Chapter 27: A Delightful Beginning

[∑(;°Д°)] [∑(O_O;)] [(꒪Д꒪)ノ] [Seriously, why provoke her? Once she starts crying, the whole campus gets fully buffed.] [Now look, those tears won’t stop anytime soon.] [What’s there to be afraid of? This is Night Nine, a real boss, not some rookie noob.] [True, even if a female ghost appears, the boss isn’t scared, and since those ghosts aren’t his targets, they won’t do anything to him.] [No big deal.] [Yeah, maybe the boss is fine, but I’m terrified just watching.] [Then you can turn right and go watch Kuroko’s Basketball.] [No, I’m staying here. I heard we’re spending the weekend with Kuma, and I’d rather die than leave.] [Camping here.]
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On campus, Wen Nan heard the system prompt in his mind and chuckled softly.

It seemed his earlier guess was spot on—the campus belle, Wu Yuwei, actually liked being rejected by him? The more resolute his refusal, the higher her favorability climbed.

He couldn’t figure out what kind of strange psychology this was… The more unattainable the man, the more she wanted him?

Unable to make sense of it, Wen Nan decided not to dwell on it. After all, he now had the standard answer to conquering the campus belle, and from now on, he could focus his attention on Aunt Mei.

Feeling at ease, Wen Nan left the flowerbed and walked straight towards the teaching building.

He had only taken a couple of steps when black mist swirled around his feet, and his shoe stepped into a sticky puddle. Wen Nan stopped, lifted his foot, and saw the sole soaked in thick, black blood.

This black mist… was it actually seeping blood?

Wen Nan’s expression darkened—not out of fear, but concern that he might dirty his clothes and ruin his “perfect weekend.”

While he was still thinking, a round, hefty figure barreled toward him.

“Boss, wait for me! Don’t leave me alone!”

Wen Nan frowned, quickly dodging to the side. He managed to avoid the collision, but not the splash from the puddle beneath the fat boy’s feet.

A row of black blood spatters quickly soaked Wen Nan’s trouser leg.

His face turned cold as he cast a downcast look at the fat boy.

The fat boy hung his head in embarrassment, scratching the back of his neck. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to. I was just… too scared.”

Wen Nan was puzzled. “It’s just going to class. What’s there to be afraid of?”

The fat boy hesitated, then finally said, “I… I’ve hated school since I was little.”

Wen Nan was even more baffled. “If you hate school, why pick this as your conquest target?”

The fat boy replied in resignation, “I just like this sort of thing.”

Wen Nan gave him a deep look but said nothing more, turning to head up to the classroom.

The fat boy hurried after him, sticking close and muttering, “Boss, I checked, we’re in the same class, Senior Three (2). I saw your test paper on the homeroom teacher’s desk—it wasn’t much better than mine. If you’d chosen then, maybe…”

He broke off abruptly.

Without realizing it, the two had arrived at the door of Class Three (2). As soon as they stepped over the threshold, a chilling, sinister aura rushed to meet them.

And then, the scene before them made the fat boy wet himself.

Inside the classroom, all the students wore the same school uniform, sitting neatly in their seats, motionless like puppets.

Every one of them sat with their backs to the podium, but as soon as Wen Nan and the fat boy entered, every student twisted their necks around one hundred and eighty degrees, gazing at them in a grotesquely unnatural manner.

Each face was as pale as plaster, with empty eye sockets leaking thick black blood, and lips split to the ears. In hoarse unison, they intoned:

“You’re here? Welcome, welcome.”

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[(꒪ȏ꒪;)]
[(*/ω＼*)]
[(((╹д╹;)))]
[What the hell]
[May green protect us]
[Critical opening scene?]
[See, the streamer just had to mess with the campus belle, now the whole class is ghostified.]
[Wang Erxiao’s so scared he wet himself. Good thing his target isn’t a female ghost, or his fear would have lured them over.]
[By the way, why does the streamer still have no expression?]
[Isn’t he afraid?]
[With this scene, how could anyone not be at least a little scared?]
[But he’s still smirking…]
[Maybe he’s just expressionless?]
[Clearly not. The boss really isn’t scared at all. Otherwise, at least three of his targets in this school would have sensed his fear and swarmed him.]
[The boss is really composed.]
[dlnb]
[dlnb]

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At the classroom door, the fat boy grabbed Wen Nan’s arm so tightly that Wen Nan hissed in pain and turned to look at him.

The fat boy’s face was even paler than the students inside. “Boss, I need to pee.”

Wen Nan: “…Go then.”

The fat boy smacked his lips. “Could you… go with me?”

Wen Nan looked at him strangely. “What are we, little girls in preschool? Need to go together?”

Just then, a soft voice called from the corner of the room, “Brother! Over here!”

Qiqi waved her arm energetically, gesturing for Wen Nan to sit beside her.

Wen Nan smiled and called back, then tossed a line over his shoulder to the fat boy: “If you need to pee, go by yourself.” With that, he walked toward Qiqi.

The fat boy stood at the door, looking nervously at the row of ghostly faces inside, then back at the dark hallway leading to the restroom. Gritting his teeth, he finally decided to brave the restroom.

However, as soon as he stepped inside, just a few seconds passed before—

“Oh, Mom! Teacher! I desperately want to improve! I’ll never leave your office again!”

With a heart-wrenching scream, the fat boy sprinted toward the homeroom teacher’s office.

Wen Nan had just sat down in his seat when Qiqi pulled a bag from her desk drawer, opened it, and offered it to him. “Have some.”

Inside were all sorts of colorful candies, ice packs, crispy noodles, spicy sticks, and other snacks.

Wen Nan chose a pack of spicy sticks, tore it open, and pulled out a bright red, oil-coated bean curd stick, holding it up to Qiqi’s lips.

Qiqi hesitated for a moment, glanced around to make sure no one was watching, then opened her mouth and took the entire stick.

Her warm lips brushed against Wen Nan’s fingers—soft and damp. Wen Nan rubbed his fingertips, savoring the lingering sensation as his gaze fell on her lips.

Her lips were now red and glistening, like freshly peeled cherry flesh.

“Is it good?” Wen Nan asked softly.

Qiqi nodded vigorously. “Delicious! Brother, you should try some too.”

“Alright.”

Suddenly, Wen Nan leaned over and kissed Qiqi’s lips, licking the spicy oil from the corner of her mouth.

“…Hmm?”

Qiqi froze, her eyelashes trembling. Only when Wen Nan pulled away did she snap back to herself and whisper in a flustered voice, “Oh no!”

Her face flushed scarlet as she buried it in her arms on the desk, her muffled voice slipping out from between her arms and the table, “So many classmates are watching…”

“So what if they see?” Wen Nan shrugged. “Kissing my girl, what’s the big deal?”