Chapter 29: Club Recruitment (Part 6)
Entrance of 201.
Mu Yu's long black hair had not yet been put up, and it fell behind him like a waterfall, with a few strands of hair softly nestling on his chest.
A black snake-patterned long skirt was wrapped around him, with the hem dragging very long. Because it was hurriedly sewn by hand, it was very rough, and the snake tail had not been sewn in time. But fortunately, it was cut well, and the skirt fit the curve of the body tightly. The waist was tightened by the golden cloth, making it look slender.
Mu Yu has a very small face - he usually wears glasses, so others can hardly see it. But once he takes off the annoying covering, his entire face is revealed without reservation.
She has an oval face, slightly upturned eyes, and almond-shaped eyes. The overall lines are very soft, so even if she wears women's clothes, there is no sense of incongruity, and she even looks very beautiful.
This beautiful face coupled with his expressionless look at the moment makes it look particularly attractive.
Jiang Shuyue felt as if he was being whipped by Mu Yu's cold eyes. He swallowed his saliva involuntarily, then froze, secretly cursing himself for being an M? !
Mu Yu could feel a warm gaze coming from the left.
At this moment, all the shame and madness he had felt when he was forced to wear this women's clothing and this wig before disappeared... It seemed that it was not impossible for him to try it on!
His ears were quietly dyed red, but his face remained calm. Mu Yu took out his glasses and put them on, then asked Jiang Shuyue seriously, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Shuyue stuttered, "I, I, I want to say that Senior Wangwangwang and I are planning to go to the club office to check it out!"
When these words were spoken, everyone was stunned, and all their thoughts that had flown away due to Mu Yu's shock were pulled back.
Mu Yu restrained his expression and asked, "Are you sure you are ready?"
"Ah, yes, that's right." Jiang Shuyue looked away and coughed to barely get rid of the blush on his face. "It's a waste of time to stay in the classroom, so we thought we might as well go and give it a try. We've all read the note Ye Sui gave us!"
Mu Yu had thought that Jiang Shuyue and Wang Haiyang might choose to be the first group to go up, but he didn't expect them to act so quickly.
He asked, "Do you want a few people to guard you outside?"
Bird brother, who was sewing clothes, came over and said worriedly, "Yes, you go in, we'll be guarding outside, and you can call us anytime if you have any problems!"
Jiang Shuyue shook his head and rejected their kindness.
"People who don't meet the requirements can't enter that room at all, and those who enter have to close the door. So even if something happens to us in there, you can't help us outside, right?"
"And even if your group is ready and meets the requirements to enter, what are the chances that two groups of people can enter the community office at the same time? What are the chances that you can help us if something happens to us?"
This is indeed a problem. Mu Yu pursed her lips.
"In this instance, I feel the greatest danger is still in the 'inside'. If we can't get in, then it doesn't matter how many people are guarding the 'outside'. If my senior and I can get out of the club office alive, then we'll be safe. If we can't..."
It would be useless no matter how many people were guarding outside the community union office.
"So, we both agree that it would be better for the rest of your group to hurry up and prepare in the classroom, and not waste time going up with us."
Fu Xiaoju was listening on the side and was struggling internally.
The other three groups needed time to prepare, but their group...
Zhao Jiayang desperately pulled his clothes from behind, signaling him not to make any noise at this time.
Mu Yu exhaled: "I understand. Then you guys be careful. If you can get in smoothly, observe and see if there is a way to retreat. If you encounter danger, you can retreat at any time."
"Also, the clues should be in those drawers and cabinets, but the rules there also indicate that you can't rummage around randomly, so if the player opens the wrong drawer or cabinet, they will probably be punished."
"If you have no idea which drawer the clue is in, just take the key and come out. Don't act rashly."
"Understand."
"By the way, did you bring the demon coins?"
"Yes, I have it with me. I'll try the vending machine later if possible."
Jiang Shuyue said hello to the others again and trotted back to Room 205. They closed the door, probably to make final preparations.
Fu Xiaoju looked at the closed door of classroom 205, then turned back to look at Mu Yu, looking as if he was feeling very anxious because he had something to say.
Mu Yu glanced at him: "What, you finally want to join the world of otakus?"
Fu Xiaoju: “…You farted!” His face turned red and he slammed the door!
Mu Yu knew what Fu Xiaoju was thinking, but to be honest, this guy had to hook up with those two scumbag seniors. It would be better for him to wait in the classroom for them to come back after visiting.
After choking Fu Xiaoju back, he glanced at Lu Chongnian quietly again.
At this time, Ye Sui adjusted his glasses, passed through the two people's line of sight, and returned to 203 without saying a word.
Mu Yu: “…”
Lu Zhongnian curled his lips and glanced lightly at his waist.
Mu Yu always felt that this gaze was a little bitter. Before he had time to savor it, Lu Chongnian waved his hand, signaling him to go back to the classroom quickly.
Mu Yu blushed, coughed lightly, and closed the door.
Alas, he is quite unprincipled... She was apparently a little angry downstairs just now, but as soon as she saw Lu Chongnian's smiling face, her temper disappeared immediately.
but……
Mu Yu lowered his eyes and touched his chin.
If he and Lu Chongnian could only meet in dungeons for a long period of time in the future, they would not be able to talk properly.
But some issues cannot be avoided. If they are not discussed, they will never understand why all this happened.
He looked at the blank paper on the table.
This copy lasts a full three hours, so you can make good use of it.
*
Fu Xiaoju secretly opened the door, took a look outside, and then closed it.
"How is it? Have they gone?" Zhao Jiayang asked stealthily.
“Yes.”
Fu Xiaoju sat down on the stool and slapped the basketball in his hand, feeling unhappy.
Jiang Shuyue and Wang Haiyang bravely went to the third floor, but he sat here and waited for others to rescue him. This was not his style.
But what is his style?
Fu Xiaoju recalled his past and suddenly realized that he seemed to always be repeating "style, style" in his mind, but what he actually did was nothing like the "style" he had imagined in his mind.
Someone once said about him: "If you want to be that kind of person, do it, instead of doing nothing and hating the other person as if he were your own kind. You haven't even become 'the same kind of person' as him."
Who said this?
Fu Xiaoju always remembered the feeling of being stabbed by these words. He was so distressed that he couldn't recover for more than a month. Later, he even didn't want to see the person who said those words, even though he admired the other person very much.
...But who said this? Why can't he remember it at all?
He stood there in confusion while Zhao Jiayang and Jin Sheng passed the ball to each other from time to time, scratching his back while chatting.
Zhao Jiayang said: "I don't know if those two people can come back alive. If something happens to them, I will never go to the community association office even if I die."
Jin Sheng said, "It doesn't mean that all five teams have to go into that office to get the clue, right? If there is only one correct drawer, then after figuring out which one it is, only one team needs to go in and get the key. If no one knows which drawer is the correct one, then it's useless to have more teams go in!"
"That's right," Zhao Jiayang agreed, then he scratched his back angrily, "Fuck, why do I feel like there are a lot of rashes on my back? Is this classroom too dirty?"
The three of them have been scratching since they entered the classroom.
Zhao Jiayang could feel the spots on his back through his clothes. They all grew after he entered the classroom and they were extremely itchy.
Hearing this, Jin Sheng felt his back itchy even more: "Me too, damn, is it an allergy?"
"But I don't usually have allergies..." As he said that, Zhao Jiayang touched a super big pimple.
He was really impressed. He had never had such a big pimple before. It was almost as big as his finger.
While cursing in his mind, he scratched it hard through the clothes.
At this moment, while feeling comfortable, he heard a tiny sound—"Ouch!"
He glanced at Fu Xiaoju sensitively.
Fu Xiaoju was sitting next to him, still thinking deeply about who said the words that popped into his head.
Noticing Zhao Jiayang's eyes, he was a little puzzled.
Then Jin Sheng also looked at him.
Fu Xiaoju felt strange: "...Why are you all looking at me like this?"
Jin Sheng laughed. He scratched his back and asked, "Dark? Where is it dark here? Are you scared when the lights are so bright?"
Fu Xiaoju was confused: "Ah? What's black?"
"Didn't you say 'It's so dark'!" Jin Sheng even imitated that tone, speaking softly and vaguely.
Zhao Jiayang started laughing too.
Fu Xiaoju became more and more confused as he listened: "Where did I say that?"
"Still pretending—" Jin Sheng scratched the pimple on his back hard.
“——It hurts!”
A scream suddenly sounded, startling him.
The entire classroom fell silent in an instant.
All three of them were stunned.
...This, this doesn't seem to be the voice of any of them?
“It hurts!”
“It hurts!”
“It hurts so much!”
In the silent classroom, faint screams continued to be heard...from Jin Sheng's back.
With a bang!
Zhao Jiayang stood up from his chair with a pale face and took a step back.
Fu Xiaoju's expression also changed, and he stood up.
They all looked at Jin Sheng in horror.
Jin Sheng widened his eyes, his arms frozen in place, not daring to move.
There were constant faint sounds coming from behind him.
Maybe the classroom was too quiet at that moment, or maybe they just listened carefully until now, they found that besides the one screaming "It hurts", there were others...
“It’s so dark…”
"ah……"
“I can’t see…”
“It’s so dark…”
"well……"
...There were countless faint voices making meaningless calls.
…When did these sounds appear? !
Jin Sheng began to breathe heavily, with cold sweat running down his forehead.
As soon as he moved, Zhao Jiayang took three steps back and shouted, "Don't come over here!"
Only then did Fu Xiaoju see Zhao Jiayang's back clearly and was stunned with fear.
On Zhao Jiayang's back, something was wriggling under his clothes...wriggling in pieces!
"Seniors, you guys..." His voice changed.
Zhao Jiayang realized something and froze.
He and Jin Sheng stood there in a daze for a few seconds, staring at each other. The next second, they both suddenly grabbed their shirts and pulled them up, revealing their backs!
Fu Xiaoju took a breath of cold air.
…The backs of these two men were covered with countless pustules!
No, that's not a boil at all!
They are round and squeezed together. Some are big, some are small, wriggling and shaking. Each of them has human features - closed eyes, flaring nostrils, and an opening and closing mouth.
Suddenly, the largest "pus bag" on Jinsheng's back near his left shoulder blade opened its eyes.
"It hurts so much!" It screamed and opened its mouth wide, as wide as it could go. It turned its head and swallowed the nearby "pus bag" in one gulp!
The skin and flesh were separated, blood splattered, Jin Sheng screamed, and the "pus bag" swelled to twice its size in an instant!
Its facial features bulged out clearly - it was a face exactly the same as Jin Sheng's, with its eyes and mouth opened to the extreme!
It struggled frantically, as if trying to break free from Jinsheng's back!
Zhao Jiayang fell to the ground with weak legs, and Fu Xiaoju was stunned.
He suddenly shuddered.
It's so itchy...
My back is itchy...
But he didn't dare move.
He swallowed, his heart beating wildly.
It was not until this moment that he realized with horror the source of the itch...
That's breathing.
It was hundreds of fine and dense breaths sprayed on the skin on his back...
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