Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories-Chapter 50

The first opponent of the 2nd grade F class was the 2nd grade D class.

A rectangular pitch, a stage for the game, was drawn on the school grounds.

At each end of the rectangular stage, there were three wooden poles called wickets.

The player holding the bat was called the batsman, and he was the most important person in the game.

The batsman of each team stood right next to this wicket, and the bowler who would throw the ball to the batsman was located outside the pitch.

The roles of each player were chosen through a lottery, and Melody, who had the most athletic ability in the 2nd grade F class, happened to be the batsman.

Even though she received special training from Dante and the student council president, no one really expected her skills.

They must have all gathered to watch the fun.

Anyway, the key to the cricket game was whether this batsman would score.

“Weston, do you think the student council president and Melody have a special relationship?”

Weston shook his head with a sarcastic laugh.

“The student council president is not someone who would give his side to anyone. If he is kind to Melody, it is just a whim. If not, he has a purpose.”

Father Miella agreed with that statement.

The student council president seemed to be kind and gentle to everyone, but he did not give his side to anyone.

He built a big wall of his own, so no one could easily get inside.

Some people might have admired that attitude.

However, Father Miella could not help but feel that the student council president was somewhat unsettling, even scary.

‘It is strange that a student who is only nineteen years old can have such feelings.’

The dean was wary of Noah.

‘But he is nineteen.’

And Father Miella sympathized with that sentiment, but at the same time could not understand it.

“That is foul play.”

From the side, Western's muttering could be heard. Father Miella also glanced at the schoolyard where the cricket match was taking place.

He saw a student from the opposing team throwing sand # Nоvеlight # at Melody as if it was a mistake. It was quite a frowning trick.

Beep-

As expected, the referee blew his whistle and issued a warning to the opposing team student.

The bowler who received the warning was sent off and the player was replaced.

However, it seemed that it was not the end.

'I feel a strange energy.'

Father Miella stared quietly in the direction of Melody Hastings.

He had lost his eyesight and could not see anything, but instead, he was more sensitive to energy than others.

However, he did not believe in the nonsense Father Cesario claimed about ghosts and ghost stories.

He just tended to identify people by their energy.

'That's strange, aren't there 11 players running on the pitch?'

But there were too many people in the schoolyard.

A huge number of spirits are read.

The D class students were very dirty in their games.

It means that they had no manners.

When the D class bowler threw the ball at me, he mixed sand grains in it and threw it.

It almost got into my eyes, but thanks to the ghosts telling me in advance, I was able to avoid the worst.

I gave the ghosts a small thank you. Then, the ghosts shyly curled their bodies and danced around in circles.

How cute.

Meanwhile, the F class students who saw the sand grains fluttering around were turned upside down.

“Those damn kids!”

“Teacher! Did you see that!? Those guys cheated!”

“If our Hastings loses his eyesight, will you take responsibility?”

“This isn’t just cheating, this is attempted murder! Our kid got hurt!”

The PE teacher who was watching the referee was surrounded by angry F class students and was at a loss, and eventually stopped the game for a while.

As a result, D class was eliminated in the preliminaries, and the student in question was sent off, had his points deducted, and was scheduled to have a meeting with the teacher afterwards.

I sighed as I wiped the remaining sand off my cheeks.

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This time, the F class students came running towards me and gathered around me.

“Hastings, are you okay?”

“Did you get sand in your eyes?”

“That damn bastard, I’ll definitely get revenge!”

“Those bastards! How could you do this to a kid who was trying so hard!”

I took on the worries of the class with a bewildered face.

I had to say something... ... !

When I tried to say something, all the students turned their attention to me.

At that moment.

“Thank you all.......”

Pouring.

My nose started bleeding.

The students looked at me with slightly shocked faces and then quickly wiped my nosebleed.

Fortunately, this time, the nosebleed stopped after a little. However, my image was irreversible.

“It’s okay. Melody. Don’t say anything.”

“Okay. I know how you feel.”

“Cheer up! Fighting!”

I picked up the bat with slightly sad eyes while receiving cheers from my friends.

I felt like kicking the blanket when I returned to my room today.

The ghosts grabbed the feet of a D class student who was leaving the pitch and returning to the stands and knocked him down.

“Eww!”

The student who had thrown sand at my face fell and hit his nose on the floor. He must have broken his nose and was taken to the hospital with a nosebleed.

Oh.

I looked back at the ghosts. The cute ghosts were still walking around the schoolyard with harmless faces.

That’s when I realized.

Yes. Those guys are ghosts too. I couldn't see them as just harmless to humans.

"Melody, don't look away. You're Batman today."

Dante warned me. As he said, this time they were formidable opponents.

I saw the B class students taking their stances on the other side.

"Just do what you practiced."

Dante left those words with me and returned to his seat.

I held the bat tightly in my hand with a nervous face.

The opposing team's bowler was preparing to throw the ball.

Compared to D class, B class was a considerably more difficult opponent.

This was because the higher the grades, the more students there were with high PE scores.

In particular, B class was the team that won the competition last semester, beating out A class and S class.

My hands were sweaty, so I wiped them on my gym uniform and held the bat again.

Whoa-

Through my tense vision, I saw ghosts floating around the schoolyard, shaking and shaking.

Maybe because there were a lot of people in the schoolyard, the ghosts looked excited. More ghosts than usual were gathered to watch the humans.

I stood there and sweated.

Seeing ghosts together made me feel so dizzy that it was hard to concentrate.

“Hastings, come to your senses.”

Dante warned me.

Yeah. Come to your senses. Weren’t we training through excruciating pain all this time?

‘And it’s fun.’

School life was becoming more and more fun, to the point where I wondered if it was okay.

It was still difficult to experience ghost stories and see evil spirits.

Squeak-

A whistle blew and the game continued.

The speed at which the bowler from Class B threw the ball was faster than my eyes.

Throw the ball! The moment I did that, the ball was already right in front of me.

But the bigger problem for me was still the ghosts. They liked me too much.

That's why when the other team threw the ball at me, I thought it was an attack on me and attacked them.

The real problem was that the number of ghosts was gradually increasing.

'Oh, I can't see ahead.'

They were intangible ghosts, but because there were so many of them, I even worried that I might get crushed to death.

The student council president, Noah Eugene Eglinton, looked out at the schoolyard with interest from the third floor window of the main building.

Something strange was happening.

While the games against other classes went smoothly without a hitch, problems kept occurring only in the games against Class F.

'I think Melody Hastings is the problem.'

I could feel the energy in the schoolyard.

Although Noah couldn't see them with his own eyes, he could sense their presence by feeling their energy.

There were definitely non-humans in the classroom. There were a lot of them.

He turned around and slung the shawl he had left in the classroom over his shoulder.

“Where are you going?”

Henry, his classmate and roommate, asked him.

“I have to go to the classroom.”

“Hey. I thought you wouldn’t. Are you going to see Melody Hastings, Noah?”

Noah stopped walking and turned to look at Henry as he was about to leave.