A Pleasant Beginning

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[Seriously, why did you have to provoke her? Once she starts crying, the entire campus gets a full stack of buffs.]

[Well, it's done now. Those tears aren't stopping anytime soon.]

[What are you afraid of? This is the big boss Ye Jiu, not some newbie scrub.]

[True. Even if a female ghost manifests, the boss isn't afraid. Without fear, those ghosts aren't his targets, so they won't do anything to him.]

[No big deal.]

[No, it's no big deal for the boss, but I'm terrified just looking at it.]

[Then you can turn right at the door and go watch Kuroko's Basketball.]

[No, I'm staying right here. I heard we're going to spend the weekend with Big Bear later; I'm not leaving even if it kills me.]

[Camping here.]

On campus, Wen Nan chuckled as he heard the system notification in his mind.

It seemed his previous guess was correct: the school beauty, Wu Yuwei, actually liked being rejected by him? The more firmly he rejected her, the higher her favorability toward him climbed.

He couldn't understand this strange mentality... Was it that the more unattainable a man was, the more she liked him?

Unable to figure it out, Wen Nan decided to stop thinking about it. Since he already had the standard answer for conquering the school beauty, he could focus his attention on Aunt Mei from now on.

Feeling lighthearted, Wen Nan left the flower bed and headed straight for the teaching building.

After taking only two steps, black mist began to permeate the ground. His sole stepped into a puddle of sticky liquid. Wen Nan stopped and lifted his foot to look, discovering that his shoe was soaked in thick, black blood.

This black mist... it was actually seeping blood?

Wen Nan's expression soured. It wasn't out of fear, but rather concern that he might dirty his clothes and be unable to "have a wonderful weekend."

Just as he was thinking this, a round, plump figure charged toward him.

"Master, wait for me! Don't leave me all alone!"

Wen Nan frowned slightly and hurriedly dodged to the side. However, while he avoided the fat man's impact, he couldn't avoid the liquid splashing up from under his feet.

A row of black blood droplets quickly soaked into Wen Nan's pant leg.

Wen Nan's face turned cold as he looked down at the fat man.

The fat man lowered his head in embarrassment and scratched the back of his neck. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I was just... too scared."

Wen Nan didn't understand. "We're just going to class, what's there to be afraid of?"

The fat man hesitated, wanting to say something, but finally only muttered, "I... I've hated school since I was a kid."

Wen Nan was even more baffled. "If you hate school, why did you choose this as your target?"

The fat man said with a 'to hell with it' attitude, "I just like this type."

Wen Nan gave the fat man a deep look, said nothing more, and turned to walk toward the classroom upstairs.

The fat man immediately broke into a jog to keep up, constantly crowding toward Wen Nan's side while rambling, "Master, I checked. We're in the same class, Class 3-2. I saw your test paper on the teacher's desk; it wasn't much higher than mine. If you had chosen back then, I reckon..."

The fat man's words cut off abruptly.

Without realizing it, the two of them had reached the entrance of the Class 3-2 classroom. The moment they stepped over the threshold, they felt a sinister, terrifying aura wash over them.

Immediately after, the scene before them made the fat man wet himself.

Inside the classroom, every student was wearing the standard Seventh High School uniform, sitting neatly at their desks like wooden puppets, completely motionless.

They were all facing away from the podium. The moment they sensed Wen Nan and the fat man enter, every student simultaneously twisted their necks one hundred and eighty degrees, looking at the two in a highly unnatural, anti-human posture.

Each student's face was as pale as wall ash. They had no pupils, and thick, black blood flowed from their hollow eye sockets. Their lips split open to their ears as a raspy voice rang out in unison:

"You've arrived? Welcome, welcome."

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[Holy crap.]

[Green protects us.]

[Jump scare right at the start?]

[See? I told the streamer not to provoke the school beauty for no reason. Now the whole classroom has turned into ghosts.]

[Wang Xiaoer is so scared he's practically wetting himself. It's a good thing his target isn't a female ghost, or he would've been dragged off by his own fear by now.]

[Seriously, why does the streamer still have no expression?]

[Is he not afraid?]

[How could anyone be completely unafraid in this situation?]

[But he's even... smiling...]

[Maybe he has facial paralysis?]

[Obviously not. The big shot is genuinely not afraid. Otherwise, with at least three of his targets in this school, they would've sensed his fear and swarmed him by now.]

[The big shot is still as steady as ever.]

[dlnb]

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At the classroom entrance, the fatty grabbed Wen Nan's arm with such force that Wen Nan hissed in pain and turned to look at him.

The fatty's face was even paler than the students inside the classroom. "Boss, I need to pee."

Wen Nan: "...Then go."

The fatty smacked his lips. "Could you... come with me?"

Wen Nan looked at the fatty, bewildered. "Are we little girls in kindergarten? Do we need to go to the bathroom together?"

As they spoke, a soft, thin voice called out from the corner of the classroom: "Brother! Over here!"

Qiqi waved her arms vigorously at Wen Nan, signaling for him to sit next to her.

Wen Nan responded with a smile, then tossed a parting remark to the fatty: "If you need to pee, go yourself." He then strode toward Qiqi.

The fatty stood at the doorway, glancing at the ghostly faces inside the classroom, then back at the deep, dark corridor leading to the restrooms. Finally, gritting his teeth, he decided to head for the bathroom.

However, just seconds after he stepped inside—

"Mommy! Teacher! I want to study so badly! I'll never leave your office again!"

Accompanied by a heart-wrenching scream, the fatty bolted toward the head teacher's office.

As soon as Wen Nan sat in his seat, Qiqi immediately pulled a bag from her desk drawer, opened it, and held it out to him. "Here, have some."

Inside were all sorts of colorful snacks: gummy candies, ice pops, crispy noodles, and spicy strips.

Wen Nan picked out a pack of spicy strips, tore it open, pulled out a bright red bean curd stick coated in chili oil, and held it to Qiqi's lips.

Qiqi froze for a moment, glancing to the side to make sure no one in the classroom was watching them, before opening her mouth and taking the entire bean curd stick in.

Her warm lips brushed against Wen Nan's fingers, soft and damp. Wen Nan rubbed his fingertips, feeling the lingering sensation, his gaze drifting involuntarily to Qiqi's lips.

Those lips were now flushed red and glistening, like the flesh of a peeled cherry.

"Is it good?" Wen Nan asked softly.

Qiqi nodded vigorously. "It's good. Brother, you should try some too."

"Alright."

Qiqi was stunned for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering. Only after Wen Nan pulled back did she snap out of it, followed by a soft gasp: "Oh my!"

Her little face flushed bright red instantly. She slumped onto the desk, burying her face in her arms, her voice muffled as it drifted out from the gap between the desk and her arms: "So many classmates are watching..."

"Let them watch," Wen Nan shrugged.