Chapter 17 Happy University (Seventeen)

The barrage of comments started to flood in as soon as Yan Chuxue appeared. Feng Zhibei wanted to take the opportunity to see if there was any information he could get, but it had to be said that the kind of anchor you have will have the kind of audience you like. The focus of the barrage of comments was always on Yan Chuxue's appearance and gossip.

He couldn't open his mouth to ask about the other party's weaknesses and skills, so he could only hide behind a tree, reading the barrage while staring at the man by the lake, clasping his palms anxiously.

[The richest man's outfit has remained the same for ten years, classic and timeless]

[This is so funny! I just saw the penalty document coming down and I was thrown into the novice village.]

[The richest man doesn't make any investments every day, and you can only see him when he is fined. It is really rare.]

Guess if the red-haired boy can survive against the richest man?

The answer is no.

The answer is absolutely not.

Yan Chuxue stood by the lake for a long time, so long that Feng Zhibei was about to burst out, when he suddenly turned around and walked towards Feng Zhibei.

Feng Zhibei's heart was in his throat. He slowly took out the fruit knife, his whole body tense, even his breathing became much softer.

The other party stopped not far away, and before Feng Zhibei could react, his figure suddenly disappeared.

Then, he felt his arm aching and his neck was pinched hard, and a piercing pain came over him.

"Dang."

The fruit knife fell to the ground.

"What are you doing here?"

The man's emotionless voice rang out behind his ears. Feng Zhibei was strangled to the point of being unable to breathe, and a hoarse sound came out of his throat as he struggled continuously.

Given the huge disparity in power, he no longer expected to attack Yan Chuxue, he just wanted to escape.

The hand around my neck suddenly loosened.

Feng Zhibei fell to the ground, coughing heart-wrenchingly, with tears flowing from the corners of his eyes. He looked very pitiful.

Yan Chuxue squatted down and looked at him: "Sorry, I just forgot that you can't speak like this."

Feng Zhibei:?

He looked at Yan Chuxue with difficulty while coughing. The other person's eyes were very sincere, as if she was just trying to apologize.

"Are you a player?" Yan Chuxue saw that he didn't say anything for a long time, then asked, "Who in your group has successfully spawned the scene fusion? Has it come out yet?"

Feng Zhibei suddenly became alert. He pretended to be confused and frightened, coughed violently a few times, and shook his head: "No, I don't know..."

While coughing, he secretly observed whether there was any chance of escape.

Yan Chuxue looked at him for a while, her red eyes like some kind of crow observing humans. After a while, she looked away and stood up.

By the way, he also picked up Feng Zhibei from the ground.

He supported Feng Zhibei and even kindly helped him brush off the dust behind him.

...This person must be sick.

Feng Zhibei's whole body was stiff, and he forced a smile: "Thank you."

He was about to slip away quickly while Yan Chuxue didn't react.

"Don't go, accompany me to Building A."

A hand patted his shoulder.

When Feng Zhibei heard this, he wanted to punch him on the spot.

The richest man came up and grabbed his neck and shook him, then wanted him to accompany him to the secretary's office.

He had never seen anyone behave in such a schizophrenic manner before; he must be seriously ill.

But I couldn't beat him, so I could only feel frustrated.

Yan Chuxue bent down, picked up the fruit knife from the ground, and spun it around.

Feng Zhibei took a half step back, all the nerves in his body tense, alert to the other party's movements.

Yan Chuxue looked at the knife in her hand, then looked at his expression, and seemed to understand something.

"...I don't mean anything else. I just want you to help me find something."

Feng Zhibei: "Okay, you have to return the knife to me, and I will go with you."

He stared at the rusty fruit knife and said, "You can see that I'm just a new anchor. I don't have any other life-saving tools. I had to search this harmless fruit knife from the dormitory building with great difficulty. If you give it back to me, I'll feel more at ease."

A fruit knife with no lethality: a knife that can kill a monster with just one stab.

Yan Chuxue thought for a moment, and just when Feng Zhibei thought he would be able to regain his weapon and strike him with a knife, he suddenly threw the knife upwards.

Feng Zhibei watched helplessly as the fruit knife that was there just now disappeared into thin air.

He opened his mouth, feeling that the situation was heading in an outrageous direction.

"Put my backpack down first, I'll give it to you when we get there." Yan Chuxue stretched her neck a few times, her beaked mask gleaming with a cold metallic luster. "Please show me the way. I haven't been here for a long time, and I really can't find the way to the teaching building."

Feng Zhibei had nothing to say and could only lead him away.

During this period, he tried many times to find a way around and get rid of the other party, but failed, and there were many fingerprints on his neck.

The other party seemed very polite. Every time after grabbing his neck, he would say sorry sincerely, but he would use the same trick to grab people the next time.

When they were approaching the teaching building, Yan Chuxue suddenly asked him to stop.

"Go around through the back door and follow me."

"I remember you just told me to lead the way, but didn't tell me to follow you in."

Feng Zhibei stared at the mashup programmer coldly.

Yan Chuxue raised the corner of her eye and said, "You remembered it wrongly. I said to accompany me in to find someone."

...Well, what can we do? We can't win by fighting.

Under Feng Zhibei's strong protest, Yan Chuxue barely controlled her habit of grabbing people's necks for no reason and instead grabbed his hands to control him.

Yan Chuxue's hands were as cold as death.

Only then did Feng Zhibei realize that he actually had body temperature.

As he was pulled into the teaching building, he lowered his head and thought.

Wasn't I dead? Why did the dead still have body temperature? Or was my body temperature the normal temperature of a dead person? Then was the other person actually human?

He looked at the small part of Yan Chuxue's face that was exposed. It was so white that it was translucent, and the blood vessels under the skin were faintly visible. The eyeballs under the eyelashes were like red glass balls. In short, it didn't look like a real person.

The eye turned to him, "What are you looking at?"

"No, no."

Feng Zhibei turned his head away.

No matter whether he is a human or a ghost, he has been dead for a long time, so there is nothing to be afraid of.

Besides, most of Yan Chuxue's face was covered by the mask, so even if she looked scary, it couldn't be seen now.

They walked in the empty corridor, their footsteps echoing one after another.

The corridor is still the same as when I came here, but because I entered from the back door, the distribution of the classrooms is slightly different.

The classrooms here are more crowded, the lighting is dimmer, the doors are closed, and they seem to have been abandoned for a long time.

Feng Zhibei felt something was wrong as he listened.

There was one more footstep, and it seemed to come from above.

His hair stood on end and he carefully squeezed the other person's hand: "Do you feel...that there seems to be someone else here besides us?"

Yan Chuxue still strode forward: "It's okay, it's not a human."

Feng Zhibei:...?

As he happened to pass by a classroom, he glanced at the window out of the corner of his eye and saw three blurry figures reflected in the dim window.

One of them was right behind him and looked like a person hanging upside down from the ceiling.

His long hair was about to sweep across his back.

Oh no.

Feng Zhibei withdrew his gaze, quickened his pace, and tried to put as much distance between himself and the person behind him as possible.

A faint voice came from behind: "Junior... why are you walking so fast..."

The voice sounded like that of a man or a woman, as if it had walked through an ice cellar. It carried a distinct chilling aura that was extremely disturbing.

"Don't move."

Yan Chuxue squeezed Feng Zhibei's hand, stopped, and didn't look back.

The footsteps above my head also stopped.

The lights flashed twice, and then several lights in the distance began to go out. The entire corridor was almost swallowed by darkness, with only the light above their heads remaining.

In the dim light, a shadow hanging from the ceiling appeared on the floor.

Feng Zhibei didn't dare to look back. Firstly, although Yan Chuxue was dangerous, she showed very high fighting power. He had already boarded a pirate ship and lost a fruit knife. He couldn't do the monster-killing job. Secondly, the appearance of the ghost behind him was still unclear. If it lost its sanity like Fei Skull, he would probably be scared to death.

He glanced at Yan Chuxue beside him, ready to wait for the other party to take action before making any plans.

Yan Chuxue's face was obscured, and her expression could not be seen. All she could hear was a slightly puzzled voice coming from the mask: "When did a new ghost appear?"

The ghost behind him was getting a little impatient. Its long hair swept across Feng Zhibei's face, successfully giving him goose bumps.

Then a hand filled with the smell of fish and decay rested on his shoulder.

"Junior, look back at me, am I good-looking..."

The sound was almost right next to my ear, and the same unpleasant smell was emitted with the air flow.

Feng Zhibei's face was turning green. This smell was clearly the stench of a decomposing corpse. With the smell already at this level, the integrity of the person behind him was simply unimaginable.

He screamed silently in his heart, and was so irritated that he couldn't speak. He could only squeeze Yan Chuxue's hand hard and frantically hint to her to solve it quickly.

Yan Chuxue's eyelashes trembled slightly when she was pinched, and she sighed.

"Go to the side and hide."

Then he let go of Feng Zhibei's hand and turned around.

The Hanged Ghost was attracted by Yan Chuxue and released his hand on Feng Zhibei's shoulder. "Junior, take a look at me and see if I look good."

Feng Zhibei quickly took a few steps forward.

Now the whole corridor was filled with an unsettling atmosphere. He didn't dare to go far. He found a place that looked safe and leaned against the wall to look at Yan Chuxue.

“…”

He calmly addressed the comments: "Guys, it's a good thing I didn't look back just now, otherwise I would have lost my life here."

The hanged ghost had messy long hair crawling with dense maggots. There were several holes rotted out on his face, and yellow fat was overflowing from it. Some completely rotten areas revealed white bones and whitish red flesh, and his two shriveled eyeballs were almost falling out.

What he was wearing was also very shabby, an ordinary shirt and trousers stained with dirt, revealing a pair of half-rotten bony hands.

It makes one's scalp tingle just by looking at it.

Yan Chuxue simply moved her wrists a few times and raised her eyes, "It's not your junior, he's a bit ugly."

The Hanged Ghost was quiet for a few seconds, and after realizing what kind of answer he had received, he screamed and shot his hair towards Yan Chuxue.

A few writhing maggots clattered to the ground, writhing still.

Yan Chuxue's eyes were sharp. After dodging, she suddenly jumped up and kicked it with a sweeping kick.

Feng Zhibei was stunned: "...the more skilled you are, the more courageous you become."

The comments on the live broadcast page suddenly started to flash wildly.

"What's wrong? Behind me? There's a wall behind me."

Feng Zhibei was struggling to read the comments in the dim light when he was suddenly tapped twice on the shoulder.

A muffled sound came from the wall.

"Junior, can you play with me for a while?"

The author has something to say:

Thank you everyone (bow) (bow)

Today I wrote about a future couple holding hands. Although neither of them had that kind of feeling, I was quite excited.