Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts
Night Parade of a Hundred Ghosts | Chapter 50 – Dong Yifang

This week went by pretty comfortably. Unlike other hospital rooms that reek of disinfectant, the private ward I was in had good air circulation, and the bed was nice and soft—way better than the dorm back at school. Honestly, apart from not being able to go out for a stroll, it was pretty much perfect.

Of course, thanks to that kick from Ye Yu, I ended up bedridden for another day before I could recover enough to move a little. Still, standing up and walking around was a no-go.

Oh, by the way, Li Shanshan woke up on the third day of my stay. She was dazed at first, and it wasn’t until the fourth day that she regained her full senses. When we asked her what happened, she said she remembered drinking bubble tea when a group of burly men rushed toward her. One of them covered her nose with a white cloth, and after that, she lost consciousness. The next thing she knew, she was here in the hospital.

Li Qingshan told her about the kidnapping, explaining that the police, with my help, had managed to subdue the kidnappers. Naturally, he left out the part about the ghostly stuff—probably to keep her from worrying.

My hospital stay wasn’t too bad overall. Brother Xiang brought Tai Long and Little Fatty over to visit me once.

A week flew by, and soon it was Sunday again, time to head back to school.

That afternoon, around three o’clock, I handled my own discharge procedures. Then I swung by Li Shanshan’s room to say goodbye. When I walked in, her complexion was much better—her face was rosy again. She was watching a TV drama when she noticed me. Smiling, she said, “Brother Hui, you’re here? Come, have a seat.”

I chuckled. Li Qingshan had told her that I got hurt in a scuffle with the kidnappers while saving her, so she spoke to me with genuine gratitude in her tone.

“Why the ‘Brother Hui’ business? No need to be so formal.” I laughed as I sat on her bed. “Feeling better now?”

“Yeah, the doctor says I’ll be good to go after another two weeks of rest,” she nodded.

I asked, “How are things between you and Ye Yu? Has he been visiting you?”

She nodded again and smiled. “He came by yesterday. Why? Are you jealous?”

“Oh, come on, you brat. Why would I be jealous? If I wanted to steal you from him, it’d be a piece of cake!” I teased, half-joking. Truth be told, though, I still hadn’t forgotten the punch and kick that punk gave me.

There’s an old saying: a gentleman takes revenge ten years later, while a petty man does it on the spot. Well, I’m no gentleman. As a certified nobody, I’d say my mindset leans heavily toward the petty side, and I’m not ashamed to admit it. Just thinking about Ye Yu still makes my teeth itch with resentment.

Even though Li Shanshan probably just sees me as a friend, if I could somehow drive a wedge between her and Ye Yu, I’d relish watching him sulk for a while—it’d make me feel loads better.

“Pfft, let’s see you try,” she joked.

“Where there’s a will, there’s a way,” I said, glancing at my phone. “Anyway, it’s getting late. Take care of yourself, and let’s hang out when you’re out. Just give me a call.”

After saying goodbye, I left. I was wearing a red T-shirt and a pair of blue jeans that day. Stepping out of the hospital, I was hit with the hustle and bustle of the streets. Maybe it was because I’d been cooped up in there for too long, but seeing all the cars and people gave me a sense of liberation—like I’d just stepped into the sunlight after being locked away.

I hopped on the bus, heading back to school.

“I’m back!”

Kicking open the dorm door, I found Brother Xiang sprawled out on his bed, snoring away. Little Fatty was at his desk, munching on snacks while watching some, uh, special content from a certain nation. Tai Long was out on the balcony, practicing punches on a hanging sandbag—fully geared up, no less. It was like my absence hadn’t made the slightest impact on their lives. Not one of them even acknowledged me.

“Hey! I’m back!” I yelled next to Little Fatty. He glanced at me, said, “Don’t bother me,” and went back to his business.

I looked down and—holy crap—what a sight. This dude was dual-wielding! His right hand was, uh, occupied, while his left hand kept feeding him snacks.

“Dude, can you be any grosser? It’s broad daylight, the girls’ dorm is right across from us, and you’re eating while doing that?!” I said, cringing.

Little Fatty gave me a side-eye and said, “You don’t get it. Anyway, I really need to quit; my body can’t take it anymore.”

“Yeah, maybe find yourself a girlfriend—”

Before I could finish, he interrupted, “Seriously, though, Xiang screwed me over again yesterday. His Garen went full AP…”

“You deserve to be a loser for life,” I said, rolling my eyes and turning away.

I climbed up to Brother Xiang’s bed and shook him awake. Our dorm had four bunks, with the bottom ones used for storage and the top ones for sleeping.

“Brother Xiang, I’m back,” I said.

He groggily opened his eyes and mumbled, “Xiao Dong? You let me use Caitlyn as support, and we still got wrecked yesterday…”

“Huh? Who’s Xiao Dong?” I asked, confused.

He blinked a few times, rubbed his eyes, and stared at me. “Oh, my bad. Thought you were someone else. Dude, did you come to the wrong dorm?”

This guy must’ve pulled one too many all-nighters because he was seriously out of it. Not wanting to deal with Tai Long or Little Fatty either, I lay down on my bed and closed my eyes to rest.

“Brother Xiang, Little Fatty, get up already! Let’s get grinding again!”

I must’ve dozed off because the next thing I knew, a voice jolted me awake. It was an unfamiliar guy—a scruffy-looking dude wearing a black T-shirt and shorts. He barged into our dorm, yelling.

Rubbing my eyes, I saw it was already dark outside. Yawning, I asked him, “Hey, who are you?”

He stared at me and said, “Who are you?”

Just then, Brother Xiang woke up. “Oh, Xiao Hui, this is Dong Yifang—Brother Dong. He’s a senior in our third year. I met him while playing League of Legends. Brother Dong, this is Chen Hui—Xiao Hui—I keep mentioning to you.”

“Nice to meet you, Brother Dong,” I said, hopping off my bed and shaking his hand. My palm immediately felt gross. I looked down and saw him shrug. “Don’t mind it—haven’t washed my hands in two or three days. Been grinding games nonstop.”

“Alright, Brother Dong, you head back and get ready. We’re gonna grab some food first. Later, we’ll dominate the bottom lane again. Caitlyn support works fine as long as I’ve got my AP Garen wrecking everything,” Brother Xiang said, yawning but suddenly brimming with excitement as he talked about the game.

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