Outside are all old ladies, no good people and Hao Jian????

In the pitch-black room, only a sliver of light, filtering through the gaps in the tape, managed to penetrate the window, allowing a blurry glimpse of the mess on the floor.

Broken bowls, as if shattered during a fierce argument, lay scattered on the ground. Unwiped water stains seemed to conceal something, and a black plastic bag, puffed up and oozing a little red liquid…

Suddenly, a figure, shorter than a man (standing at one meter eighty) and taller than a woman (standing at one meter fifty), seemed to melt into the darkness. She slowly raised her head, her face obscured by the hood of her clothes and an N985 mask. In her hand, she held a utility knife, her eyes flashing with a dangerous red glow.

The clock ticked, "tick-tock, tick-tock," as if counting down someone's final moments.

With a "click," she extended the blade. The sharp tip glinted coldly. Beneath the mask, a cruel smile spread across the girl's face, her eyes, filled with chaotic madness, glowed deeper red, as if three tomoe were about to appear.

Her hunched-over body stopped about a meter away from "it." The girl, her face contorted, raised the weapon in her hand and, trembling, moved towards…

Towards…

Towards the door in front of her, sealed with countless cardboard boxes and tape. She let out a sob????.

She retracted the blade with a swish of the utility knife. The girl collapsed onto the floor, crying and writhing in despair, shouting:

"I don't want to go out??????"

"I don't want to go out (sniffles)……????"

"There are no good people outside (sniffles)??, it's all devils??, it's all old ladies????, no Hao Jian?? I want to stay home??"

"Cough cough cough cough (choked)……Wuwuwu……??"

Hua Xin took off her mask??, blew her nose hard??, her watery eyes, hidden beneath the wide hood, looked exceptionally pitiful.

Hua Xin's little hint??: (Bowls = clumsy hands that dropped the rice bowl, Red liquid = spicy oil and soup, Cruel = adorable, Face contorted = cute and confused, Red glow in eyes = mutated)

A few minutes later, the crying gradually subsided.

The girl took out her phone and checked the time on the screen. Then, she wiped her tears and silently got to her feet.

11:30.

Today was Thursday, the first of the two days she had to attend class this week. The previous three days had been spent entirely on her "special training," and today was the day to test the results.

Speaking of yesterday… Hua Xin's face turned a silent red??.

She had been happy for a long time after successfully manipulating the other party and getting fifty Q Coins.

But then an obvious problem presented itself.

How could Q Coins be converted into money to pay for expenses other than games??.

The answer was that the girl heartbreakingly bought a monthly pass for Wuthering Waves????.

Next time, she would definitely hit that Shrimp Head Man, whose note was "Water Husband" (can't even), hard to make up for today's losses.!!

Of course, Hua Xin's note for herself remained "Number One Son Online."

Then, the girl's gaze drifted to her own chest.

??Big??...

Impossible??.

But there were more important things at hand.

Less than two hours remained until Accounting at 1 PM??.

You can do it… Hua Xin… You can do it.

Haha, it's just going outside (sweating profusely)??.

No one would actually be afraid to go out, right? (Self-hypnosis.)

She took another N985 mask from her side and put it on. Hua Xin, with a determined expression, looked at the sealed door before her. The utility knife in her hand once again glinted with cold light.

Then, the gun fired…

Wrong.

Then, Hua Xin looked at the door and remembered a story??.

The word "going out" was an interesting anecdote born during the mythological era.

That year, Zeus had been cooped up on the mountain for a full five hundred years. Coincidentally, he had just finished playing Black Myth: Wukong on his nuclear brain??? and, while marveling at the exquisite craftsmanship, discovered that one plus one actually equaled two????. So, he called Prometheus over to discuss how Samadhi True Fire should be cultivated from the six ingredients: [Rehmannia Root, Cornus Fruit, Chinese Yam, Alisma Rhizome, Tree Peony Bark, Poria Cocos].

Then came the question: who was stronger, the Victorious Fighting Buddha or Apollo??.

Prometheus, feeling indignant, grabbed the Ruyi Jingu Bang, stole a spark from the sun chariot, and flew to the distant East, determined to fight this fated person to the death and defend the honor of the northern gods??.

Halfway there, he found he had no money for a visa. He traded his dry rations with Wang Xiaoming, who happened to be passing by, for 268 yuan, and then continued his journey.

When he arrived, he was dumbfounded. He was attending the Morning Eight O'Clock Class. Was this still abroad??.

How did he end up at the end of the world??.

He checked the date: July 16th. It wasn't August 20th yet.

So, Black Monkey wasn't born yet, haha??.

"Haha…" the girl couldn't help but let out a dry laugh as her mind wandered??.

What was she thinking??

Haha?

Hua Xin fell silent, staring at the clock.

12:00.

Hadn't it only been half an hour? ??????

What to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do, what to do??????????????.

This was just like when she'd gone out during the college entrance exams or during the Lunar New Year update cases.

Back then, she'd convinced herself with the thought, "As long as I go out this time, I'll never have to go out again," and used that self-hypnosis to step out of the sacred gate that had protected her for so long?? (Thank you).

But this time...

No matter how she tried to hypnotize herself, it was useless ahhhhhh ????

Every week, she had to go out two days a week into that place filled with strangers, unknown fears, contemptuous gazes, and that suffocating classroom...

Hua Xin shivered all over, that long-lost chill surging back into her heart.

The dusty memories seemed to play out in her mind once more.

The girl's eyes involuntarily welled up, tears gathering, and the panic in her heart intensified.

"Bzzzz."

Her phone suddenly vibrated, indicating she had received a message.

Hua Xin frantically shook her head (with extreme agility), flinging away all the bad thoughts.

"Hoo..." the girl took a deep breath??, and picked up her phone.

Yunzi (Class Monitor Xia Yan): "Classmate Hua, are you at Jin Di Xiang Shan?"

"Sorry, you didn't reply to my message just now, so I looked at your address on your enrollment information without permission. However, the specific house number wasn't filled in. I'm at the main gate now. If you don't mind, you can come with me to school??."

After that, they also sent a very cute Hachimi sticker.

(Hachimi is a cat.)

Is this... is this a good person? (Alert) ?

Hua Xin immediately checked if the sender was a contact she had added through the counselor's recommendation.

No problem (confused)...

Are there really such good people in this world??

They were even coming to pick her up...

Could it be...

The girl picked up her pure black backpack, unzipped it, and inside, there was a hammer??.

If disaster strikes.

She would save herself.

Taking a deep breath.

The girl, choking back tears, used a utility knife to tear open the sealed tape.

"I'll f***ing stab you, stab you, stab you... ??, forcing me to go out, forcing me to go out..."

"Are you f***ing crazy! ????"