“Where’s the light?”

Almost as soon as Song Yongzhao’s voice fell, a flash of light illuminated the pitch-black room. A corpse hanging from the beam, with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes, and two streaks of blood tears flowing from beneath its eyes, suddenly appeared in everyone’s pupils. At the same time, there was a creepy and terrifying piece of music.

Bian’er almost cried from being scared by the corpse. He leaned to the side and hugged Song Yongzhao, who was his only source of comfort, his hand clutching his clothes trembling.

But the next second, his waist was tightly embraced from behind by another person. Song Yongzhao, both scared and grumbling, said, “Who’s going to turn on the light?”

Bian’er, trembling in Song Yongzhao’s arms: “…”

The man holding me is Song Yongzhao, who am I hugging?

Maybe because he was too scared, his brain couldn’t think clearly. Bian’er raised his hand, touching and squeezing.

“What are you touching?” A cold voice rang out very close to Bian’er. He could even feel the cool breath on his cheek.

Bian’er froze.

Who was he hugging? Who was it?

Lian Jichuan: “Let go.”

Bian’er’s brain overloaded. After a while, he quickly let go of his hand. As soon as he let go, he felt Lian Jichuan walking away. Was the school hunk angry just because he hugged him? Bian’er had this thought, but he didn’t have time to think about it because the creepy light above the dark room flashed again. Someone saw something and screamed in terror.

Bian’er was infected by their fear, and he hugged Song Yongzhao, who was right next to him, in terror.

He didn’t know how long it had been, but with a click, the pitch-black room finally welcomed the light that everyone had been craving.

Sun Qi wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said in a kowtowing tone, “Lian Ge, I knew it, you’re the most reliable.”

Lian Jichuan moved his hand away from the light control, his dark eyes sweeping over the group of people in various awkward positions, “Find the clues.”

Because of the light, the group quickly found the clues in the room and opened the door to the next secret room.

Cheng Xu held his breath and pushed open the door.

Sun Jiaqi breathed a sigh of relief, “There’s a light, there’s a light.”

Hearing this, everyone relaxed and walked into the room. Bian’er discovered that this room was very large, bigger than the previous two rooms combined. It was like a storeroom for a bride’s dowry, with many chests and trunks, all tied with dark red ribbons.

Besides, this room wasn’t a secret room, there seemed to be an open passage next to it, but the light was much dimmer than in the room.

The group rummaged through the things in the room, trying to find the clues hidden in the room. Amidst the creepy background music, someone screamed in terror, and then, suddenly, seven or eight brides in bright red wedding dresses, with blood tears streaming down their faces, popped out from the chests and dark corners of the room, laughing wildly as they rushed towards the group.

Even the chest next to Bian’er had a bride pop out.

Bian’er was stunned for a moment. When he saw the bride, with a face that would give him nightmares, rushing towards him with a ferocious expression, Bian’er took off running.

As he ran, he caught a glimpse of Cheng Xu, who seemed to be frozen in terror, standing still. Bian’er didn’t forget to pull him along.

But Cheng Xu seemed to be frozen, not moving at all. Bian’er’s voice trembled as he reminded him, “Run!”

Cheng Xu finally seemed to come to his senses and started running with him. Bian’er didn’t know where he was running, behind him was the terrifying laughter of the ghost brides, and the narrow passage was filled with flickering green and red lights.

Finally, Bian’er saw a freestanding wardrobe.

Without thinking, he pulled open the door with trembling but swift hands, quickly pushing Cheng Xu inside, and then hiding inside himself.

As soon as he hid inside, Bian’er closed the door with trembling hands. His breath almost stopped. He heard the ghost brides constantly banging on the door, as if they could break in at any moment. Bian’er’s shoulders trembled, and tears were about to fall from his eyes.

A hand suddenly reached out and helped him hold the door that was about to be knocked open by the ghost bride.

Bian’er’s tense heart finally relaxed a bit.

The ghost bride continued to bang on the door for a while, as if she finally realized that these were two tough nuts to crack, she let out a sinister laugh and walked away.

But Bian’er didn’t dare to let his guard down. He held his breath and waited. After about three or four minutes, he couldn’t hear the ghost bride anymore. He slowed his breathing, swallowed, and asked in a very small voice, “Cheng Xu, did the ghost bride leave?”

After two or three seconds, Bian’er heard the junior’s voice, “Lian Jichuan.”

His eyelashes fluttered rapidly. Bian’er felt like he had been struck by the Sunflower Pointing Hand. What did he say? Lian what? Lian Jixue?

The paralysis lifted.

He said he was Lian Jichuan.

Lian Jichuan?

The person whose wrist he had grabbed, the person he had run with for his life, was Lian Jichuan?

Now, his shoulder was against his shoulder, they were hiding in a cramped wardrobe, the person breathing next to him was Lian Jichuan.

His brain went blank for a few seconds. Bian’er said awkwardly, “Sorry, Lian… Lian Jichuan, I thought you were Cheng Xu.”

Lian Jichuan didn’t comment.

Suddenly, Bian’er thought of “m” online. “m” was always quiet, very similar to Lian Jichuan. On the other hand, Jiang Yuan didn’t have that aloof and distant coldness he had online.

Today, he had been very talkative and outgoing throughout their time together.

But it made sense. He had exposed his interest in him from the beginning. If he was enthusiastic and friendly to all the girls who liked him and wanted to pursue him, wouldn’t he be a “middle air conditioner”?

Lian Jichuan’s voice interrupted Bian’er’s thoughts, “Aren’t you going to go out?”

Bian’er snapped out of his thoughts, took two deep breaths, and let go of the handle he was still holding tightly.

The wardrobe door was pushed open a tiny crack by Bian’er, who was tiptoeing. He really wanted to show his reliable side as a senior, but his eyes scanned the outside tentatively and retracted like they had been electrocuted.

He was a little embarrassed, but he still said in a small voice, “Lian Jichuan, can you check if there are any ghosts outside first?”

From the dim wardrobe, came the rustling sound of Lian Jichuan moving. After a while, Lian Jichuan said calmly, “No.”

Bian’er pushed the door open completely.

The two of them walked out of the wardrobe. The dim, flickering lights cast blood handprints on the mottled walls. The entire wall was covered with terrifying words written in blood, like “I’m not reconciled, you’re going to die soon.” Bian’er glanced at it nervously and quickly looked away, sticking close to the man walking in front of him, the only man he could rely on at this moment.

Another hour passed, and the seven of them walked out of the escape room completely.

Inside the escape room, there were flickering, creepy lights, terrifying music that played at random intervals, and ghost brides that popped out from nowhere. Everyone was nervous and walked on eggshells.

Back in human society, standing under normal, bright lights, surrounded by normal humans with all four limbs, Bian’er felt like he had come back to life.

Song Yongzhao leaned on Bian’er’s shoulder, exhausted.

Lu Jia’an clutched his waist nervously and said, “Damn, who was the one who saw a ghost and ran away, pulling my pants so tightly that you ripped my underwear?”

Song Yongzhao looked up at the light.

Sun Qi leaned against Lian Jichuan, like a big bird nestled against its nest. If Lian Jichuan hadn’t pushed his face away with his right hand, he would have been face-to-face with his Lian Ge. “Lian Ge, you’re still the most reliable. Damn, they were hiding in the wardrobe, and they made me block the door.”

The group grumbled for a while, not really angry. They calmed down and went to the hotpot restaurant on the first floor for dinner.

After scanning the code to order, Bian’er poured buckwheat tea provided by the hotpot restaurant into everyone’s teacups. Song Yongzhao picked up his phone and looked at it for a while. His eyes swept over the group, and he put down his phone and suddenly said, “I suddenly want to tell you something.”

Lu Jia’an, who was chatting with Jiang Yuan, looked up, “What is it?”

Song Yongzhao said, “Well, a friend of mine, he was playing online games and met a girl he fell in love with. A few days ago, they met in person, and he found out that the girl was a boy.”

Sun Qi exclaimed, “I thought that only happened online.”

Lu Jia’an said, “Isn’t there a saying, ‘Reality is often more explosive than drama.’ What happened next, Senior Song?”

Song Yongzhao said, “I was quite surprised. My friend is a real straight guy, but in the end, he ended up dating the boy. He said he liked the person, not the gender. You guys should give me some more samples. If you met a boy online, would you end up becoming gay?”

Sun Qi waved his hands like Erkang, “I definitely wouldn’t, I’m a straight guy!”

Lu Jia’an thought for a moment and said, “I remember a show in Japan where a boy’s online girlfriend told him she was a boy. The boy said, ‘I’ll try anything once, life is short, why not give it a try. I think if I really love him, gender isn’t that important.'”

“What about Junior Jiang Yuan?” Song Yongzhao asked again.

Jiang Yuan was about to say, “How could a straight guy become gay? Becoming gay can only mean that he wasn’t straight to begin with.”

Suddenly, he noticed Bian’er’s gaze looking at him. Under the cold light, his skin was white, his almond-shaped eyes were round, and his upper eyelids had thick eyelashes. Jiang Yuan’s thoughts wavered, and he said, “I don’t know, but if the feelings are deep, maybe you wouldn’t want to give up.”

Sun Qi saw that his two roommates had completely different answers from his own. He stretched his neck and said, “Lian Ge, what about you?”

Lian Jichuan’s straight index and middle fingers continued to tap the phone screen unconsciously. His face showed no hesitation, “No.”

“Damn, Lian Ge, I’m the straight guy of 303 with you.” Sun Qi said excitedly.

Bian’er held his buckwheat tea and sipped it slowly. Maybe because he had the impression that Jiang Yuan wasn’t as straight as a diamond, he wasn’t surprised by his answer. It even gave Bian’er a little hope. Yongzhao was right.

But Sun Qi and Lu Jia’an, Sun Qi was shorter and had a more delicate appearance, while Lu Jia’an seemed to have a more unshakeable straight vibe. It was unexpected that their answers were so different.

As for Lian Jichuan, Bian’er secretly glanced at his fingers tapping the screen. This answer was expected.

The school hunk was sitting here, and his radar was telling him clearly that he was straight, a straight guy who couldn’t be shaken.

Bian’er felt relieved in his heart, “Thankfully, I’m chasing after Jiang Yuan, not the cold and arrogant school hunk.”

After dinner, everyone returned to the dormitory. Because Bian’er had been with Jiang Yuan and the others all afternoon, he hadn’t sent a message to “m.” He wasn’t split personality to that extent.

Little Crab: [I went out to play with friends today, “m,” did you go out with friends?]

“m” replied very quickly today, [Hmm]

Little Crab: [What did you play?]

m: [Escape room]

Little Crab: [Was it interesting? Was it fun?]

m: [Besides being a bit too noisy, it was okay]

Little Crab: [Looking forward to playing with you in the future]

The most cowardly ones in Jiang Yuan’s dormitory should be Sun Qi and Lu Jia’an. It was just that they got separated halfway through today. He spent half the time with Lian Jichuan. Although the school hunk was a bit cold, he was still a good person, and he didn’t laugh at his cowardice.

m: [Are you a student at our school?]

Bian’er licked his lips, typing excitedly, [“m,” are you interested in me now?]

“m” didn’t reply.

Until bedtime, Bian’er sent him a “Goodnight” message. The next morning, he saw that the “Goodnight” message had been sent more than ten minutes ago, and the other party had replied with a “Goodnight” message.

He worked at the coffee shop on Sunday, which was too busy. He had too many classes on Monday and Tuesday, which were also too busy. Bian’er wasn’t very busy on Wednesday and Thursday. “m” said he was doing experiments and tests. It was good if he could reply with three or four messages a day.

Bian’er didn’t get discouraged. If you rewind time to ten days ago, he might not even get a single reply after sending thirty messages a day.

He didn’t plan on just lying in the dormitory on Friday afternoon. The junior was a hardcore otaku. Last week, he helped him set up a game with Jiang Yuan and the others. Bian’er admired those exquisite hands, so he agreed to one of the junior’s requests.

The junior was going to the anime convention this week, and Bian’er was going to go with him as a cosplayer.