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Not even two days later, Song Fei ran into Qi Yan once again in a two-credit hour elective course called “Classic Film Appreciation”. The level of high demand for this course was comparable to that of the Spring Festival train tickets. When scheduling courses, the number of spots left would disappear in seconds. Song Fei and his entire dormitory had been stuck madly clicking their mice at the same time. In the end, only Song Fei had hit the jackpot. After the first class, Song Fei knew that he’d chosen correctly. The instructor was kind and affable. He took attendance as soon as the bell rang for class to begin. Whenever he finished, he’d turn off the lights and start the film. Whether you watched with rapt attention or put your head down and caught up on sleep, he disregarded it all without exception. And to be honest, a classroom with the lights off was really paradise for a sound sleep. There were several times when Song Fei definitely hadn’t been sleepy, but would still unexpectedly doze off.

At the end of the last semester when they were scheduling classes, the two of them had still been doing okay, so they’d scheduled many of the same classes together. But after they’d broken up this semester, this resulted in them crossing paths regularly. Truly a bittersweet romance.

In this class, Qi Yan sat in the first row as always, while Song Fei sat in the last row as usual. The reason for this vast separation had not a whit to do with their history left better as a memory, but rather was purely a manifestation of the innermost desires from the bottom of their hearts. Although they only had classes together after breaking up, and only elective courses at that, Song Fei was sure that that guy was exactly like this in his compulsory courses as well. The same should hold true for Wang Qingyuan. Perhaps in an academic tyrant’s mind, the closer the blackboard, the easier it was to be struck by knowledge. As for this slacker who aimed low and barely scraped by in every class all year round, it was impossible for him to understand the high aspirations of default scholarship recipients. Good thing they’d already broken up this semester. Otherwise, once the two of them actually started attending class side-by-side, they probably would’ve torn into each other a number of times over whether they should sit in the front row or the back. Last semester, just the matter of whether they should go to the library for self-study or not had stirred up quite a few disagreements already.

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An incompatible outlook on studying was the one that was really f*cking deadly!!!

Unlucky to the end, the matter of prohibited electrical appliances hadn’t made much of a splash in school, so it’d seemed as though the matter would be left unsettled just like that. Then, Jia-laoshi, who was finally at ease, popped up during their routine, weekend evening roll call to drag their dormitory residents out and parade them in front of all of their Department of History second-year classmates. They were left feeling ashamed until class the next day, their gloominess yet to disperse. Today, no one knew what was wrong with this elective course instructor who’d always been honest and kind, but he put on a horror film. No, a horror film was Song Fei generalizing, while the instructor’s actual words had been “cult film”. And as soon as he strayed from his usual route of a true gentleman remains silent when putting on a film, a never-ending stream of words gushed forth as he introduced his past decade’s worth of experience watching similar films, leading him to the final conclusion that the other cult films on the market all had to take care and call this one ancestor. Song Fei looked at the instructor’s shining eyes, and strongly suspected that the past few classes were all explicitly written into the lesson plans, while this class today was most likely a hidden easter egg.

This easter egg was too stimulating. The director clearly had his heart set on taking revenge on society, and blood splattered in all directions, while limbs were sent flying. And as expected of a master director, not only could he devastate you physically, but he also tormented you mentally. In the end, Song Fei really couldn’t stand it anymore and decisively made an early retreat. When he slipped out the back door, it seemed that a few female classmates even sent disdainful glances his way. Song Fei deeply admired these girls, they were all true men. Many of the buddies he knew also liked these kinds of films, but he really couldn’t do it. Like how some people dared to catch mice with their bare hands, but were afraid of stepping on insects with their feet, when there were over a hundred people, there’d be all shapes and colors present. Everybody had their own Achilles’ heel. C3IVtm

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Anyway, attendance had already been taken. Humming a little ditty as he went to the canteen, Song Fei was still pleased with himself, thinking how he wouldn’t have to wait in line to eat at this time, amazing.

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【The instructor took attendance again.】

The originally tasty, sweet and sour chicken instantly turned bitter. 7f8Lg

Song Fei looked at the time. It should’ve been right about the end of class now. He most spitefully speculated that the other party was merely refusing to give up his sinister designs, determined to humiliate him, so he decisively responded—【Please, he already took attendance as soon as class started. Taking it again at the end of class, is he crazy?】

The other party’s response was brief and concise—【En.】

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Song Fei was a little unsure of himself now. After asking around, he finally contacted a classmate from the Department of Physics through Xiang Yang. The response the other person gave was full-bodied and thorough—【Yes, ah. Not only did he take attendance, but he also said that those who didn’t come today shouldn’t bother taking the exam. It’s guaranteed they won’t pass.】

Whether or not Qi Yan wanted to humiliate him, Song Fei wasn’t sure. r92aX5

But, this elective course instructor was absolutely in true love with this film! What was love? If you can’t appreciate the beauty of my sweetheart, then I’ll let you hang until dawn!!!

Two credit hours gone.

Two months of classes attended for naught.

Song Fei no longer had an appetite. As usual, he got takeout for Wang Qingyuan, then brought it back to the dormitory with his head lowered dispiritedly. dETH6A

As soon as he entered, Wang Qinyuan, who’d just finished his CET-6 practice questions and was waiting to be fed, not only neglected to express his gratitude, but also added insult to injury, “In half a month, it’ll be time to take the CET-4 and CET-6. Have you even taken a look?”

Song Fei’s university allowed the first-years to register for the CET-4 during their second semester. Wang Qingyuan flew overhead with high scores, so he directly registered for the CET-6 this semester. Song Fei flawlessly evaded the passing score. To be exact, he maintained a safe distance that was far, far away from it, so this semester, he had to proceed as such.

As soon as Wang Qingyuan saw this expression of his, he knew that he hadn’t reviewed a single thing again. Hating iron for not becoming steel, he sighed, “If you really don’t want to prepare beforehand, then you might as well not register at all instead of wasting money for no reason.”

Song Fei also felt sorry for his money, but, “If everyone registers but I don’t, it seems very contrary, ah.” k4iIau

Wang Qingyuan shot him a look, “Your score’s even more contrary.”

Song Fei used both hands to proffer up the lunch takeout, “Ge, eat while it’s hot, ba.”

Wang Qingyuan stopped with his superfluous words. With studying, if someone didn’t want to do it, then even if others talked themselves hoarse, it would still be useless.

After lying in bed and playing on his phone for a while, Song Fei felt drowsy. After a short nap, he got back up. Who knew when Xiang Yang had come back, but he was sitting in bed playing on his phone. x 2OyH

Song Fei only took one look, and knew that he was still quarreling with his girlfriend— that expression, that aggressive screen-jabbing, as though he wanted to shatter it to pieces, were all cut from the exact same cloth as himself last night.

Xiang Yang had somehow gotten together with a girl from the Foreign Studies Institute four stops away. The girl was a first-year, Xiang Yang, a second-year, both exactly when curriculums were tight. Plus, they were ‘long distance’, so except the weekends, normally if they wanted to meet up, they could only make every second count in a race against time. They’d only dated for two months, and should’ve been in their honeymoon phase, but ever since last week, had entered a semi-cold war status.

“Haven’t coaxed her yet?” Song Fei decided to care for his roommate a bit.

Xiang Yang had just pressed on send, then chucked his phone aside, a “you don’t understand” expression on his face as he looked towards Song Fei, “Picking up girls is difficult, as difficult as ascending a tall mountain. Coaxing girls is difficult, as difficult as ascending the heavens!” V 8LTd

“Stupid,” Song Fei advised, “What’s the use of only sweet-talking her? Bring out the material goods, send a gift, ah.”

Xiang Yang looked at him askance, “You’ll give me the money?”

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Song Fei silently turned his head and looked out the window, gazing into the distance. He could give advice, but he couldn’t give money.

Wang Qingyuan closed his English-Chinese dictionary and suggested, “You might as well let her come over ba. Doesn’t she just want to watch our sports meet ma, big deal.” r7vidc

“Let’s not talk about how no one even wants either of you,” Xiang Yang thought it was necessary to educate his single roommates a bit. “When girls say they want to come watch the sports meet, the implication is that they want to come see you. If you really don’t have any events, that’s fine. Take a step back, and just treat it as though you two went on an outing…”

“Isn’t that it, then.” Wang Qingyuan didn’t understand.

“But I have an event, ah!” Xiang Yang wailed, then commenced his Super Impersonation Show, “Later, when my girlfriend chats with her sisters. Hey, are you going to watch your boyfriend’s sports meet tomorrow? I’m going too, ai. Right, what event is your boyfriend participating in, ah? Sprint relay. What about your boyfriend? Eight Trigrams Tai Chi Fan.”

Wang Qingyuan: “…” q8QE7Z

Song Fei glanced at the big red fan laying next to his pillow, too choked up to speak.

The Tai Chi Fan and Military Boxing were the school’s traditional athletics events. Allegedly, they had a glorious history spanning several decades. Whenever it was time for the sports meet, all of the departments would inevitably rise up for battle, not resting until they could seize first or second place. But with one batch of a new generation of students after another entering the school, this kind of group event was met with stronger and stronger resistance, mainly because it wasted time, wasted efforts, and even wasted manpower. As a whole, only the first- and second-years participated. But if you actually placed, the points you earned weren’t greater than that of the individual events by much. No one wanted to slave away at practice from dawn until dusk for a few months just to let the academic administration have a good time enjoying the excitement. If you had the spare time, you might as well practice the javelin throw or whatever, and you could feasibly win glory for your own department. Over the course of time, these two gradually deteriorated into performance events. At the beginning, several departments would still participate, but now, in these past two years, they’d already been established as the Department of History Tai Chi Fan and Department of Mathematics Military Boxing.

One arts, the other, sciences. One flexible, the other, rigid. Who knew if the academic administration forcibly designated it as such, or if the department administration wholeheartedly adored it, or if their two departments were just fated to have this calamity befall them. Anyway, the students were the ones who suffered in the end.

What really made them bristle with anger was that in the interest of giving their performance more vitality, this year, the Tai Chi fans procured by their department had stainless steel ribs covered with bright red silk, rustling hualahuala with each flick of the fan. You could be as fiery as you wanted, and as flashy as you wanted. gZ3cne

A desolate silence permeated the air. This was a heart-breaking topic. No one could retreat unscathed.

“Where’s Ren Zhe.” In the quiet laden with grief, Song Fei discovered that 440 was short a General.

Xiang Yang shrugged, “What else could he be doing, a day tour bei.”

The one-day campus tour was developed by the boys in the Travel Management program as a secret weapon to pick up girls, mostly geared towards the first-year junior sisters in their school. The standard operating procedure basically consisted of the senior students drafting school tour routes in the name of “practical training”, then pasting harmless smiles onto their faces, before setting off to hunt for the first-year junior sisters who had yet to see much of the world, all of which they referred to as uncovering the hidden gems of their school campus. Now, at the end of October, it was just the prime time when their junior sisters who hadn’t entered school for long were the easiest to fool. 8sODaf

“F*ck! Really!” Xiang Yang shouted in surprise. He jumped down from his loft bed with a bang, then opened the door to the dormitory, poking his head out, and looking around surreptitiously.

Song Fei who was sitting on his bed was startled. He stared at the top of his roommate’s head and asked, “What’s up?”

Xiang Yang ignored him and was still sparing no effort to peep outside. This piqued Song Fei’s curiosity, so he also leapt down and stuck his head out with him to peer around.

The corridors in the boy’s dormitory building were narrow and long, with dozens of dormitory rooms distributed on either side, while the far end was almost completely out of sight. 440 was located on the west end, and right now, there were some people gathered at the east end of the corridor that were faintly visible. But, the distance was too great, so they couldn’t see too clearly. Vu9Imn

“Well d*mn. Looks like it’s true, ah.” Zhao Jinxin from 441 next door also opened his door and came out, and as soon as he noticed his two classmates craning their necks and peeping out, he hastily swapped information with them.

Song Fei was anxious to death. Now this was what true curiosity was, hundreds of claws scratching at his heart, “What exactly is it, ah!”

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Wang Qingyuan came from behind, “Look at the group chat for yourself.”

Song Fei’s department had a WeChat group. Because of the large number of people, it went dididi all day long, a majority of it being nothing important, so Song Fei later muted it. Now, hearing Wang Qinyuan mention the group chat, his knee-jerk reaction was to rush back to find his phone, open it, then his entire screen was “f*ck me”, “d*mmit”, and “what the f*ck”, not even caring how the advisors who were also in the group would feel when they saw this. Song Fei kept scrolling up through hundreds of messages, before he saw anything of substance— there was an archeology program student from room 402 who they’d lost contact with for four days. The department had kept it a secret and hadn’t reported it to the school, but this afternoon, in the grass outside the west gate, the aforementioned student’s laptop bag and half of a human leg had been found. Now, it was suspected that this student had been murdered, and the police were currently inside room 402 inspecting this student’s belongings, while the three roommates had already been separated for questioning. QULt05

Before he saw this, Song Fei had still been rather expectant, but after he finished reading it, he just felt that it was of little interest. Maybe it was true that something had happened, otherwise, the police wouldn’t have come, but it was most likely because something had been lost, so the owner had reported it to the police. This kind of thing was a common occurrence in the dormitories, and as for him losing contact or being murdered, these people had clearly seen too many crime stories, and were over there making stuff up. Every day, these school urban legend-like rumors could be found in at least eight posts on Moments. All of them were talking like they were right at the scene too, even half a f*cking leg. If they were all so capable, then upload a picture, ah.

As if refuting Song Fei, not ten messages after the student with the breaking news, there was someone who’d sent a ‘photo live at the scene suspected to be from the student who made the police report’.

The photo was fuzzy and unclear, the icon completely blurred out, but Song Fei’s cheap hand just had to press on it to see, and the result was an image of a severed leg that could absolutely still be made out despite how shaky and how unfocused the photo was. Everything above the knee was gone, while only the lower leg and foot were left. The calf was badly mutilated, and only a white Nike shoe remained. Under all the blood that had coagulated and turned dark, it seemed especially dazzling.

Song Fei felt nauseated. fqMd2b

He still firmly believed that this supposed ‘photo live at the scene’ had been found on the Internet somewhere. But unfortunately, it evoked the “classic film” he’d been appreciating earlier, the two images overlapping as his stomach began to churn.

Author’s Chapter Summary:
Scientific knowledge is absolutely not negatable, trusting rumors or spreading rumors is unforgivable!

The translator has something to say: as a year-round horror and UF fanatic, amazing („• ֊ •„)