In the early hours of tuesday, November 19, 2097, "North Shore Gear" at Zhi Xing Institute was haunted.
At this hour, the building should have been empty. But the Mystic Studies Society had everything one could need. The huge building was fully equipped and supplied with power around the clock. Instead of going home or back to the dorms, people could run experiments here, play a few rounds of cards, or even ask a Senior Brother or Junior Sister to study together.
So when large numbers of autonomous robots suddenly spread throughout the building, opening doors and entering rooms as they pleased before starting their roaring work, how could the students upstairs and downstairs not think the place was haunted?
For a time, people ran about in panic, frantically calling the Student Union and the Security Department. Everything was a complete mess.
This alerted Ou Que, the vice president who had been cultivating at the society. He had more sense than the others. The moment he saw those autonomous machines, he had an idea. After glancing at several surveillance zones, he basically understood what was happening.
"Why the hell are you calling? Aren't you embarrassed enough already?" Though Ou Que had a baby face, he had always had a bad temper. Looking at these inexperienced chicks in the society made his anger flare. While dealing with the Student Union and Security Department, he gathered all the men and women present in the Living Corner on the second basement level and chewed them out. "You people study mysticism, and you actually dared to say it was 'haunted'..."
He was only a sophomore himself, and some people present were older than him. But his family was still one of the top five Major Shareholders in the society.
Whatever they thought privately, the