Chapter 9: Not a Good Morning
Lying on the sofa, although the crisis was temporarily resolved and Leng Qing Qiu had told her to sleep, Lu Zhiyin had no intention of sleeping.
She opened her eyes and watched as Leng Qing Qiu cleaned up the bloodstains in the house, restoring everything to its original state. She watched Leng Qing Qiu carry the snake skin bags used to hold the corpses out of the house, and then watched her return empty-handed.
Without acknowledging Lu Zhiyin, who was lying on the sofa with her eyes open and looking at her, Leng Qing Qiu simply returned to her bedroom and closed the door.
Lu Zhiyin was left alone in the living room.
“…”
Silently, Lu Zhiyin was still dwelling on what had happened earlier. Thinking about the pieces of corpses in the snake skin bags, Lu Zhiyin squeezed her fingers.
She looked worriedly at the living room window. It was pitch black outside. Looking at the deep darkness, Lu Zhiyin’s mind was a mess.
“How can I go back?”
She asked herself softly. Lu Zhiyin no longer had any hope of conquering the four game heroines.
She was really not good at communicating with people. In the game, all she had to do was chat with the heroines or do other things, and their affection would automatically increase. However, such rules created for gameplay clearly could not be applied to this real world.
“…”
Just as Lu Zhiyin was about to continue thinking about the most important things to her, the living room lights went out.
The world in her eyes went completely dark, and Lu Zhiyin’s thoughts came to an abrupt halt.
She lay on the sofa, shrinking her body.
Looking at the darkness in front of her, the image of Leng Qing Qiu with a face full of blood and holding a chopping knife kept flashing in her mind.
Shaking her head, Lu Zhiyin touched the gauze on her forehead, hugged herself with her arms, and curled into a small ball.
She closed her eyes, but couldn’t fall asleep for a long time.
She kept her eyes closed like this for the entire night. When the dawn arrived, Lu Zhiyin was still not asleep.
“…”
Pushing open the bedroom door, Leng Qing Qiu had just come out when she saw a white lump on the sofa.
The grayish-white hair matched the blue and white school uniform, and from a distance, it looked like a large snowball.
“Heh…”
Leng Qing Qiu couldn’t help but smile and stretch.
She walked slowly to Lu Zhiyin, and when she sensed her approach, the white furball on the sofa trembled.
“…Morning…”
Supporting her extremely tired body, Lu Zhiyin sat up with difficulty. She looked at the energetic Leng Qing Qiu and tried to speak to her in a flattering tone.
In her previous life, she was actually a very reclusive person, so she was not good at talking to people. The past day had fully exposed this shortcoming.
“Mmhm, Zhiyin, good morning.”
Nodding, Leng Qing Qiu went to the kitchen alone. She washed up simply in the bathroom, then changed into her school uniform and walked to the sofa, putting on her schoolbag.
“Going to school now.”
After briefly informing Lu Zhiyin, Leng Qing Qiu pushed the wheelchair and placed Lu Zhiyin in it.
Without giving Lu Zhiyin any time to freshen up, Leng Qing Qiu pushed her out of the house.
“Achoo…”
The morning temperature was a bit low, and the air was very humid. As soon as she got out of the house, Lu Zhiyin sneezed.
She thought she might have caught a cold.
But this was normal. After all, not only had she not slept all night, but she hadn’t covered herself with a blanket, and she had been quite frightened. It would be a miracle if she didn’t get sick.
Speaking of which, what season was it now?
Abruptly remembering this question, Lu Zhiyin recalled that in the game, the starting season could be chosen.
The streets were bare, with no trees. Lu Zhiyin could not determine the season by feeling the temperature.
She thought it was probably autumn? Otherwise, she wouldn’t have caught a cold from not sleeping all night…
Thinking this, Lu Zhiyin sat in the wheelchair and hugged herself.
Leng Qing Qiu pushed Lu Zhiyin’s wheelchair towards the school. Along the way, Leng Qing Qiu stopped to buy a Jianbing for breakfast.
This made Lu Zhiyin feel even worse.
Leng Qing Qiu pushed her wheelchair from behind, eating the Jianbing and making crunching sounds.
The aroma of the Jianbing kept wafting into Lu Zhiyin’s nose, trying to tempt her.
Unfortunately, the Jianbing was successful.
Lu Zhiyin’s appetite was whetted, and she was a little hungry.
She originally wanted to ask Leng Qing Qiu to stop so that she could buy something to eat, but after patting her school uniform pocket, Lu Zhiyin had to give up the idea.
She had no money on her at all, and she didn’t dare to ask Leng Qing Qiu for money for breakfast.
Thus, Lu Zhiyin arrived at school, hungry.
“We’re here.”
Leng Qing Qiu casually threw the bag that held the Jianbing into the trash can and reminded Lu Zhiyin as she pushed the white-haired girl onto the campus.
They were probably among the earliest to arrive. There weren’t many people in the school yet, and it was very quiet.
After being pushed back to the classroom by Leng Qing Qiu, Lu Zhiyin eagerly took out her schoolbag from under her desk.
A black, somewhat old schoolbag with two patches. Although she knew she was very poor now, seeing the shabby schoolbag still made Lu Zhiyin feel a little upset.
She rummaged through her schoolbag, trying to find some money to buy breakfast, but to no avail.
All she had in her schoolbag were books, cheap stationery, and a set of house keys.
“…”
Silently, Lu Zhiyin despaired. She lay on her desk, clutching the keys.
Now, she was both tired and hungry. In her previous life, she had never been this miserable.
It was only then that she realized that her perceived misery was just perceived misery.
“Achoo…”
She sneezed again and instinctively wanted to wipe her nose with her sleeve, but stopped herself in time.
She looked at Leng Qing Qiu beside her. The brown-haired girl just smiled, took out a pack of tissues from her desk, and handed it to Lu Zhiyin.
“Sorry…”
Lu Zhiyin apologized softly, not really knowing why she was apologizing. It was probably just out of fear.
After apologizing, Lu Zhiyin remembered the phone that Qin An had taken. She still needed that phone to make money, otherwise, she would probably starve to death.
So the question was, how should she get her phone back? Leng Qing Qiu had said yesterday that she wouldn’t help her.
One problem after another arose, and Lu Zhiyin became more desperate.
She thought that today was really not a good morning.
If only all of this were a dream, Lu Zhiyin thought of her previous life. Although she had almost no friends, at least she didn’t have to worry about food…
“Um, can you tell me where Qin An is?”
After a long period of hesitation, Lu Zhiyin mustered up the courage and gently poked Leng Qing Qiu’s arm.
She no longer expected Leng Qing Qiu to help her. She just wanted to know where Qin An was, so she could try to beg that person.
Well… although she didn’t have much hope, Lu Zhiyin didn’t have any other options, did she? If telling the teacher was effective, the protagonist in the game wouldn’t have been bullied…
