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Yang Xiaotian was frightening, and Xu Zhigang was also surprised that he would be shocked by a young boy. Holding a towel in his hand, he murmured helplessly: "I, I'm just afraid that you'll catch a cold."

"I don't need you to pretend to be kind." Different from the cowardly and introverted one before, Yang Xiaotian at this time is like a hedgehog in a defensive posture. He lifted the quilt and hid himself in it.

Drops of water from the tip of the hair spread on the young man's pillow. Jiang Ning wanted to say a few words to the other party, but only got a back of the head representing resistance.

After hesitating for a few seconds, he gently sat beside Yang Xiaotian's bed, and then spoke as gently as possible: "Is it because of sexual orientation?"

In addition, Jiang Ning can no longer find a reason to classify the teenager as a "freak". No matter how open the comments on the Internet are, homosexuality is still a word that most people avoid in reality.

The sphere wrapped in cotton quilt shook, and Yang Xiaotian's muffled voice came from under the quilt: "Leave me alone."

"Then you should take some medicine before going to bed, right?" Jiang Ning, who is also a patient, knew how painful the bruising on the other person's body would be. He motioned for Yan Sen to pass the safflower oil over, and then comforted him with nice words, "Leaving your hair dry will make your cold worse. Don't you want to go to class tomorrow?"

As expected, the boy turned his head and stared at Jiang Ning with a pair of dark eyes: "I don't want to."

That's right, under the premise of being bullied on campus, no one would be willing to take the initiative to get bullied. When Jiang Ning figured this out, Yang Xiaotian suddenly looked at Jiang Ning and smiled: "Do you care about me?"

There was lightning and thunder outside the window, and the rain was pattering on the window. Jiang Ning felt that the other party quickly held his hand, as if grasping the last straw in his life.

"I'm really in pain." With lowered eyes, the bruises on the young man's knuckles were particularly frightening, "Jiang Ning, are you willing to help me?"

After taking a cold shower, Yang Xiaotian was as cold as a piece of ice. Jiang Ning's wrist was injured and he couldn't use his strength, so he could only let the other party pinch his fingers hard.

If it wasn't for the fact that there was a shadow under Yang Xiaotian, Jiang Ning almost thought that the boy lying on the bed was a ghost.

"You're tired," Yan Sen opened Yang Xiaotian's fingers without refusal, and pulled Jiang Ning behind him, "There's still class tomorrow, everyone go to bed early."

I thought that Yang Xiaotian might not be able to listen to anyone in this situation, Yan Sen was even ready to draw his gun in the next second, but to everyone's surprise, Yang Xiaotian just glanced at Yan Sen, and then shot Without saying a word, he lay back down again.

The atmosphere in the dormitory was extremely weird, Xu Zhigang hesitated for a long time, then climbed up the upper bunk tremblingly, and before going to bed, he specially put the bowl of carved rabbits on Yang Xiaotian's table.

Although they were just small gadgets, he still hoped that these things could make the other party feel better.

Nothing strange happened that night, and the continuous sound of rain became the best lullaby. In a daze, Jiang Ning felt that someone was standing at the head of the bed staring at him, but his head was dizzy, and his eyelids were heavy like It was filled with lead.

Such a ghostly bed-like experience made Jiang Ning very tired all night. When he was woken up by Yan Sen in a daze, he unexpectedly found that his live broadcast room had been unblocked by the system at some point.

But this is obviously not the most important thing now, Jiang Ning endured the pain and sat up straight, and saw Yang Xiaotian's empty bed next door at a glance.

When did this man leave? Why didn't he notice it at all?

Looking at Yan Sen suspiciously, Jiang Ning found that the other party also shook his head helplessly: "He was gone when I woke up."

The key person disappeared, and the three of Jiang Ning hurriedly packed up and went out to find someone. They didn't go out at the earliest time. At this time, there were already many students rushing to class downstairs.

Considering the strange things that happened last night, Yan Sen and Jiang Ning went straight to the toilet on the third floor of Teaching Building No. [-], while Xu Zhigang went back to class to inquire about Yang Xiaotian.

As the front desk of the unlucky Jiang Ning, Xu Zhigang naturally won't be treated very well in the class. He asked several people in succession and was perfunctory. With a sound of "咻", he inserted the fruit knife into the desk in front of Jin Ling.

The chattering crowd shut up instantly, and Xu Zhigang put on a round bun face, trying to put on a fierce look: "Ask you a few things."

After all, they were a group of middle-aged students. For them, they could still play prestige when they were in a group to isolate others or gossip behind their backs. But when Xu Zhigang showed his knife as a threat, everyone happily kept quiet.

Several boys wanted to go forward, but were pulled back by their companions.

To control violence with violence, if possible, he really didn't want to choose such a solution.

Sighing secretly, Xu Zhigang gave Jin Ling a wink, signaling that the other party should cooperate with him, he looked around and scanned everyone's eyes seriously: "What's wrong with Yang Xiaotian?"

Yang Xiaotian.

This name seemed to touch a taboo in Class [-] of Senior Three. The students avoided Xu Zhigang's eyes, obviously not wanting to answer this question.

But Xu Zhigang couldn't just give up so easily, he forced himself to speak harshly, then drew his knife and approached Jin Ling's neck: "Speak."

"Ask knowingly, Xu Zhigang, are you sick?" Unable to understand the other party's arrogant school bully, a girl with a single ponytail couldn't help but jumped out, "It's almost the college entrance examination, and you are still holding on to a dead man what?!"

"Dead?" There was a "hum" in his head, and Xu Zhigang repeated in disbelief, "You said Yang Xiaotian is dead?"

If Yang Xiaotian is dead, then who is that one who appeared in their dormitory?

"That's right, broken glass cut her wrist, it's worse than the girl who died the night before! The deceased is already dead, Xu Zhigang, why do you still hold on to this matter?"

It was probably because the expression on his face was too shocked, the girl with one ponytail frowned after yelling at the other party, inexplicably feeling that what she said was a bit too much.

"Xu Zhigang, I know it's hard for you to accept that everyone at the same table is cursed, but after all, we are going to take the college entrance examination soon." Taking a tentative step forward, the male squad leader of Class [-] ([-]) made a soft voice , "After three years of hard preparation, do you want to be expelled from school just like this?"

"If you feel really uncomfortable, I can accompany you to the school infirmary right now."

As soon as the words came out, everyone could hear that the male squad leader was secretly saying that Xu Zhigang was ill. After all, everyone knew about the death of a boy in their class. Xu Zhigang's inexplicable disturbance seemed extremely crazy in the eyes of the NPCs. mental illness.

It turned out that Yang Xiaotian was dead.

This is an unexpected and reasonable fact. When they saw that there was an empty seat beside them and Yang Xiaotian appeared in the dormitory with a sick face, the three of them took the other party's "sickness" argument for granted.

Yang Xiaotian was "cursed" by ghosts, and his name became a taboo that would never be mentioned in Class [-] of Senior Three. Teachers and students used "sickness" to whitewash the peace, so the other party would unscrupulously treat the players. Lying without worrying about being exposed for his lies.

No wonder Yang Xiaotian avoided the touch of outsiders so much, because the body temperature of a dead person would always be cold at any time.

However, the key to the success of this scam is that "Jiang Ning and the others don't know Yang Xiaotian". Could it be that in the world of "Returning", there are still npcs who can identify the player's identity?

After thinking about it carefully, Xu Zhigang realized that this round of checkpoints was not as simple as he had imagined at first. He didn't care about killing time with this group of students, put away the fruit knife in a hurry, and ran to the men's toilet on the third floor.

——Yang Xiaotian is not a living person, he can't let Jiang Ning and Yan Sen have an accident like this.

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Two flowers bloom, one branch each.

When Xu Zhigang was confronting people in the classroom, Jiang Ning and Yan Sen were searching around in the men's room like perverts, as if a force was guiding them in the dark, Jiang Ning raised his hand, and pushed the last partition away in a mysterious way between.

In the not-so-clean toilet cubicle, the bruised teenager curled up in the corner covered by his school uniform. His body was once again soiled by the filth that had been washed last night. Scattered cigarette butts and crumpled tissues were emitting an unpleasant smell.

As if being drawn into a fantasy or a different dimension, Jiang Ning saw some hazy scenes in front of his eyes. He watched a group of boys block the boy in the toilet cubicle, and cursed something "" Sissy gay".

It was a kind of naive cruelty. They didn't think they were doing bad things, so they could unscrupulously and confidently carry out "education" on young people.

He saw the young man being humiliated and stripped naked to "verify his integrity", and he also heard the boys justly urging him to "correct". A most hopeless lament.

Scenes of images that seemed to be real or fake floated before his eyes, Jiang Ning shook his dizzy head, subconsciously stretched out his hand to the boy in the corner: "Xiaotian?"

"wrong."

"I'm the real freak."

The boy raised his head, revealing a face completely different from Yang Xiaotian's.

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His right eyelid twitched wildly. Yan Sen, who hadn't heard the other party's voice since Jiang Ning entered the last compartment, thumped in his heart. With a stretch of his long arm, he opened the half-hidden door of the next compartment.

"Yan Sen!" Panting heavily, Xu Zhigang, who came in a hurry, pushed the door in and couldn't wait to share the information he had just learned, "Yang, Yang Xiaotian is dead!"

Surprisingly, this news did not attract the man's attention. He was staring at the last cubicle in the toilet, as if he was going to stare at a flower from there.

Curious in his heart, Xu Zhigang stretched his neck and followed Yan Sen's gaze to look in, and then he was so frightened that he fell down on the ground——

There was a dead body in the compartment.

A male corpse with bloody wrists and not yet completely decomposed.

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In fact, the ghost three years ago pierced Yang Xiaotian's shell, and now he has thrown away the shell because he has a better [x]