Chapter 2 Social Death is Like Your Mom Beating You
Lin Zhuyue ignored the boy's gaze. She continued to carry her shoulder bag and her car keys to the parking area, where she found her red bicycle. She unlocked it, backed it out from under the shed, and rode it off to the outside of the school.
She lives in a community about two kilometers away from the school, and it only takes fifteen minutes to ride a bike there.
The environment of the community is pretty good and it has all kinds of facilities.
She went into a 24-hour convenience store that was still open past ten in the evening, grabbed a box of instant noodles and a sausage, and went to the checkout line. There were two boys and a girl in front of her, wearing the same school uniform as her, each holding a satisfying meal.
The school has dinner time for students before six o'clock, but school is over at nine fifty. Growing teenagers tend to get hungry easily, and often need a fourth meal or snack after school to fill their hunger.
While waiting in line, Lin Zhuyue said to the clerk behind the counter, "Please give me a corn, the sweeter, stickier kind, please. Thank you."
She touched her stomach through her school uniform.
I seem to be particularly hungry today.
It feels like she can finish two buckets of instant noodles.
She paid the bill, picked up the plastic bag, and rode her bike to her building. She arrived in less than two minutes. She parked her bike in the two-wheeled parking area outside the building, locked it, and carried the plastic bag into the hallway to call the elevator.
Lin Zhuyue took the elevator to the twelfth floor. She got out of the elevator and walked to the westernmost side of the corridor. Her right thumb rested on the fingerprint reader, and her other four fingers gripped the door handle. After a "buzz" sound, she opened the door and walked into the dark home.
She turned on the light, kicked off her pink and white sneakers, changed into lavender slippers with cartoon patterns, walked into the kitchen, put down the plastic bag in her hand, picked up the electric kettle, filled it with tap water, and started to boil water.
While waiting for the water to boil, she changed her clothes, washed her hands and face, threw the clothes she took off into the washing machine, added clothing disinfectant to the softener box, pressed the start button, and found an identical set of clothes from the closet and hung them by the bed in the room.
She walked towards the dining room, intending to sit there and eat some corn while she waited for the water to boil, but as she walked over, she noticed that the floor seemed a little dirty, so she got the flat mop and mopped it a little.
After putting the mop away, she ate corn while surfing the Internet on her newly turned-on mobile phone.
As a contemporary young person, she also uses the Internet. In the past, during the free time in physical education class, she would hide in the woods with her mobile phone to surf the Internet.
However, after becoming a senior high school student, the only two physical education classes a week, along with music, art, and information technology classes that had already been completed, disappeared from the timetable. Lin Zhuyue no longer brought his mobile phone to school, and his only time to go online was during the snack time after evening self-study.
If Lin Zhuyue wasn't worried about food staining the vocabulary book, he would use this time to memorize words.
She opened the school forum to see if there were any updates to the Muyan Tabloid, which was jointly run by the school's teachers and students. The serialized novels submitted by students were very good, but it seemed that due to funding and energy issues, the Muyan Tabloid would occasionally stop updating before the summer vacation, and there was no movement after the summer vacation.
Lin Zhuyue didn't read the Muyan tabloid, but he saw this post at first sight -
[Help! I know the school cafeteria is full of flies and snails, but isn't it outrageous to find this in my food?]
The time of posting is 17:43, dinner time.
The poster seemed to be afraid that the post would disgust people, so he was very considerate and did not put the pictures on the first floor. Because if he did so, the pictures would appear in the preview that can be seen before entering the post.
But this also makes some people more curious.
Lin Zhuyue couldn't help but click on the post and scroll down. The picture was on the second floor and loaded quickly.
A pair of brown chopsticks held a crimson object as thick as the chopstick tips and longer than a finger, covered in dense rings. To put it nicely, this thing is called a decomposer, but to put it bluntly, it's an earthworm.
Ugh!
[Which window is this from? Please avoid me!]
[The OP is trying to trick people into replying by posting spam, right?]
OP: [Fuck me! Why would I grab this thing? I'm not a primary school kid digging with a shovel! If I'm lying, I'll fill in the wrong answer sheet on the college entrance exam!]
OP: [The Malatang window on the easternmost side of the third floor.]
[I just had lunch today, yue!]
Lin Zhuyue was also dumbfounded. She was better off than the unfortunate person in the post. She had not eaten lunch.
But she had it yesterday evening!!!
The corn in my hand no longer tastes fragrant.
I don’t want to eat instant noodles, sausages, etc.
Lin Zhuyue sat back in the chair, feeling a slight stomachache.
The pain did not go away until I fell asleep.
She slept soundly that night. When she was woken up by the alarm clock, she felt her breath was a little hot and her hands were also warm. She immediately realized that she had a fever.
She climbed out of bed, looking for a thermometer and some fever-reducing medicine. As soon as she got out of bed, she felt light-headed and her legs were a little weak.
The thermometer measured an axillary temperature of 38.7℃.
Lin Zhuyue sighed and set the mercury thermometer aside. She should have shaken the mercury out of the thermometer after using it, but she didn't have the energy. She simply waited until the fever subsided before shaking it out, even though it would take more effort.
I have antipyretics and anti-inflammatory drugs, but they will expire in two days.
Lin Zhuyue took the medicine, sent a text message to her class teacher asking for leave, and fell asleep on the bed in a daze.
When I woke up again, it was already daybreak. Even through the curtains, the light in the room was very bright.
Lin Zhuyue grabbed the phone to determine whether it was morning or afternoon, but as soon as he pressed the button to turn on the screen, he found that there were several chat messages popping up on the phone.
Hu Xiaoya: [Oh my god, my middle school classmate sent me this. He said the person in the picture looked familiar and asked me to identify him. I clicked on it and saw, isn't it you?]
Hu Xiaoya and Lin Zhuyue attended the same junior high school, in classes next to each other. Although they only became classmates in high school, they had actually been familiar with each other since junior high school.
Hu Xiaoya: [Shared on Weibo.]
Hu Xiaoya: [Where are you? Why aren't you at school or replying to messages? Are you okay?]
Lin Zhuyue: [Here it is, let me take a look.]
Lin Zhuyue clicked on the Weibo post shared by Hu Xiaoya.
#The supernatural rumors at a certain school are suspected to be true#
Lin Zhuyue already had a bad feeling.
The video starts playing. The location in the video is a toilet with three cubicles. The video is divided into three parts, corresponding to the cameras installed at three angles. One is outside the cubicle, and two are inside the cubicle that is not used as a utility room. The private parts of the person using the toilet can be captured.
However, the video quality is terrible, and whether it can be seen clearly is another matter.
Lin Zhuyue frowned.
The video continued to play, and a girl in a blue and white school uniform walked in. Lin Zhuyue recognized that it was herself.
Soon, the door to the middle cubicle opened, and the water in the squat toilet changed color. Perhaps because the platform's censorship prohibits posting gory videos with blood and gore, the blogger altered the color of the video, but only partially. As a result, the video switches back and forth between five or six frames of dark blue, three or four frames of blood and gore, and five or six frames of dark blue again.
After switching several times, the female ghost crawled out of the squat toilet. Lin Zhuyue screamed in panic and ran away. After failing to escape, he opened the door of the next cubicle, picked up the mop and beat the female ghost away.
The blogger who posted the video is a whistleblower blogger with a small number of fans, and there are already more than a hundred comments.
[No longer a stalker? Switching career to making supernatural films?]
[This is such a third-rate film, the quality is like a Category III movie, what the hell is this?]
[Am I the only one who feels like this doesn't look like acting...?]
[It doesn't look like shit. There are so many cameras in the women's restroom. The blogger is either a director or a pervert!]
Lin Zhuyue thought: He is indeed a pervert.
[Why does it look like the uniform of Yuancheng No. 1 Middle School? ]
Lin Zhuyue reported the Weibo post.
She switched back to the chat interface and explained to Hu Xiaoya why she didn't reply to the message before. She had a stomachache and a fever, and she had slept until now after taking a leave, so her fever should have subsided.
The two chatted for a few more minutes, and then it was time for class, and Hu Xiaoya didn't reply. Lin Zhuyue was still a little tired, so she got up, cooked some plain noodles, and went back to sleep.
As a senior high school student with the excellent quality of "recharging for five hours and studying for a whole day", Lin Zhuyue has been lacking sleep for a long time. He can continue to sleep as soon as he wakes up, and sleep until night.
When she woke up again, she picked up her phone and searched for the previous blogger.
Weibo disappeared as if it were intended.
But the blogger posted a new Weibo.
#The supernatural rumors at a certain school are suspected to be true##Follow-up on the dismemberment case in the female restroom of a middle school in Yuancheng##Female high school student violently beats up a female ghost#
The Weibo post not only included the video, but also included pictures from the news report of that year, a reply from the Yuancheng No. 1 Middle School forum saying "This girl is a senior high school student in our school", and a screenshot of the Weibo post being reported.
It has received 30,000 likes on Weibo, thousands of comments, and is about to be forwarded to over 10,000 times, and has become a hot topic in the city.
Lin Zhuyue opened the campus forum. This small forum was almost completely overrun by unregistered users from Weibo. The moderator turned on a function that only registered users could view, but the forum was already in a mess.
When Lin Zhuyue was halfway through reading, a call popped up on his phone. The caller was "Bai Zhu", Lin Zhuyue's homeroom teacher.
She answered the phone: "Teacher."
Bai Zhu's voice came through the microphone:
"Is your condition better?"
"Yeah, the fever has gone away."
"That's good."
Bai Zhu paused and said,
"Is it convenient for us to come to the school meeting room now? It's in Room 407 on the fourth floor of the office building."
Lin Zhuyue was stuck for a moment before responding:
"...Okay, I'll be there soon. Thank you, teacher."
It got into a big fuss.
Lin Zhuyue switched back to Weibo.
She saw the top comment:
[It's just like your mother spanking you. Doghead.doge]
Thank you for the invitation, your mother has died socially.
Not funny at all.
At 19:46 on September 12, Lin Zhuyue stood at the door of the school meeting room with a box of stomach medicine in his pocket, and raised his hand to knock on the door despite enduring the stomach pain.
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