[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-i-play-for-real":3,"chapter-i-play-for-real-i-play-for-real-chapter-8":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},2313106,4523,"Chapter 8: Yi Zhen Awakens","i-play-for-real-chapter-8",8,"\u003Cp>“Mm.” Upon hearing this, Zhen Lin immediately accepted the idea of pairing Yi Zhen with the corpse. It just so happened to be Qingming Festival today—there was no way to avoid it. His body trembled slightly from fear, and he involuntarily stepped backward, choosing not to stop or intercept Ming Yang’s actions. Clearly, those few words had worked well enough—though Yi Zhen would have to suffer being mistaken for a corpse for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My boy, it’s not that Dad doesn’t want you to wake up—it’s just that Ming Yang is so secretive. If not for him, you’d have woken up long ago. Don’t blame Dad; blame Ming Yang instead. I’ll definitely help you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Besides, since he dared to take on this task, he must have some substantial method—no need to rely on my own useless technique. I just hope Yi Zhen wakes up soon. After all, I said something unpleasant just now; this atmosphere must be eased, or things might get hard between us later. As Zhen Lin shifted his gaze away, his eyes held both panic and bewildered helplessness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that there was a secret was something another roommate told him—he wouldn’t have known otherwise. But even that roommate only knew the gist; to learn the full picture, he’d have to ask Ming Yang, the dorm leader. That’s precisely why the scene just now happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he was big and burly, he was shrewd beneath the surface—otherwise he wouldn’t have ranked among the top students academically. He also knew that the roommate who had gone home for vacation had a petty streak. Though his heart wasn’t bad, he had a habit of speaking ill of others—a contradictory character. Zhen Lin was curious and wanted to know, but hadn’t found a way to ask. Now, by bluffing, he’d actually gotten something out of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was worse than nothing, because it would create a sense of discomfort between them. In the end, none of them would get along well—things might only get worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d definitely have to apologize later to mend their relationship. This matter was slightly sensitive—he could tell from Ming Yang’s serious expression. Best to stay silent and not disturb him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actually, he couldn’t blame him. If Ming Yang weren’t so secretive, he wouldn’t have resorted to threatening with this game. He never expected it to fail this time. Clearly, this secret was important—perhaps tied to some sense of dignity, or something else. Who knew? He certainly didn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yi Zhen, it’s time to wake up!” Ming Yang first checked Yi Zhen’s breath—there was still respiration, a perfectly normal state. But after a while, he felt warmth—and a strange illusion, as if Yi Zhen’s consciousness was being deliberately controlled, as if he’d just uncovered it?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he had no choice but to use the old method: shake Yi Zhen awake. If it worked, he wouldn’t need to deploy his secret trick afterward—and that would be easier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, that piece of information was somewhat explosive. Under normal circumstances, he didn’t want to use it, because it only worked best when the other person was pretending to sleep—whether by choice or subconscious. Once revealed, Yi Zhen would instantly jump up and find something to beat him up. Though it carried a hint of threat, it didn’t harm their feelings. Maybe that’s just dorm camaraderie.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, he’d noticed something odd earlier. Normally, Zhen Lin’s loud voice should’ve woken Yi Zhen long ago. No matter his sleeping position, Yi Zhen was always the first to stir. So why, right now, was he completely motionless?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That meant only two possibilities existed, as mentioned above. Checking his breath would reveal the truth. Though it sounded mystical, it wasn’t unscientific—it might just be a kind of unspoken understanding. His innate talent for discernment was precise enough to detect Yi Zhen’s abnormality. Otherwise, he never would’ve uncovered that secret. All of this had grounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>『Squeak!』 After a faint creaking of the bedframe,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a faint creak of the bed frame, Yi Zhen, lying on the lower bunk, painfully shifted his left hand and successfully grabbed Ming Yang’s hair. With a sharp upward yank, a man clutching his head and howling in pain appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Damn! Yi Zhen, you little bastard, that’s not fair! You ambush me? My beautiful hair!” Ming Yang, who had just moments ago worn a composed expression, instantly transformed into a clown… no, a bitter, world-weary knight. He cursed himself for not dodging. That sudden move really hurt. He didn’t know why Yi Zhen’s strength had suddenly increased, but he definitely couldn’t take it. Right now, he needed to find a mirror and check if his legendary hair was ruined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Ming Yang… that’s payback for almost shaking me unconscious just now. Phew, my head’s pounding!” Yi Zhen released his grip, slowly propping himself up. Though still tired, he could still exert force—just needed more effort than usual. That was the only difference; everything else remained normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaning against the wall, he exhaled a slow, heavy breath and began observing the cause of his fainting. A swelling sensation and a stream of data flowed before him—still obscure and hard to understand, but clearer than before. His memory seemed to have subtly improved. Perhaps… the experiment truly succeeded!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yi Zhen, you finally woke up! You don’t know how sneaky Ming Yang is—he forced me to carry him! That’s totally disgraceful. I even taught him a lesson, and now you’ve made him eat dirt too. Looks like we’re still on the same side, huh? Hehe, come on, fresh hand-pulled pancakes—eat them while hot. If you’re still hungry, take his share too. We can’t let our dorm treasure go hungry.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Yi Zhen quietly stared at the foot of the bed, still lost in thought, a coarse, loud voice rang out—but clearly, the speaker was deliberately lowering his tone. When speaking ill of Ming Yang, he sounded like he was whispering. Can you imagine the contrast of a burly man speaking in such a hushed voice? Yi Zhen felt it acutely. When Zhen Lin handed him the pancake, Yi Zhen could barely make out the words—he had to read his lips. Clearly, Ming Yang’s authority as dorm leader and de facto dorm supervisor was immense. Zhen Lin feared being punished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Joking earlier was fine, and an apology should’ve been enough. But now, openly defying him again would trigger a chain reaction—he had to be careful. He still wanted peace. What if Ming Yang brought over a laptop and said he’d only forgive him after an all-nighter? That’d be disastrous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most crucially, he couldn’t simply refuse. Oh heavens, oh earth—I only blurted out a joke! Please let me get through this. If Old Yi helps, maybe everything will be fine. He won’t refuse, right? Hehe! The slightly cunning fat boy began plotting his path. They say “take something and your hand softens, eat something and your tongue grows short.” Time to give Old Yi a lesson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, the innocent boy, unaware of any of this, was pondering another question: When had he learned lip-reading?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though he heard no sound, subtitles appeared clearly before his eyes. After silently reading them, they vanished normally. When he tried to trigger them again, they vanished like stones dropped into the sea. So what was this? He could analyze certain things accurately, yet it felt incomplete—as if something was missing. What was it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he pondered, he naturally took the pancake from Zhen Lin’s hand. He was genuinely hungry, and thinking drained energy—especially when starving, the drain multiplied. He needed to replenish energy to continue deeper exploration, or he’d likely pass out again. This wasn’t a joke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though the food before him was barely a drop in the bucket, it was still indispensable. He needed to regain some strength and go find real food. He didn’t know what time it was—hope it wasn’t too late. Otherwise, he’d have to wait until tomorrow morning to leave campus. He desperately needed energy—any high-calorie food would do.\u003C\u002Fp>",1332,"2026-06-20T13:14:28.657Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","1f961ddf67cf8f7c3702a1c66a9cd30b6e806f44c253d41370995c0dd4ec50bc","i-play-for-real-chapter-9","i-play-for-real-chapter-7",25,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fi-play-for-real-cover.jpg"]