Yi Xinming pushed through the crowd and walked inside. Just a few steps into the room, he suddenly stopped. In the six-person dormitory, on the middle lower bunk on the right, lay a charred object. From its shape, it was clearly a person.

Yi Xinming stared at the charred corpse for a long time. No one entered the dormitory; they could roughly see the situation from the doorway.

The player from the same dormitory outside the door suddenly turned around and vomited against the wall. Some ghostly students noticed the player vomiting. These ghosts were not from the same classroom as Qi Yang, so they didn’t know about Qi Yang’s morning sickness in the classroom earlier. Now seeing someone vomit, and then looking at the player’s utterly unremarkable appearance, they all thought this person was not someone they needed to pay attention to. The information they received specifically mentioned that the person was the most eye-catching one in the crowd.

The students had been looking out for this person, and just as someone started vomiting, they looked around at the others and easily found the most striking person in the crowd. However, the person showed no signs of frailty, so the ghosts here assumed it wasn’t Qi Yang.

Qi Yang’s ghost classmates knew full well, but they kept silent.

Yi Xinming was close to the corpse, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh assailed his nostrils. Coupled with someone vomiting outside, Yi Xinming also felt a bit nauseous. He covered his mouth and nose, turned, and walked out of the room.

Just as he was about to reach the door, Qi Yang, who was outside, suddenly pointed above the charred corpse and exclaimed, “Look there!”

Where? Yi Xinming was puzzled but still looked behind him in the direction Qi Yang was pointing. Upon seeing it, he understood what Qi Yang meant: above the corpse, or rather, on the iron bed where the corpse lay, on the crossbar of the shop, there was a blood-red number 2.

The number representing the bed number.

Last night, they were only focused on checking if there were blood characters on the doorplates, and consequently forgot to check their respective beds. In that case, their lucky escape last night was truly fortunate.

Stepping out of the room, Yi Xinming’s expression was unusually heavy. This game seemed considerably more difficult than the ones he had cleared in the past.

“Too careless.” Yi Xinming’s brows furrowed deeply. If they had been more careful yesterday, perhaps this person would be alive today.

Qi Yang glanced at the charred corpse in the dormitory. He patted Yi Xinming’s shoulder: “No one expected it to be like this. We can only be more careful next time.”

Qi Yang looked thin, but his tall, slender body seemed to exude an aura different from ordinary people. Yi Xinming looked at the light in Qi Yang’s eyes and nodded. In fact, his feelings were not just self-blame, but also worry about his own insufficient ability, worrying whether he could successfully survive until the game was cleared.

“That’s right, it seems I need to be more cautious and careful.”

With a corpse lying in the dormitory, the players who slept in that dormitory dared not enter, so they went to Qi Yang’s dormitory to wash their faces. After washing, everyone went to the cafeteria together.

Walking out of the cafeteria, Du Yong looked up at the cafeteria sign and was surprised to find that the blood-red number 1 had faded.

Du Yong immediately told everyone about this discovery.

“Does this mean the cafeteria is safe now?” a player whispered, shrugging his shoulders.

Qi Yang didn’t say anything. Yi Xinming glanced at Qi Yang and then replied, “Probably.” He didn’t give a very definite answer.

“Last night the second was burning, so what’s the third?”

That player clearly had a bad memory; Qi Yang had already told everyone yesterday what the general death scenarios were.

“The third one, I think, was being cut by some sharp object?” Du Yong vaguely remembered a bit.

After speaking, he immediately looked at Qi Yang, whose lips twitched slightly, not refuting, clearly indicating that Du Yong was correct.

“Sharp object, what sharp object?” The players looked at each other, and it was about scratching the body, but no standard was given for the extent of the scratch.

“How did you get scratched? Where were you scratched?”

Someone pressed.

“Go see for yourselves, don’t ask others about everything.” Du Yong retorted, blocking them with a single sentence. These were all observations made by Qi Yang, and it seemed these people had never thanked Qi Yang.

“We’re all in the same boat, what’s wrong with helping each other? Now I seriously doubt if you’re deliberately hiding something. Do you think that with fewer people, you want the rest of us to die so that you few can clear the game?”

“I think that’s what you’re thinking.” A sharp-featured player stared at Qi Yang, as if this person knew a lot, much more than they did, but only said a little each time, or simply said nothing at all.

“Hey, you! Yes, you! You’ve actually cleared this game many times, haven’t you? You know how to leave the school, but you’re keeping it to yourself. What’s your deal?”

The player walked up to Qi Yang. From yesterday to today, his nerves had been stretched to their limit. Last night, he hadn’t slept well at all. There was a ghost in the dormitory eating pigeons, biting off their heads with a crunching sound, blood dripping onto the floor. Although it finished eating and nothing else happened, the player didn’t get any more sleep that night. Every time he closed his eyes, he seemed to hear that crunching sound.

Many of the other players had visible dark circles under their eyes, but Qi Yang’s complexion seemed no different from yesterday. Clearly, Qi Yang had slept very well.

Aside from Qi Yang knowing more than them, the players didn’t think there could be any other explanation.

The player went up and shoved Qi Yang hard, directly causing Qi Yang to stumble. If it had been normal times, Qi Yang might not have been affected, but he was pregnant, and the pregnancy was still in its early stages, requiring rest and care to ensure a safe pregnancy. With such a forceful shove, his stomach began to ache faintly.

Qi Yang clutched his stomach, staring coldly at the player.

The player let out a light scoff, raising his chin with a “what are you going to do about it?” expression: “What’s wrong?”

Qi Yang turned away, not wanting to stoop to the level of such a person. He wanted to keep the peace, but some people just take an inch when given a mile.

“What do you mean? Looking down on people?” The player with the harsh face blocked Qi Yang, his gaze fierce, pressing on Qi Yang’s shoulder. He looked exceptionally violent, as if ready to hit someone at any moment.

Qi Yang originally didn’t want to antagonize the players, but since they were delivered right to him like this, if he continued to endure, it would seem like he really was a pushover.

“Yes, I look down on you, what can you do about it?” Qi Yang curled the left corner of his mouth, a completely mocking expression on his face.

“You little s—” The “son of a bitch” didn’t have time to be fully uttered before the player turned around and screamed.

Qi Yang grabbed the player’s wrist as it swung towards him, then quickly formed his right hand into a fist, and with a dull thud, the fist solidly struck the player’s abdomen.

The punch wasn’t light, because at the same time, Qi Yang’s memory flashed back a little, returning to the nightmare he had last night. He was held down by a strange man, unable to move. Thinking of that scene, Qi Yang’s mood became quite unpleasant. It’s normal for pregnant people to be a bit irritable sometimes.

The player suddenly arched his back, his previously arrogant expression instantly changing. His face contorted in pain. On the right, Yi Xinming had originally intended to step forward to help Qi Yang. In his opinion, Qi Yang was likely an intellectual type, not a physical one, and certainly not good at fighting.

However, before he could act, Qi Yang had already beaten the person up. Yi Xinming’s lips curved into a smile; it seemed he had underestimated Qi Yang.

Yi Xinming walked over to Qi Yang, and players from his class also went over. Du Yong naturally sided with Qi Yang. In a blink of an eye, the more than ten surviving players split into two groups. The other group clearly consisted of those who believed Qi Yang and his companions were hiding something.

Since that’s the case, it’s better to separate now. Qi Yang won’t force anything.

Qi Yang’s stomach still hurt a little. If it still hurt later, he would go to the campus hospital. Qi Yang and the others walked into the cafeteria, ate quickly, and then hurried to the classroom. The other group ate slowly, staring at the departing individuals with unfriendly eyes.

Du Yong expressed concern: “Will they do something?”

“Don’t worry, it’s already hard enough to survive here, they don’t have time for petty tricks.” There were still many dangers not yet eliminated. If those people weren’t careful, perhaps they would be the ones to die next. Yi Xinming told Du Yong not to overthink it.

They were strangers with no ties, so if the other party trusted them and they looked out for each other, that was fine. But if there was no trust, or even hostility, then Yi Xinming had little interest in being an overly kind person.

Qi Yang’s personality seemed to be the same. In this game space, which was completely different from the real world, unnecessary kindness was the most pointless thing.

Upon reaching the classroom, numbers 1 and 2 had already been discovered, so now it was 3. If it was a classroom, when Qi Yang walked in, he observed what objects were sharp. The glass windows—if they shattered, the glass shards would be sharp, and if they suddenly fell, they could easily injure someone. But the glass windows were wiped very clean; let alone blood-red numbers, there didn’t seem to be any trace at all.

Sitting on a stool, Qi Yang looked up at the ceiling fan. Qi Yang had seen news before about ceiling fans falling in school classrooms. The fan blades were all metal, and if one detached while spinning, it could potentially slice off a person’s head.

Qi Yang’s fingers tapped lightly on the desk a few times. He noticed that no one seemed to be headless, and he didn’t see any ghost students holding their own heads, so the head-chopping incident probably wouldn’t happen.

However, the ceiling fan was still one of the dangerous objects. Qi Yang and Du Yong pointed to the ceiling fan and also gestured to Yuan Yuan, telling them both to pay more attention.

Yuan Yuan’s complexion was still barely acceptable. Although it was clear she was still shaken, she hadn’t slept alone last night. She shared a bed with Kang Lian, a player from another class. The two girls slept together, looking out for each other. Last night, someone in their dorm was eating late at night. The two girls hugged each other. Kang Lian was braver, so she slept on the outside. Knowing Yuan Yuan was timid, she covered Yuan Yuan’s ears with both hands like an older sister, so Yuan Yuan wouldn’t have to hear those eerie chewing sounds.

The two of them had much better sleep quality compared to the male players.

Yuan Yuan nodded, indicating she understood. At the same time, she thought of Kang Lian, wondering how things were going for her. She only hoped the morning class would end quickly so she could tell Kang Lian what to watch out for.

The morning class passed peacefully. As soon as it ended, Yuan Yuan rushed out to Kang Lian’s classroom. When Kang Lian saw Yuan Yuan approaching, the friendship between girls always forms quickly. She walked out the back door, and the two girls went to a secluded corner. Yuan Yuan told Kang Lian about some precautions in the classroom, urging her to be careful. If anything happened to Kang Lian, Yuan Yuan felt she might collapse. Although they had known each other for less than twenty-four hours, this didn’t stop Yuan Yuan from caring about Kang Lian.

Qi Yang also walked out of the classroom. The corridor outside the classroom was less crowded, and the air circulated better. Although the classroom floor was clean, there was always a faint, almost imperceptible smell of blood. As a pregnant man, Qi Yang was sensitive to smells, and breathing fresh air immediately made him feel much more comfortable.

The task of finding the red numbers was left to Du Yong, with Qi Yang calmly directing him. Du Yong’s intelligence was not on the same level as Qi Yang’s, so he was perfectly willing to be a tool, even worried that Qi Yang might direct someone else instead of him.

During break time, the surrounding students behaved normally, some talking, some reading. Occasionally, some would stare at the players, but it wasn’t like yesterday when everyone stared in unison.

Du Yong walked back and forth inside and outside the window. Some students curiously glanced at him, but they were unaware of certain rules in the game’s setting. Those rules were only for the players, to prevent them from being completely in the dark and failing en masse. Since it was a game, whoever had good intelligence and good luck would live longer.

In a way, the game isn’t entirely cruel.

All the windows had been checked, but no red numbers were found. Du Yong even peered into the cracks. All that was left was the ceiling fan. The underside of the fan showed no abnormalities, but the other side was uncertain. To check it, he would have to stand on a desk, but Du Yong’s desk was a bit far from the fan.

Du Yong walked out to ask Qi Yang if he had any ideas. Qi Yang glanced at the ceiling fan hanging from the ceiling. The temperature here was pleasant, like springtime, so the fan was naturally not on.

To step on someone else’s desk to look at the other side of the ceiling fan, Qi Yang pondered for a while with narrowed eyes. He quickly thought of a method, or rather, a method he had used when he was a student.

However, that was by chance, but now it was a certainty. He wondered how accurate his throwing would be. If he wrapped tape around the object in reverse, the success rate might be much higher.

When the class bell rang, Du Yong immediately panicked, fearing that there was really a problem with the ceiling fan in their classroom, which would make this class dangerous.

Qi Yang, however, had a vague premonition that it wouldn’t be this class, at least.

Even if it were this class, no accident would ever happen, because a certain someone wouldn’t allow Qi Yang and his child to be harmed under his watch.

Everyone walked into the classroom and sat down, waiting for the teacher. To their surprise, the Chinese teacher wasn’t alone; he was accompanied by an exceptionally handsome and dashing young man in a light blue polo shirt and casual trousers.

The Chinese teacher walked to the podium, and the man also entered the classroom, standing by the front door with a gentle and warm smile on his face.

Staring at the man’s face, Qi Yang confirmed it was a stranger, but the man’s facial features and the aura he exuded immediately reminded Qi Yang of someone he had met two months ago.

Just then, the man’s gaze fell on Qi Yang. Qi Yang’s face was expressionless, and the man didn’t look at Qi Yang much. He turned his gaze away, completely unfamiliar.

If it really was that person, he shouldn’t have changed his face. Qi Yang’s right hand dropped from the desk and gently rested on his abdomen. His belly was still flat. No one would notice that Qi Yang was pregnant just by looking at him like this, but Qi Yang himself knew very well that there was a cub inside.

<p>At that time, Qi Yang had his head lowered, so he didn’t see the man’s gaze fall on the top of his head again. At that moment, his eyes clearly changed, becoming a look of absolute aggression and possession. If Qi Yang had been able to look up, he would have surely become alert.</p>