
Those students who are normally eloquent and good at spinning tales would spend the long sleepless nights vividly and seriously telling their bunkmates about the mysterious stories involving "the upperclassmen" and "the underclassmen".
On hot summer nights, these stories would send chills down the spines of all listeners, and any slightest sound outside the door would send shivers through everyone in the dormitory.
"You're not joking with us, are you?" Shen Yun also found the whole thing absurd.
