Falling into a Frenzy

In the empty school infirmary, Wu Yuwei sat alone on the edge of a hospital bed, staring blankly at the door.

Just minutes ago, when Ye Jiu had scooped her up into his arms and carried her here, she had thought she succeeded.

She had believed that Ye Jiu had chosen her over Qiqi, just as she expected.

She hadn't expected...

Ye Jiu had merely dropped her off at the infirmary before turning around and hurrying away.

"Where are you going?" Wu Yuwei had called out to him then, asking in confusion.

"Back to the field, to find Qiqi."

Qiqi...

Hearing that answer, the corners of Wu Yuwei's lips, which had been curled in triumph, instantly stiffened.

"You... didn't you choose me? Why are you still going after her!"

"I think you misunderstood, Xiao Wei. I only brought you here because you scraped your leg. I had no other intentions."

"...What does that mean? I confessed to you! I said I liked you—didn't you hear me?"

"Yes, thank you for your feelings, but I'm sorry, I cannot accept them."

It was as if a bolt of lightning had struck her from a clear blue sky; Wu Yuwei sat frozen on the bed, unable to move.

Ye Jiu... had actually rejected her confession?

How... how could this be?

No! This was absolutely impossible!

She was the school beauty, the "white moonlight" that countless boys dreamed of and could never attain!

In the past, she only needed to drop the slightest hint of interest—"Wow, you're amazing! Your dunk was so cool!" "Class monitor, you're so smart, you get first place every time! Can you teach me?" "This game is so hard, I always get stuck on the first level. How did you clear it so fast? Can you carry me, brother?"...

With just a few simple words and her beautiful, alluring face, men would immediately fall for her, trapped in a fanatical pursuit from which they couldn't extricate themselves.

She didn't play the field, yet she was already a legend within it.

For so many years, she had held the hearts of countless men in the palm of her hand, always in control, always standing on invincible ground.

She never imagined that her first true heartbeat would lead to such a crushing defeat at the hands of Ye Jiu!

This was her first real experience of falling in love, her first time taking the initiative to confess! She had even offered him her first kiss just moments ago!

How could Ye Jiu reject her?!

Now, sitting alone on the bed, her gaze unfocused as she stared in the direction where Ye Jiu had disappeared, Wu Yuwei's complexion shifted from red to white, then to a sickly black.

"Why... why didn't you choose me... how could you not choose me..."

Anger, resentment, grievance, and shock—all these emotions churned and knotted in her chest, eventually erupting into tears.

Thick, viscous black tears, mucus, and saliva streamed down her cheeks, dripping onto the floor and pooling into a puddle.

A pungent, fishy stench emanated from the black pool, filling the entire infirmary.

Black mist drifted out from the door and windows, rapidly spreading across the sky and soon shrouding the entire campus.

Outside the school gate, a girl wearing a sports skirt and carrying a racket stepped onto the grounds with her toned, long legs.

Seventh High School was a provincial key high school that operated under a closed-management system; as a student from the sports academy next door, she was originally ineligible to enter and could only wait outside the gate.

However, a girl wearing a Seventh High School uniform, thick glasses, and a high ponytail had suddenly appeared, chatted with the old security guard for a moment, and helped her sneak inside.

"Thanks a lot, classmate!"

The sports student thanked the bespectacled girl enthusiastically. Just as she was about to ask for her name, a thick, pungent odor rushed toward her.

The moment the black mist entered her nostrils, the girl's pupils were instantly stained a deep, scarlet red.

She didn't bother with further pleasantries, turned around, and followed her instincts, sprinting toward the field—her intended destination.

On the field, after responding to her feelings, Wen Nan was held tightly in the arms of Qiqi, who was sobbing uncontrollably.

It should have been a beautiful scene of a passionate embrace under the night sky, but for some reason, as the black mist swirled around them, the atmosphere began to warp.

The arms wrapped tightly around Wen Nan's neck tightened further, like the Monkey King's golden headband, constricting him until he could barely breathe.

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Wen Nan raised his hands to pull at Qiqi's arms, trying to get her to loosen her grip, but he couldn't budge them.

"Cough... Qiqi... cough... I can't breathe... cough... are you trying to murder your husband... cough..."

Yet, Qiqi remained deaf to Wen Nan's words, the strength in her arms growing ever greater.

What was wrong?

Was she... angry again?

Wen Nan gently stroked her hair, trying to soothe her, but as his palm touched the back of her head, he pulled away a clump of hair matted with blood.

[Ghost-fied?]

[Did Qiqi manifest again?]

But wasn't Big Brother Jiu Cilang immune to Qiqi before? They were just kissing and hugging a moment ago without any fear or suspicion appearing, so why would he reveal a flaw to Qiqi now?

This is the terrifying aspect of a female ghost in a berserk state.

Once a female ghost enters a berserk state, the trigger mechanism for their manifestation becomes a hundred times more sensitive. Subtle negative emotions that wouldn't have been enough to trigger a manifestation before can easily do so now.

So, they're basically like enhanced versions of TNT—they explode if you even touch them?

Pretty much.

We're done for.

GG.

Wen Nan, whose hand came away covered in hair, was gradually being enveloped by a sense of suffocation.

He couldn't let it go on like this; he had to find a way to break free.

Thinking of this, Wen Nan called out to the system in his mind: [9527].

9527: [I am here.]

BANG—!

At that moment, something hard came flying out of the darkness, striking Qiqi squarely on the back of her head.

A muffled groan escaped Qiqi's throat, and she finally released her grip on Wen Nan's neck.

Wen Nan gasped for air, struggling to breathe in fresh oxygen, yet all that filled his nose was the pungent, irritating mist.

Qiqi turned around, clutching the back of her head where she had been struck, and glared angrily at the floor.

A badminton racket lay on the ground, its metal frame bent from the impact.

It was this racket that had just struck Qiqi's head, and the force behind it was so great it seemed as if it were meant to crack her skull wide open.

"Who are you?!" Qiqi roared into the darkness.

A figure wearing a sports skirt stepped out from the shadows, her long legs striding forward.

Ignoring Qiqi's question, she walked straight up to Wen Nan, her pair of scarlet eyes locked onto him, and bellowed in a voice as raspy as a sawing log: "Why didn't you reply to my messages!"