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When danger struck, where had their bodyguards gone? Had the author eaten them?

And then, the incident happened in January. Everyone would have been bundled up. How could a single stab have reached flesh?

And then there were those shadowy figures. Were they assassins? Did every strike hit its mark?

Was Ms. Deng really so unlucky that one stab hit a major artery and killed her on the spot?

The author might as well have thrown the readers' brains on the floor and stomped on them. What kind of person came up with a plot like this?

The new chapter felt nothing like the one before it. A redemptive Campus Story had turned into a bizarre action movie.

Could a fictional world like this really develop into a real one?

Shen Baili had so many complaints she didn't know where to begin. Right now, she was ready to tear the whole thing apart.

To her, Ms. Deng and friends like Meng Jiu'an, as well as classmates she recognized but had never spoken to, were all living people.

Shen Baili couldn't accept that some so-called plot could control their lives.

Once a fictional world became real, why should its people's lives still be ruled by the plot instead of belonging to them?

[Was their world real?

One day, Lu Mingqian suddenly found himself wondering that.

There were too many coincidences. Everything was too convenient, as though an unseen hand were steering them all toward a predetermined end.

On the very day the temperature happened to rise in winter, they happened to have PE for their last class. Most of the students happened to be wearing thin athletic uniforms. Ms. Deng's ex-husband happened to join forces with troublemakers from the school next door, and their bodyguards happened to be held up for