Chapter 80

"I'm used to being sick; no matter how I vent my emotions, I can't stop it, so over time, I just don't want to make any expressions anymore. I know it's useless."

She knew it was useless, knew that everything was in vain, that it was fate, an eternal nightmare that could not be resisted.

So she no longer expressed any meaningless words; gradually, she began to be inexplicably annoyed by the people and things around her, and over time, she became cold and numb.

If the illness continued to linger, her inner demons seemed impossible to resolve.

This, however, completely stumped Dr. Ma; she knew that whenever Su Mian said these things, their therapy would have to be temporarily suspended.

Aside from the medicine she had to take countless times and the meaningless chicken soup for the soul, Dr. Ma didn't know what else to say.

This was indeed an unsolvable problem.

Because fate had given her such a body, it was up to her own fortune whether she walked out of it or sank deeper into it.

Hard to say.

Too hard to say.

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In the following days, Tian Nuan didn't cause any trouble, and the two lived in the same room like normal roommates, but she could feel Tian Nuan's intentional and unintentional targeting.

For example, she would suddenly take out the little snake to play with when Su Mian entered the room; she didn't mind people keeping animals in the dorm, but this situation was clearly deliberate.

So she reported it to the counselor without a second thought, and Tian Nuan's little snake was confiscated; ever since then, the way Tian Nuan looked at her became even more blatant.

She didn't even bother to keep up the sweet girl persona and was often sarcastic.

"Mian Mian, it's so nice that your mother sends you things every few days."

"Are you a mama's girl?"

"You're in college and still can't take care of yourself; it'll be a joke if people find out."

Su Mian unwrapped the imported eye drops Qin Zheng had bought from who knows where, glanced at her upon hearing this; Tian Nuan was rushing to finish a PPT and tilted her head at her with a smile.

"Sorry, I'm not as free as you; the student union has a lot of things to be busy with, and I subconsciously brought the emotions from over there here."

Su Mian turned her gaze back, "Oh, then you're really pitiful."

"Your parents don't care about anything, just like they're dead."

"Pfft—"

Qiao Yinuo, who was lying on the bed playing dead, finally couldn't hold it in anymore.

Although she didn't know what grudges or grievances the two had, being able to hear Su Mian say such vicious words in her lifetime was worth it.

"You!"

Tian Nuan stared at Su Mian in disbelief, her whole body trembling with anger; she was actually cursing her, that bitch!!!

She slammed her laptop shut and walked out with her briefcase, kicking the door on her way out. Qiao Yinuo had watched the drama for a long time and finally poked her head out from behind the curtain.

"So that's how you are toward people you hate."

She looked happy and said with a cheeky grin, "I always thought you hated me."

Su Mian calmly organized her desk, "You're better than her."

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The calico cat she had fed before the winter break came to find Su Mian again, meowing at the door from time to time. Su Mian subconsciously started rummaging through her snack box to see if there was anything she could feed it.

Hearing from the dorm manager downstairs that it was called Xiao Bai Ge, Su Mian froze when she heard the name; it reminded her of many things, so she couldn't help but ask.

"Who named it?"

The dorm manager shook her head and said she didn't know.

She didn't delve into it either; ever since then, she became more and more skilled at feeding the little cat every day, and even purchased a bag of cat food and a bag of freeze-dried treats online.

By this count, she hadn't spent money on Script Murder games for a long time.

Her addiction had faded a lot recently, and when she thought of another Script Murder, she lost consciousness and fainted in an instant.

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"Scholars of ancient times must have teachers."

"Teachers are those who pass on the Dao, teach professional skills, and resolve doubts."

If Su Mian hadn't already finished high school, she would have almost thought she had been reborn.

As soon as the previous sentence came out, the next one naturally connected in her mind without even needing to think.

With the groundwork of the previous two times, Su Mian wasn't in a hurry to open her eyes, listening to the sounds coming from her mind.

【Welcome, player, back to the Infinite Script Murder.】

The electronic voice spoke, and the surroundings instantly quieted down, but the next sentence made Su Mian's heart tremble.

【You are the murderer in this game.】

It was her this time.

Su Mian couldn't describe her mood; she used to be eager to be the murderer when playing Script Murder, and she had never failed when she was the murderer.

But now she was in the Infinite Flow world; if discovered, the price would be death, and she didn't have the abundant points like high-level players, nor could she be resurrected even if she committed suicide.

However, having already experienced three games, she wasn't exactly nervous.

【The murderer player will enter the game earlier than ordinary players to familiarize themselves with the crime scene and character relationships, avoiding exposing their identity due to mistakes during the game.】

【The system allows players to improvise within a controllable range and on an existing foundation; additionally, clues can be hidden but not destroyed.】

【Now recording the script for the player.】

Su Mian's heart stirred, and she opened her eyes; the scene was familiar yet strange, and she had only left this kind of place for two years in reality.

A striking banner was hung above the blackboard, white characters on a red background.

"The day of success in the imperial examinations, youth casts a magnificent chapter."

There were 10 days left until the college entrance exam.

Su Mian stood in the small corner by the window in the last row, her thick bangs and glasses blocking her view, and she struggled to look toward the front door.

A middle-aged man in a striped shirt stood at the door staring at them, his eyes dull and lifeless, yawning from time to time, and was immediately swallowed by the noisy sound of reading.

Everything looked normal, even giving Su Mian a sense of fear that the college entrance exam was imminent.

She shuddered and decided not to recall those things anymore.

【Your name is Chi Luoyi, your personality is dull, timid as a mouse, and reticent, but you are hardworking and diligent, steadily ranking in the top three of the class.】

Su Mian's eyelid twitched; hardworking and diligent... really?

She looked down at the confession letter tucked into her language textbook, the pen at her fingertips still resting on the last line of the letter.

Zhou Ye, please be with me.

These words were written extremely lightly, showing no sign of the thoughts or impulses of wanting to confess, appearing instead... a bit scared?

The system seemed to know what she was going to say and turned to narrate it; but this time, the tone was more sinister, not like it was telling a beautiful story of youthful unrequited love.

【Yesterday, you confessed to Zhou Ye, the top student in the entire grade; you have liked him for a long time, but a prominent figure like Zhou Ye has never looked at you once.】

【He is reliable, excellent, and a proud son of heaven who is out of reach, but in ten days, you won't be able to see him anymore.】

【You decided to take a gamble; you didn't ask for him to agree, only hoping not to leave any regrets.】

【So after school, you found him in the tool room of the next-door class.】

As soon as Su Mian heard this location, she felt something was wrong and subconsciously swallowed her saliva.

【You nervously stepped forward, trying hard to organize your wording, called his name, and whispered that sentence out.】

Zhou Ye, I like you!

He had his back to you, but he didn't turn around for a long time; you called his name repeatedly, wondering in your heart if he was angry.

You carefully leaned forward to pat his shoulder, only to touch a handful of blood.

He finally turned his head, that handsome and exquisite face smiling at you.

And behind him lay a classmate who had died with their eyes wide open in disbelief.