Chapter 38 Physical Education
Jiu Nian was obviously stunned for a moment, as if he didn't understand why Qing Bai suddenly said that.
Qing Bai stared at him for a while, until Jiu Nian looked away awkwardly. Then he said calmly, "It's just a little strange. As long as you don't make a sound, they seem to not see you."
After hearing Qing Bai's words, Fat Qi realized that something was amiss with those people's reactions. It wouldn't make sense for a tall, handsome man like Jiu Nian to be invisible standing there. Even without looking at his face, his mysterious and reliable aura, which was palpable even without the need for eyes, was like a bright spotlight in the darkness of a place full of ghosts, impossible to ignore. If it weren't for the fear of embarrassing Qing Ge, and the intimidation of Jiu Nian's seemingly gentle yet inexplicably unapproachable aura, he would have wanted to cling to Jiu Nian's body for the entire process, like a pendant, to pass through without a hitch.
But these people just focused all their attention and thoughts on Qing Bai. Looking back at the scene after arriving in this classroom, it seemed as if they had never taken the initiative to look at Jiu Nian, nor had they ever spoken to Jiu Nian...
Thinking of this, Qi Xiaopang also looked at Jiunian with a sharp gaze: "Coach, I want to learn this too! I don't need all of it! As long as I can become invisible to ghosts, that's enough!"
For nine years, he had been locked in gazes, with nowhere to escape or avoid them. He could only cough dryly, "It's not invisibility, it's just that his presence is weak..."
"Um... I'm still here..." Ban Bieyi covered the knife wound on his waist and thought to himself that I am the one with a weak sense of existence.
Now it was Qing Bai who was coughing. But Qing Bai still glanced at Jiu Nian first, satisfied to see a hint of hesitation on Jiu Nian's face. The hidden uneasiness in his heart was instantly soothed. However, he did not continue to question him. Instead, he temporarily freed his hand, shifted his gaze to Ban Bieyi, and asked with concern, "Are you still holding on?"
Although appendectomy is a minor operation, I couldn't help but be caught and played a survival game right after the operation. After all, there was a cut on my body.
Ban Bieyi gave a forced smile. Although his expression was not good, his voice was not weak. "It's okay. I won't die for a while... Why did you suddenly come to the hospital? Didn't I tell you that minor surgeries don't require visitors?"
Although I felt the excitement of meeting old friends in a foreign land and finally seeing living people when I first saw them, after the excitement faded, an endless fear came over me.
He also realized in the past few days that what happened to him was not accidental, but what was their fault?
They had just graduated, and their bright and beautiful life had just begun. If they were trapped here because of him... they would die with regrets.
Qing Bai and Qi Xiaopang exchanged a glance. Ban Bieyi had assumed they were visiting him in the hospital and didn't know about the text message. Qi Xiaopang had been suspicious and hadn't spoken a word, but now, looking at Ban Bieyi's guilty and uneasy face, he didn't know whether he should speak or not.
Qi Xiaopang hesitated several times to speak, but Qing Bai hesitated for only a few seconds before speaking: "I'm not here to visit..."
Ban Bieyi choked up, looking at Qing Bai's expressionless handsome face, he inexplicably felt a kind of self-indulgent shame... Given their shallow friendship, Qing Bai really didn't need to come to visit him when he had a minor operation. If he was critically ill and waiting to die, he could follow the crowd and take a look, then stand in front of his bedside or coffin and say "I'm sorry" expressionlessly.
Ban Bieyi's mind was just racing. He hadn't expected him to actually be 'critically ill'. Looking at the text message displayed by Qi Xiaopang, Ban Bieyi's eyes widened and his voice rose several degrees: "You believe this obviously scam text message?"
Qi Xiaopang: “…” I just don’t want to be said like this by you, a wealthy victim of fraud!
Maybe it was because the time was up or because she was frightened by Ban Bieyi's suddenly high voice, but Zhou Xiaoya, who had been sitting in her seat blankly, suddenly stood up. Because she moved so quickly and hastily, the seat behind her made a series of harsh friction sounds with the ground.
Ban Bieyi subconsciously said "sorry".
Zhou Xiaoya's long, smooth, black hair hung down on both sides of her cheeks as she moved. The hair swayed gently like clouds and curtains, and her expression could not be seen clearly. After a moment of silence or stagnation, she lowered her head and walked towards the door. Unlike Chang Qiuqiu, who could stride briskly even in ill-fitting high heels, Zhou Xiaoya was as elegant as her name, with her shoulders not moving and her long hair not fluttering... She was practically floating as she walked, and she was indeed floating as she walked.
Qing Baixianxian said: "Based on the current situation, it is not considered a fraud."
Qing Bai's gaze fell back on Ban Bieyi, focusing on the waist he was holding with his hands. Although he looked fine now, aside from a slightly pale complexion, that might not be the case once he got out. Fortunately, his body hadn't shrunk, otherwise, with the resentment taking over, he might have been issued a critical illness notice.
Ban Bieyi choked again: "The other students didn't come, right?"
If an entire squad were wiped out, that would be a sin...
Qi Xiaopang said to reassure the class: "No, no! Brother Qing and I are the representatives sent by our class!"
...It can be considered a blessing in disguise, Banbie had expected.
After a few words of idle chat, Zhou Xiaoya just floated out of the classroom door, and Qing Bai immediately followed her: "Let's go to physical education class."
Qi Xiaopang was still a little confused and glanced at Ban Bieyi's waist in embarrassment: "Master, can you do this?"
Even though he knew this was the fat boy's pure and simple concern, Ban Bieyi couldn't help but twitch his lips and quickly replied, "I can do it... I must do it."
In just two sentences, the two of them slowed down several steps. The quiet Jiunian was only one step behind Qing Bai. From his height and angle, if he lowered his eyes even slightly, he would see Qing Bai's slender white neck. In that white... there was a small red mole.
After only a few steps, Jiu Nian was dizzy and confused by the small red mole. He knew that staring at someone's neck was very rude, but the word "rude" could not make him look away at this time.
Amidst the chaos, Jiu Nian felt inexplicably certain that he must have seen a mole as cute as this one somewhere before, or even... or even...
Qing Bai suddenly stopped, as if sensing something, and asked without turning back, "Do you have something to say?"
Jiu Nian was stunned for a moment, his mind filled with a mess of thoughts that he couldn't even make sense of. He opened his mouth and said, "I'm not human. I have a very heavy Yin energy. In this place where Yin and Yang meet, as long as I try to restrain myself, people and things blinded by the Yin and resentment will subconsciously ignore me. To them, I am like the Yin energy that is everywhere here, so..."
Is this in response to the previous question about 'invisibility'?
Qing Bai raised his hand and pressed the back of his neck hard, his expression helpless: "You stared at me... for a long time, and that's all you want to say?"
Jiunian was very embarrassed, but had no way to explain it, so he had to nod reluctantly.
Qing Bai turned around and gave him a half-smile, not caring: "Alright."
After a brief interlude, the two continued walking forward. Jiu Nian tried hard to restrain his gaze, but he couldn't help but look at the pale neck so close before his eyes... This person pinched himself without knowing how to control his strength. The pale skin was very noticeable even with the slightest color. The small piece of thin red rose petal lying across the back of his neck was glaring, but even so... it was still familiar, even more familiar...
When several people followed Zhou Xiaoya to the playground with their own thoughts, the huge playground had been cleared. Apart from the 'students' of Class 2, Grade 9, no one else was seen. But even with only one class left, there was still a visibly eerie atmosphere. It was clearly an open and spacious playground, but every sound made by those students who were joking and playing on the playground like little black ants actually had an echo, as if... there was a layer of cover that they could not see with their naked eyes.
Qing Bai didn't want to get involved in those students who were playing around for who knows what. He just found a place that was neither too close nor too far away, out of the way, and where he could see the whole place clearly. He stood there with his arms folded, quietly waiting for what might happen next.
Zhou Xiaoya, who was 'leading the way' for them, seemed to have the same idea, and was standing apart from the crowd, neither too far nor too close.
However, after looking around, Qing Bai did not find the three people who came down before them in the playground. He frowned and wanted to look for them carefully, but because of physical problems and because he had to take care of Ban Beiyi who had health problems, Qi Xiaopang finally arrived.
Classmate Qing Bai frowned and looked around. After a moment's thought, he realized what he was looking for: "They should be in the sports equipment room."
After saying that, he raised his hand and pointed. Qing Bai looked in the direction he pointed and found that there was a small bungalow behind the flag-raising platform in the playground. It was located on the edge of the playground, but was far independent of the connected teaching buildings. It was small and square, like a lonely matchbox.
"Where are they going and what are they doing?" Qi Xiaopang asked puzzledly.
Ban Beiyi pressed his pale lips into a straight line. After a moment of silence, he whispered a few words: "To discuss something."
They always have a lot to discuss.
Qi Xiaopang was still puzzled. "It's already this late. What can't we say in person? Even if we don't trust the three of us, we shouldn't exclude you. Aren't we all old classmates?"
Ban Beiyi's face turned pale and he remained silent.
Qing Bai and Jiu Nian looked at each other. They had nothing to say in response to Qi Xiaopang's precise stab.
Qi Xiaopang slapped his mouth hard with a cry of "ouch!", then hurriedly explained: "Teacher, that's not what I meant!"
"It's definitely not your fault that they discussed things behind your back. They must have some unspeakable secret that they dare not reveal to your face..."
Ban Bieyi sighed, his expression becoming even uglier. "They should be discussing who will answer the questions tonight."
Qi Xiaopang: "Then, teacher, you are..."
This kind of deadly thing is essentially the same as talking bad about people behind their backs. People always talk about whoever is not around.
Ban Biyi shook his head, as if he knew something but didn't know where to start.
Qing Bai took the initiative to ask, "How did you choose the people in the past three nights?"
Ban Bieyi whispered, "Draw lots."
Qing Bai raised his eyebrows: "Was it that guy in the suit, Gao Tai, who came up with this idea?"
Ban Bieyi glanced at Qing Bai with a bit of surprise, then nodded and said, "Yeah."
Qing Bai smiled with an ambiguous tone: "That's a good idea..."
Being trapped in such a place, facing the choice between life and death, what is more terrifying than ghosts is the human heart. If people arrange the choices again and again, it is easy to cause dissatisfaction and killing each other if you are not careful. It is better to leave it to fate. If you draw it, it is luck, and if you don’t draw it, it is also luck... Having someone help you cheat is even more luck.
Ban Bieyi pursed his lips tightly, his breathing becoming irregular. He glanced intently at the equipment room, as if he could see through the thick brick walls the people whispering inside. Then, as if finally making up his mind, he whispered, "...Although I haven't been in the office to answer the questions, and they haven't told me, but... I have a rough idea of what the question is."
Qing Bai and Jiu Nian had a tacit understanding and did not urge him. They just waited quietly for him to finish speaking. Fat Qi did not dare to make a sound.
"It should be...it should be the cause of Zhou Xiaoya's death, or...who is her murderer."
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