man in the mirror

Chapter 3

I ran all the way to the school. It was about 8 or 9 o'clock in the morning. It was the time for the students to go to the teaching building. Standing on the main road where people come and go, the fear of the past few days has subsided a lot. I couldn't help but feel a little more at ease.

"Morning, Qianqiu, why are you standing here in a daze?" A familiar cheerful voice came, I turned around and saw Nana with natural curly hair coming towards me, nibbling on a bun.

I forced a weak smile: "Morning."

Even Nana, with a rough nerve, noticed something was wrong with me. He swallowed the last mouthful of buns, and asked vaguely: "Hey, what's wrong with you? You look like you're overindulgent, and your complexion is worse than those girls who put on BB cream." white!"

I pulled Nana who was chattering and went straight to the restaurant next to me, ordered a cup of toasted milk and a sandwich, and then sat with Nana on the sofa by the window and waited.

"Are you trying to drag me to skip class?" Nana said to me while sitting on the sofa winking.

I rolled my eyes at him, and said, "something unbelievable happened these days, I was trapped in the mirror in the bathroom at home, and then a man who looked exactly like me appeared..."

Before I finished speaking, Nana spit out a mouthful of milk. He even stretched out his oily hand to touch my forehead and said, "Hey, Qianqiu. It's not good to talk in your sleep in broad daylight!"

I was just about to refute him, when the waiter brought over the toasted milk and sandwiches I ordered, I shut up cautiously, and after he walked away, I hurriedly argued: "I didn't talk in my sleep, otherwise you think I've been talking about it for the past few days No one is there?!"

Nana smiled and pretended to be mysterious: "Didn't you finally muster up the courage to go after Zhezai, the senior you have been secretly in love with for a long time?"

"Huh? What did you say?" This time it was my turn to drop my glasses.

Nana patted her chest with a clear look and said, "I know, you must have been influenced by the ceremony that day to go after that straight senior man so boldly! I heard that he has already dumped his girlfriend, did you do that? Good thing~"

I shook my head: "No, how could I..."

Nana took out her phone and opened a webpage to show me. It turned out to be a popular post with the title "Boyfriend broke up with me because of a boy, die gay". Male junior, I swipe down, and many of the replies support the host to comfort the host, but there are also some who promote the innocence of homosexuality, and there are even unknown creatures mixed in saying that the host should be careful, and heterosexuals die.

Unconsciously, I raised my head and asked Nana, "Show me what this means?"

Nana said mysteriously, "Is the landlord's ID called Ziyu Xiangman?"

I glanced at it and nodded: "What's wrong?"

"This is the Ziman forum ID of the straight male senior's girlfriend." Nana motioned me to continue reading the post.

In order to enhance the credibility of the matter, the landlord even released a side view of her boyfriend and a photo of the so-called male mistress seducing her boyfriend.

The familiar profile told me that this person is Tetsuya-senpai.

But when I saw the second picture, I couldn’t help but be struck by thunder: the pixels are very blurry, it should be a candid shot with a mobile phone, in a corner of the bar with blurred lights, a boy in black with his back to the camera hooked Senior Zhezai’s neck, Senior Zhezai’s The expression turned out not to be resistance or disgust, but a look of pampering? !

"Eh? How come? The senior is obviously a straight man!" I threw away Nana's phone in surprise.

Nana picked up the mobile phone on the table cherishingly, and said dissatisfiedly: "Maybe the straight man is just pretending, the key is that you chased him, and you didn't tell me the good news at the first time! Can we still have fun together?" ?”

I widened my eyes: "What did you say?"

Nana said angrily: "Do you think I can't recognize you? The boy in the photo is you! I bought that black dress with you last time!"

I was stunned, then snatched the phone from him, and carefully looked at the boy in black in the photo, the length of his hair, his fat and thin body, and his attire, all of which showed that this was me, or someone who was very similar to me. like people.

I muttered to myself: "This is too incredible."

Nana was very proud, and said, "Look, I knew it was you! Could it be that the summoning mirror really appeared? Ah, I really regret that I didn't try that day."

Summon a mirror?

I suddenly realized that I seemed to have grasped the key to the matter.

That was last week. As we all know, every school has more or less sensational strange stories, and our school is no exception.

It is said that at 11:11 in the evening, at the instrument mirror at the corner of the stairs on the third floor of the old laboratory building, I silently recite the name of the person I like, as long as the image of that person appears on the mirror, I can confess to being together successfully.

So Nana and I sneaked into the old laboratory building on Sunday night just to verify the truth of the legend.

It was a moonless night, and the laboratory building was quiet and pitch black.

We took the flashlight and carefully groped up to the third floor. At 3:11, I silently read the name of the person I liked to the instrument mirror of the same height at the corner of the stairs. I closed my eyes and was too nervous to look in the mirror.

I still remember that when I was about to look in the mirror with a flashlight, a bright light came over me, which made Nana cry out in shock, and I broke out in a cold sweat.

"What are you doing sneakily?!" It turned out to be a patrolling janitor.

Nana breathed a sigh of relief: "Teacher, scaring people will scare people to death!"

The janitor looked at us suspiciously, and scolded: "You don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?! Hurry up and go back, or I will go to the security office to explain the situation!"

Nana hurriedly waved her hand, grabbed me and ran down the stairs quickly.

I vaguely remember that I looked back at the mirror at that time, and there was a vague figure reflected in the dark. At that time, I thought it was the shadow of the janitor.

But when I think about it carefully, the janitor was standing on the stairs, not within the scope of the mirror at all.

I turned pale and said to Nana: "Do you believe in the existence of the mirror spirit?"