Chapter 69
Chapter 69
No. 16 nudged Luo Yunmeng’s elbow and pointed toward the classroom with a laugh.
Forced to look away, Luo Yunmeng glanced over and saw Head Teacher Liu standing in place, so furious she kept stamping her feet.
Meanwhile, those two arms of hers that could stretch infinitely were actually weaving back and forth through the desk cubbies from underneath. Some parts had even been tied into dead knots. The whole scene was both spectacular and pitiful.
“Uh, well…” Luo Yunmeng was momentarily at a loss for words. She truly had no idea how to describe what she was feeling right now.
Poor Head Teacher Liu~
Luo Yunmeng clenched her fists in excitement.
Even if it was just a basic move, she still wanted to say: that was awesome~
-Holy shit! Ruthless!
-What a beautiful face, and what a vicious heart.
-Head Teacher Liu is way too miserable. Seriously, even in death she can’t rest in peace.
-Sister Li’s mouth must be blessed or something!
-White Moonlight is so cool, cold and dashing and funny. As expected of our buried-treasure boy~
-White Moonlight?? Are you serious, person above?! This guy is only handsome. He’s rotten inside and has a twisted personality, and you actually call him White Moonlight?! Um… if you’re not using your eyes, you can donate them. Seriously!!!
-Sadako: How is he not White Moonlight? Explain yourself!
-…….
-Sadako: Do you people think just because I don’t get angry, I’m an idiot? I’m seriously mad now!
-I’m out, I’m out. (calls a cab and flees overnight.jpg)
On this side, Qiao Yu strode quickly into the dorm building, only to be stopped at the entrance by the Dorm Superintendent.
“Leave slip.”
He lifted his eyes and glanced at him, his voice cold. “I don’t have one.”
“No slip, no entering the dorm. Class isn’t over yet.” At that point, the Dorm Superintendent paused subtly, then looked behind him.
Qiao Yu followed his gaze and turned back, only to see No. 23 hurrying back toward them, raising his hand to greet him even from a distance.
Qiao Yu frowned and cursed under his breath. With a shift of his steps, he slipped around the Dorm Superintendent.
“Student, you can’t enter the dorm during class without a leave slip! Are you trying to make me report you to your head teacher?” Seeing that he was about to run, the Dorm Superintendent stepped forward to grab him.
The moment the Dorm Superintendent’s fingers touched Qiao Yu’s wrist, he suddenly hissed. “Why is your wrist so cold?”
Qiao Yu ignored his question and only shot him an icy glance. Not until the man unconsciously released him did he swiftly turn and head upstairs.
For some reason, the Dorm Superintendent did not chase after him again.
By the time No. 23 ran up, the Dorm Superintendent saw that he wanted to enter as well and raised an arm to stop him. “Student, leave slip. No entry to the dorm during class without a leave slip.”
“Then how did No. 18 get in?” No. 23 stood at the entrance, both confused and a little depressed.
What depressed him was: why had Qiao Yu ignored him?
“I’ll report his situation to Head Teacher Liu of Class F in a moment.”
No. 23 was briefly speechless, then muttered quietly, “That’s not what I meant…”
Just then, a figure strode over. No. 23 knew at a single glance from the person’s face that it was No. 54.
There was no helping it. That face was so outstanding that even without deliberately paying attention, it left a deep impression in the mind.
The other party stepped forward. Before the Dorm Superintendent could even speak, he beat him to it by stuffing a stack of bright red bills into his hand. No. 23 did not know the exact amount, but there had to be at least three thousand there.
Then the Dorm Superintendent cheerfully stepped aside and let him pass.
No. 23: “……”
Today, he finally understood what it meant when people said money could make ghosts grind the mill.
The door to Dormitory 305 was not fully closed. It was left ajar, revealing a thin crack.
Shang Yan reached out and gently pushed it open. At a glance, he saw Qiao Yu’s figure. For some unknown reason, Qiao Yu had been standing in front of the window the entire time, his back facing him.
Shang Yan closed the door firmly behind him, then walked unhurriedly to the window and stared at him for a while.
Qiao Yu had held the same posture for a long time without moving, gazing fixedly out at the pitch-black night beyond the window. It was as if a thin layer of ice covered his pupils, and within them seemed to lie a deep, impenetrable distance.
Shang Yan watched him for a while, as if he had noticed something. Then he suddenly yanked the thick mask off Qiao Yu’s face.
Qiao Yu froze. Only after a long moment did he belatedly raise a hand to touch his face, finally realizing the mask had been taken away.
The next second, two long, slender fingers pinched his chin, forcing him to tilt his head up.
Shang Yan looked at his skin, pale to the point of almost being translucent, and asked, “Why aren’t you breathing?”
His tone sounded perfectly calm, but the person listening was anything but.
Qiao Yu’s expression went rigid. He said nothing and didn’t move.
“Qiao Yu.” Shang Yan called his name tentatively, then pressed, “Tell me why.”
Only when the fingers gripping his chin slowly tightened did Qiao Yu’s unfocused pupils drift sluggishly toward him.
“The smell is so good…”
Shang Yan didn’t understand. “What smell is so good?”
“The people who drank the soup… They smell so good…”
Qiao Yu’s voice held no inflection at all as he slowly added, “So good… I want to eat them.”
At that, Shang Yan’s back stiffened. A flicker of astonishment crossed that face of his, beautiful as peach blossoms.
But he quickly suppressed the emotions surging inside him and spoke with patient restraint. “Did you notice it just now, when we were eating in the cafeteria?”
Qiao Yu nodded. Seeing that Shang Yan’s expression still hadn’t changed, he lost control and reached out, grabbing the other man’s collar with such force it looked like he might crush the fabric in his fist. “Shang Yan, if I can’t hold back and eat someone… what am I supposed to do?”
**
Since it was almost time for evening self-study to end, the streamers from Class F all chose to return to the dorms and wait there. After all, wandering around this strange school in the middle of the night really wasn’t safe.
When Luo Yunmeng came back, she saw No. 23 crouching at the entrance to the dorm building, holding a twig and drawing back and forth on the ground.
It was cement flooring. No one could tell what he was writing.
Luo Yunmeng glanced at him and asked, “What are you crouching here for?”
No. 23 stopped and sighed. “It’s not time for class to end yet, so they won’t let us into the dorm.”
Hearing that, Luo Yunmeng also found it irritating.
She couldn’t help looking up toward the Dorm Superintendent’s room by the entrance. Through the open window, she saw the old Dorm Superintendent staring fixedly at No. 23.
No matter how she looked at that gaze, it was unsettling.
Seeing this, Luo Yunmeng bent her elbow and nudged No. 23. Perhaps she used a little too much force, because No. 23 impatiently threw away the twig and glared at her.
“What are you doing?”
Then he followed the direction of her finger and looked toward the reception room where the Dorm Superintendent stayed.
With just one look, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
The Dorm Superintendent’s aged, murky eyes were fixed straight on him, and a strand of some unknown sticky liquid had seeped from the corner of his mouth. It looked like drool.
A chill ran down No. 23’s spine. He couldn’t understand why the Dorm Superintendent was looking at him so strangely too.
While the two of them were still badly shaken, the other streamers gradually arrived at the entrance to the dorm building as well.
The Dorm Superintendent’s eerie gaze shifted away and landed on the female streamer closest to the entrance, the one with No. 49 marked on her school uniform.
The drool seemed to flow even more.
No. 49 couldn’t help taking a step back. Carefully, she asked, “Dorm Superintendent, evening self-study is over. Can we still not go in?”
“It’s already nine?” The Dorm Superintendent swallowed, staring at her as if she were a plate of delicious food. “I haven’t eaten yet.”
“Haven’t eaten?”
What did he mean by that?
Facing that gaze, No. 49 couldn’t help taking another step back. A thin layer of cold sweat broke out across her forehead.
Fortunately, the Dorm Superintendent suddenly looked away. As he opened the door, he rambled by way of explanation, “The staff cafeteria ran out of ingredients. The new ingredients that came in were too few, not enough to go around…”