[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-play-for-real":3,"chapter-i-play-for-real-i-play-for-real-chapter-21":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","I Play for Real!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2313119,4523,"Chapter 21","i-play-for-real-chapter-21",21,"\u003Cp>“…Alright, let me count.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mingyang finally realized what Yizhen was up to—he was definitely out, but now he was clearly destroying evidence, saving them from leaving behind such a strong stink. He had a bit of guts, but his bladder didn’t care. He had to count fast, finish up quickly. The urge to urinate kept growing, and he was suffering terribly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mmm, sorry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yizhen had no choice. If he was going to destroy the evidence, he had to put it in a trash bag to count as half done. Holding it in his hands wasn’t an option—he couldn’t let anyone walk in and see it. He was forced to do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, today’s trash had all been stacked in bags and not yet thrown out. This was the perfect chance to hide these filthy clothes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shoved everything without hesitation into the large black plastic bag before him. It already held dozens of items; with this new addition, it bulged tightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, after several tight, sealed knots, nothing leaked out. Aside from being overly full, there was no other change. Perfect!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Mingyang, come in! It’s done!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yizhen called out to Mingyang, who had been silently counting seconds. Actually, all this could’ve been done in ten seconds—he’d given twenty just to be safe, so the bag wouldn’t be half-tied when someone walked in. What if they casually asked what he was doing? Eating trash? How embarrassing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re so slow.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Yizhen hadn’t exceeded twenty seconds, Mingyang still had to grumble at him. Did he know how agonizing each second had been? The growing urge to urinate—if he held it back or lost control, everything was ruined. Though he was desperately focusing on counting, his mind had already silently reached one hundred. Do you know what a hundred means? He nearly ruined his cultivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yizhen watched as Mingyang darted out like a startled hare, then vanished again, muttering under his breath, “Ah, well, it’s my fault.” There was nothing he could do. Between social death and face, he chose face outright. His skin was thin—he could only chat casually with girls, nothing else stood out. He was just ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t misunderstand. Chatting casually was just chatting casually—no bad intentions at all. Female classmates were just female classmates. He was publicly known as a pure-hearted kid, a fact even the teachers had confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Cough, cough, Mingyang, I’m going to throw out the trash.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Forget Mingyang’s grumbling. One step remained: throwing the trash bag out. Otherwise, the smell would keep spreading, and he’d still be poisoned by the fumes. This step was crucial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait, Yizhen, don’t go—I need to talk to you!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing this, Mingyang inside the bathroom panicked. He forgot all caution, gripped his “rifle,” and fired off his “bullets” as fast as he could, desperate to finish so he could ask Yizhen something. He’d wanted to ask earlier, but had held back due to urgency. Now, he needed answers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait till I get back. I’m going, I’m going.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yizhen didn’t know what Mingyang wanted to say, but a gut feeling told him it might relate to his ability. He grabbed the trash and hurried off. Mingyang wouldn’t be back anytime soon—maybe he’d even be asleep by the time he returned. No need to make it complicated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he passed Yunhen’s bed, about to walk right past, he suddenly had a flash of insight: Oh right—he’d forgotten Yunhen’s mattress and pillow couldn’t be left either. He quickly used one hand to roll them up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fortunately, the bedding was still clean. Otherwise, he’d have had even more trouble carrying it. This much was already making him pant, but what could he do? Handling these things required personal effort—he couldn’t ask anyone else for help. Otherwise, he’d expose himself as the culprit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone couldn’t be left behind either—going out without it wasn’t an option. But the battery was low. He’d need to buy a power bank soon. He had a nagging feeling he’d forgotten something… was it an illusion? Or something else? Whatever. Let’s go, gogogo!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yizhen! Yizhen!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mingyang, still getting no response, gritted his teeth. But the guy had already grabbed his things and was waiting for the elevator—no one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for the neighbor? They were eating, drinking, blasting Bluetooth music—so loud, no way they could hear Mingyang’s shouts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stupid Yizhen, you wait! Oh no—wait, you even triggered this thing? Looks like I can’t chase you now. I’ll get you when you come back.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing no reply, Mingyang, about to pull up his pants, was hit by another wave of sensation. He had to squat down again, still muttering nonstop. He’d returned to his old self—the talkative, sharp-tongued Mingyang. Time for some “Oli Ge!”—back to who he really was. Cough, cough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“By the way, where’s Zhenlin?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yizhen pressed the button for the first floor in the elevator, then remembered Zhenlin hadn’t been around since earlier. What if he ran into him? How would he explain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the dorm building had three elevators, only two were usable—the third was reserved for staff and the dorm supervisor, for quick access in emergencies. So if Yizhen took the elevator, he faced two problems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>First, with two elevators, you naturally pick the one arriving faster—no thinking needed. But that also meant a higher chance of bumping into Zhenlin. Rolling up the mattress and pillow made a long, bulky bundle—dangerously conspicuous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second, Zhenlin’s whereabouts were unknown. Given his usual dislike of stairs and the holiday period with few people around, his obvious choice was the elevator. So this place was too risky. Where was he? Maybe strolling on the roof, or waiting downstairs? He remembered the other elevator hadn’t shown any movement—no one had pressed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Conclusion: Get out of the elevator fast. Avoiding a collision was critical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a smooth ride, he’d already reached the fourth floor from the eighth. He quickly tapped the third-floor button. No more going down—lower floors meant higher risk. He’d take the stairs instead. He could manage carrying it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a “Ding!” the elevator stopped exactly where he wanted. He set down his load, peeked out, checked around—safe. Go!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He picked up his things again and slowly shuffled out of the elevator. He was just too weak—otherwise, he wouldn’t be struggling so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why not look for an ad promising instant strength boost? Forget it. Last-minute miracles were a bad idea. And with this phone battery, he couldn’t afford to waste it. What if it died right now? Would he even make it out?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most importantly, lingering here searching might lead to no useful results—and he might run into Zhenlin anyway. That would defeat the whole purpose. So endure it. The school gate was only a few hundred meters away. He’d get there soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huh～He gave himself a little pep talk, regained his resolve, and mustered his strength to shuffle toward the left entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To the right was a wall. It simply said, “This way is blocked.” It never stopped you if you tried to force through—if you had the will to break through, you’d get a nice interaction with the wind, letting you feel nature’s gentle breath. But if someone came behind you? Then you’d just add another corpse to the news report: one body, two deaths. Tragic indeed.\u003C\u002Fp>",1212,"2026-06-20T13:14:28.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","27c84bf99e59a9b581a8e79f252aa18a11aaf49183801e7b957d81dc08dede52","i-play-for-real-chapter-22","i-play-for-real-chapter-20",25,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-play-for-real-cover.jpg"]