Chapter 21 Happy University (Twenty-one)
To his surprise, Yan Chuxue just took a look and lay down again.
The bed creaked a few times and slowly stopped.
A man's dazed voice came from behind: "...Just go to sleep at night. Don't look, don't think. Seeing is not necessarily believing..."
As they spoke, they fell silent, leaving only the sound of steady breathing in the dormitory. A sobbing voice came from the upper bunk: "It's not the luminous watch, it's me... Please take me away from here..."
Feng Zhibei recognized it as Xiaomei's voice.
He thought for a while, then lay down again, closed his eyes and pretended not to hear.
By the way, he rubbed the liquid on his hands onto Yan Chuxue.
The mournful sound from the upper bunk mixed with the dripping of liquid made people feel a little uncomfortable.
Suddenly, a chilling gust of wind blew through the dormitory, and whispers echoed from behind. Feng Zhibei wrapped himself tightly in the quilt, listening to Yan Chuxue's breathing, and felt strangely at ease.
Yan Chuxue had no body temperature, but her breathing was real, and her back rose and fell against his back.
Perhaps it was because he worked non-stop during his lifetime and then got into the game after his death, which made him extremely nervous. This uneasy night was a hard-earned moment for him to relax.
Although I haven't slept in the same bed with someone for many years, it doesn't feel awkward now.
...When was the last time you slept in the same bed with someone, and with whom?
As Feng Zhibei was thinking, his consciousness gradually faded and he actually fell asleep.
The sounds of breathing came one after another.
Due to limited conditions, he did not sleep well. He was woken up by noises outside the dormitory every now and then, and after falling asleep, he had bizarre dreams.
In his dream, he sat in a boat, rowing across the lake behind the Feng family's mountain. It must have been winter, and his ears and throat, exposed to the elements, were painfully frozen. Amidst the thick fog, a shadowy figure sat in a replica of an antique pavilion in the middle of the lake.
His breathing became increasingly short. All was silent, and just as he was approaching, about to see the man's face, a loud bang exploded in his ears.
"Depend on!"
Feng Zhibei jumped up from the bed, her messy long red hair covering her entire face.
He roughly pushed his hair back and looked in the direction of the sound.
Yan Chuxue was grabbing someone and pushing him to the ground.
“You! Ahhhhhhhhh—”
The person who was pinned to the ground screamed like a pig being slaughtered, and the sound was very familiar.
Feng Zhibei kicked the quilt aside and first glanced at the wall beside him. There was no trace of anything on it. The dripping liquid last night seemed to be just an illusion. Only the broken mirror beside the sink told him that this was not a dream.
"Seeing is not necessarily believing..."
He repeated in a low voice.
"But people are real." Yan Chuxue continued without turning her head, "Come and see if you recognize me. If you don't, throw me out the window."
The men under his command burst into earth-shattering howls again: "How could you be like this..."
His voice stopped abruptly when he saw Feng Zhibei.
Feng Zhibei lowered his head and studied it for a long time: "Oh, a safety helmet."
He Yutong looked up, his thick bowl cut unable to hide his tears and collapse: "Holy shit, why is it you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have been chased by ghosts all night!"
The quintessence of Chinese culture with clear pronunciation recreates yesterday's classics.
Yan Chuxue looked at the two of them back and forth, withdrew her hand, and pulled up He Yutong, who was lying on the ground.
He Yutong was so frightened by what happened last night that his temperament changed drastically. He changed his previous cautious attitude and told them his experience while crying loudly.
A moving skeleton, bloodshot eyeballs as big as footballs, and green corrosive slime. This poor jar-head guy didn't sleep all night because he was just trying to escape.
I escaped from the dormitory building to the teaching building, and ran six or seven laps around the playground. I finally made it to sunrise. When I looked back, all the monsters had disappeared.
He was just about to leave the school when he realized that he had forgotten to bring his application for leaving the school. After being scolded by the security guard, he hurried back to the dormitory building. Not only did he not find the application form, but he was caught by Yan Chuxue.
Running six or seven laps in a row? You're in good shape!
Feng Zhibei's eyes turned from surprise and thought to passion when he looked at him.
He put on a perfectly composed smile and said, "We're just about to go to the secretary's office again. Do you want to join us?"
Having one more person to attract aggro and fight monsters makes it easier for you.
Yan Chuxue raised an eyebrow.
He Yutong's eyes welled up with tears when he heard this: "Really? You won't kill me on the way, will you?"
The corner of Feng Zhibei's mouth twitched.
How did this person grow so big? Is this a question that can be asked directly? A bad person will not tell you that he is a bad person.
He still had a gentle smile on his face. "Of course not. I don't have a resignation application form. I gave you the previous one, so I don't have it anymore. The situation was urgent, and you could easily get hurt if you stayed in the office."
There was a hint of concern and helplessness in his tone.
Yan Chuxue also spoke: "Yes, it's not safe here, so I attacked you just now. Sorry."
Feng Zhibei was surprised. He looked at Yan Chuxue, who also looked at him and blinked at him.
They looked at each other and miraculously reached a consensus without any verbal communication: drag this man on board the pirate ship.
He Yutong's overloaded brain couldn't think any more. He stopped sobbing, glanced at Yan Chuxue, then at Feng Zhibei. Instinctively, he felt something was wrong, but when he thought about Feng Zhibei giving him the application to leave school, he felt a little guilty: "I'm sorry, I thought too badly of you."
No, you didn't, we were so bad.
Feng Zhibei smiled.
Everyone left the dormitory without stopping for long. The journey was safe and they didn't see anything strange. What surprised Feng Zhibei the most was that there was someone in the dormitory building.
Several college students were chatting and laughing in the corridor, diluting the terrifying atmosphere of last night.
"It seems like that senior who took the postgraduate entrance exam so hard overstudied until the early hours last night that his retina detached!"
"So scary! It's the crucial moment, how is he going to take the exam..."
"Hey, there was also a senior medical student who stayed up all night in the lab. He dozed off and accidentally blew up the lab bench, injuring his arm!"
The sounds of communication gradually faded away.
He Yutong asked uncertainly, "Um...was the monster last night an NPC?"
Yan Chuxue nodded: "Yes, the dungeon will change after Heitian."
"ah……"
A bewildered expression appeared on his face. "I think I punched that eyeball last night. Will it have any effect on the NPC?"
Feng Zhibei and Yan Chuxue looked at each other.
Very good, not only can he run but he can also fight, he is really an expert at attracting hatred.
They praised He Yutong back and forth as if they were stroking a puppy's fur, making He Yutong blush all the way to his ears.
On the way to the teaching building, Feng Zhibei took a look at the barrage that had not been interacted with for a long time.
My son slept with a rich man
[Not only did the son sleep with a rich man, he also forgot his parents]
[The son and the rich man brought back a grandson]
[Plus, we have three generations living under one roof.]
Feng Zhibei: "..."
He ignored the comments and turned to check the previous patch email.
The entire email only contained a short line: Temporarily close the scene fusion of all copies and reopen it after finding a way to repair the wormhole.
It seemed that they were frightened by Yan Chuxue and B-367, and started to act in a one-size-fits-all manner again.
Yan Chuxue also saw the email and snorted coldly, "He can only do this kind of thing."
He Yutong looked at the mashup programmer cautiously and didn't dare to speak.
Feng Zhibei had been trying to get the simple-minded guy with the bowl-cut hair to talk all the way, and he had almost gotten all the information out of him.
For example, this person had actually passed one dungeon, but had stayed in the rest area before the second dungeon began, and had no means of contacting the outside world, so he had no idea who Yan Chuxue, the richest man, was.
For example, he is a support type. In the second copy of the support type, the categories: strength type and brain type will usually be triggered, but he has not triggered it so far, and is just a simple support type.
He Yutong kept muttering to himself worriedly until he arrived at the teaching building.
There was no one here, even the crows perched on the branches were much fewer. During the day, the light was bright and the bloodstains on the cement floor could be clearly seen.
He Yutong said that Tang Shui and the short little girl had a fight.
"Tang Shui and Min Xizhen?" Feng Zhibei was a little surprised.
No, she should be called Min Zhichun.
"Yes...it seems like another leader is missing. I don't know the details."
Yan Chuxue interrupted them: "It's best not to mix with people from the future, it's easy to get into trouble."
Without further explanation, he was the first to enter the teaching building.
He Yutong shrank his head and followed closely behind with Feng Zhibei.
The entire teaching building was filled with gusts of cold wind, and it was darker and more unsettling than yesterday.
They hadn't taken two steps when the door behind them slammed shut, the lights above their heads flickered a few times, and blurry figures around them swayed.
Feng Zhibei shuddered.
After one night, it was obvious that some unspeakable changes had occurred here. No wonder Chen Yingjie asked them to leave as early as possible.
The three of them walked forward quietly. Most of the classroom doors were closed, only one was open.
Feng Zhibei glanced at it out of the corner of his eye. It was a tiered classroom. On each level of the desks were people's heads with different expressions placed crookedly.
Some of them looked out the door, tears of blood in their eyes.
Yan Chuxue said solemnly: "Be careful later. There may be other players in the dungeon. Just do what you should do."
Feng Zhibei nodded. He Yutong, who was standing by, felt something was amiss. As he neared the secretary's office, he finally mustered up the courage to ask quietly, "What are you going to do?"
Feng Zhibei was silent for a while, and a serious expression appeared on his face, which scared He Yutong.
"Actually, we need your help. Only you can do this," he said sincerely, looking the other person straight in the eye. "Can you please attract the secretary's attention for a moment? I'll give you 20,000 points as a reward after we leave the dungeon. This matter is really important to me, please!"
Yan Chuxue's look is hard to describe.
He Yutong felt something was wrong again, but when he thought of the kindness and encouragement given to him by the red-haired man in front of him, as well as the 20,000 points.
He only accumulated 5,000 points after the last copy!
So he nodded, feeling that he had a heavy responsibility and must not let people down.
Feng Zhibei thought to himself, sincerity is indeed a killer skill.
But it is hard to say how sincere this is.
Yan Chuxue leaned close to his ear and whispered, "Where did you get the 20,000 points to give him?"
Feng Zhibei looked up at him and said as a matter of course: "Of course you gave it to me. I didn't say it was me who gave it to me... You won't deny the debt, will you?"
Yan Chuxue: “……?”
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