The school infirmary, in the empty room, Wu Yuwei sat alone by the bedside, staring at the doorway.
Just a few minutes ago, Ye Jiu had lifted her in the crook of his arm and carried her, and on the way to the infirmary, she thought she had succeeded.
She thought that Ye Jiu, without any surprise, had given up on Liu Qi and chosen her.
Ye Jiu merely delivered her to the infirmary and then hurriedly turned to leave.
"Where are you going?" At that moment, Wu Yuwei called him, asking in confusion.
"Back to the playground, to find Qiqi."
Hearing this answer, the satisfied and confident curve at the corner of Wu Yuwei's lips instantly became stiff.
"You... didn't you choose me? What are you going to find her for!"
"I think you misunderstood, Xiao Wei, I brought you here solely because you scraped your leg, nothing else."
"...What do you mean? But I confessed to you, I said I like you, didn't you hear?"
"Hmm, thank you for your affection, but I'm sorry, I can't accept it."
Like being struck by a bolt from the blue, Wu Yuwei stood frozen by the bedside.
Ye Jiu... actually rejected her confession?
This... how could this be?
No! This is absolutely impossible!
She's the school beauty, the white moonlight that countless boys dream of day and night, and can never attain!
In the past, she only needed to show the boys a slight hint of interest—"Wow, you're amazing! Your dunking style is so cool!" "Class president, you're so impressive, always coming first in the exams, can you teach me?" "This game is so hard, I always get stuck on the first level, how come you can clear it so fast, can you help me, brother?"...
Words like these, just a brief chat accompanied by her stunning looks, would make the men fall, caught in a frenzy to pursue her, unable to extricate themselves.
Though she didn't play the game of love, she was already a legend in it.
So many years, she toyed with how many men's hearts, handling it with ease, standing undefeated.
How could she have imagined that her first time falling for someone, she would suffer a defeat with Ye Jiu!
This was her first meaningful crush, her first time initiating a confession! She even gave her first kiss just now!
Ye Jiu, how could he reject her?!
Sitting alone by the bedside now, her gaze dispersed, looking towards the direction where Ye Jiu's figure disappeared, Wu Yuwei's face went pale, then white, then black.
"Why... why not choose me... how could he not choose me..."
Anger, unwillingness, grievance, shock... all these emotions mixed, congested in her chest, ultimately transforming into tears, pouring out.
Thick black tears, snot, and saliva flowed down her cheeks, dropping to the ground, pooling into a puddle.
A pungent stench emanated from that black water, filling the entire infirmary.
Black mist leaked from the doorway and windows, quickly spreading above the campus, soon enveloping the entire school.
Outside the school gates, a girl wearing a sports skirt and carrying a racket stepped into the campus with firm, long legs.
Qi Middle School, a key provincial high school with closed management, she was a student from the neighboring sports school, initially unqualified to enter, only able to wait outside.
But just now, a girl wearing a Qi Middle School uniform, with thick glasses and a high ponytail, suddenly appeared, chatted with the gatekeeper for a few moments, and helped her sneak in.
"Thank you, classmate!"
The sports school girl cheerfully thanked the girl with glasses, just about to ask her name when a strong, pungent smell assaulted her.
The moment the black mist entered her nasal cavity, the pupils of the sports school girl immediately turned a shade of scarlet.
She didn't have time for pleasantries with the girl in glasses, turning and following her instincts, sprinting toward the field—where her target was.
On the playground, after having their feelings reciprocated, Wen Nan was held tightly in Qiqi's arms, who wept like a tearful person.
Originally a scene of an affectionate embrace under the beautiful night sky, for some reason, with the surrounding black mist spreading, the whole picture gradually shifted.
The arms tightly wrapped around Wen Nan's neck grew tighter and tighter, like the Great Saint's golden hoop, clamping Wen Nan almost to suffocation.
"Cough cough cough..."
Wen Nan raised a hand, tugging at Qiqi's arms, wanting her to loosen them a bit, yet he couldn't succeed.
"Cough cough... Qiqi... cough... I can't breathe... cough... are you trying to kill your husband... cough..."
Yet Qiqi turned a deaf ear to Wen Nan's words, the force of her arms growing stronger.
What on earth is happening?
Is she... angry again?
Wen Nan softly rubbed her hair, attempting to soothe her, but unexpectedly, as his palm touched the back of her head, he actually pulled out a clump of hair sticking with blood.
[Turned into a ghost?]
[Qiqi has appeared again?]
[But before, wasn't Master Jiu cilang immune to Qiqi, obviously just holding her and kissing didn't trigger any fear or suspicion, so why reveal a flaw to Qiqi now?]
[This is the fearsome nature of a female ghost in a berserk state]
[Once in a berserk state, the trigger mechanism for their appearance becomes a hundred times more sensitive, a tiny negative emotion that wasn't enough to trigger their appearance before can easily do so now]
[So, they're like an enhanced version of TNT, explodes at a touch?]
With a handful of hair, Wen Nan gradually felt suffocation envelop him.
This can't go on, he had to find a way to break free.
Thinking of this, Wen Nan called the system in his mind: [9527].
At this moment, something hard came crashing out of the darkness, hitting Qiqi's back of the head.
Qiqi let out a muffled grunt in her throat, finally loosening Wen Nan's neck.
Wen Nan gasped heavily, struggling to breathe fresh air, yet all he inhaled was the stimulating mist.
Qiqi turned, holding the back of her head where she was hit, angrily looking at the ground.
On the ground lay a badminton racket, its metal frame bent from the impact.
The racket was what hit Qiqi's head, with such force it seemed intent on splitting her skull.
"Who are you?!" Qiqi shouted into the darkness.
A figure in a sports skirt, with long legs, walked out from the darkness.
She ignored Qiqi's question, walking straight to Wen Nan, her scarlet eyes fixed on him, growling in a saw-like raspy voice, "Why didn't you reply to my message!"