Chapter 21 Yue Yiyue: Who is this person?! Just kill him!!!
After the director of the Political Education Department left, Yue Yiyue looked at the extra management manual in her hand, put the booklet in her pocket, and went back to check on the two people in the toilet.
She paused for a moment when she entered the restroom.
Zhang Yang disappeared, as if he had never been there.
Only a single white feather remained.
The feather swayed slowly in the air before finally landing on the nose of Zhao Heyi, who was lying on the ground and had just woken up.
Zhao Heyi stared at the feather in horror. Ignoring the pain on his face, he scrambled to his feet and lunged at Yue Yiyue, crying, "Help me—"
"She's coming to kill me. I didn't do a good job."
"Help me."
Tears and snot flew everywhere.
His hands trembled so much he almost couldn't hold onto Yue Yiyue's clothes, and his eyes were filled with fear of death.
He kept muttering, "I, you, her, none of us can get out."
"It was destined from that moment on."
"We were all deceived. I was wrong. I really know I was wrong."
“Zhang Yang, she is no longer Zhang Yang.”
"Nanqiu, Nanqiu... my Nanqiu."
Looking at Zhao Heyi's appearance, Yue Yiyue understood that he did not realize his mistake, but rather he was facing the fear of dying again.
"You've already died once... so why are you here again?" Yue Yiyue finally asked the question she was most curious about.
Zhao Heyi was stunned. He looked down at himself and asked, "Have I died once?"
He seemed not to understand why Yue Yiyue would say such things.
"Die? Once?" he repeated.
"Impossible, I'm immortal, I can't..." He turned to look at the mirror in the bathroom.
Reflected in the mirror, he finally saw his reflection: broken glasses, a flattened back of his head, and some dark red bloodstains.
......
He remembered everything. When he went to the arts and sports room, he wanted to get rid of Zhang Yang beforehand, so he went along with him.
Then Zhang Yang dragged him down the corridor and threw him down.
I remember now.
...He always thought he was still alive...so he ignored the somewhat puzzled look on Zhang Yang's face when he first saw him.
So she overlooked the fact that Zhang Yang wouldn't let her into the classroom, and instead waited here to clear those people out for her...
He was wrong; he shouldn't have bought that murder mystery game script, and he shouldn't have accepted Zhang Yang's invitation.
Nanqiu...
Gu Nanqiu... He hadn't had a chance to tell her his feelings yet.
Nan Qiu... He hadn't had a chance to tell her how much he appreciated her help.
He regretted it, he really regretted it. If he hadn't listened to Zhang Yang's encouragement, he would have pursued her after he went to university.
Even knowing that Nan Qiu's sexual orientation is female.
She just hasn't dated a man before...
He stared at Yue Yiyue in a daze, his face contorted in pain: "Ahhh—why did you let me know this...?"
"Liar! Liar!!!"
"It's all Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang, she..."
He wanted to say something more, but his whole body deflated like a punctured balloon, slowly withering away until only an empty shell remained.
Yue Yiyue was so disgusted by this appearance that he took a step back.
A living person died before her eyes, but she didn't show much emotion in her eyes.
There was no fear, because I had become somewhat numb to it over the past few days.
I wasn't worried, because I knew worrying was useless.
The only thought in her mind was that it was a good thing Nan Qiu didn't see this scene.
She will cry.
After all, they were classmates who had known each other for a long time.
Yue Yiyue looked at the wisp of a remnant soul in that spot, and soon the sound of its muttering reached Yue Yiyue's ears.
"We've all never experienced the taste of a man... Otherwise... Nanqiu, let's... be together... Yes, I'm... going now..."
Yue Yiyue opened the employee handbook expressionlessly, her finger tracing over Article 37, looking at the instructions for handling remnant souls.
The first is a gentle act of deliverance, while the following is violent destruction.
The knocking sounded, and Yue Yiyue paused in his actions, cautiously walking to the toilet door and gripping the brick in his hand.
"Yue Yiyue, it's time to go back to the dormitory."
It was Ye Qiu's voice.
Yue Yiyue was not surprised by her arrival.
"Do you have a lighter? I'm going to burn this thing." Yue Yiyue opened the door, looked at the person standing outside, and waved the remnant soul she had crushed into a ball in her hand.
"This thing was trying to eat swan meat, and it had a taboo between its two ears. It grew to such a size only because it was quiet. It deserved to die."
"Did it burn?" Ye Qiu walked over, took out a lighter from his pocket, and the blue flame quickly ignited the remnant soul.
The flames slowly licked away the remnants of the soul.
"You know that doing this will prevent you from being reborn as a human in your next life, right?" She admired this lively side of Yue Yiyue, then took out a wet wipe, took Yue Yiyue's hand, and wiped it clean little by little.
Ye Qiu did it so naturally that Yue Yiyue didn't even realize there was a water tap right next to him.
She stood there obediently, letting Ye Qiu wipe her hands clean and disinfect them.
"Whether I can be reincarnated or not is a question," Yue Yiyue replied seriously.
Ye Qiu smiled and changed the subject: "I came to pick you up and take you back to your dorm. It's getting late."
After saying that, she naturally took Yue Yiyue's hand and led him away from the restroom.
The toilet door closed again, and silence fell over the toilet.
The light bulb hanging above flickered for a moment, and the entire toilet looked completely different.
The corpses lay piled up in layers, lying haphazardly on the four sides, dismembered limbs, eyeballs, and other human organs, randomly stacked together.
The person in the middle of the toilet regretfully picked up the still relatively new leather bag: "Another useless piece of trash."
Only Zhang Yang remains as a chess piece; it's uncertain how far she can go.
We must keep Gu Nanqiu here.
She carefully took out a notebook and reverently kissed the sketch on it.
She will take Yue Yiyue's place.
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A gentle evening breeze was blowing, and because one of the rules was that people couldn't go out at night, there weren't many people along the way.
Yue Yiyue naturally assumed that it was a "special privilege" granted by the director of the Political Education Department.
She didn't ask any more questions.
Follow Ye Qiu obediently.
Looking at the clasped hands, she still asked in confusion, "Do the hands have to be like this?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Ye Qiu loosened his grip, and Yue Yiyue saw that the thing in front of him had suddenly changed its appearance.
Many more "classmates" appeared all around.
They all turned to look at Yue Yiyue's location.
Without hesitation, Yue Yiyue immediately grabbed Ye Qiu's hand and squeezed it tightly.
The person next to him laughed happily: "Any more questions?"
Yue Yiyue shook his head honestly: "No."
I thought Ye Qiu would say something more, but she just silently took Yue Yiyue's hand and walked forward.
Several times, Yue Yiyue couldn't help but want to ask Ye Qiu why she could see her situation and why her voice could be heard when Zhang Yang appeared.
But her intuition told her that Ye Qiu wouldn't tell her if she asked, or that he would require her to agree to certain conditions.
They walked in silence all the way to the dormitory entrance.
"Go on upstairs." Ye Qiu placed a warm meal in Yue Yiyue's hands: "You did very well today."
She's so adorable; the way she tries so hard to think things through is truly captivating.
Yue Yiyue was indeed a little hungry. She took the food, thanked him politely, and, not having any cash on her, thought for a moment and asked, "Is there anything I can help you with?"
"Let's go up." Ye Qiu smiled.
Yue Yiyue left too swiftly, missing the look in Ye Qiu's eyes that seemed to want to devour her whole.
She looked at the scattered red marks on the back of Yue Yiyue's neck, flicked her finger, and the transparent little thing beside her immediately turned pink and wrapped itself around Ye Qiu's finger.
"She's so oblivious. She could be even more outrageous next time..."
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As soon as Yue Yiyue reached the floor, he was embraced by Gu Nanqiu.
Before she could say anything, Gu Nanqiu seemed to have seen something she shouldn't have, and led Yue Yiyue into the bathroom.
Hot water poured down, soaking their clothes.
The cramped space, the closed door, the steamy bathroom—the two of them stood there, both soaked to the bone. Their clothes clung to their bodies, outlining the boy's beautiful physique.
Water droplets kept splashing onto her slender neck, then sliding down her collarbone, finally being intercepted by the beautiful lace trim that was faintly visible.
Yue Yiyue dared not look down any further, and looked away. Seeing Gu Nanqiu's eyes were as red as a little rabbit's, she softened her tone and hugged her: "I'm back. What's wrong? Did I pick up some kind of stench?"
Perhaps the water was too hot, because Yue Yiyue felt that his ears had turned completely red.
Gu Nanqiu sniffed, rubbed against Yue Yiyue like a cat, and said in a drawn-out, coquettish voice, "Yiyue, there's something dirty on your back, let me wash it off for you, okay?"
She emphasized again, "It's very dirty."
Perhaps it got there in the toilet; Yue Yiyue had no doubts.
“I’ll do it myself—” Yue Yiyue pressed down on Nan Qiu’s restless hand and took an awkward step back.
Yue Yiyue glanced uncomfortably at the shower gel stand, then loosened and tightened his grip on Gu Nanqiu's hand, saying somewhat shyly, "How about we shower separately?"
"Well... I'm the one who helps others, I'm not used to others helping me."
Gu Nanqiu looked at Yue Yiyue with a shy smile: "Then Yiyue, can you turn your back over and I'll wash the dirt off your back before we leave, okay?"
Her clothes were already wet, so Yue Yiyue gave up on the suggestion, afraid that she would catch a cold.
Since things had come to this, Yue Yiyue swiftly took off his clothes and then asked Gu Nanqiu to turn around so he could wash her hair.
Yue Yiyue immediately got the hang of washing his sisters' hair and stopped being shy. He massaged Nanqiu's scalp and relaxed her shoulders and neck.
Yue Yiyue ran his hand over Gu Nanqiu's somewhat thin back, landing on her delicate shoulder blades, and unconsciously caressed them: "You've lost weight recently."
"It's alright." Gu Nanqiu squinted and let out a comfortable sigh: "Thank you for the leap."
After making sure all the foam had been rinsed off her hair, Gu Nanqiu turned around. Her dark, wet hair and pale face created a striking visual contrast, like a brightly colored siren on the sea.
The next moment, they could drag Yue Yiyue into the deep sea...
“Turn around, Yiyue, let me wash away the filth and be clean here.” Gu Nanqiu blinked and gave a sweet smile.
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