Social Anxiety in Smart People

Upon hearing what the student said, Zhao Mou and Wen Qinghuai knew that the key point was about to be revealed.

The content shouted by this "ghostly figure" was clearly the panic and anxiety of daily life during the plague. Hunger and death constantly threatened the people affected by the plague. Whenever rats appeared in swarms, people would futilely close their doors and windows and pray silently.

Therefore, the sound coming from the corridor could not be a ghost belonging to the Nightmare Force, but rather something from the female dorm supervisor's side. It's just that they haven't lived in the dormitory building long enough to encounter it yet.

This is a significant gain, Zhao Mou thought calmly. If A Jiu doesn't find the hidden item in the dormitory building today, it means that to solve the dormitory building mission, they will most likely have to wait for that voice to appear.

"Besides that, is the female dorm supervisor nice to you? She seems quite kind, but sometimes her behavior seems a bit off." Wen Qinghuai took this opportunity to ask some more questions about the dormitory supervisor.

"She's pretty good to us, isn't she? Anyway, she's a staff member of this school, so she's probably just like those teachers, hoping we'll make mistakes and become their source of amusement," the student said. "But at least she doesn't make things difficult for us often. When she checks the dorms, she turns a blind eye. If she sees us with the lights off and asleep, she won't come back that night. In the past two years, the number of students she's arrested for violating dorm rules probably doesn't add up to the number of students punished in the teaching building in a single month."

With the conversation going on, William couldn't concentrate on his book. He turned a page, and when his roommate mentioned the female dorm supervisor, he chimed in, "And sometimes she'll ask us to do things for her. If you help her, she'll be more lenient with you for a certain period of time. Anyway... although it's dangerous, it's already quite lenient compared to other teachers and staff."

There was a hint of protectiveness in his tone, which made Zhao Mou glance in his direction.

"..." The bolder student pursed his lips with a hint of unease, made a "shh" gesture, and whispered, "This guy just likes that female dorm supervisor. I have no idea what he's thinking."

"The dorm manager is usually very gentle and pretty, so it's normal for him to like her, right?" Wen Qinghuai lowered his voice to match, seemingly gossipy but actually just giving a perfunctory reply.

They asked a few more questions, but the answers were all irrelevant. Seeing that it was almost time to leave, the two decided to take their leave.

Their departure should have been a relief for the students in the dormitory. Zhao Mou, with his hand on the doorknob, suddenly looked back just as he was about to press the button.

"I forgot to mention, please don't spread rumors about what happened tonight." He flashed a "friendly" smile, which made the students watching them leave shudder. "Although the other guys pretending to be asleep must have heard the knocking, they don't know who it was, don't you think?"

"... I know, even if someone asks tomorrow, we won't say it was you guys who came in. We'll just say it was their auditory hallucinations." The bold roommate was quite shrewd, knowing this was the way to avoid trouble. "Anyway, we can blame any strange noises in the hallway on things we can't see. If anyone asks us, we'll just say we were studying very hard and didn't hear anything."

"Very clever, I hope you can do it." Zhao Mou raised an eyebrow at them, opened the door a crack under their tense gazes, then slipped out with Wen Qinghuai and closed the door behind them.

"Squeak..."

The opening and closing of the door briefly illuminated a small section of the corridor before fading into silence. In the darkness, the rat's eyes gleamed with a cold, eerie light, hovering around the two like icy probes.

"Let's go back. It seems they don't really want us to disturb their studies," Wen Qinghuai said softly, retracing her steps down the corridor.

Their dormitory was empty. After returning, Zhao Mou began to write and draw in his small cubicle, while Wen Qinghuai drew the curtain and seemed to be fiddling with something.

They weren't actually very close.

Zhao Mou is considered a rising star among celebrity predictors. Although he is not particularly famous, with the support of the Zhao family, many people are very optimistic about his future and are also wary of him.

Wen Qinghuai is a typical solo star strategist who is good at using different offerings to make good strategizing results. His ideas can help many new strategists who are not mentally strong in most cases, and can be regarded as teaching. Therefore, he can reap points by posting strategizing videos in the system.

Seriously speaking, Wen Qinghuai is definitely Zhao Mou's senior, and his accumulated level of deduction is also higher than Zhao Mou's. However, deduction does not value seniority, only strength. Therefore, Wen Qinghuai is not arrogant or has any seniority when he is in Yu Xing's team, and people often forget his identity.

In terms of teamwork, Wen Qinghuai is a very accommodating strategist. He can work well with anyone and is a versatile player. Zhao Mou had guessed that Yu Xing might want to bring Wen Qinghuai into the team, but Yu Xing had not made any move.

Now the two of them are alone in the dorm room. Both are mentally sharp thinkers, and they don't need any prompting to understand what they already know, so there's nothing to talk about... and it's very quiet.

On a piece of draft paper spread out in front of Zhao Mou were some short and peculiar keywords. After a while, he put down his pen and silently glanced behind him.

"..."

No matter how strange the school was, he hadn't experienced sharing a dorm room in a long time.

He actually wanted to strike up a conversation. Although he had most of Wen Qinghuai's information, this was the first time they had actually met. However, he couldn't find a topic to talk about.

Phrases and attempts to force common ground to get closer to Wen Qinghuai seemed to have little effect.

Zhao Mou took off his glasses. Without the lenses obscuring his face, his demeanor suddenly resembled that of Zhao Yijiu. He rubbed the bridge of his nose with his fingers and looked down at what he had written.

Just then, the dormitory door opened with a creak, followed by the sound of slow footsteps.

"You two are back." Yu Xing lazily walked to the door of Zhao Mou's cubicle, grabbed the wall with one hand, and peeked out, only to meet Zhao Mou's eyes.

"Hmm, for a second I thought it was Brother Jiu. Why aren't you wearing glasses?" He paused for a moment, then chuckled.

"You came back very quickly too." Wen Qinghuai pulled back the curtain on the other side.

Zhao Mou's first reaction was to grab his glasses and put them back on, then he smiled and asked, "So, have you found out what's going on in the girls' dormitory? How is Qu Xuanqing? What did she say?"