Chapter 503: Student Dormitory

The students opened their eyes one by one.

Before them stood a school that looked utterly ordinary.

Ordinary classrooms, an ordinary playground, an ordinary dormitory building—scenes found in any university—yet the only thing slightly unusual.

Was their group of students, all twisted and deformed.

Wu Xian and the other new arrivals had no special reaction to this.

But the native students who crowded around were all tearful; some even wept aloud.

The normalcy of this immigrant school was what they had longed for but never obtained; outside, it was hard to find even a single building untouched by bombs.

The student council president spoke in a cold tone.

“It’s already late. New students, follow the upperclassmen to the dormitory building and collect your essential living items using your registration forms.”

“I know you’re all exhausted, but please still follow school rules—your classes begin tomorrow.”

With that,

the student council members left.

Only the bald Black man remained, leading them toward the dormitory building.

On the way, Wu Xian finally realized what was unusual about this school.

Narrow. From the front, the school looked normal.

But once you moved off-center, you saw every building was extremely narrow—all structures, including classrooms, were less than four meters wide, like…

towering giant tombstones!

Wu Jigee couldn’t help complaining: “How many kickbacks did they take to build this? Couldn’t they just widen it a bit? What if an earthquake hits—we’ll all be buried alive.”

The moment he finished speaking, a group of natives turned to glare at him, thinking him utterly ungrateful; Wu Jigee glared back, defiant.

The dormitory building was just as narrow.

In front stood a small square piled high with supplies; several pale-faced women in blue uniforms were the dorm supervisors.

All students,

regardless of age or gender, were brought here—it seemed this immigrant school had no separate male and female dorms.

The process of lining up for supplies was unremarkable; Wu Xian quickly received a large package and a dorm key.

902.

Newcomers and family members had always walked at the back, so all of them were assigned to the top floor.

There was no elevator in the dormitory; stairs ran along both sides. Due to the narrow structure, the stairs had countless turns, making climbing dizzying and disorienting.

The corridor was narrow and long—barely wide enough to open doors—and the lights were voice-activated, turning on automatically as they climbed.

But the height wasn’t all bad.

At least the entire ninth floor housed only family members and newcomers, so they could discuss matters without needing to hide from others.

After reaching the ninth floor,

everyone collapsed in disarray, especially the youngest college students, who gasped like pugs—their stamina was worse than Old Man Haiweijiang’s.

Wu Xian, Huo Shutong, and Su Mi were slightly better off.

Before the others had fully rested, the three of them explored the entire ninth floor; by the time they stopped moving, everyone else had recovered enough.

Su Mi borrowed keys from others and opened the doors of rooms 901 through 906—these six rooms belonged to them, so they should be relatively safe. “The dorm interiors are basic: all are four-person rooms with four iron bunk beds arranged horizontally; under each bed is a wooden desk and a chair. Each room has a trash bin and a wall clock. I found no traces of malevolent spirits or unworshipped idols.”

“Also, there are no private bathrooms—students must go elsewhere to use the restroom.”

Huo Shutong took over from Su Mi.

“I walked the corridor just now. There are ten rooms on the ninth floor—the first nine are dorms, the last one is the restroom.”

“The restroom is laid out horizontally, with a sink and four small stalls. The doors of the first three stalls are open; the innermost one is closed…”

“I suggest you avoid opening the fourth stall. Actually, better not use the third one either.”

Then it was Wu Xian’s turn.

“Our packages contained five items: a set of bedding, a uniform, a badge, a booklet, and a class schedule.”

“The bedding has been used—no odd smell, but excessive folding and compression have made it thin and creased…”

“The uniform is a blue tracksuit, identical to the student council’s style, and clearly worn before. If I’m right, we’ll be punished if we don’t wear it during certain events.”

“This badge…”

It was a standard plastic-laminated badge with a white card inside bearing three thick red bars—common in elementary and middle schools, usually given to student council members.

But in this immigrant school, the badge’s meaning was unlikely to be so simple.

The booklet was the student code of conduct for the immigrant school, listing rules for different locations.

It included sections on dorm rules, classroom rules, cafeteria rules, and more—numerous and hard to memorize all at once.

Some dorm rules matched what Meng Bailing had mentioned.

For example: no one may lie on beds during the day, no clutter on desks, no trash in bins.

But others were new to her.

At midnight eleven, supervisors conduct room inspections—so no dorm may be locked, and students must not cover their faces with blankets.

From midnight eleven to seven a.m., students are forbidden from using the restroom.

Classroom rules require students to keep their eyes on the teacher during lectures and prohibit whispering or talking.

Cafeteria rules include: food must be purchased with academic credits, and all purchased food must be finished.

These rules weren’t even harsh.

The college students, upon seeing them, felt no fear—instead, they found them familiar, even sparking a strong urge to complain, since their own schools had similar rules.

But the family members were not so optimistic.

This was a blessed land! Before entering the dorm, both their companions and the student council president had stressed: never break the rules here. So those seemingly normal rules likely concealed something terrifying.

The final sheet was the class schedule.

Due to limited classroom space, no two students could attend class together—all schedules were staggered.

The schedule also marked exam dates.

Tomorrow counts as Day One; a midterm exam is on Day Three, a graduation exam on Day Six. After passing the graduation exam, the graduation ceremony is held on Day Seven.

The timeline was extremely tight.

It seemed this blessed land’s process was far shorter than imagined.

(End of Chapter)