At this moment.
Just as Megan and Han Sumei were arguing.
The sound of footsteps, PATTER PATTER, echoed from down the hallway.
A middle-aged ghost, wearing a black jacket with the hem tucked into his pants, walked over.
His cuffs were stained with crimson splotches of unknown origin. A set of keys hanging from his waist jingled softly. Behind his glasses, his eyes, hidden in shadow, glinted with a cold light. He exuded an air of stern authority.
"Fighting in the hallway during class?"
"—What class are you students in?!"
The ghost director pushed up his glasses, his eyes cold as he asked.
After saying this.
He then turned to the other girls and said, his voice filled with disappointment, "And you... Class started ten minutes ago. Why aren't you back in your classrooms? Are you here to watch a show?"
"If you don't want to learn, then get the hell home and tell your parents to come see me!"
Hearing this.
