Is Our School Haunted?

The weather was very good today. The blue sky was filled with white clouds and golden leaves fluttered in the wind. However, what made the teachers and students turn around was Mu Feng, who was standing at the school gate with his silver hair fluttering in the wind.

The car stopped in front of Mu Feng. The window was lowered, revealing Jun Shiling's deep eyes.

Mu Feng rolled his eyes. "Let me make it clear first. I have no feelings for your Xia Wanyuan. I'm here to study."

"Study?" Jun Shiling glanced at Mu Feng and repeated the word.

Ever since he was young, every time Old Master Mu came to look for Old Master Jun, he would complain about how much his grandson did not like to study.

In order not to take the exam, he could find someone to steal the teacher's office papers. Mu Feng, who could burn the school field in order not to attend class, actually told him that he wanted to attend class.