After Entering a Romance Reality Show Disguised as a Man to Win Over All the Female Leads - Chapter 19

Rong Yu abruptly opened her eyes.

She found herself back in the dormitory from the beginning.

What she wore was still the casual short-sleeved shirt and shorts she had been wearing when she first woke up. Around her was still the quiet, tidy girls’ high school dormitory.

She instantly understood what the system’s initial reminder—“This current instance has unlimited attempts”—meant.

This script could actually restart infinitely?!

Rong Yu: “?”

The livestream viewers laughed loudly.

[Rongrong: Never in my life have I encountered something this speechless.]

[Hahahahahaha, Little Brother Rong Yu’s expression is killing me.]

All the viewers were laughing. Only Rong Yu lay blankly on the bed, thinking through the contents of this instance.

She suddenly remembered the red-text prompt on the wall when she first woke up.

Mission Content: Successfully find the key to survival and safely get through one night.

Important Note: This current instance has unlimited attempts. Player, please work hard to discover useful information around you and successfully survive one night.

So her only mission was to survive successfully.

And around her, there was some kind of medium that could help her survive. She needed to find it as quickly as possible to help herself get through tonight.

Rong Yu blinked and looked at the ceiling above her, her mind rapidly beginning to think.

An escape-flow instance looked somewhat simpler than a purely brain-based instance, but for a weak little newbie like her, who had never learned martial arts at all, an action-type escape instance was much harder than a purely intellectual one. It tested mobility and reaction speed heavily.

If it were a puzzle-solving instance, although Rong Yu had never played infinite-flow games, she had written many scripts before, so she could still think through a thing or two.

But escape-type…

She sat up and looked down at her body, which barely had any meat on it…

Then she numbingly and silently lay back down, peacefully giving up.

He Huaiting had originally been standing at the dormitory door just like last time. This time, seeing Rong Yu sit up and then lie back down again, she slowly walked over, leaned down, and looked at her.

“It’s time to get up.”

Rong Yu sat up bitterly. Just like last time, she went to the bathroom to change, then finished washing up and followed He Huaiting out.

The two walked side by side to the cafeteria to buy breakfast, then carried breakfast toward the classroom.

Rustling sunlight passed through the tree canopies on both sides of the campus path, casting itself through the Tyndall effect onto He Huaiting beside her. It divided her cold, stunning, flawless side profile into sharp light and shadow.

He Huaiting walked with her with a calm expression, without the slightest abnormality on her face.

Everything was the same as the scene when she first woke up.

Peaceful, quiet, the years gentle and still.

As if it had brought her back to revisit the warm campus days of high school.

But this time, no matter what, Rong Yu did not dare let her guard down again.

The moment she thought of the scene where her chest had been pierced through and she had been killed last time, her heart could not help pounding wildly. Her fingertips went numb, and waves of chill spread over the back of her neck and chest.

As she walked, she instinctively looked around, always feeling as if she were being watched by an invisible pair of eyes. She kept looking back, afraid that the monster with black patterns all over its face and a dry, yellowed arm—who knew if it was human or ghost—would rush out again and kill her.

Her abnormal behavior drew He Huaiting’s sideways glance.

“What’s wrong?”

That aloof, indifferent expression looked as if she had no idea what Rong Yu had experienced.

“……”

The corner of Rong Yu’s mouth twitched. She simply wanted to pinch her face.

Just keep pretending.

Acting as if this script wasn’t chosen by you.

Comments:

[Hahahahahaha, acting school! Acting school!]

[Rong Yu: ? So good at acting.]

[Rongrong has it so hard. I’m dying.]

But Rong Yu could not directly ask her, “How exactly do you clear this script?” right to her face. She could only grit her teeth and respond according to the plot.

“N-nothing.”

He Huaiting gave an “mm,” then continued expressionlessly leading her toward the classroom.

The shirt under her sweater was buttoned all the way up to the top button. The neat standing collar fit perfectly against her slender, pale neck.

Abstinent, restrained, cold.

Even bathed in the bright warmth of the blazing sun, her entire person was still like a sharp ancient sword beneath moonlight.

The same school uniform looked like a pretty, delicate British-style JK outfit on Rong Yu. But on He Huaiting, it became elegant, cold frost.

Like a precisely calculated instrument, just standing there quietly gave off a clear radiance others could not profane.

When she lowered her head, she was restrained yet sharp. Any casual lift of her eyes was as stunning as moonlight pouring down.

Even the motion of her walking carried a self-contained, outwardly polished yet inwardly restrained charm.

She was exactly like Lian Langsheng when she had just begun showing her edge.

Rong Yu almost lost focus looking at her, assuming He Huaiting were not pretending so hard not to know the plot.

Rong Yu: “……”

The viewers in the comments were dying of laughter.

[Stop bullying Little Brother Rongrong. He’s really so cute, wuwuwu, how can you bear to do this!!! So let me bully him instead. quietly]

[Little brother, I’ll teach you. When dealing with this kind of sister who likes pretending, you should directly reverse the situation and force yourself on her, or forcibly seduce her!!! Make her lose composure, make her moan softly, make her unable to control herself, eyes full of spring tears! Make her bury her face against your neck, breathing hotly with spring all over her face! Only then will she learn to behave!!!]

[? Sister upstairs, if you can write like this, go publish a book.]

Rong Yu could not see the viewers’ comments. She withdrew her gaze from He Huaiting and continued carefully observing the movements around them.

Fortunately, all the way until the two entered the teaching building, nothing abnormal appeared around them.

Rong Yu secretly let out a breath of relief and gradually relaxed—

Suddenly.

On the stairs, the unfamiliar girl who had called He Huaiting away before ran down again.

Seeing the two of them, the girl immediately waved at them, then said to He Huaiting, “He Huaiting, Teacher Wang wants you to go see her.”

Alarm bells instantly rang in Rong Yu’s mind, and her entire body tensed.

She subconsciously grabbed He Huaiting’s hand.

The girl beside her was clearly startled. She turned to look at Rong Yu, inquiry in her eyes.

Rong Yu wanted to say, Don’t go.

But she suddenly remembered that He Huaiting’s character setting was “God of Learning.” Back then, Lian Langsheng had also been a top student and had been called by teachers every day to help grade papers and participate in various activities.

Lian Langsheng had always been someone with her own thoughts. Whatever she wanted to do, she could do.

She was wind, she was cloud, she was a crane soaring through the sky. Even if a hidden dragon rested in the abyss, once it rose, it would still ascend to the ninth heaven.

Rong Yu only wanted to silently help Lian Langsheng. She had never let herself hinder her steps.

She never wanted to become her obstacle.

Even in the brain world, it was the same.

And so the words she had not said instantly sealed themselves in her mouth, unable to come out no matter what.

She could only dryly squeeze out one sentence.

“…It’s nothing. Go ahead.”

Rong Yu lowered her head and avoided He Huaiting’s gaze. She did not notice that beside her, He Huaiting’s gaze was sharp, her golden eyes fixed on her, and her face suddenly turned bone-chillingly cold.

Yet the moment Rong Yu raised her head to look over, it instantly returned to normal.

He Huaiting answered in a low voice, “Okay.”

Then she stepped toward the girl upstairs.

The two disappeared again at the end of the staircase.

The livestream viewers became nervous too.

[It’s over. Is that murderer about to come??]

[Ahhhhhhh, I’m so scared!!]

[Sss, I have an ominous feeling.]

It was not only the livestream viewers who had an ominous feeling. Rong Yu had one too.

And hers was even stronger.

The instant He Huaiting’s figure completely disappeared around the corner of the stairs, the creepy sensation of being watched that had appeared before once again wrapped around Rong Yu. The hair all over her body stood on end, and she could not control the chill spreading over her back.

This was the human body’s instinctive, animal-like reaction when facing danger.

But this time, Rong Yu had learned her lesson. She no longer walked to the stairs on the other side like last time. Instead, she followed the direction He Huaiting and the other girl had gone, first going up to the floor where her classroom was, then walking along the corridor of the teaching building toward the classroom.

To her right was a balcony fitted with guardrails. Blinding light shone in from outside the building into the corridor and classrooms.

To her left were the bright, clean classrooms.

Rong Yu walked along the corridor toward the classroom in her memory. Along the way, she saw students in the classrooms either chasing and playing, reading in the classroom, or shouting and chatting before class had begun.

The teaching building before class was noisy and lively, no different from the youthful scene in her memories.

Provided one ignored the faint, almost imperceptible chill around her that made her entire body tense.

But as Rong Yu continued walking, the closer she got to her own classroom, the stranger the classrooms she passed became.

They clearly had the same interior design, but the bright classrooms gradually became gray and dim.

Some people inside were howling and forming groups to fight. Some were tearing at long hair. Others had collapsed, clutching their heads while crying and screaming, rolling on the ground with exam papers in their hands.

Rong Yu turned her head and looked at the floor of one classroom. A girl lay there hugging her exam paper and wailing bitterly. Around her, her classmates laughed and played, as if they did not see her situation at all. They stepped over the hem of her clothes fallen on the ground and crossed past her to chat with others.

The sharp sobbing mixed with the girls’ cheerful, silver-bell-like laughter, making one’s hair stand on end.

The place where the girl lay was close to the window by the corridor. When Rong Yu lowered her head to look at her, the girl seemed to sense her gaze and suddenly raised her head to look at her.

Twisted, ferocious black patterns like creeping vines covered her entire face. Blood vessels like coiled flesh-maggots writhed across her face. Her scarlet eyes were dark yet tinged with blood, staring straight at Rong Yu.

She seemed to be smiling, but the corners of her mouth tore all the way to her ears, revealing a bloody maw full of mangled flesh and sharp teeth.

Even though Rong Yu clearly knew this was a brain world and there could not truly be supernatural forces, so she was not exactly afraid, her heart still could not help jumping at the sight.

And when that girl opened her mouth, she actually spat out two words.

“Rong—Yu—”

It was shockingly her name!

Rong Yu had no idea who she was or why she knew her name. She sucked in a breath and retreated half a step, only to see that the surrounding classmates had clearly also noticed the long-haired girl’s ghostly face, yet they were not panicked at all.

Instead, they clapped their hands and laughed loudly.

“Hahaha, another idiot! Another idiot!”

“Idiot, idiot! Another idiot!”

“Why does a piece of trash go to school? So stupid and dumb. Why don’t you just die already!”

The girl’s classmates also gathered around, watching the ghost-faced girl trapped in the center and laughing loudly.

The mocking laughter merged with the voices of the students in the corridor, sounding deafening.

The ghost-faced girl’s howling became even more intense, but she did not call Rong Yu’s name again. Instead, along with painful groans, she began continuously rolling on the floor.

Thick, filthy black blood poured from her five senses and gradually spread around her.

The crowd surrounding her, however, retreated in tacit understanding. No one cared about her situation. The classroom was full of boys and girls giving loud, unconcealed warnings.

“Hurry and stay away from her. Don’t get stained by the idiot’s blood, or you’ll become an idiot too.”

The sunlight-filled classroom gradually grew dim, filled with mocking laughter that carried a sense of dissonance. The clean, tidy room became like an altar binding a living person, the strange scene making one’s back go cold.

Rong Yu frowned and looked at the girl on the floor. Even though the girl looked very much like the person with black patterns all over her face who had killed her before, Rong Yu still could not help feeling a trace of pity.

But she could not figure out the current situation and did not dare act rashly. After frowning and observing the reactions of the different students for a while, she still chose to silently withdraw from the crowd.

She passed by the next classroom.

The students in that classroom had all gone to watch the ghost-faced girl in the previous room. Only one short-haired boy remained curled up in the corner, holding his head.

Wisps of black qi wound around the boy. The black qi tangled and coiled, drilling out from the top of his head. Its shape was like a dried, emaciated human figure sucked empty. The figure wrapped around the boy and gradually cocooned him within.

When Rong Yu passed by, the boy raised his head. The left half of his face was fair and delicate, while the right half, like the long-haired girl earlier, was covered in ferocious black patterns.

The moment he saw Rong Yu, he also began grinning like the previous girl. His half-human, half-ghost face began tearing open from the corners of his mouth. The bloody, mangled slit mumbled Rong Yu’s name indistinctly.

Rong Yu lowered her head, pretended not to see, and hurried past that classroom to keep moving forward.

Only then did the livestream viewers finally catch their breath.

[Holy crap?! These NPCs are acting too well. Fuck, scared me to death.]

[Ahhhhhhh, I’m scared.]

Compared to the viewers in the comments, Rong Yu was already much calmer.

She stopped looking at the situations inside the surrounding classrooms and began reviewing the people and events she had just seen.

She seemed to have vaguely figured out this instance’s setting.

This was an infinite-flow escape instance. The main mission was to survive one night inside it. As long as she endured until tonight, she would count as having succeeded.

But the students here were not normal. Some people’s faces would even transform into ferocious, twisted black patterns. These “mutated” students would be collectively called “idiots” by the others.

Rong Yu had once been attacked by this kind of ghost-faced person.

She could confirm that they were aggressive, but she did not know what caused them to attack.

The more Rong Yu thought about it, the more she felt this script was eerie and abnormal. She quickened her pace and hurried toward the classroom.

Finally, at the end of the corridor, she found her classroom—

Class 2-3.

The moment she approached the classroom door, Rong Yu felt as if she had returned to the past.

The classroom door was wide open, and most students could be seen in their seats.

Before Rong Yu entered, some had been lowering their heads and playing with phones, some had turned around to chat with others, and some were stepping on another classmate’s stomach, riding on top of them and fighting.

Rong Yu knew every one of them and could even call them by name.

These were all the high school classmates she and Lian Langsheng had once had.

The girl beating someone in the corner was strong and sturdy, with a fleshy face. The girl being beaten beneath her was dry and thin, with a sallow face.

When the two saw Rong Yu enter, they also stopped moving, as if they had completely forgotten they had just been tearing at and fighting each other. Their gazes fixed tightly on Rong Yu.

In reality, Rong Yu’s relationship with the other classmates had been extremely average. Normally, she followed Lian Langsheng around every day and rarely interacted with others.

Many people in class had said she was the God of Learning Lian Langsheng’s lapdog, but Rong Yu did not care.

She lowered her eyes to the ground, taking in everyone’s reactions with her peripheral vision. Following the memory of this body, she walked straight to the very center of the last row in the classroom and sat down in the standard “bad student” exclusive seat.

In the next second, homeroom teacher “Teacher Wang,” whose long straight hair was tied tightly behind her head, pulling her entire face backward, with half the top of her head bald, wearing a professional skirt suit and black-framed glasses, walked in with a pile of heavy textbooks in her arms, her face dark.

Her appearance was not ugly. She could even be considered pretty, with heroic features and three-dimensional contours.

But her skin was far too pale—pale to the point of transparency. The bluish-purple veins under her skin were especially obvious.

In addition, her pupils were much smaller than ordinary people’s. There was too much white in her eyes and too little black, making her look like some kind of reptile entering an attack state.

Her tight skirt suit was stretched over her body, revealing a tall, strong-boned figure. She looked to be at least 1.8 meters tall, and that was without counting the stiletto heels she wore.

Her feet struck the classroom’s marble floor with heavy thuds, feeling as if they could smash several holes in it.

The moment Rong Yu saw her stride into the classroom with that powerful aura, she felt that all the scenes outside the door earlier could not compare to this ugly expression.

When Teacher Wang placed the books in her arms onto the podium, the old, moldy wooden podium shook along with the entire classroom floor.

Rong Yu clearly felt the classmates around her shudder. Their eyes hid an indescribable fear as they looked at Teacher Wang.

Teacher Wang’s stern gaze swept around the classroom. Wherever her gaze reached, every student instinctively puffed out their chests and tensed their entire bodies.

Her gaze circled once and finally landed on Rong Yu. Then she glanced sideways at the empty seat beside Rong Yu, where He Huaiting should have been sitting. The gloomy expression on her face withdrew, and she split her mouth into a smile at Rong Yu.

“It’s rare that Rong Yu didn’t return to the classroom with He Huaiting today. Come sit in the first row. Let Teacher have a good look at you.”

“……?”

The moment she opened her mouth, it was top-tier horror film.

Teacher Wang’s words sounded wrong somehow.

Rong Yu remembered that because her grades in high school had not been outstanding, and Lian Langsheng was always with her, homeroom teacher Wang had not liked her.

She had even spoken to Lian Langsheng before, wanting to assign her a desk mate with excellent grades.

If Lian Langsheng had not insisted on sitting with her, the difference in their grades would have meant they could never sit together.

So why would Teacher Wang now take the initiative to speak to her?

And hadn’t He Huaiting been called to see her?

Why hadn’t they come back together?

Rong Yu was confused and hesitated without getting up.

On the podium, the pale-faced teacher with a strange and violent appearance narrowed her eyes. The smile on her face grew deeper and deeper. The corners of her mouth pulled into a line, already unable to conceal the eerie sharp teeth beneath her blue-purple lips.

The voice from her mouth mixed with a snake-like whisper.

“Come. Come over quickly.”

She stared straight at Rong Yu and stretched out her right hand, which had ten-centimeter-long green nails, beckoning continuously.

The woman’s skin was like dry, wrinkled bark, attached to strong, burly bones. Her movements were dull and slow, like a marionette being controlled by someone, her entire body exuding a rotten aura of death.

Rong Yu sat in her seat without moving.

The classroom was so quiet that even a falling needle could be heard. Even the sound of breathing vanished.

The silent classmates around her were like fake people. Expressionless, they all turned their heads in unison and stared straight at Rong Yu, who sat in the very center of the last row.

An invisible oppressive feeling floated above the entire classroom. Everyone’s deep, black, stagnant gazes reflected Rong Yu’s figure.

When Rong Yu stood up, the whole class raised their heads along with her movement, continuing to stare at her expressionlessly without blinking.

The livestream viewers were already frantically inhaling.

[Ahhhhhhh, retreat retreat retreat!]

[Who understands? This kind of strange yet non-bloody Chinese horror is more uncomfortable than those American horror films with blood spraying everywhere. Help.]

“I…”

Before Rong Yu could say the second word, her breathing instantly stopped.

A familiar sharp pain came from her chest. She lowered her head and looked over, only to see a pair of dry, yellowed hands once again piercing through her chest.

Only this time, it was even crueler than before. Rong Yu even saw the fresh, beating heart gripped in that hand’s palm.

Every time the heart trembled, countless thick sprays of blood splattered everywhere.

She did not feel much pain. She only inexplicably could not breathe.

In the second before she fell to the ground, Rong Yu only saw a black-patterned ghost face that was expressionless yet full of obsession.

But compared to the person who killed her the first time, this one’s clothes and hairstyle were different.

This was a new killer.

Following Rong Yu’s “death,” the livestream plunged into darkness again.

When the camera lit up once more, Rong Yu had awakened for the third time.

This time, when she opened her eyes again, she could sit up extremely calmly. She even picked up the clothes and went to the bathroom to change before He Huaiting could speak.

After washing up, she took the initiative to walk to He Huaiting, who stood by the door, and looked at her seriously.

“Huaiting, let’s go.”

The livestream viewers clicked their tongues in wonder.

[Our Little Brother Rong Yu can already skillfully remember the plot. I’m dying.]

[I just want to see how many times Rongrong has to repeat the loop.]

[Can this instance really be cleared??? Why do I feel like “survive one night” doesn’t exist at all? The plot has restarted for so long. Will I ever see the night plot in my lifetime? Hahahahaha.]

The following plot still had not the slightest difference from before.

Rong Yu tried different methods, but whether she quietly sat in the corner of the classroom or found a place to hide alone, she would be stabbed from behind and die inexplicably.

Even if she hid back in the dormitory, the dormitory door would be slammed open by a ghost-faced person with black patterns all over their face, who would charge in and deal with her on the spot.

After repeating this so many times, Rong Yu had practically memorized everyone’s lines by heart!

But this could not continue. The time when she would complete the mission seemed endlessly distant.

Until the final time she woke up and saw He Huaiting before her, she suddenly remembered what Teacher Wang had said during her second script restart:

“It’s rare that Rong Yu didn’t return to the classroom with He Huaiting today. Come sit in the first row. Let Teacher have a good look at you.”

Why did Teacher Wang care whether she and He Huaiting were always together?

Could it be…

He Huaiting’s company was the key to breaking the loop of being killed?

“He Huaiting, Teacher Wang wants you to go see her.”

The familiar dialogue rang out again.

Hearing it, Rong Yu raised her head and looked at the girl in the stairwell, who was no longer unfamiliar. She instinctively tightened her grip on He Huaiting’s hand.

The aloof, silent girl lowered her eyes and glanced at the wrist Rong Yu had grabbed, quietly waiting for Rong Yu’s next words.

Perhaps it would be, “Go ahead, I’ll go straight back to class,” or perhaps it would be, “It’s fine, go ahead. I’ll leave first.” In any case, it would be something meant to escape.

He Huaiting waited quietly in place.

But unexpectedly, this time, the dialogue was somewhat different—

“Huaiting, I’m scared. Can you stay with me?”

Rong Yu’s voice was not as sharp and clear as other girls’. Instead, it carried a soft, sticky magnetism. Together with the lightly trembling final note caused by nervousness, the warm breath in her words seemed as if it could blow against the tips of one’s ears.

He Huaiting reflexively blinked, as if that sentence had burned her ears.

When she raised her eyes, she saw the girl’s long brows slightly furrowed, her face nervous as she looked up at her. Her sapphire-like eyes reflected He Huaiting’s figure completely, full of wholehearted trust and expectation.

She was slightly shorter than He Huaiting. From this angle, it felt as if He Huaiting could kiss her just by lowering her head.

The delicate, beautiful, gentle girl’s fearful and worried whisper was like an invisible lock fastening around He Huaiting’s neck.

And yet He Huaiting insisted on lowering her head herself, letting someone fasten the lock even tighter.

The corners of He Huaiting’s tense mouth curved into a faint smile.

That smile was extremely light, but it made her whole body relax.

Like a sharp sword finally leaving its sheath.

He Huaiting gently pulled down the hand Rong Yu had on her wrist, placed it in her palm, and interlaced their fingers, feeling the delicate, smooth touch.

“Okay.”

She said, “Don’t be afraid. I’ll stay with you.”

Ancient people had a method of taming hawks called enduring the hawk.

It was a process of long-term, repeated training. By forcefully changing the hunting hawk’s habits, wearing down its wildness, and taming it for one’s own use.

The key to enduring the hawk was patience, devotion, careful feeding, and attentive care. One had to isolate it from all temptations that would let it go independently into the outside world and attempt to escape control, letting it deeply understand the hunter’s goodness through danger again and again. In the end, it would gradually accept the leather tether binding it and be successfully tamed.

Even if it could return to the vast clear sky, it would fold its tail feathers and carefully perch in the hunter’s palm.

And she, He Huaiting, lacked patience least of all.

The girl before her had features that were heroic without being overly masculine, beautiful without being overly fragile. Every inch of her appearance was expressed just right, practically like an exquisite work of art.

She was more elegant and beautiful than any core boss He Huaiting had ever seen in any instance.

He Huaiting had broken through countless instances, yet she had never encountered this kind of situation before.

It seemed that just from the first time she met Rong Yu, with that single exchange of gazes, she already knew she would be unable to clear the current instance.

But if the life she had stolen from the infinite-flow instances was destined to end in this instance, then she chose to let it conclude in the way she herself selected.

The system in her mind had already begun issuing high-pitched warnings—

[Dangerous figure. Do not approach without authorization! I repeat, dangerous figure. Do not approach without authorization!! He Huaiting, I advise you not to engage in behavior that violates the instance mission! This system recommends that you stop your current action and change your plan! I repeat, this system recommends that you stop your current action and change your plan! Unless you no longer want to maintain your 100% instance-clearance rate and want to die in this instance!!!]

The warning sound of the system in her mind was almost about to pierce her eardrums.

He Huaiting did not care in the slightest.

She lowered her eyes and glanced at Rong Yu’s hand interlocked with hers, then spoke softly.

“Don’t be afraid.”

Restrained, she repeated again, “I’ll stay with you.”

It was only a gentle promise from the cold-faced girl, but Rong Yu instinctively let out a breath of relief in her heart.

He Huaiting resembled Lian Langsheng too much when she had first revealed her edge and taken back her family business.

Silent and restrained, yet not hiding the cold gleam of a sharp blade.

Every time Rong Yu felt a problem was making her scalp tingle, Lian Langsheng could always easily take action and solve it.

He Huaiting’s collar and cuffs were all buttoned to the top button. Even the long straight white hair falling over her shoulders was smooth and fragrant. The pleats of her skirt had been pressed so neatly that there was no disorder at all. There was not a speck of dust on her patent leather shoes. Her entire person was restrained to a meticulous degree, so flawless that no one could pick out a mistake.

Every time Rong Yu saw Lian Langsheng, it was like finding someone to rely on, and she no longer felt afraid.

This time was the same.

With He Huaiting beside her, the effect was almost immediate.

Rong Yu was led by her toward the deepest side of the second floor, to Class 2-3.

When they passed by other classrooms along the way, all the students inside were silent, like wooden stakes, quietly and obediently watching them.

There was no more noise in the corridor or classrooms. No one made a sound.

Everyone looked straight at the two of them. The eyeballs in their sockets did not move at all, staring fixedly at them as their heads turned.

More accurately, they were staring at Rong Yu, whose fingers were interlaced with He Huaiting’s.

Countless gazes fell on her, staring without blinking, watching her approach and then watching her leave.

The noisy corridor was now completely silent. Even the wind outside the window had disappeared.

Only the rhythmic footsteps of the two of them echoed through the corridor, light and steady, forming the only sound in the entire teaching building.

When they passed by the classroom door where the ghost-faced girl had appeared before, Rong Yu suddenly heard someone inside quietly reciting her name.

“Rong… Yu… Rong Yu…”

That voice was like a fine summer rain drifting over from afar, continuous, damp, and intermittent.

The muffled whisper mixed with an eerie hiss like a reptile’s.

Rong Yu’s back went cold upon hearing it. Before she could turn around, He Huaiting had already raised her hand and wrapped it around her shoulder.

“Sorry.”

Rong Yu heard the girl speak with a darkened face. The hand resting at her shoulder gradually moved downward, wrapping around her waist and pressing her toward He Huaiting’s arms.

Beneath her palm was Rong Yu’s warm, tight, slender waist. Even through the clothes, one could feel the sensual hollow of her waist dimple. It was not hard to imagine the soft, full valleys and slopes continuing downward from her tailbone.

The warm touch traveled from her fingertips all the way to her heart.

He Huaiting’s long lashes trembled slightly. She lowered her eyes to conceal the thoughts in her heart, then raised her gaze toward the newcomer.

Those bright, sharp, leopard-like golden pupils scattered fine fragments of light. Expressionlessly, she stared at the newcomer’s face covered in black patterns. Her eyes were calm and unmoving, yet did not conceal warning.

Her thin lips parted, and she silently mouthed:

She is mine.

Rong Yu heard the figure behind her who had been calling her name stop.

Rong Yu carefully turned back and directly met a pair of dark eyes faintly tinged with red.

That terrifying ghost face was like a piece of dead wood drifting rootless on duckweed. The whole face had sunken dryly, carrying a thick, gloomy aura of death. Yet the eyes were like a hungry wolf seeing meat.

The instant Rong Yu met her gaze, all the surrounding students’ eyes sharpened. They fixed on her with a strange, feverish gaze.

Rong Yu instantly felt the pressure of being surrounded by wolves. If He Huaiting had not been beside her, she might have already trembled in fright.

Fortunately, He Huaiting’s reaction was much calmer than hers.

The cold girl only briefly swept her gaze over everyone, then continued leading her toward the classroom.

The strange and fervent gazes behind her, impossible to ignore, were forcefully thrown to the back of Rong Yu’s mind.

Rong Yu did not dare look back and followed her toward the classroom.

When they stepped into Class 2-3, the originally noisy room also fell silent. Everyone stopped and looked at the two of them. Their gazes landed on Rong Yu, as if staring at a fine piece of fatty meat.

Enduring everyone’s stares, Rong Yu felt as if someone would rush forward and tear her apart in the next second.

She was so shocked by these surrounding students’ utterly illogical behavior that her scalp went numb. She could not understand why it was like this at all. She could only press closer to He Huaiting beside her and barely let out a breath.

He Huaiting brought her to sit in the center of the last row. The whole class turned along with the two of them and looked over.

Rong Yu was not afraid of pure ghosts, but she was still somewhat afraid of this kind of invisible horror. Especially since she had already “died” countless times, and that trembling pain throughout her body had been real. She really did not want to experience it a few more times.

She sat down nervously, glancing back at the empty space behind her every two or three seconds, afraid that another black-patterned ghost-faced person like before would rush out and dig out her heart without another word.

After she turned back and forth several times, the movement had already become frequent enough to attract He Huaiting’s attention.

“What’s wrong?”

The pale-faced girl turned her head and looked over.

Rong Yu was not sure whether she knew this part of the plot. After all, in the previous scene, He Huaiting had left after the two bought breakfast together and approached the classroom, and she had not appeared again.

Rong Yu pressed her lips together and looked behind her again before hesitatingly speaking.

“I keep feeling like there’s someone behind me…”

Who wants to kill me.

Rong Yu hesitated and did not say the final three words. As the person who had chosen the script, she was not sure whether He Huaiting would help her.

But unexpectedly, after thinking for a moment, He Huaiting actually gave her a solution.

“How about I help you watch?”

Those golden eyes had the innate sharpness of a superior. Her cold, indifferent aura made it impossible for anyone to doubt her.

Anyone would feel that such a cold and aloof girl could not possibly have hidden and strange thoughts.

Rong Yu especially thought so.

Looking at that face, which did not resemble Lian Langsheng in university but had the exact same temperament and expression, she had no suspicion at all.

“Okay.”

Rong Yu immediately nodded.

In the next moment, she saw the other girl lower her eyes and pat her long, straight legs beneath her skirt.

“Come.”

Rong Yu froze, instinctively feeling that something was a little wrong.

“What?”

He Huaiting looked at her sincerely and openly.

“If we don’t sit face to face, how can I help you watch behind you?”

That seemed to make some sense.

Rong Yu inexplicably felt something was not quite right.

But He Huaiting’s gaze was too sincere. Those golden pupils carried a layer of dazzling pale gold, clean and clear to the bottom.

She really cares about me.

Rong Yu felt a little moved.

She could not help feeling ashamed for doubting her closest friend.

This close friend of hers had always been restrained and rarely had emotional fluctuations. Even her emotional intelligence was terribly low. How could she possibly have other intentions?

Rong Yu was the one who had improper thoughts about her.

Her face flushed slightly. Awkwardly, she lifted her leg and stepped over the other girl’s fair, slender legs, slowly straddling He Huaiting’s lap.

This posture was truly a little shameful.

Rong Yu could feel her face burning, and even her fingers began trembling lightly.

This angle forced her to meet He Huaiting’s eyes. Rong Yu’s face was flushed red, and she flusteredly looked away.

She did not even notice He Huaiting’s soft, comfortable sigh beside her ear.

He Huaiting lowered her eyes and looked at the girl in a short skirt, sitting on her lap with her entire body tense.

The other girl’s exquisite, clearly defined face was stained with an unconcealable blush from shyness. Even the legs beneath her skirt carried a faint pink.

They were now like two mating silver snakes, entwined and whispering inside a stone cave.

The piercing system warnings sounded beside her ear, reminding her that Rong Yu was dismembering her with gentleness, that her defenses were being broken through.

There was a mole beside Rong Yu’s collar at the side of her neck.

That little mole was not large. Because the skin there was too fair and delicate, it looked like a lonely island.

He Huaiting desperately wanted, with a pilgrim’s heart, to pull aside the collar and lick that lonely island, drawing out an endless sea of shimmering waves.

But not yet.

He Huaiting lowered her eyes, concealing the expression in them.

Rong Yu turned her head and looked at the floor around them, not noticing the gaze of the girl before her.

She looked around at the classmates with strange expressions who were still staring straight at her, and the unease in her heart grew even larger.

“Huaiting, why exactly are they all staring at me?”

Rong Yu was so frightened that her voice became strained.

“Do they want to kill me that badly?”

The whole class was staring at her expressionlessly. Especially in this sitting posture, the scene of being watched closely by everyone made Rong Yu even more cramped and uneasy.

She subconsciously tightened her legs, but because she was straddling He Huaiting, it was no use at all.

The girl sitting on her lap kept turning her head to look at others, which made He Huaiting somewhat displeased.

But she said nothing.

She had always been very patient.

Back then, she had once hidden inside an infinite instance for a full two years to kill a monster. Now was no different.

He Huaiting looked at the slender figure of the girl before her.

She was like a book, her delicate brows rising and falling with the breath of its pages.

He Huaiting reached out, grabbed her wrist, and clasped it behind her back.

It was like opening this book.

This movement caused an indescribable sense of satisfaction to surge in her heart.

Only then did He Huaiting speak in a low voice, answering Rong Yu’s question from earlier.

“They like you. That’s why they want to dig out your heart and see whether you like them.”