Chapter 160: No Return (10)
Binhai University Student Apartments.
In the corridor, the young Yan Shixun paused, suddenly raised his head and looked towards his dormitory, his eyes as sharp as lightning.
Zhang Wubing next to him was still crying and begging pitifully. His voice echoed in the long, empty corridor. The echoes accumulated layer by layer, becoming hazy and unreal.
The dim light from the ceiling fell down, shrinking their shadows into a ball. The shadow fluctuated like ripples on water, as if something was hidden.
But apart from Zhang Wubing's voice, the corridor was so quiet that it seemed as if there was no other living person.
The young Yan Shixun was on guard. He breathed lightly and looked around vigilantly.
Because Zhang Wubing fell asleep during the exam yesterday and was caught on the spot by the invigilator, in order to protect his poor score, Zhang Wubing has been begging for mercy in the teacher's office today.
Finally, seeing that they were about to miss the last bus home and being almost teared up by Zhang Wubing's tears, the teacher took a deep breath, said with a grim face, "This will not happen again", and let Zhang Wubing go.
Zhang Wubing, who was well aware of his physical condition, never dared to fall behind the main group. He always tried to go to crowded places as much as possible, carefully using other people's yang energy to help reduce the possibility of encountering ghosts.
Zhang Wubing would never do something like walking through a deserted campus alone at night.
——With his physique and past experience, he would definitely see ghosts wandering around when he passed by the coffin-shaped lecture hall in the center of the school.
So Zhang Wubing begged Yan Shixun in the morning, and pulled Yan Shixun's pants in the dormitory and cried wildly, shouting that if Brother Yan didn't wait for him to leave together in the evening, he would wipe his tears on Yan Shixun's pants.
Yan Shixun: “…”
Because of this, Yan Shixun was also implicated. After everyone in the teaching building had left, he returned to the dormitory with Zhang Wubing.
Those who returned to the dormitory before them seemed to have gone back to their own rooms. No one came out. The dormitory doors were all closed, and it was so quiet that it seemed as if no one was there at all.
"Zhang Wubing."
The young Yan Shixun stopped the chattering of the people around him and asked neatly, "Did you attract ghosts again today?"
Zhang Wubing was at a loss: "No...?"
Yan Shixun lowered his eyes, and his gaze swept across the gap under his dormitory door, finally falling at his feet.
He looked at the shadow under his feet and suddenly felt that what he was seeing was a pool of stagnant water.
An evil wind blew, breaking the surface of the water. Something seemed to be rolling and emerging from the ripples, and an evil ghost roared ferociously.
When I looked again the next second, everything returned to normal.
It seemed like everything that just happened was just his own illusion.
The young Yan Shixun blinked slowly.
Without Zhang Wubing's voice beside him, the sounds around him became clearer.
It was quiet on all sides.
When he returned to the dormitory building, he clearly saw the dormitory manager holding a cup of hot tea and reading a newspaper at the door, as well as people playing basketball downstairs, and people jogging at night... All the tiny sounds intertwined together, it was the normal bustle of a university campus day after day.
But now, all those voices have disappeared.
Along with the sounds of laughter, breathing, and reciting for exams behind every dormitory door...
It seems that behind every door, they are no longer the familiar classmates of the past.
Instead, he turned into a hideous evil ghost.
They stood silently behind the door, waiting for someone to walk past the door without any preparation, and then they suddenly reached out their hands to drag the living person into the door.
Yan Shixun's unusual attitude and the surrounding environment made Zhang Wubing slow down a few steps, and he suddenly realized that something was wrong around him.
"Brother Yan Yan Yan, are you talking about us..."
Zhang Wubing shuddered, swallowed his saliva, and asked in a trembling voice: "Have we run into a ghost again?"
"How could this happen? Isn't this a dormitory? There are so many people here." Zhang Wubing was about to cry.
The young Yan Shixun ignored Zhang Wubing and just made a "silence" gesture to him.
Then, Yan Shixun stretched out his long legs and quietly approached his dormitory from the side, without letting his shadow fall in the gap under the door.
He leaned his back against the wall, made a gesture with one hand, and a golden light faintly appeared in his palm. With the other hand, he quietly and quickly turned the door open.
“Click…click!”
The door lock was opened.
As the door was slowly pushed open, the dim light in the corridor poured into the dark bedroom through the crack in the door, illuminating the space.
The young Yan Shixun hid his body with the help of the wall and looked inside the door vigilantly.
The dormitory looked the same as when he left in the morning. He glanced at the door handle and saw that the folded yellow talisman hidden under the door handle was also intact. It did not take effect and burned into a pile of ashes. There was no sign of ghosts passing by.
Yan Shixun felt a little relieved, then he slowly exhaled and walked into the dormitory from the door.
With a "click", he casually pressed the switch.
The dormitory was brightly lit. The pale incandescent light illuminated every corner. The shadows of the mosquito net and ornaments on the bed were projected onto the white wall, stretching out very long.
There is no popularity at all.
In the early winter in Binhai City, the coldness can be felt even from the cracks between the brick walls.
When the young Yan Shixun stood alone in the middle of the dormitory, the cold air from all directions attacked him. The dead silence and loneliness formed an indestructible cage that enveloped him.
But he responded to this with the same indifference, as if nothing could shake his world.
His eyes slowly swept across the small space, not missing any possible shadows.
Zhang Wubing, who was following behind him, huddled tremblingly behind the wall outside the dormitory, with only his furry head poking out.
"Brother Yan, is there really a ghost in our dormitory?"
Zhang Wubing's voice broke the silence in the dormitory, and his lively emotions brought a touch of warmth.
"I told you!" Zhang Wubing was about to cry, "I really saw a ghost when I was sleeping the day before yesterday. I said it was not an illusion caused by my sleepiness."
Because there was a troublesome roommate in the dormitory and we had some unpleasant experiences, the air conditioner in the dormitory was left unused.
So recently, Zhang Wubing likes to put a hot water bottle in his quilt before going to bed, and fall asleep happily and warmly.
This method was told to him by a kind-hearted girl in his class. Even the hot water bottle was bought for him by the girl because she saw that he didn't know where to buy one. It was a pink hot water bottle with a cute bear head, which Zhang Wubing liked very much.
But the warmth inside the quilt caused him to feel a little dry in the mouth halfway through his sleep at night. He opened his eyes drowsily and wanted to get out of bed to drink some water.
Unexpectedly, when he opened his eyes, he met a pair of eyes staring at him next to the pillow.
Because the dormitories at Binhai University all have beds above and study desks below, for these tall boys, this height is just enough for them to stick their heads above the beds.
Zhang Wubing's bed was right in front of the door. Anyone who opened the door and walked in would first see his head.
Therefore, Zhang Wubing was often frightened when he was half asleep, thinking that there was a head floating next to him.
He originally thought it would be the same this time, and even wondered in a daze, who would come to visit their dormitory in the middle of the night without sleeping?
But when Zhang Wubing opened his sleepy eyes, he vaguely realized that something seemed to be wrong.
The face floated outside the railing of the dormitory bed, its eyeballs rotted away until only a little was left. It stared blankly at the person on the bed. There was no trace of blood on its face, but several streams of thick yellow fluid flowed down its cheeks.
The pus had an unbearable smell that entered Zhang Wubing's nose, instantly waking him up from his drowsy sleep.
Even though he was lying in the soft and warm bed, Zhang Wubing still felt a chill rushing in from the untucked corner of the quilt, as if a ghost had reached out its hand and touched his quilt.
Zhang Wubing shouted "Ah!" at that moment, and became fully awake.
But Zhang Wubing couldn't remember clearly what happened afterwards because it was too late.
When he woke up in the morning, he suddenly turned over and sat up from the quilt. He was stunned for a long time and couldn't tell whether it was a nightmare or he really encountered something.
Now, seeing Yan Shixun standing in the dormitory so vigilantly, Zhang Wubing immediately thought of the "dream" that night.
His legs went weak and he had to hold on to the wall to avoid falling into a ball.
The young Yan Shixun glanced at him calmly: "You know that a person walking through the campus will encounter ghosts, but why don't you worry about whether a person will see ghosts in the corridor?"
Zhang Wubing shuddered and rushed in quickly from outside the door. He was very smart and closed and locked the door before he breathed a sigh of relief.
It was as if the door was a barrier. As long as the door was closed, the monsters outside could not get in.
Zhang Wubing leaned against the door, and his timid decision seemed to have received some psychological comfort.
He looked around the dormitory and didn't see anything wrong. He couldn't help but wonder: "Brother Yan, what were you looking at just now?"
"I was so scared, I thought there was a ghost."
Seeing that Yan Shixun didn't make any move, Zhang Wubing felt that Yan Shixun's question just now seemed to be a casual question, and there was no real ghost, so he smiled again, as silly as a Samoyed who went home with a silly smile after playing in the mud.
Samoyed: Dad, open the door, I am sick.
The young Yan Shixun glanced over casually and saw everything Zhang Wubing did.
He didn't say that what Zhang Wubing saw that night was actually a ghost.
The ghost squeezed in through the gap under the dormitory door and floated towards Zhang Wubing who was facing the door.
Yan Shixun, who was sleeping on the bed opposite, sensed a ghost approaching, so he slowly opened his eyes.
But he waited for a moment and found that the ghost seemed to have no intention of attacking, so he closed his eyes and fell asleep again.
Zhang Wubing thought that the ghost appeared beside his pillow after he fell asleep in the middle of the night.
Actually not.
Shortly after the lights in the dormitory were turned off, just after midnight, the ghost came into the dormitory and kept staring at Zhang Wubing.
While he was happily holding the hot water bottle and snoring, the ghost was watching him beside him.
If Zhang Wubing hadn't screamed so miserably that not only did he wake up Yan Shixun, but he also rolled off the bed and tried to run onto Yan Shixun's bed, making Yan Shixun, who didn't like people getting close to him, extremely annoyed, Yan Shixun would not have taken action.
Yan Shixun, whose sleep was disturbed, was in a low mood. He jumped off the bed with his pajamas in disarray, grabbed the ghost by the neck and threw it out of the dormitory door. Then he closed the door with a "bang" and left the ghost sobbing in a daze in the corridor.
Then he climbed back into bed and warned Zhang Wubing that if he dared to get close to his bed or wake him up again, he would throw him out too.
Zhang Wubing then shut up obediently and huddled in his bed, shivering.
But after shaking for a few minutes, Zhang Wubing fell asleep with a happy little snoring.
Yan Shixun, who was not ready to fall asleep yet, said: "..."
Is this what it means to be a fool with good fortune?
It was precisely because of this that Yan Shixun stuck a yellow talisman under the door handle when he left the dormitory this morning.
He didn't mind having ghosts come into the dormitory and watch him sleep, but the main problem was that Zhang Wubing was too noisy. He would scream shrilly in the middle of his sleep, like a pig being slaughtered, which made him a little impatient.
I just solved it easily.
However, when we were having breakfast in the morning, the guy from the next dormitory was so scared that he asked others with dark circles under his eyes if they had heard the screams in the middle of the night.
"I was just half asleep when I heard someone screaming in the wall, as if someone was going to kill someone. It was really scary."
The brother was worried: "What do you think? Could it be that when our dormitory was being built, someone died in the cement? That's why his unwilling ghost was trapped in the wall and came out screaming in the middle of the night."
The person next to him swallowed and said, "Your hallucination, right? Or, did someone lose the game? Or was the account stolen?"
The other person shook his head: "No, I heard it too. I was sleeping and wanted to go to the bathroom, but as soon as I got out of bed, I heard someone crying outside the door, walking over and then walking back. The crying sounded so sob, it sounded really scary."
"Fuck! You heard it too? Me too! I was squatting in the corridor studying late at night, and then I saw a shadow floating towards me. It looked just like the monster in the game. I was so scared that I jumped back to the dormitory!"
"…I wasn't the only one there. I was smoking on the balcony in the corridor and was so scared that I screamed and ran to the dormitory. What happened? Those guys in the dormitory locked the door and said I was a ghost. They refused to open the door for me! I was so scared standing outside the door!"
"I'm sorry, brother. We really thought there was a ghost pretending to be your voice to trick us into opening the door. How could we dare to open it? If we open the door, we will be killed."
Zhang Wubing also joined the discussion with concern: "Is it so scary? There are ghosts in the wall?"
Yan Shixun, who heard the whole thing, said: "..."
The ghost they are talking about is you, Zhang Wubing.
For the first time, the young Yan Shixun had a thought: Did I give him the wrong name? He should be called Zhang Youbing.
But fortunately, the whole day was safe and sound.
Until they returned to the dormitory at night.
Although there was nothing unusual in the dormitory and the yellow talisman was intact, the young Yan Shixun still subconsciously felt that something was wrong, which prevented him from completely relaxing.
Zhang Wubing was frightened and just wanted to get back into bed.
But when he was halfway up the ladder, he looked curiously at his bed and said "Huh?" in confusion.
"Strange, why is the page of my magazine turned?"
Zhang Wubing picked up the open magazine on the bed and turned to another page in confusion.
On that page was printed the poster of Li Xuetang's latest movie, and it was covered with Zhang Wubing's comments on the shooting techniques of the poster. The rough edges of the page looked like they had been turned countless times.
"I was clearly watching the promotion for director Li Xuetang's new movie. It had always been on this page. How come it changed when I left the house?"
Zhang Wubing tilted his head, puzzled.
The young Yan Shixun heard Zhang Wubing's muttering, and his eyes darkened after seeing the magazine being flipped.
It seemed like...something had come.
Sure enough, it was not an illusion.
Outside the dormitory balcony, Yan Shixun held the railing with his hands, swung down lightly, and landed silently on the balcony on the next floor.
He was like a big nocturnal cat, his paw pads landing on the ground without making any sound.
Yan Shixun half-bent his long legs to absorb the force of the impact, then slowly stood up and raised his hand to brush away the dust on his dark green coat.
Ye Li's figure followed closely, and he also flipped down from the balcony of Yan Shixun's dormitory and landed beside him.
Before Ye Li could ask, he heard the sound of a door being pushed open from above.
He was a little surprised and turned his head to look at Yan Shixun.
Just now, after realizing that there was a younger version of Yan Shixun outside the door, Yan Shixun made a prompt decision, dragged Ye Li and quickly and silently rushed to the balcony and left the dormitory.
In comparison, the common choice would be to hide in a closet or a corner. Some people will trust themselves and choose to find another self to clarify the situation and seek help from "themselves".
But Yan Shixun did not make any choice.
He avoided "himself" and left the dormitory in the most noticeable way.
What if he just walked to the balcony and someone outside pushed the door open?
Yan Shixun was not worried about this at all.
Since he knew what time the self outside the dormitory door was, he was very clear about his own way of thinking. He knew how cautious the "Yan Shixun" outside the door was and what choice he would make.
So he calculated the time well and didn't worry at all about being seen while he was halfway up the balcony.
A smile appeared on Yan Shixun's lips, and he winked at Ye Li proudly on the dimly lit balcony.
It’s like it’s silently saying: See, was my guess right?
Ye Li was amused, with tenderness in his eyes: Well, very impressive.
However, Ye Li still felt a little regretful that he didn't get to see the young version of Yan Shixun in person.
He didn't care about Yan Shixun's past experiences. In his opinion, under the great road, everyone's actions had already been planned.
If he had met Yan Shixun a few years ago, he might not have been interested in Yan Shixun, nor would he have been moved by following Yan Shixun around all the time, and would not have regarded Yan Shixun as a treasure and wanted to embrace this precious ghost exorcist in his arms.
Perhaps a few years earlier, Yan Shixun would not have become the person he would fall in love with.
It is time that has made Yan Shixun what he is today, a one-of-a-kind ghost exorcist.
But just now in the dormitory, when he heard Yan Shixun say that Zhang Wubing had lived with him in the same room for four years, Ye Li could clearly feel the emotions surging in his heart.
He suddenly realized that no matter when Yan Shixun was, he would have a huge impact on him.
Whenever he met Yan Shixun, he would be attracted by him.
This world that once disappointed him has regained meaning because of Yan Shixun's existence.
No matter when, he would fall in love with Yan Shixun.
After making up his mind, Ye Li, who never regretted the decisions he made, suddenly felt regretful why he had not met Yan Shixun earlier.
If that were the case, perhaps he could replace Zhang Wubing's importance in Yan Shixun's heart, instead of being like now, where he had to find a reason even to hold Yan Shixun's hand.
Yan Shixun didn't know what Ye Li was sighing in his heart. He said, "Before you figure out the situation, it's better not to meet that me."
When he saw his younger self, Yan Shixun's heart was also in turmoil. He became more alert to his current situation and acted more cautiously.
When he jumped into the abyss, he felt his eyes dizzy and when he opened them again he was on the road.
After he was dragged down into the blood pool, a similar thing happened. This made him extremely wary of the blood pool and the ghost energy, and he had new guesses.
Although he didn't know what was going on with that young man, Yan Shixun intuitively thought that since he appeared in Binhai University many years ago, he must be related to the blood pool.
And most importantly——
Yan Shixun understood himself. Before Li Chengyun passed away, he was even more sharp, like an unpolished diamond, sharp enough to cut any person or ghost.
Yan Shixun would not let his younger self discover him until he was sure of the current situation and could convince himself with reasonable reasons.
That would be a disaster.
A person’s most terrifying enemy is always himself.
Especially when you have the power.
Yan Shixun made a decision in his mind and turned around to look around their dormitory.
Then, he came face to face with a messy head sticking out from the bed.
There was no light on the balcony, but there was still a desk lamp on in the dormitory, dimly illuminating the space.
The person on the bed was half conscious and had fallen into a nightmare. Suddenly, he sat up abruptly from the bed, looked down, and muttered, "Dad Cheng, you're back?"
The roommate raised his hand to rub his eyes, but he forgot that he had just eaten spicy hand-shredded chicken in the evening but did not wipe his hands clean. The remaining spicy taste irritated his eyes and made them hurt. He suddenly cried out a little, and with tears streaming down his face, he was about to get out of bed to find toilet paper.
What the roommate didn’t expect was that as soon as he stuck his head out, he saw... there seemed to be two people standing on the balcony of his dormitory?
After asking, the roommate realized belatedly - eh? Something seems wrong. The other two guys in the dormitory were out for internship and dating, leaving only Cheng Die and him. Even if Cheng Die came back, he would be alone.
So, where did these two people come from?
Did Cheng Dad finally decide to bring his little boyfriend back?
The roommate thought dazedly, trying hard to open his eyes which were red from being rubbed, and looked at the two figures through the reflective balcony glass door.
Roommate: “……???”
The next moment, he widened his eyes in horror: "Fuck! Brother, are you so arrogant even when you're a thief? This is Bin University campus!"
Being discovered.
Yan Shixun thought calmly, opened the balcony glass door and walked in, nodded to the chicken-headed man and said, "I'll borrow your balcony for a while, and I'll leave right away. You can continue to sleep."
Yan Shixun pointed to the wires swaying in the wind outside the balcony and said calmly, "I'm here to fix the network cable. Classmate, don't you think the network is not good recently?"
The roommate thought about it and agreed.
I believe it.
"Then you guys should fix it. It's lagging when I watch a live broadcast. When everyone goes back to the dormitory at night, the internet speed is too bad."
My roommate muttered, "I'm going to die from the test. I'm watching the live broadcast. You're admitted to graduate school, and he publishes in SCI. Everyone has a bright future."
So he continued to climb down the ladder and went to the table to find some tissue paper.
But I was so scared when I watched the live broadcast at night that I used all the tissues I had to blow my nose and wipe my tears, and now they were all used up.
The roommate had to turn around and borrow it from Cheng Jing’s desk opposite.
His eyes inadvertently passed over the two people on the balcony.
Yan Shixun calmly let himself be looked at.
After the roommate withdrew his gaze, he realized belatedly that something seemed to be wrong, so doubts arose in his heart and he turned his gaze to Yan Shixun again.
Damn, brother, you look like a star. I think I’ve seen you somewhere before.
The roommate looked away, confused.
Where have you seen this before?
So weird, take another look.
His roommate glanced back and forth with a puzzled look, and then the sleepiness on his face slowly faded and his eyes turned into shock.
"You, you..." The roommate held the tissue in one hand and raised the other hand tremblingly, pointing at Yan Shixun.
He swallowed in surprise and doubt: "Aren't you that so-and-so? The dad you ask for help when there's a ghost!"
Yan Shixun: “……?”
What?
He smiled politely but distantly: "You got the wrong person, I'm just an ordinary passerby."
“Passing by someone else’s balcony?”
The roommate's eyes were filled with fear, and he stuttered as he spoke, but he was finally able to fluently reveal Yan Shixun's identity: "Yes! It's this serious and deceiving attitude! You are Brother Yan!"
Yan Shixun: ...
Tsk.
So he said that fans are really unnecessary.
He wanted to make up an identity, but it was so easy to be exposed. Who would have thought that a random person he met had actually watched the live broadcast.
Yan Shixun originally wanted to explain the situation to his roommate and borrow the balcony.
But just as he took a step forward with his long legs, he suddenly stopped.
etc.
If what he saw was himself a few years ago, then why would anyone know about the live broadcast?
The live broadcast was the present timeline, but "Yan Shixun" was many years ago. And the person who lived in the dormitory downstairs in his memory was not this person.
It was like the timelines that were supposed to be unrelated and straight suddenly became twisted and chaotic, overlapping each other.
Time and space are confused, memories from many years ago are mixed with current reality, and the highway and Binhai University are intertwined.
All is true, or all is false.
Neither the brain nor the eyes can be trusted anymore, there is no reality to rely on.
Yan Shixun's expression froze.
The roommate didn't notice anything wrong with Yan Shixun, and still felt unreal facing the person who was supposed to be on the screen.
“It’s the one in the live broadcast!”
The roommate hurriedly pulled out his tablet and clicked on Yan Shixun's split screen, wanting to show it to Yan Shixun to prove that he had not recognized the wrong person.
Then he saw that in Yan Shixun's split-screen camera, his own figure appeared in front of everyone, looking flustered like a fool.
Roommate: “?”
Audience: [? ]
The audience felt so confused.
They were clearly on the road the moment before, but the bloody skeletons in the camera scared many people so much that they screamed, and the sea of blood flooded the camera.
They felt the same way, as if they were people drowning in a sea of blood. They watched themselves falling, with ghostly skeletons pulling at them from all directions, preventing them from floating to the surface.
The light became dimmer and dimmer, with only the sticky dark red blood covering the entire lens.
The screen was blood red for a full minute, and the audience almost cried.
[Can anyone tell me what happened? Is Brother Yan okay?]
[I have a fear of the deep sea... I have goosebumps all over my body and I am going crazy.]
[I originally thought that there was something wrong with the screen light imaging, so the lens was red. Until I saw the ghost face that was almost touching the lens, it is no exaggeration to say that I, an adult who is not afraid of anything, was almost scared to tears and screamed for my mother! From today on, I will also have a fear of the deep sea.]
[Ahhhh! How is Brother Yan? I'm so worried.]
One minute feels as long as a century.
The audience in front of Yan Shixun's split screen were on tenterhooks, the barrage of comments kept refreshing, and a large number of viewers poured in crazily.
Because today is not a holiday, many of the Oats and viewers who are working or studying have not yet reached their break time and did not watch the live broadcast.
But after noticing #燕哥平安# suddenly appearing under the Oatmeal tag on the social platform, I immediately realized that something might have happened, so I quickly ran to the live broadcast to check it out.
This sight made many oats feel terrified.
[Yan! ! Brother! ! Ah——! ! !]
[Wuwuwu, where is my brother Yan? Damn ghost, give my brother Yan back to me, wuwuwu.]
Just when everyone was getting extremely anxious, the camera finally lit up again.
The field of vision turned from red to black, and under the lit-up lens, a dark wall slowly appeared.
Audience: [? ]
Then they discovered that Yan Shixun was in the student dormitory?
After listening to what Yan Shixun said, the audience felt as if they were in a trance.
[What? What what what? Brother Yan is actually a student of Binda! And he is in the Department of Finance? Isn’t this one of the four major departments of Binda? It is said to be one of the four most difficult departments to get into.]
[Great, great! My mom told me to study hard and not to chase stars, as it would affect my studies. I said Brother Yan is an idol worth chasing, but my mom didn’t believe me and insisted that I hang out with people who are good at studying. I will tell my mom about Brother Yan’s academic qualifications right now! Hehehe.]
[It’s so funny. Before, there were some netizens who went crazy under the label of Yanmai, but they were overwhelmed by the screen full of comments like “You are right, so, does Brother Yan know something about this?” They scolded Brother Yan for his low education and said he might be illiterate.]
[When other brothers are wronged, fans say: Brothers can’t be wronged! Let me do it! When Oats are wronged, Brother Yan says: Let me hit your face, get out of the way! Hahahaha, I just want to ask, those who say Brother Yan is illiterate, which university did you graduate from? If it’s not Binhai University or Jingcheng University, don’t say it out loud, it’s embarrassing.]
[Wow, Brother Yan has such a high level of education! I failed to apply for Binhai University in the college entrance examination, which is a regret of my whole life.]
[Haha, why are you so happy? This is a bad academic fraud, you know? Binhai University has admitted it, but you are so happy as if it is New Year's Day. It is really not something that can be put on the table.]
[You are here, you trolls? Are you here to take a shit?.jpg]
[Brother Yan has lived in Binhai University’s dormitory, how could it be fake? Besides, Director Zhang Wubing’s resume is listed in the program introduction column, and he is from Binhai University’s Finance Department. Brother Yan said that he and Zhang Wubing were roommates, so how could his academic qualifications be fake?]
Before the audience could figure out what was going on, they turned around and saw that there was another Yan Shixun in front of the camera!
The audience was shocked. Their hearts were broken when they saw the two Yan Shixuns.
But before they could react, they saw Yan Shixun jump off the balcony, go to the dormitory downstairs, and have a cordial conversation with the students sleeping in the dormitory.
A Bin University student who was watching the live broadcast saw the sleepy-eyed man with messy hair in the camera and suddenly felt that he looked familiar.
[Isn't this the guy who won the gold medal in the Chemistry College competition?]
[Fuck, really! He is the lucky idiot who won the gold medal in the same project team as Cheng Shen!]
[What do you mean? Brother Yan came to our school to record a show? I haven’t heard of it.]
One person tells ten people, ten people tell a hundred people.
While his roommate was still looking at his own face on the tablet in a daze, the news that Yan Shixun appeared at Binhai University had already spread among many Binhai University students who watched the live broadcast, and had also been sent to people he knew.
The internal forum of Binhai University, which had been quiet due to the approaching end of the semester, has become active again.
When someone saw this, they immediately said, "This guy sleeps next to me! Wait, I'll go knock on the door and ask, what's going on? How could he see Brother Yan?"
The man did what he said and immediately ran back to the dormitory building from the library, panting to find Cheng Jing and the others' dormitory.
But many people had already arrived before him and had gathered outside Cheng Jing's dormitory, with a crowd of people looking like they were chasing a star.
Someone even said excitedly: "Yan Shixun is actually from our Binda University! I didn't expect that such a popular person is actually a senior. I feel closer to him all of a sudden."
"Tsk, you're from the Astronomy Department, you have nothing to do with our Finance Department, okay? Don't pretend to be a senior, okay?"
"Haha, if you say that, then the Folklore Department next door will have something to say. Brother Yan was born in Haiyun Temple, and the head of the Folklore Department is the Taoist priest Huoju of Haiyun Temple. Strictly speaking, Brother Yan should be a senior in the Folklore Department."
None of them gave in to the other and almost got into a fight outside Cheng Jing's dormitory door.
The counselor who rushed over shouted, "What are you doing! Do you want a scholarship for next semester? The scholarships of those who have demerits will be revoked!"
The crowded students were silent for a moment.
The counselor was extremely anxious.
After watching the live broadcast, the official person in charge immediately called the officials of Binhai University to inquire.
Bin Da was also confused: I’ve never heard of it!
Although Binhai University has always been a famous tourist attraction in Binhai City, many tourists will come to visit, especially the famous coffin-shaped lecture hall in the middle which is said to have suppressed the corpses of tens of thousands of mass graves. It can even be talked about by tour guides and marketing accounts, and there is an endless stream of people who come here to seek excitement.
But now that it is near the end of the semester, Binhai University puts students first. In order to prevent tourists from affecting students' normal routines and studies, the campus tour business has been closed. Non-campus people entering and leaving must register, and the management is strict.
Bin Da asked around, and everyone said they had never seen Yan Shixun and the other person come in.
Just then, the roommate’s face appeared in the live broadcast, and he was standing next to Yan Shixun.
This is like a positioning system, allowing Binda to lock the location and quickly send people to take a look.
The counselor knocked on Cheng Jing's door, but no one answered.
He took out the spare key and opened the door.
However, the dormitory was empty.
There is no figure.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com