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Qiao Nuo pursed his lips, reluctantly shifting his gaze away. “You’re really a crybaby with no courage.”
Ruan Qing, oblivious to the reactions of the three people, looked at the pen on the ground, biting his lip. The force was so strong that he almost bit through his own lip.
Tears, stimulated by fear, continued to slide uncontrollably.
Qiao Nuo, witnessing the person crying uncontrollably, was rendered speechless. “Hey, can you stop crying?”
“It’s really unlucky.”
Ruan Qing didn’t want to cry either, but he couldn’t stop himself.
He could only silently wipe away his tears, then turned around and returned to the original owner’s bed.
This time it wasn’t that Ruan Qing wanted to cry. He felt much better after the coldness disappeared, and his rationality returned. However, he found that his tears couldn’t be stopped.
Ruan Qing finally noticed his role this time.
The original owner was a crybaby.
The type who would cry silently whenever he felt a little wronged.
Always looking as if someone had bullied him.
At first, no one knew about this, and they thought he was being mistreated.
Whenever they saw him cry, they would come to comfort him, standing up for him.
After all, a boy crying so miserably must have gone through something unpleasant.
But in the end, everyone discovered that the original owner was just a crybaby.
The kind who would start crying inexplicably, seeming as if the whole world owed him something.
And because people didn’t understand at the time, many would provoke him intentionally, causing a lot of misunderstandings.
He wouldn’t explain, just silently shedding tears on the side.
He looked like someone who was being bullied.
Gradually, most of the classmates didn’t like him anymore, some even detested him.
After all, no one would like someone who cried at the drop of a hat, and those who didn’t know thought they were really bullying him.
Even the teachers felt the same way.
The original owner was quite famous at school, but his notoriety was different from others. He was universally disliked, and people found him annoying.
Most classmates who knew him would actively avoid him, and even if they couldn’t avoid him, they pretended not to recognize him.
As a result, the original owner’s situation became even more pitiful.
Ruan Qing: “...”
In reality, the original owner didn’t mean to be like this. He had naturally developed tear glands, and his nerves were highly sensitive. Whenever his emotions fluctuated, even if it wasn’t a significant fluctuation, he would feel wronged.
Then tears would uncontrollably flow, and after crying intensely, he couldn’t speak.
So, it’s not that he didn’t want to explain; he couldn’t explain.
After being misunderstood, due to emotional fluctuations, the tears couldn’t be stopped, making it even more challenging to explain.
Before entering university, the original owner’s situation was relatively better. Perhaps his classmates understood his circumstances, knew he didn’t mean to, and were generally patient with him. He could quickly stop crying.
However, after coming to this university, where people were unfamiliar with him, and he couldn’t explain himself in time, misunderstandings arose.
Trying to explain, but unable to stop the tears, deepened the misunderstanding.
In the end, it led to the current situation of people disliking him.
Even the other three people in the dormitory didn’t like the original owner, usually ignoring him.
If it weren’t for this spirit-summoning game requiring four people, the other three wouldn’t have included him.
Ruan Qing felt like his brain was lacking oxygen as tears continued to flow. The sense of injustice intensified, even starting to affect his ability to think.
Ruan Qing took a deep breath, spending quite some time suppressing the overwhelming feeling of injustice before analyzing the current situation.
The spirit... must have truly attached itself to the four of them.
So, it’s necessary to find out who the Pen Spirit was and what their name was before they were killed and became a spirit.
Ruan Qing touched the ‘Red Moon’ by his ear; relying solely on this prop was evidently impractical.
If the Pen Spirit’s name couldn’t be uncovered quickly, something to restrain it must be found.
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When Qiao Nuo saw the silent tears flowing down the young man’s face as he lay on the bed, a rare hint of irritation welled up from the bottom of his heart.
That was the emotion he had when he saw this person cry before. However, because of living in the same dormitory, he had become accustomed to seeing it too often.
He could completely ignore this person’s weeping. But this time, he felt somewhat irritated again. And it seemed a bit... different from the usual irritation?
However, Qiao Nuo didn’t know exactly what was different.
Why cry over playing a game?
They didn’t bully him!
Qiao Nuo suppressed that trace of irritation and began to tidy up the mess left behind.
Gu Lin and Qi Yunshen also started helping.
The three of them quickly restored the dormitory to its usual state, without paying much attention to the fact that they hadn’t propely sent away the Pen Fairy.
After all, the three of them didn’t believe in this; they were just playing on a whim.
After tidying up, Qiao Nuo extinguished the candle, then went straight to bed. However, no one noticed the moon outside the window, covered by the black mist, never revealing itself again.
The entire First University seemed to be swallowed by that black mist, disconnected from reality.
The lights in the First University dormitories went out at eleven o’clock at night, and by now, they had already gone out.
So, after Qiao Nuo extinguished the candle, the dormitory darkened. The three of them went to their respective beds.
The dormitory at the First University had beds on top and desks underneath, and the beds were on the upper level.
Due to some personal reasons, everyone in room 404 bought those non-transparent bed curtains.
Once the curtains were lowered, nothing inside could be seen at all.
After the three people got on the bed, the whole world seemed to quiet down.
Quiet to the point of being frightening.
Yet, at first listen, it seemed like there were some sounds.
Rustling, scattered, as if something in the darkness was approaching, giving a chilling feeling.
But upon closer listening, there were no discernible sounds, only the faint breaths in the room.
Ruan Qing didn’t sleep, and he dared not sleep at all, his senses on high alert as he maintained a vigilant watch over his surroundings.
Ordinary players on their first day in the game were usually safe, but he was not an ordinary player.
Moreover, he had just participated in a spirit-summoning game.
Perhaps he wouldn’t even see the sun on the second day.
And if he directly escaped from the dormitory, he might die even faster.
After an unknown amount of time, Ruan Qing suddenly heard the ‘drip-drip’ sound of dripping water.
‘Drip-drip’
‘Drip-drip’
‘Drip-drip’
The sound was very close, as if it were... above him.
