Carrying My Senior's Coffin (GL) - Chapter 15

Interacting with people truly was Fang Yiyi’s fatal weakness.

She tugged at her clothes and let out a long breath, as though she had just completed an extremely difficult mission. She felt physically and mentally exhausted and desperately needed to rest.

Taking tiny steps, she circled around to Li Ting’s side, then flopped facedown onto the bed like a corpse.

Li Ting ignored her.

The weather was unbearably hot. There was no air conditioner in the dormitory, only a ceiling fan whirring overhead, but they could barely feel any air from it.

Li Ting was beside her like a natural cooling machine.

After all their intimate encounters, Fang Yiyi had gradually grown accustomed to her. The bone-piercing chill was gone, leaving behind only a clean, refreshing coolness.

Lying next to her now felt extraordinarily comfortable.

As time passed, Fang Yiyi unknowingly began to grow sleepy.

Half asleep, she suddenly remembered the family members she had blocked.

Fang Yiyi opened her eyes.

“…”

She was wide awake now.

Her good mood vanished completely.

She scratched her head and sat up on her knees. Holding her phone, she searched for quite a while before finally finding the blocked-contacts list and removing all three of them.

While doing so, she discovered five or six intercepted calls in the call log from three different numbers.

The numbers had no names attached to them in the blacklist, but all of them looked familiar.

After Fang Yiyi blocked her uncle and aunt yesterday, Bai Xuan had called again.

The interruption had made Li Ting’s face turn nearly as dark as ink.

Under Li Ting’s murderous gaze, Bai Xuan had suffered the same fate as her parents and was promptly blocked.

Although blocking them felt wonderful, it was ultimately an act of avoidance.

Some things could not be solved by running away.

Sooner or later, she still had to face them.

For example, many of her belongings were still at her aunt’s house, so she had to return.

This flimsy family relationship could not be severed immediately.

However, she had only removed them from the blacklist.

She had no intention of calling them back.

It was not as though she were eager to be cursed at.

Time always passed quickly when she was playing with her phone.

Fang Yiyi became hungry.

She checked the time and saw that it was mealtime, so she got up and went into the bathroom, intending to shower before going to the cafeteria.

Perhaps because she had always been unusually sturdy and rarely took medicine, those Yunnan Baiyao patches had worked wonders on her.

After only a few days, her body barely hurt anymore.

…In a certain sense, Bai Xuan had actually been right.

Fang Yiyi truly was the kind of person who could be dealt with using only a dozen yuan’s worth of medicine for bruises.

Fang Yiyi even felt that, had she not been doing that sort of thing with Li Ting every day, she might already have been lively enough to run laps around the sports field.

Of course, that was only a hypothetical thought.

She did not dare say it aloud.

“Senior, I’m going to the cafeteria to eat. Are you coming?”

Fang Yiyi emerged with a towel draped over her head and a loose nightgown hanging from her body. She dragged her slippers across the floor, leaving a trail of water behind her.

She rarely dried herself properly after bathing.

In winter, she wrapped herself in a thick towel, rolled around on the bed a few times, and considered the job finished.

In summer, she simply put on her nightgown while still soaking wet and let herself air-dry naturally.

Li Ting frowned at the water on the floor.

“I’m not going. Bring the food back.”

Fang Yiyi closed her eyes while rubbing her hair dry.

At Li Ting’s words, she obediently replied, “Okay…”

Her hair was thick and plentiful.

Poverty meant she did not own a hair dryer, so it usually took an hour for her hair to dry.

However, she was far too hungry.

Fang Yiyi therefore left her hair half-dry, casually threw on her uniform, and prepared to go out.

She had only stepped one foot through the doorway when, before the other could follow, Li Ting grabbed her collar and yanked her back inside.

Fang Yiyi cried out in surprise.

Her back struck the door, and the force caused it to swing shut.

Li Ting pinned her against it.

Her arms, wrapped in long red sleeves, braced themselves on either side of Fang Yiyi’s head.

Their faces were extremely close.

Li Ting’s black eyes stared at Fang Yiyi with undisguised disgust.

Fang Yiyi, who had suddenly been pinned against the door, stared blankly.

“?”

“You’re unbelievably sloppy. Make yourself presentable before going outside.”

Li Ting raised her other hand and pressed it against Fang Yiyi’s head.

White mist emerged from beneath her palm and spread through Fang Yiyi’s half-dry hair.

In only a moment, the moisture was drawn away, and the mist dispersed.

Fang Yiyi picked up a strand and touched it.

“It’s dry! Thank you, Senior!”

Li Ting rolled her eyes.

The hand resting on Fang Yiyi’s head moved downward.

Her five fingers enclosed Fang Yiyi’s hand, and a red hair tie appeared around Fang Yiyi’s wrist.

“Tie it up. Now go.”

Fang Yiyi raised her arm and examined the hair tie.

It was wrapped in red silk with no other decorations.

Simple, elegant, and quite beautiful.

“Is this yours, Senior? Did you tie up your hair too?”

Li Ting waved a hand, signaling for her to go quickly and return soon.

“Someone burned it for me on the seventh day after my death.”

“…”

Fang Yiyi’s hand trembled.

The way she looked at the small hair tie immediately changed.

It suddenly felt far heavier than before.

Seeing her standing motionless by the door, Li Ting asked, “Are you going or not? Aren’t you hungry anymore?”

“I’m going now.”

With that, Fang Yiyi quickly left the dormitory and closed the door behind her.

When she reached the staircase on the third floor, she encountered Director Tong coming up.

During their few previous encounters, Director Tong had always dressed like a capable businesswoman.

She wore crisp shirts with short skirts or jeans, paired with different high heels.

Her footsteps could be heard before she even approached, clicking sharply against the floor.

But starting yesterday, she had stopped wearing heels.

Instead, she wore soft, comfortable canvas flats like a student’s. They made no sound when she walked and gave her a youthful air.

That was why Fang Yiyi had been startled by her sudden knocking yesterday.

It was the same today.

Fang Yiyi did not realize it was Director Tong until she was already close.

“Hello, Teacher.”

Their gazes met, and both women froze for a moment.

Fang Yiyi spoke first.

“Yiyi.”

Director Tong looked her up and down.

“Where are you going?”

“To eat.”

Fang Yiyi noticed that Director Tong was carrying a large lunch container.

It was the kind that came with a soup flask—large, three-tiered, and capable of holding two meals.

Why was she bringing a lunchbox into the women’s dormitory?

What was she doing with it?

Who was it for?

Fang Yiyi blinked.

A bold guess appeared in her mind.

It couldn’t be for me… could it?

“You were still supporting yourself against the wall yesterday. You’re already fine today?”

Director Tong looked at Fang Yiyi as though she were some miraculous creature.

“Uh…”

Fang Yiyi tugged at the ponytail she had just tied.

“I’m… strong and healthy. I recover quickly.”

“Oh, is that so?”

Director Tong narrowed her eyes.

She hurried up two steps and arrived beside Fang Yiyi.

“I even brought you food. Perfect timing. Go back and eat.”

Fang Yiyi remembered that Li Ting had specifically told her not to bring Director Tong into the dormitory again.

She hurriedly said, “There’s no need. Really, there’s no need. This is far too much trouble for you.”

Director Tong frowned disapprovingly.

“Yiyi, don’t be so distant.”

“You don’t have to think of me as your teacher. We can simply become friends.”

“Speaking of which, I’m not that much older than you. In private, you can call me Sister.”

Fang Yiyi froze and said in confusion, “Teacher, that wouldn’t be proper.”

“I’m nineteen, and you seem to be twenty-nine. Wouldn’t calling you Sister confuse the generations?”

Director Tong: “…”

“…”

Fang Yiyi realized what she had just said.

“N-No, Teacher, that’s not what I meant. I only meant… meant…”

She tried to salvage the situation, but her vocabulary failed her.

Halfway through, she realized anything she said would only make matters worse and closed her mouth.

Director Tong let out two dry laughs.

“Yiyi truly is an honest child.”

For some reason, Fang Yiyi thought the words sounded slightly gritted through clenched teeth.

However, this disaster had been caused by her own loose tongue.

She could not say anything else, so she laughed awkwardly along.

At that moment, Fang Yiyi sincerely felt like an idiot.

Fortunately, Director Tong did not continue pursuing the matter.

“Come on. Let’s go back and eat. It’s already this late, so Yiyi must be hungry.”

After speaking, she carried the lunchbox and headed upstairs first, with a hint of impatience in her movements.

“Wait!”

Fang Yiyi hurriedly called out to her.

Director Tong had one foot on the next step.

She turned around to look at Fang Yiyi, a trace of displeasure between her brows, as though Fang Yiyi were blocking her path.

Fang Yiyi felt something indescribably strange.

However, considering that Director Tong had brought her food out of kindness, she felt she should not suspect her motives.

She ignored the odd feeling and said, “I… I’ve stayed inside the dormitory for too long. It feels stuffy, so I want to go out and walk around.”

Director Tong remained where she was and insisted, “You haven’t fully recovered. You shouldn’t wander around.”

“No, no.”

Fang Yiyi hurriedly waved her hands.

Her mind raced, and she licked her lips.

“I didn’t injure any bones. The campus doctor said that once I felt better, I should go outside, walk around, and breathe fresh air. It would help me recover.”

Director Tong still thought returning to the dormitory would be better.

“But Yiyi, I’ve already brought the food here. I haven’t eaten yet either. Won’t you eat with me?”

Fang Yiyi quickly replied, “We can eat together in the cafeteria.”

She was not unaware that Director Tong’s expression was growing increasingly dark.

Fang Yiyi apologized countless times in her heart, but she had no choice.

She could not allow Director Tong into Dormitory 404.

Compared with Director Tong, Li Ting was much more frightening when angry.

Seeing that Fang Yiyi truly had no intention of eating in the dormitory, Director Tong’s face fell.

Her tone turned cold.

She walked back down several steps and thrust the lunchbox into Fang Yiyi’s hands.

“You go. There are too many students in the cafeteria. It wouldn’t be appropriate for me.”

After saying that, she did not wait for Fang Yiyi to reply.

She stomped away.

Despite wearing soft-soled canvas shoes, she somehow managed to make every step carry the force and momentum of high heels.

Fang Yiyi rubbed her nose.

She did not ask why it would be inappropriate for Director Tong to eat in the cafeteria.

She simply assumed she had disappointed the director’s good intentions.

Filled with guilt, she followed her downstairs for a while.

Only after reaching the entrance and confirming that Director Tong was far enough away not to see her—and would not discover she had never gone to the cafeteria—did Fang Yiyi turn around and run back with the lunchbox.

The food was already in her hands, so there was no need to go to the cafeteria.

It also allowed her to avoid accidentally encountering Bai Xuan.

In truth, Fang Yiyi was still afraid of her.

Without Li Ting nearby, if she ran into Bai Xuan, she would still be the one who got bullied.

Fang Yiyi had a habit of looking down while climbing stairs, keeping her eyes on the steps so she would not miss one.

When she reached the second floor, she suddenly felt that something was wrong.

It was noon in broad daylight, yet the surroundings abruptly darkened, resembling an overcast evening.

A sinking chill gathered around her.

The cold air was similar to what she had felt when she first encountered Li Ting, although it was not as piercingly cold as before.

Fang Yiyi stopped.

The lunchbox was somewhat heavy, so she set it on the stair railing and leaned against it for support.

As though sensing something, she raised her head.

The staircase had originally contained only a dozen or so steps.

At some point, however, it had stretched unnaturally upward.

Halfway along it stood a “person.”

The “person” lowered her head.

Long hair covered her face.

She wore a bloodstained Zhengling Women’s University uniform.

Her figure was short and thin, and her face could not be seen.

Yet Fang Yiyi could clearly feel that the “person” was staring fixedly at her, filled with malice.

“Are you waiting for me?”

The “person” spoke.

Her voice was mechanical and eerie.

Fang Yiyi froze.

That voice?

“Are you waiting for me?”

“She” repeated the same words in exactly the same tone, like a recording being played again.

“Nancy?”

Fang Yiyi called out uncertainly.