[∑(;°Д°)]
[∑(O_O;)]
[(Д)ノ]
[No, why'd you have to provoke her? Once she starts crying, the whole campus gets a buff.]
[Well, now those tears aren't stopping anytime soon.]
[What's there to be afraid of? This is the big shot Ye Jiu we're talking about, not some newbie scrub.]
[True. Even if a female ghost appears, the big shot isn't afraid. Without any fear to feed on, those female ghosts aren't even his targets. They can't do anything to him.]
[No big deal.]
[No, it's no big deal for the big shot, but I'm scared just watching this!]
[Then go out the door and turn right. Go watch Kuroko's Basketball.]
[No, I live here now. I heard we're going to spend the weekend with Big Bear later. There's no way I'm leaving.]
[Lurking.]
On campus, Wen Nan heard the system prompt in his mind and chuckled.
It seemed his earlier guess had been right. The school beauty Wu Yuwei liked being rejected by him? The more firmly he rejected her, the higher her affection for him climbed.
What a strange state of mind... Did she like men more when she couldn't have them?
Unable to figure it out, Wen Nan decided not to think about it anymore. He'd already found the right answer for winning over the school beauty, so from now on, he could focus mainly on Aunt Mei.
Feeling carefree, Wen Nan left the flower bed and headed straight for the classroom building.
He'd only taken a couple of steps when black mist swirled around his feet. His shoe came down in a sticky puddle, and he stopped to look at it. The sole had been soaked with thick, black blood.
This black mist... Blood was seeping out of it?
Wen Nan's expression darkened a little. He wasn't afraid; he was just worried about getting his clothes dirty and being unable to have a wonderful weekend.
As he was thinking about it, a plump, bulky figure charged toward him.
"Boss, wait! Don't leave me here alone!"
Wen Nan furrowed his brow and hurriedly dodged to the side. He avoided the fat guy's charge, but not the water splashed up by his feet.
A row of black blood spots quickly soaked into Wen Nan's pant leg.
Wen Nan's expression turned cold as he looked down at the fat guy.
The fat guy lowered his head sheepishly and scratched the back of it. "Sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just... too scared."
Wen Nan didn't understand. "You're just going to class. What's there to be scared of?"
The fat guy hesitated, then finally said, "I... I've hated school since I was little."
Wen Nan understood even less. "If you hate school, why'd you pick this as your target?"
The fat guy threw caution to the wind. "It's just my thing."
Wen Nan gave the fat guy a long look, then said nothing more and turned to head upstairs to the classroom.
The fat guy immediately trotted after him, staying close. Along the way, he kept trying to sidle up to Wen Nan, chattering away. "Boss, I checked. We're in the same class, Class 3-2. I saw your test paper on the homeroom teacher's desk. You didn't score that much higher than me. If you'd chosen it back then, I bet..."
The fat guy's words abruptly trailed off.
Before they knew it, the two of them had reached the entrance to Class 3-2. The moment they stepped over the threshold, a sinister, terrifying aura washed over them.
Then, the sight before them made the fat guy wet himself.
All the students in the classroom wore the same Seventh High School uniforms and sat neatly in their seats, as motionless as puppets.
Every one of them had their back to the lectern. The moment they sensed Wen Nan and the fat guy enter, they all twisted their necks a hundred and eighty degrees, looking at the two of them in a completely inhuman pose.
Every student's face was as pale as ash. They had no eyeballs, and thick black blood ran from their hollow sockets. Their mouths stretched to their ears as they spoke in hoarse, unison voices:
"You're here? Welcome, welcome."
[(;)]
[(/ω＼)]
[(((д;)))]
[Holy shit.]
[Green protects us.]
[An opening-screen jump scare?]
[See? The streamer just had to go and provoke the school beauty. Now the whole classroom's turned into ghosts.]
[Wang Xiaoer's scared himself silly. Good thing his target isn't a female ghost, or she'd have been drawn over by his fear already.]
[By the way, why does the streamer still have no expression?]
[Isn't he scared?]
[How could anyone not be scared by this?]
[But he's even smiling...]
[Could he be expressionless?]
[Obviously not. The big shot really isn't scared at all. Otherwise, there are at least three of his targets at this school who would've sensed his fear and attacked him together by now.]
[The big shot's so steady.]
[dlnb]
[dlnb]
At the classroom entrance, the fat guy grabbed Wen Nan's arm with such force that Wen Nan hissed in pain and turned to look at him.
The fat guy was even paler than the students in the classroom. "Boss, I need to pee."
Wen Nan: "...Then go."
The fat guy smacked his lips. "Could you... come with me?"
Wen Nan looked at the fat guy in bewilderment. "Are we a couple of little girls in kindergarten? We have to go to the bathroom together?"
Just then, a faint voice came from a corner of the classroom. "Bro! Over here!"
Qiqi waved her arm energetically at Wen Nan, signaling for him to sit beside her.
Wen Nan smiled and answered her, then tossed the fat guy a parting remark: "Go pee by yourself." He headed toward Qiqi.
The fat guy stood at the entrance, looking at the rows of ghostly faces inside the classroom, then at the gloomy corridor leading to the bathroom behind him. In the end, he gritted his teeth and decided to go to the bathroom.
But the moment he stepped inside, a few seconds later—
"Mom! Homeroom teacher! I want to improve so badly! I'll never leave your office again!"
With a heart-wrenching scream, the fat guy sprinted toward the homeroom teacher's office.
Wen Nan had just sat down when Qiqi immediately took a bag from her desk drawer, opened it, and held it out to him. "Here, have some."
It was full of colorful gummies, popsicles, instant noodles, spicy strips, and other snacks.
Wen Nan picked out a bag of spicy strips, tore it open, and took out a red, chili-oil-coated piece of bean curd. He held it to Qiqi's lips.
Qiqi froze for a moment and glanced to the side to make sure no one in the classroom was paying attention to them. Only then did she open her mouth and take the entire piece in.
Her warm lips brushed Wen Nan's fingers, soft and damp. Wen Nan rubbed his fingertips together, feeling the touch that lingered there, and found his gaze drawn to Qiqi's lips.
They were red and glistening now, like the flesh of a peeled cherry.
"Is it good?" Wen Nan asked softly.
Qiqi nodded hard. "It's good, bro. You should try some too."
"Okay."
Qiqi froze for a moment, her eyelashes trembling. Only after Wen Nan pulled away did she come back to her senses and let out a small cry. "Oh!"
Her little face instantly flushed red. She lay down on the desk and buried her face in her arms. Her muffled voice came through the gap between the desk and her arms. "So many of our classmates are watching..."
"So what if they're watching?" Wen Nan shrugged.
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