Huh? Isn't This A Galgame?-Chapter 28 - 27 A Pleasant Beginning

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[No, why provoke her? Once she starts crying, the entire campus's buff stacks to the max.]

[Great, now those tears won't stop anytime soon.]

[What are you afraid of? This is Master Ye Jiu, not some newbie scrub.]

[True, even if a female ghost appears, the master isn't afraid. Without fear, those female ghosts aren't even the master's targets, so they won't do anything to him.]

[No big deal.]

[Not a big deal for the master, but I find it scary.]

[Then you can turn right out the door and go watch "Kuroko's Basketball."]

[No, I live here, and I heard we're going to hang out with Big Bear this weekend. I'm definitely not leaving.]

[Squatting]

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On campus, Wen Nan heard the system prompt in his mind and chuckled lightly.

It seems the previous conjecture was correct; school beauty Wu Yuwei actually likes being rejected by him? The more decisively he rejects her, the higher her goodwill towards him rises.

What's with this bizarre mindset... The more she can't get a man, the more she likes him?

Perplexed, Wen Nan decided not to think about it. After all, he had already obtained the strategy for winning the school beauty, so he could focus more on Aunt Mei from now on.

Wen Nan walked away from the flower bed at ease, heading straight for the teaching building.

After just a couple of steps, black mist billowed around his feet, and his shoe soles stepped into a pool of sticky water. Wen Nan stopped and lifted his foot to see that the soles were soaked in thick black blood.

This black mist... it can actually seep blood inside?

Wen Nan's complexion turned a bit unsightly, not out of fear, but concerned he might soil his clothes, hindering his ability to "enjoy a pleasant weekend".

Just as he was pondering this, a plump, rotund figure rushed toward him.

"Boss, wait for me, don't leave me alone!"

Wen Nan furrowed his brows and hurriedly sidestepped. Although he dodged the fat man's impact, he couldn't avoid the splashing water under his feet.

A trail of black blood spots quickly soaked into Wen Nan's pants.

Wen Nan's face turned cold, glancing down at the fat man.

The fat man shamefully lowered his head and scratched the back of his head, "Sorry, I didn't mean to, I was just... too scared."

Wen Nan didn't get it, "It's just going to a class, what's there to fear?"

The fat man hesitated, then finally said, "I... I have hated studying since I was a kid."

Wen Nan couldn't understand even more, "If you hate studying, why choose this target for your strategy?"

The fat man resignedly said, "I just like it this way."

Wen Nan looked deeply at the fat man, said nothing more, and turned to head up to the classroom.

The fat man immediately jogged alongside him, constantly crowding Wen Nan's side, babbling, "Boss, I checked it. We're in the same class, third (2) class in high school. I saw your paper on the homeroom teacher's desk, and it wasn't much better than mine. If you had chosen then, I guess..."

The fat man's words abruptly stopped.

They had unknowingly arrived at the classroom door of third (2) class. As soon as they stepped past the front door threshold, they immediately felt a chilling sinister aura rushing at them.

Next, the horrifying scene before his eyes made the fat man wet himself.

In the classroom, all the students wore the uniform of Qi Middle School, sitting neatly in their respective seats, as motionless as marionettes.

They all faced away from the lecturer's direction, but sensing Wen Nan and the fat man's entrance, all the students simultaneously twisted their necks 180 degrees, looking at the two with a highly unnatural posture.

Each student's face was pale as wall ash, with hollow eyes oozing black blood, and their lips cracked up to their ears. A hoarse voice uniformly rang out:

"You're here? Welcome, welcome."

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[Whoa]

[The green protects us]

[Screen-opening crit?]

[See, told you there'd be trouble when the streamer insisted on messing with the school beauty, now the whole classroom's turned ghostly.]

[Wang Xiaoer even wet himself. Good thing his target isn't a female ghost, otherwise, his fear would've drawn them in by now.]

[Why hasn't the streamer shown any expressions?]

[Isn't he afraid?]

[How could anyone not be scared of this sight?]

[But he's even smiling around...]

[Could he be expressionless by nature?]

[Clearly not, the master's genuinely unfazed. Otherwise, at least three of his targets in this school would've sensed his fear and ganged up on him by now.]

[The master is still steady.]

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At the classroom door, the fat man grabbed Wen Nan's arm with such force that Wen Nan hissed in pain and turned to look at him.

The fat man's face was even whiter than the students', "Boss, I want to pee."

Wen Nan: "...Go then."

The fat man smacked his lips, "Could you... go with me?"

Wen Nan looked at the fat man in bewilderment, "Are we little girls from kindergarten? Do we need to go to the toilet together?"

While talking, a faint voice called from a corner of the classroom, "Brother! Over here!"

Qiqi waved her arm vigorously towards Wen Nan, signaling him to sit next to her.

Wen Nan smiled in response, turned his head, and tossed a line to the fat man: "If you want to pee, go ahead yourself." He stepped toward Qiqi's direction.

The fat man stood at the door, glancing at the ghostly faces inside the classroom, then at the dark corridor leading to the toilet behind him. Ultimately, he gritted his teeth and decided to go to the restroom.

However, just after he entered the restroom, a few seconds later—

"Oh mom! Homeroom teacher! I want to improve so much! I'll never leave your office again!"

Amidst heart-wrenching cries, the fat man dashed towards the homeroom teacher's office.

Wen Nan had just sat down at his seat when Qiqi immediately pulled out a bag from the desk drawer, opened it, and placed it in front of Wen Nan, "Here, have some."

Inside were colorful gummy candies, ice bags, crispy noodles, spicy sticks, and other snacks.

Wen Nan picked a bag of spicy sticks, tore it open, took out a red, oil-dripping soybean strip, and offered it to Qiqi's mouth.

Qiqi was startled for a moment, glanced around to ensure no one in the classroom noticed them, then opened her mouth, enveloping the entire strip in her mouth.

Her warm lips brushed against Wen Nan's fingers, soft and moist. Wen Nan rubbed his fingertip, feeling the lingering sensation, his gaze unintentionally resting on Qiqi's lips.

Those lips were now red and glossy, like peeled cherry flesh.

"Tasty?" Wen Nan asked softly.

Qiqi nodded vigorously, "Delicious, brother, you try too."

"Alright."

Qiqi stood still for a moment, her eyelashes fluttering, and it wasn't until Wen Nan moved away that she snapped back to reality, exclaiming softly: "Oh my!"

Her little face instantly flushed red, and she buried her face in her arms on the desk. Her voice was muffled as it came out from the gap between the desk and her arms: "So many classmates are watching..."

"Let them watch then," Wen Nan shrugged.