Chapter 7: The Wretched Zhou Liping

“I can’t believe she wants me to do that with Chen Jing…”

Zhang Xiaofan stared blankly at the message sent by Bao Lei, but rather than feeling annoyed, he was secretly delighted. After all, Chen Jing was the acknowledged beauty of their class. For him to be with her like that—what a stroke of luck, especially considering that just a few days ago, Chen Jing and Song Feng had played a trick on him. But if Chen Jing herself agreed to spend a night with him, Zhang Xiaofan thought, only a fool would refuse such a good thing.

He stole a glance at Chen Jing, only for her to suddenly grab a book and hurl it at him, shouting furiously, “Zhang Xiaofan, you penniless loser, don’t even think about touching me!”

Zhang Xiaofan snorted coldly, “Who wants to touch you? But the game designated you, which means if you don’t comply, you’ll be the one who dies.”

Chen Jing’s face went pale at once. She understood the rules of the game, yet still insisted stubbornly, “Don’t flatter yourself. In my heart, there’s only Song Feng.”

Being called a toad in front of so many classmates made Zhang Xiaofan’s face turn ugly. He retorted icily, “Even if you begged me, I wouldn’t touch you.”

Song Feng interjected, “Chen Jing, don’t waste your breath on this trash.” After a few words of comfort, his eyes shifted to Zhang Hua. “Aren’t there two options? Everyone vote for Zhang Hua, and let her sleep with Zhou Liping.”

Zhang Hua’s face turned white as a sheet. “Anyone who votes for me, I’ll have my brother beat you up!”

“I’ll give each of you three hundred yuan if you vote for her,” Song Feng declared. His family was wealthy, and he didn’t even blink at spending money.

Soon, even Zhang Xiaofan and the others voted for Zhang Hua, and she won by a landslide.

Bao Lei: Voting is over. Zhang Hua and Zhou Liping must have sex within two hours.

Zhou Liping’s face turned white immediately, while many watched him with schadenfreude. The main reason was that Zhang Hua was extremely unattractive—only one meter fifty tall but weighing a hundred and fifty pounds, her thighs nearly as thick as Zhou Liping’s waist.

And it wasn’t just her appearance. Zhang Hua, despite being a girl, was notoriously unkempt. Some girls from her dorm said she only bathed once every three weeks, so she always carried a strange smell.

“The choice is made. Zhang Hua has to sleep with Zhou Liping. If she doesn’t, she dies,” Shen Fengxin remarked, eyeing her bulky figure.

“Zhang Hua, are you willing?” Su Qianqian asked.

“I’m not willing,” Zhang Hua hadn’t yet spoken when Zhou Liping stood and pointed at her. “Just the sight of this fat cow disgusts me. Whoever wants to do it with her can go ahead.”

Zhang Hua’s face changed instantly, and she snapped, “If you don’t sleep with me, I’ll die!”

“Hmph, what’s that got to do with me?” Zhou Liping replied coldly.

“Looks like you won’t cooperate. Just you wait,” Zhang Hua sneered, pulling out her phone on the spot. “Hey, bro, come to my classroom.”

Her brother, Zhang Bing, attended the same school and was rumored to be a small-time thug who often extorted students.

Knowing he couldn’t afford to provoke Zhang Bing, Zhou Liping tried to escape, but Zhang Hua grabbed him and shouted to her two girlfriends, “Shut the door! Today, whether he wants to or not, he’s sleeping with me.”

She seized Zhou Liping by the crotch, snarling, “You’re all stiff, but still pretending.”

Zhou Liping, humiliated and furious, howled in pain, but he was too unpopular for anyone in the class to help him.

Soon, Zhang Bing arrived with two cronies. He stormed in and slapped Zhou Liping twice, cursing, “How dare you bully my sister? Are you tired of living?”

Then they dragged him away.

“Bro, take him to my dorm,” Zhang Hua instructed.

Zhang Bing nodded, kicked Zhou Liping, and ordered his cronies, “Carry him to my sister’s dorm.”

Watching them leave, Hu Xiaotian sighed, “With Zhang Hua’s size, Zhou Liping’s probably going to be drained dry.”

Zhang Xiaofan said, “These games are getting stranger and stranger. We need to investigate.”

Just then, Su Qianqian approached, “Xiaofan, I thought it over yesterday. I’ll go to the archive room with you. I have the key, but the school usually forbids students from entering, so we’ll have to sneak in at night when no one’s around.”

“Alright, let’s do it.” It was the first time Su Qianqian had spoken to him so directly, and Zhang Xiaofan’s heart beat faster.

When night finally came, Zhang Xiaofan discussed it with his three roommates. Only Jiang Jiewei was available; the other two claimed to be busy.

The three of them arrived at the archive building. The archive room was on the same floor as the library, but hardly anyone came here even during the day, since the library had been closed for a long time.

They climbed the stairs together. The hallway was dark, and despite the hot weather, Zhang Xiaofan felt a chill in the air.

“It’s so cold,” Su Qianqian murmured. As Zhang Xiaofan was in the middle, she instinctively drew closer to him.

The faint fragrance from Su Qianqian’s body made Zhang Xiaofan’s thoughts run wild. He couldn’t help but think, if only Jiang Jiewei weren’t here, maybe something would happen between him and Su Qianqian.

“I’m cold too,” Jiang Jiewei said, also moving closer to Zhang Xiaofan, but Zhang Xiaofan shoved him away impatiently. “A guy like you afraid of the cold?”

But even as he said it, Zhang Xiaofan himself felt chilled. They finally reached the upper floor and headed to the archive room.

Su Qianqian took out her key and turned the lock. The door creaked open with a harsh sound, and a cloud of dust billowed out.

They all burst into a fit of coughing; it was obvious no one had entered for a long time.

The room was quite large, with seven or eight bookshelves laden with files. Zhang Xiaofan knew these were the school’s records from over the years—student files, teachers’ files, and more.

“Close the door,” Zhang Xiaofan whispered, pulling out his phone.

Jiang Jiewei, who was at the back, shut the door, and the three of them illuminated the room with their phones.

“It’s so creepy in here. Do you think this place is haunted?” Jiang Jiewei said.

Zhang Xiaofan muttered under his breath, “Why would you bring that up now?”

“Enough. We’ll each take a bookshelf. Try to find any major events in the school’s history. If you discover anything, let us know,” Su Qianqian said.

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and headed to the third row. The shelves were labeled, making it easy to find information about past people and events.

“Huh? Two years ago, Class Four of Grade Three had a field trip and there was a bus crash. Everyone died.” Zhang Xiaofan read an archive. Such a huge incident, but he didn’t recall seeing it in the news.

He checked another file. “Three years ago, there was a student fight, and two newly hired teachers were killed.”

These records chronicled numerous events, almost all murder cases, yet Zhang Xiaofan had never heard of any of them.

In this information age, the death of a single person would cause a sensation. But here, so many had died, and the entire school remained silent.

“The mastermind behind this must be very powerful,” Zhang Xiaofan thought darkly.

He then flipped open a few photo albums, which contained student photos from several years ago. In recent years, these records had been digitized and were now online.

He glanced at a group photo from eight years prior—students and teachers together. But their faces were deathly pale, their eyes pure black.

Suddenly, the two in the photo smiled at Zhang Xiaofan…