The photo on the student ID had been scratched out, leaving only the name and class.
Miao Rouning actually remembered very little about Ying Jiajia herself.
But she remembered that name clearly.
Because whenever she bullied her, she would mockingly call out that name while yanking hard on her long hair, hauling her entire body up as though trying to tear her apart.
After Miao Rouning forced Ying Jiajia to drop out, she had gloated about it for a long time.
But tonight, she never could have imagined that she would see that name again, much less in such a sinister, horrifying way.
At first, Miao Rouning was so frightened that her whole body shook, but as she gradually recovered her wits, an uncontrollable surge of furious rage welled up inside her.
There were no ghosts in this world.
Only people pretending to be ghosts.
Someone was definitely using Ying Jiajia as a cover to mess with her. They must have a death wish!
Miao Rouning clenched her fingers, her long, red-painted nails digging deep into her palms, revealing just how vicious and hateful she felt.
The bed was unusable for the time being.
Miao Rouning took a shower and had someone throw away all the sheets and covers stained with blood from an unknown source.
She stared darkly at the bunk above hers-the bed that had been "dripping blood."
That had originally been Ying Jiajia's bed.
After Ying Jiajia dropped out, she had simply claimed it as her own, piling all sorts of belongings and clutter on it as she pleased.
Who could have imagined what would happen today...
Whenever she thought of that bed covered in blood, the black blood still dripping down, and Ying Jiajia's student ID that someone had slipped under her pillow at some unknown point... a wave of revulsion and chills swept through Miao Rouning.
She would drag out whoever was playing tricks in the shadows and make them regret ever doing it!
Elsewhere.
When Chen Yuxiang and Ning Dantong learned that the plan had worked, they both smiled secretly in their dorm rooms, though they could not meet to share their joy for fear of arousing suspicion.
After that.
Miao Rouning began suspecting everyone in her dorm, leaving the entire room on edge.
During the day, Miao Rouning sought out Ning Dantong for a chat. After a night of nightmares and poor sleep, she could not even conceal her dark circles, and the malice in her eyes had only grown stronger.
She told Ning Dantong viciously, "Tongtong, I suspect that bitch Qiao is behind this."
Ning Dantong's heart gave a sharp jump, but she remained perfectly composed, playing along to draw her in. "Really? That's certainly possible. She's probably holding a grudge against you."
"Exactly!" Miao Rouning said bitterly. "I'll tear her apart tomorrow! How dare she mess with me."
"But Rourou, there's something I need to tell you." Ning Dantong put on a grave, worried expression. "Ying Jiajia... is dead."
"What?!"
Miao Rouning's eyes went wide, as though she had just heard some terrifying ghost story.
"That's right. You remember, don't you? Her mental state wasn't very good even before she dropped out..."
"Well, that was because she was weak. What does that have to do with us?" Miao Rouning scoffed.
"Yes, it has nothing to do with us, but if she really became a vengeful ghost, would she come after us...?"
As Ning Dantong spoke, she watched Miao Rouning's expression.
Seeing that her suspicion outweighed her fear, she added casually:
"And you remember how Teacher Chang pressured Ying Jiajia before, right? Apparently, something strange happened in his room last night too."
Miao Rouning froze for a moment and asked, "What happened?"
"There was a woman's hair in his room, about the same length as Ying Jiajia's. Do you remember what color her hair was?"
Miao Rouning frowned as she tried to recall. "How would I remember all that about her? She was a bookworm. What color could her hair have been besides black?"
"Probably," Ning Dantong said, continuing to fish for information. "She was so ordinary that she left no impression on me at all. Did she wear glasses or not?"
"Who knows? It was months ago."
Miao Rouning's brow furrowed even deeper, the blank look on her face revealing that she could not remember what Ying Jiajia looked like at all.
Seeing that, Ning Dantong nodded and stopped asking.
Then Miao Rouning pressed, "How did you find out about what happened in Teacher Chang's room?"
"Our whole class knows. During our morning run today, we happened to be passing nearby and saw Teacher Chang throwing away a girl's black wig with a disgusted look."
Miao Rouning said in disgust, "Unbelievable. Who the hell has a death wish?"
Ning Dantong shook her head and warned her with feigned concern, "Anyway, better to believe it than dismiss it. Rourou, you should be careful these next few days."
Miao Rouning stared at her in disbelief. "Hey, do you even know what you're saying? Some cheap little trick was enough to scare you? I'm telling you, ghosts don't exist. It's probably that Qiao Qiao, pulling these little stunts because she's scared we'll go after her. Now I'm determined to make her life hell."
Ning Dantong fell silent.
Then she suddenly heard Miao Rouning ask, "Right, how do you know Ying Jiajia is dead?"
"Our families are from the same place, remember? I heard about it."
Ning Dantong had actually gotten that information from one of her fake friends and had casually put it to use.
After hearing that explanation, Miao Rouning abruptly fell silent too, her gaze flickering with unreadable thoughts.
Nothing else happened for the rest of the day.
Apart from Che Quan having to seek out Jiang Cong in the principal's office to relieve his skin hunger syndrome, everything was "calm and peaceful."
When the principal saw how familiar Jiang Cong and Che Quan seemed with each other, his face immediately turned pale and ashen. He remained stiff the entire time, terrified that Jiang Cong might turn on him.
Fortunately, they soon left the principal's office.
Just as Che Quan had expected, the episodes of skin hunger syndrome grew progressively worse, each more severe than the last.
The skin contact he needed also gradually escalated.
At first, touching fingertips or finger pads had been enough to relieve it. Now, even being forcibly held by Jiang Cong felt as frustratingly ineffective as scratching an itch through a boot.
Che Quan could not help growing a little restless and irritable.
What he did not know was that the live comments were also becoming increasingly unhinged.
-At first, the viewers had not understood what the little beauty and the big shot were doing in the dark, or why every time the two appeared alone together, it was always pitch-black.
But as this happened again and again, the sharp-eyed viewers gradually picked up on the clues.
They pooled their ideas in the live comments, coming up with all sorts of wild theories and deductions, before finally reaching a tentative consensus: the big shot and the little beauty were "fighting" in the dark.
Of course, this was no ordinary kind of fighting.
But because neither was willing to "submit to being underneath," they made such a racket every time!
So how was this fighting? They were clearly battling over who got to be on top.
And so the live comments shifted to-
[Today, I'm betting everything I own that the big shot tops. I'm going all in on this gamble.]
[Say no more, girls. I'm betting the little beauty's on top, riding him himself. Slurp, slurp.]
[The commenter above is awfully brave. Aren't you scared the little beauty will crush you?]
[The little beauty in aristocratic clothes looks so seductive and noble when his fangs come out, pant pant. My phantom dick is hard!]
[? School uniform plus fangs is the ultimate combo, okay? Innocent yet sexy supremacy.]
[Help, I just got here and I'm already drowning in panties.jpg]
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