The numbers 1, 2, and 3 have all appeared, so next should be 4. Besides the sequential pattern, Qi Yang felt there was another pattern: time.

He found Yi Xinming and discussed it with him, believing that more people would lead to broader ideas.

“There are no classes on Saturday night, but there’s evening self-study. On Sunday morning, there’s one class, and Sunday afternoon is a half-day holiday. You previously said that leaving the school counts as completing the level. Does that mean we just need to survive until Sunday afternoon?” This was a conclusion Qi Yang had deduced.

Yi Xinming nodded, agreeing that Qi Yang’s speculation was correct.

The clear conditions seemed simple enough—just leave the school—but they all knew the real difficulty lay in how to safely survive until Sunday, which was a huge problem.

This game had only been going on for a little over a day; it started on Wednesday, and today was only Thursday, meaning there were still two days until Sunday.

A lot can happen in a single day.

“Also, if all the deaths occur in the afternoon and evening, and if the rules don’t change later, there should be six more incidents.” With two unexpected events daily, there should be one more on Sunday noon. It’s unlikely that nothing will happen on Sunday, allowing them to easily clear the game.

“Six times? Six more times? The previous three, to be precise, weren’t actively avoided by us; it was just luck. We can’t be this lucky every time.” Yi Xinming believed that the next six crises would only get harder.

“Not necessarily.” Qi Yang suddenly thought of the man who claimed to be the supervisor. Didn’t he say that if there were any problems, they could always go to him? Although the other party was a pervert, Qi Yang suddenly wanted to use him as a tool if possible.

Based on the current developments, as long as the players don’t break the rules, they won’t be punished. And as the supervisor, the man shouldn’t break the law himself.

This is based on the assumption that the supervisor is a law-abiding person. If they are not, Qi Yang’s lips curled into a smile, and he could then do something he had always wanted to try.

“What are you planning to do?” Yi Xinming asked, seeing Qi Yang’s eyes lowered, as if he was about to cause trouble.

“I have an idea I want to try, it’s better than just waiting to die.” Qi Yang’s mood suddenly brightened considerably.

Yi Xin knew Qi Yang had many ideas: “Just be careful, don’t put yourself in danger.”

“I know.”

There had been a fatal incident at noon. According to Qi Yang’s deduction, there would likely be no more incidents during the three afternoon classes. Indeed, nothing unusual happened until after dinner.

The ghostly classmates in the class would transform into their terrifying forms at the start of each lesson. Qi Yang seemed to have grown accustomed to it. When they changed their faces to scare people, he could even calmly observe the differences between each of them. Some female ghosts, even though they had become non-human, still retained their human aesthetic sensibilities. In this class, or rather, in the entire grade, there was no one more handsome than Qi Yang. When quietly observed by Qi Yang, some female ghosts would even secretly blush.

Qi Yang noticed this and found it amusing. These were not humans; no matter how much they resembled humans, they had long ceased to be human.

The four evening classes were the same as the afternoon. Everything was quiet and peaceful until self-study class, when some noises came from outside the classroom, as if a large truck had driven into the school.

Everyone was curious when the teacher walked into the classroom. The original Chinese teacher had an urgent matter and asked Fu Mingnan to cover a self-study class for him. After he came in, he asked some students in the class to go downstairs to help move books from the truck. These books were donated by people outside the school, and because of a temporary problem on the road, they only arrived now.

Fu Mingnan held the roll call book and called out a few names. Coincidentally, among those names were Qi Yang and Du Yong.

So Qi Yang knew this might not be a coincidence.

Walking out of the classroom, Qi Yang looked to his left, and as expected, all the game players had been called out.

Qi Yang recalled the death conditions he had recorded; the fourth person was crushed to death by a heavy object. A truck had just driven up downstairs, so it seemed it would be the truck.

Qi Yang looked at the teacher, who was also the game supervisor. He figured that even if he made an excuse about feeling unwell, he probably wouldn’t be able to escape, so he could only go downstairs first to check the situation.

Two large trucks were parked in front of the library. The cars were quiet, and the players stood by the trucks.

Qi Yang motioned for Yi Xinming to come over. He told him that it would be best for all the players to get on the trucks and unload the goods from there, rather than receiving them on the ground. Being on the trucks might reduce the risk of being run over.

As for refusing to move books, that probably wouldn’t work. The supervisor stood nearby, eyes seemingly fixed on every player. Someone tried to sneak away, but after being met with the supervisor’s cold, smiling gaze, they stiffly walked back.

The players here saw it very clearly that afternoon: the supervisor directly stomped on a student’s head, crushing it.

If someone here were disobedient and refused to unload the books, they might also face such a punishment.

Yi Xinming went to remind the other players, who obediently climbed into the truck bed. The truck bed was filled with many books, and everyone began to work.

Qi Yang also entered the carriage, but as soon as he tried to move the books, someone immediately stopped him.

“You’re not feeling well, sit here and rest, we’ll handle it.” Three ghost classmates walked up to Qi Yang and immediately took the books he was about to pick up.

Qi Yang blinked. They took the books away and told him to rest. Wasn’t that just letting him be lazy? If the supervisor found out… Qi Yang turned to look outside. The supervisor was standing outside the carriage. Seeing that Qi Yang hadn’t moved and everyone else was busy, he not only said nothing but turned and left, as if deliberately going easy on Qi Yang.

Qi Yang was already a bit sleepy since it was the last class. Since someone wouldn’t let him carry heavy objects, he was happy to take it easy and found a spot to sit down. But just as he was about to sit on the ground, someone called out to him again.

“The ground is cold, so just sit on the book,” a classmate said caringly.

Qi Yang looked at that classmate, who avoided Qi Yang’s gaze and walked away, as if afraid Qi Yang would question him about something.

Qi Yang was indeed curious about these things, wondering why these ghosts treated him differently from others. It seemed not just now, but it had always been this way.

Why is that? Could he really be uniquely different from others?

It seemed like his pregnancy was the issue, but these ghosts couldn’t possibly know about it. As Qi Yang thought this, he looked up at the ghost students. They were all diligently moving books, and no one was looking at him anymore.

Qi Yang slowly placed his hand on his abdomen, lowering his gaze as if deep in thought. He then looked up, feigning discomfort in his stomach, even letting out a pained groan.

The ghosts, who had been busy with their tasks, simultaneously froze and turned to look at Qi Yang. Their expressions showed a mix of concern and a faint hint of fear.

Afraid he’s uncomfortable?

If that’s the case, then I’ll be even more impressive. Qi Yang tried to stand up, his body swayed, and then he leaned against the bookshelf and fell to the ground.

Feigning a faint and lying on the ground, Qi Yang suddenly stopped moving. Several classmates put down their books and rushed over.

The expressions on their faces were all equally panicked.

“What do we do? The school nurse isn’t here right now, and if something really happens to him, we’re screwed!” a boy said nervously.

Du Yong and the others were in another car. Qi Yang had them go there. He always felt that the ghosts seemed to treat him differently, so he took this opportunity to deliberately test them.

“Why don’t we tell the supervisor? Let him come up with a solution. None of us touched him, so it’s not our responsibility anyway.” One person quickly offered a suggestion.

“Okay, I’ll go get someone right away.” Someone agreed, followed by the sound of footsteps leaving.

Qi Yang could now confirm one thing: these ghosts were afraid of him getting hurt, which made some things much easier to handle.

Qi Yang also wanted to test the supervisor.

Qi Yang lay still. When the supervisor heard that Qi Yang had fainted, his expression changed slightly. He immediately jumped into the carriage, saw Qi Yang lying motionless on the ground, walked over, bent down, and picked Qi Yang up horizontally.

As his body suddenly left the ground, Qi Yang’s eyelids trembled. He had never been carried like this before and subconsciously wanted to open his eyes, but remembering that if he was going to act, he should act thoroughly, Qi Yang deliberately furrowed his brows, and a faint sound escaped his lips even in his unconscious state.

The supervisor carried Qi Yang and jumped off the car, landing very lightly. He then walked towards the school hospital. The doctor wasn’t there, so the supervisor placed Qi Yang on the bed. He reached out to touch Qi Yang’s forehead; her temperature seemed normal. Seeing Qi Yang clutching her stomach with both hands, the supervisor’s eyes darkened. The child had just been conceived, and the fetus was not very stable yet. The child wouldn’t miscarry so easily because this child was his, not entirely human, but half-ghost.

The supervisor removed Qi Yang’s hand and placed his own palm on Qi Yang’s stomach. His palm was icy cold, and that chill quickly penetrated Qi Yang’s body, soon alleviating much of Qi Yang’s discomfort.

Seeing Qi Yang’s brows relax, Fu Mingnan pulled a quilt over to cover Qi Yang.

He got up, intending to leave and let other players take care of Qi Yang. Just as he turned around, Fu Mingnan’s hand was grabbed.

Qi Yang, on the bed, opened his eyes, a hint of confusion in them. Upon seeing that the person he had grabbed was Fu Mingnan, he immediately let go. Fu Mingnan stared at Qi Yang’s hand, wanting to grab it back immediately, but decided against it, fearing he might startle Qi Yang.

“Thank you.” Qi Yang sat up and thanked Fu Ming.

“If you’re not feeling well, you should have said so sooner.” Fu Mingnan’s expression was deep, revealing no superfluous emotions.

“I thought I couldn’t be lazy,” Qi Yang smiled.

That smile carried a hint of fragility, yet at the same time, it possessed a rare and touching delicate beauty. Fu Mingnan almost couldn’t resist kissing him directly at that moment.

“It’s not that you can’t, as long as you don’t get caught,” Fu Mingnan said.

Qi Yang hummed, his expression indifferent, as if what Fu Mingnan said to him was unimportant. He got out of bed, put on his shoes, and walked out.

“Where are you going?” Fu Mingnan stopped Qi Yang and asked.

“To move things.” Qi Yang had a look that said, “Why are you even asking?”

Fu Mingnan furrowed his brow, suddenly regretting it a little. He wished he hadn’t set up this kind of level.

“You don’t need to move them. What if you faint again later? There’ll be nowhere to get you medical attention tonight.” Fu Mingnan told Qi Yang not to overexert himself.

“My friend is still there.” That was the main point.

Qi Yang walked out of the infirmary, not looking at Fu Mingnan’s expression, and quickly returned to the book-moving site.

He walked around the two cars, looking for the number 4, and found a bright red one on the tire of one of the cars.

And the books haven’t even been moved halfway; it will take a while to move them all.

If the tire can’t be removed, what if the numbers are dealt with?

Qi Yang looked around for something, found a stone, and used it to scratch out the numbers.

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