Ghost Hunter High School

My name is Song Nianqiang. I just graduated from junior high. My biological father is a mystery, and I'm the only child in the family, taking my mother’s surname.

I have a best friend, Feng Yingcai, nicknamed Fat Pig. For the four years of junior high, the two of us were the talk of the school—not because of our studies, but because we were always getting into trouble. Every Monday, during the principal’s speech at the flag-raising ceremony, we were inevitably singled out as negative examples. Over time, our reputation spread far and wide.

Of course, my mother had no idea about any of this. She still believed I was a model student. Whenever I landed in trouble and the homeroom teacher was about to call my mom, I’d head straight for the rooftop on the third floor. Why? Simple—threats. If the teacher dared summon my mother, I’d threaten to jump. The trick worked every single time.

So, for all four years of junior high, I sat alone at my desk. Our system was five years of elementary school and four years of junior high. To top it off, my homeroom teacher gave me a “prime” seat—right next to the trash pile. Thankfully, it was inside the classroom, so the stench wasn’t overwhelming, but falling asleep to a medley of shifting odors each day was a unique experience, not one everyone could claim.

They say that girls just discovering love are the least discerning, so someone like me—a notorious troublemaker—became the so-called Prince Charming in the eyes of those foolish girls. I received a mountain of love letters, but I always maintained an air of