After a few seconds of silence, Ruan Qing, suppressing the fear and uneasiness in his heart, took the phone from the player with the black T-shirt, slid it up, and carefully read the information sent by Cheng Mingzhe.
In the end, Ruan Qing’s gaze fell on the words “excellent results,” and then he slowly typed a line in the chat box.
[Counselor: You say your grades are good. Is that true?]
[Cheng Mingzhe: Of course, from childhood to adulthood, I have always been the first, and I’m far ahead of the second place.]
From the words, Cheng Mingzhe’s self-confidence could be seen.
If the grades were just a little good, it probably wouldn’t be so confident.
A gleam of light flashed in Ruan Qing’s eyes, a remnant...
Coincidentally, there was a person in the room 404 of Building A who was also far ahead of the second place.
Not only was the performance excellent in the computer science field, but also in the physics department.
Cheng Mingzhe was in the physics department.
Ruan Qing sent another message.
[Counselor: But you failed in the first semester.]
[Cheng Mingzhe: ...That was just an accident.]
[Counselor: Is failing three courses also an accident?]
Before the other party could reply, Ruan Qing sent another message.
[Counselor: Sorry, I don’t really like people with poor academic performance.]
The other side seemed a bit anxious; Ruan Qing hadn’t even pressed send, and the reply came.
[Cheng Mingzhe: No, that was really just an accident.]
Ruan Qing paused for a moment and replied.
[Counselor: What accident?]
However, this time there was no response from the other side, as if they didn’t want to bring it up.
Ruan Qing wasn’t too surprised by this; the ‘accident’ was highly likely related to the pen spirit.
As Cheng Mingzhe had stated, his grades were indeed outstanding, consistently ranking first since high school. He even entered the First University as the provincial champion.
So, him failing the final exams was perplexing.
...Unless something extremely frightening happened to him during the final exams, causing him to miss the last three subjects.
For example, discovering something about the pen spirit.
Ruan Qing pursed his lips, lowered his gaze to his phone, and quickly typed a line.
[Counselor: Just be straightforward about your grades. There’s no need to deceive for vanity; I dislike deceit the most.]
Perhaps stimulated by Ruan Qing’s mention of ‘disliking deceit,’ Cheng Mingzhe’s voice immediately echoed in the dormitory.
Different from the eerie and terrifying tone before, this time, there was a hint of urgency.
“No, my grades are really good. Believe me, I failed the exams because of an accident.”
“At that time, during the finals, I made a bet with a classmate. We entered that abandoned building, accidentally bumped into the piano on the third floor, got pulled into seven years ago, learned some things, and that’s why...”
However, before Cheng Mingzhe could finish, Qi Muran grabbed Ruan Qing and ran.
Ruan Qing didn’t resist at all because he was also ready to run.
While Qi Muran was running, he looked back at the players, who were listening with a serious expression, and shouted, “Why are you standing still? Run!”
The players hesitated for a moment before realizing and immediately started running.
The crucial clue was apparent—Cheng Mingzhe knew about the pen spirit because he touched the pen spirit’s piano and went back seven years.
If they wanted to know what happened seven years ago, they just needed to touch the pen spirit’s piano.
Moreover, Cheng Mingzhe didn’t seem intent on providing detailed information about what happened seven years ago. Even if he did, they wouldn’t dare to believe it completely.
After all, there was no way to force the beautiful classmate to marry a ghost.
So, this agreement couldn’t be reached from the beginning.
The shadow probably didn’t expect these people to run; for a moment, he didn’t react. In the dormitory room, only the shadow was left on the ground.
It looked very eerie.
Perhaps the players’ inconsistent attitudes angered the shadow. The next moment, the shadow twisted to the extreme, then quickly stepped on the shadows of the items in the room, chasing after them.
The players dared not linger, quickly running towards the stairs, preparing to leave the dormitory directly.
Because Ruan Qing was afraid that Cheng Mingzhe would track them with his phone, he threw the phone away.
Didn’t even bother with the card.
Although Ruan Qing ran a bit slowly, even when Qi Muran pulled him to run, he still fell to the back of the queue.
But Ruan Qing was not too anxious because Qi Muran was right beside him.
That shadow was afraid of Qi Muran.
Otherwise, Ruan Qing wouldn’t dare to casually provoke the shadow.
Although there were lights in the corridor, it was somewhat dim.
The clothes hanging above twisted and looked bizarre, and the shadows on the ground were swaying slightly with the wind.
It looked somewhat creepy.
Wait, the wind?
There’s no wind at all now!
Ruan Qing stiffly raised his head, his face turning pale as he looked at the clothes hanging above.
Ruan Qing, after seeing it clearly, instantly widened his eyes, his pupils shrinking slightly, his body uncontrollably trembling, and his brain went blank instantly.
Because those weren’t clothes at all; they were bodies hanging individually.
The eerie and twisted bodies were hanging by their necks with ropes, hanging from the top of the corridor, staring straight at them.
Moreover, the bodies of many silhouettes were facing forward, but their heads had turned a hundred and eighty degrees to look directly at them.
In their resentful eyes, there was greed and lust.
Some figures were even trying to sway, as if they wanted to break the ropes hanging around their necks.
It looked terrifying.
...What’s even scarier was that one of them was about to succeed.
Qi Muran, following Ruan Qing’s gaze, also noticed this. He immediately shouted to the players ahead, “Quick, enter a room!”
As Qi Muran spoke, he promptly opened the room closest to him and, pulling Ruan Qing, rushed inside.
Then he turned around and forcefully locked the door.
Other players weren’t fools. Upon hearing Qi Muran’s voice, without thinking, they rushed into the nearest room to them.
After the players entered the rooms, a body that had freed itself from the constraints of the rope fell into the corridor.
Then the doors of the rooms were forcefully knocked, including the room where Qi Muran and Ruan Qing were.
The sound was terrifying.
Because Ruan Qing and Qi Muran were slower, they had distanced themselves from other players. They even entered a different room.
Moreover, it wasn’t adjacent to the rooms entered by other players. There was one in between, and not even climbing through the window could bridge the gap.
The viewers in the livestream room couldn’t contain themselves.
[It’s over. How did these two end up alone again? One is a support character, and the other is just decorative; how are they going to survive the fall!]
[Even with props, it’s precarious. The usage of props is limited. There are so many bodies in the corridor, and there’s a shadowy ghost chasing after them. Isn’t this clearly doomed?]
[Pray, maybe a miracle will happen (lighting_a_cigarette.JPG).]
After a few seconds of silence, Ruan Qing, suppressing the fear and uneasiness in his heart, took the phone from the player with the black T-shirt, slid it up, and carefully read the information sent by Cheng Mingzhe.
In the end, Ruan Qing’s gaze fell on the words “excellent results,” and then he slowly typed a line in the chat box.
[Counselor: You say your grades are good. Is that true?]
[Cheng Mingzhe: Of course, from childhood to adulthood, I have always been the first, and I’m far ahead of the second place.]
From the words, Cheng Mingzhe’s self-confidence could be seen.
If the grades were just a little good, it probably wouldn’t be so confident.
A gleam of light flashed in Ruan Qing’s eyes, a remnant...
Coincidentally, there was a person in the room 404 of Building A who was also far ahead of the second place.
Not only was the performance excellent in the computer science field, but also in the physics department.
Cheng Mingzhe was in the physics department.
Ruan Qing sent another message.
[Counselor: But you failed in the first semester.]
[Cheng Mingzhe: ...That was just an accident.]
[Counselor: Is failing three courses also an accident?]
Before the other party could reply, Ruan Qing sent another message.
[Counselor: Sorry, I don’t really like people with poor academic performance.]
The other side seemed a bit anxious; Ruan Qing hadn’t even pressed send, and the reply came.
[Cheng Mingzhe: No, that was really just an accident.]
Ruan Qing paused for a moment and replied.
[Counselor: What accident?]
However, this time there was no response from the other side, as if they didn’t want to bring it up.
Ruan Qing wasn’t too surprised by this; the ‘accident’ was highly likely related to the pen spirit.
As Cheng Mingzhe had stated, his grades were indeed outstanding, consistently ranking first since high school. He even entered the First University as the provincial champion.
So, him failing the final exams was perplexing.
...Unless something extremely frightening happened to him during the final exams, causing him to miss the last three subjects.
For example, discovering something about the pen spirit.
Ruan Qing pursed his lips, lowered his gaze to his phone, and quickly typed a line.
[Counselor: Just be straightforward about your grades. There’s no need to deceive for vanity; I dislike deceit the most.]
Perhaps stimulated by Ruan Qing’s mention of ‘disliking deceit,’ Cheng Mingzhe’s voice immediately echoed in the dormitory.
Different from the eerie and terrifying tone before, this time, there was a hint of urgency.
“No, my grades are really good. Believe me, I failed the exams because of an accident.”
“At that time, during the finals, I made a bet with a classmate. We entered that abandoned building, accidentally bumped into the piano on the third floor, got pulled into seven years ago, learned some things, and that’s why...”
However, before Cheng Mingzhe could finish, Qi Muran grabbed Ruan Qing and ran.
Ruan Qing didn’t resist at all because he was also ready to run.
While Qi Muran was running, he looked back at the players, who were listening with a serious expression, and shouted, “Why are you standing still? Run!”
The players hesitated for a moment before realizing and immediately started running.
The crucial clue was apparent—Cheng Mingzhe knew about the pen spirit because he touched the pen spirit’s piano and went back seven years.
If they wanted to know what happened seven years ago, they just needed to touch the pen spirit’s piano.
Moreover, Cheng Mingzhe didn’t seem intent on providing detailed information about what happened seven years ago. Even if he did, they wouldn’t dare to believe it completely.
After all, there was no way to force the beautiful classmate to marry a ghost.
So, this agreement couldn’t be reached from the beginning.
The shadow probably didn’t expect these people to run; for a moment, he didn’t react. In the dormitory room, only the shadow was left on the ground.
It looked very eerie.
Perhaps the players’ inconsistent attitudes angered the shadow. The next moment, the shadow twisted to the extreme, then quickly stepped on the shadows of the items in the room, chasing after them.
The players dared not linger, quickly running towards the stairs, preparing to leave the dormitory directly.
Because Ruan Qing was afraid that Cheng Mingzhe would track them with his phone, he threw the phone away.
Didn’t even bother with the card.
Although Ruan Qing ran a bit slowly, even when Qi Muran pulled him to run, he still fell to the back of the queue.
But Ruan Qing was not too anxious because Qi Muran was right beside him.
That shadow was afraid of Qi Muran.
Otherwise, Ruan Qing wouldn’t dare to casually provoke the shadow.
Although there were lights in the corridor, it was somewhat dim.
The clothes hanging above twisted and looked bizarre, and the shadows on the ground were swaying slightly with the wind.
It looked somewhat creepy.
Wait, the wind?
There’s no wind at all now!
Ruan Qing stiffly raised his head, his face turning pale as he looked at the clothes hanging above.
Ruan Qing, after seeing it clearly, instantly widened his eyes, his pupils shrinking slightly, his body uncontrollably trembling, and his brain went blank instantly.
Because those weren’t clothes at all; they were bodies hanging individually.
The eerie and twisted bodies were hanging by their necks with ropes, hanging from the top of the corridor, staring straight at them.
Moreover, the bodies of many silhouettes were facing forward, but their heads had turned a hundred and eighty degrees to look directly at them.
In their resentful eyes, there was greed and lust.
Some figures were even trying to sway, as if they wanted to break the ropes hanging around their necks.
It looked terrifying.
...What’s even scarier was that one of them was about to succeed.
Qi Muran, following Ruan Qing’s gaze, also noticed this. He immediately shouted to the players ahead, “Quick, enter a room!”
As Qi Muran spoke, he promptly opened the room closest to him and, pulling Ruan Qing, rushed inside.
Then he turned around and forcefully locked the door.
Other players weren’t fools. Upon hearing Qi Muran’s voice, without thinking, they rushed into the nearest room to them.
After the players entered the rooms, a body that had freed itself from the constraints of the rope fell into the corridor.
Then the doors of the rooms were forcefully knocked, including the room where Qi Muran and Ruan Qing were.
The sound was terrifying.
Because Ruan Qing and Qi Muran were slower, they had distanced themselves from other players. They even entered a different room.
Moreover, it wasn’t adjacent to the rooms entered by other players. There was one in between, and not even climbing through the window could bridge the gap.
The viewers in the livestream room couldn’t contain themselves.
[It’s over. How did these two end up alone again? One is a support character, and the other is just decorative; how are they going to survive the fall!]
[Even with props, it’s precarious. The usage of props is limited. There are so many bodies in the corridor, and there’s a shadowy ghost chasing after them. Isn’t this clearly doomed?]
[Pray, maybe a miracle will happen (lighting_a_cigarette.JPG).]
