Carrying My Senior's Coffin (GL) - Chapter 2

“Manman!” Youlan turned around, looking expressionlessly at her companion. Her prominent aquiline nose made her look somewhat harsh. “Why don’t you go?”

Manman froze, then shook her head in terror. “No, no, no, I’m not going…”

“Manman, listen to me,” Youlan said. “I’m having that idiot go purely for fun! There are absolutely no ghosts in this world, never have been! Understand?!”

That evening, Fang Yiyi returned to the dormitory to find her bedding already rolled up.

This was both unexpected and expected.

Normally, those girls would avoid touching her things if possible. Based on past experience, if she returned late, her bedding would usually be tossed out, or a group of them would be sitting around, eating sunflower seeds, and cursing at her to hurry up and pack. They definitely wouldn’t have just gone ahead and rolled it up for her.

Fang Yiyi could almost certainly conclude that this was not a simple dorm swap.

A roommate stood by, and when she approached, she spoke up: “Fang Yiyi, Nancy already helped you pack your things. Check if anything is missing, and hurry up. Youlan will be down soon.”

I knew it would be like this.

Fang Yiyi’s expression was calm. Even knowing there might be a trick, she didn’t plan to resist. She obediently picked up her quilt. “No need. I don’t have much.”

With that, she turned and left.

Nancy was sitting on the upper bunk, dangling her legs and crunching an apple. She was in a good mood today. The bed curtain she ordered online had arrived. It was pink and tender, decorated with white lace, giving off a strong “little princess” vibe that matched her aesthetic perfectly. After installing it, the effect was far better than expected. Moreover, Fang Yiyi was moving out and going to the dorm they had prepared for her. If things went exactly as described in that tattered book, then starting tonight, she could finally be free from nightmares and insomnia. Thus, out of a sudden whim of roommate goodwill, she had specifically helped Fang Yiyi pack her bedding.

Her lips curved up slightly. Her eyes had followed Fang Yiyi from the moment she walked in, waiting for Fang Yiyi to look up, say thank you, and give a “final farewell.”

But she was miscalculated; the girl was so rude, she completely ignored her!

“Wait.” Nancy chewed her apple, speaking indistinctly. “I helped you pack, and you didn’t even say thank you? We’ve been roommates, don’t you have any manners?”

Fang Yiyi just felt irritated and annoyed by the noise. She pretended not to hear and walked out without looking back.

Come to think of it, this was the first time Fang Yiyi had openly defied them.

Nancy was instantly filled with a sense of angry humiliation, her face turning bright red. She pointed in the direction Fang Yiyi had left and raised her voice: “What nerve! Fang Yiyi, get back here! Did I tell you you could leave?! Fang Yiyi! Are you deaf?! I’m calling you!”

However, the one who walked in was Youlan, holding a washbasin, with Manman following behind her, clutching a quilt.

“What’s all this about? Who upset our little princess?” Youlan walked straight to the empty bed and motioned for Manman to place the quilt on it.

Nancy was still angry. She turned her head, huffed, and ignored her.

Youlan raised an eyebrow, connected it with seeing Fang Yiyi leave as she walked in, and understood instantly: “She’s already gone, no need to worry about it. Want to go get some ice cream later?”

Nancy frowned. She felt that Fang Yiyi’s act of walking out on her was offensive and extremely embarrassing. She was desperate to do something to save face and get revenge.

“If you ask me…” Youlan said while making the bed. “There’s really no need to be angry. Think about where she’s going, huh? Anyway, she helped us out. Let’s consider the matter settled. It’s not worth getting angry over irrelevant people—you’ll get wrinkles.”

Nancy thought about it and agreed: “Fine. I’ll let her off this time. It’s not worth letting her ruin my mood.”

Manman nodded frantically on the side.

Youlan said: “To celebrate us finally being in the same dorm, how about we go out for a nice meal and some ice cream? Consider it a welcome party for me.”

Nancy pondered: “You’re paying.”

“Hmph,” Youlan tossed the pillow onto the sheet. “You little brat. You get off easy this time, but you have to treat me next time!”

…

Fang Yiyi’s dorm was 301, and Youlan’s dorm was 405. Fang Yiyi moved one step at a time, craning her neck with difficulty to carefully watch the stairs as she went.

Dorm 405 was the second room on the right side of the hallway. The first was 404, which was closed year-round. In her memory, this room had never been opened. The rumor was that a senior sister had died inside. After the school covered it up, five new students moved in one after another. Within half a year, all five either died or went insane. After that, the dorm room was sealed.

Strictly speaking, this room was within the range of dorms assigned to their class.

Suddenly, Fang Yiyi felt herself bump into something hard and solid.

However, her vision was blocked, so she couldn’t see what was directly in front of her. She figured it was unlikely that someone would move cabinets or tables into the hallway, so her first reaction was that she had bumped into a person. She immediately apologized: “Excuse me, I’m sorry, I couldn’t see in front of me, it wasn’t intentional!”

No one spoke, and there were no footsteps.

Fang Yiyi was startled. She moved sideways, adjusting her line of sight to look, but there was only the empty hallway—not a single person in sight.

Did I get it wrong?

She was confused but didn’t dwell on it. The quilt was heavy, and she wanted to put it down quickly, so she prepared to continue walking.

As she turned her head, an unignorable door number appeared in her peripheral vision: 404.

On the wooden door, the gold-colored number plate was fixed in place. It looked very old and dull, covered with messy scratches. Yet, the black characters were unusually clear, standing out vividly against the light color, as if they had been painted yesterday.

Only then did she realize that she was standing right in the middle of the doorway. Her body was slightly tilted toward the door, making it look as though she was about to hug her bedding and move inside.

“Fang Yiyi? You’re… what are you doing here?”

Someone walked out of dorm 405 and, seeing Fang Yiyi with her belongings, asked with a frown.

Fang Yiyi leaned her head out and recognized the class monitor, Feng Xue.

“I’m here to swap dorms with Youlan.”

“Swap dorms?” Feng Xue repeated, looking confused. “Wait a moment.” With that, she quickly walked back into her dorm.

Fang Yiyi had no choice but to wait outside the door.

A moment later, Feng Xue came out, holding an A4 paper.

“You’ve got it wrong. Your dorm room is 404.” She held the A4 paper up to Fang Yiyi.

This was a chart of dorm assignments, listing the floor, room number, and number of occupants for their class’s dorms. Her own name was at the very bottom right of the chart. Compared to the considerable number of names under the other dorm numbers, she stood alone, looking particularly solitary and uncrowded.

Fourth Floor: 404

Fang Yiyi

“This…” Fang Yiyi frowned. “Youlan said she was swapping beds with me. She didn’t say I would be moving into a single dorm.”

“Is that so?” Feng Xue was quite surprised. “But Youlan’s bed has already been assigned to the new student who was placed in our dorm.”

Perhaps seeing Fang Yiyi’s expression was truly poor, Feng Xue added, “How about this: it’s getting late. Just stay here tonight. If you really don’t want to, I’ll talk to the teacher tomorrow and see what she arranges.”

The implication was to make Fang Yiyi stay in 404 for now, and they’d discuss it later.

If Fang Yiyi didn’t realize this was a premeditated plot, her brain truly must have been eaten by a pig.

But thinking of the ghost stories, Fang Yiyi resisted: “But I don’t have the key…”

Before she finished speaking, a large-headed key fell from her quilt onto the floor with an unignorable, crisp clatter.

“Isn’t it right here?” Feng Xue picked it up and smiled as she placed it in Fang Yiyi’s hand. “Go quickly. You must be tired holding this heavy quilt for so long. Hurry up and go rest. This is a single dorm; it’s a privilege many people would envy. Don’t be so excited about having a private dorm that you forget to sleep! Remember to go to morning study tomorrow. I have something to do, so I’m heading back first.”

Having said that, without waiting for Fang Yiyi to respond, she quickly retreated to her dorm, slamming the door shut with a bang—a posture that strongly suggested she was fleeing for her life.

She moved too fast, and the items in Fang Yiyi’s arms obscured the view, so Fang Yiyi completely missed the moment the key fell out: Feng Xue’s suddenly constricted pupils and her face, which was as pale and bloodless as paper.

Fang Yiyi sighed, propped one leg against the door to rest most of the quilt’s weight on it, fumbled for the keyhole, inserted the key, and slowly turned it. With a click, the lock opened.