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At A University.
Ji Heng lay in his dorm, unable to sleep, nervously staring at the ceiling.
The big shot said he would have a bloody disaster. He was very careful on his way back to school and went straight to bed after entering the dorm.
Ji Heng clutched the peace talisman and relaxed a little.
He had ten peace talismans: two in his pocket, two stuffed in his underwear, two hanging around his neck, two stuck to the bed curtains, one on his forehead, and one in his hand.
As the night deepened, he couldn’t hold out and fell asleep.
“Ji Heng, Ji Heng, wake up, it’s 7:50!!”
Ji Heng opened his eyes and saw his roommate beside him, finally waking up.
“Holy crap! No good, I’m going to be late!”
Wen Chengzhou was holding two backpacks, “Ji Heng, hurry up, I’ve prepared the books you need for this morning.”
“Thanks.”
Ji Heng put on a shirt, quickly washed his face, and pulled Wen Chengzhou out of the dorm building.
“Hurry, hurry, hurry, the 8 a.m. class takes attendance. If the teacher knows we’re late, we’ll lose at least three points.”
The two rushed to the teaching building, arriving at the classroom just in time.
When they arrived, only the first three rows had empty seats, the rest were full.
Ji Heng sat in the front row, feeling hopeless.
He was a slacker and sat right under the teacher’s eyes, constantly worried about being asked a question.
Ji Heng wiped his face, “Wen Chengzhou, I’m sorry, I got you into this.”
Wen Chengzhou shook his head, “I’m used to sitting in the first row.”
Ji Heng patted his shoulder, “I almost forgot, you’re a top student.”
Wen Chengzhou was not only the class monitor but also the student union president. His grades were always number one in history, completely unlike Ji Heng, who was just getting by.
With him around, Ji Heng didn’t have to worry about being asked questions he couldn’t answer.
Ji Heng rubbed his stomach, “So hungry, oh my god, why are there four classes this morning?”
Wen Chengzhou took out a bottle of milk and a bag of bread from his bag, “Ji Heng, eat something to fill your stomach.”
Ji Heng’s eyes lit up at the sight of food, “Wen Chengzhou, you’re my savior. I’ll treat you to lunch.”
Wen Chengzhou smiled, “Okay.”
Finally, after a day of classes, Ji Heng was revived, “Freedom! Double-ranking tonight?”
Wen Chengzhou pushed his glasses, “Ji Heng, don’t forget we have a club activity for the Paranormal Society.”
“Oh, right.” Ji Heng patted his head.
The university had many clubs. He joined the Paranormal Society because it seemed interesting and Wen Chengzhou was the president.
After dinner, the two went to the Paranormal Society.
Many people were gathered together, muttering something, holding a pen and doing something.
Ji Heng glanced a few times, “Four people in a circle, what are they doing?”
Zhang Zhitau waved, “You two are here. We’re playing the pen pal game tonight.”
Wen Chengzhou readily agreed, “Okay, sounds interesting.”
Ji Heng remembered the day of the soul detachment and shook his head vigorously, “No, don’t play weird games. If you encounter a ghost, you’re done for.”
“Heh! Young Master Ji, you’re so fragile; why come to school? Wouldn’t it be better to stay at home with a hundred or eighty bodyguards?”
Ji Heng rolled his eyes, “Zhou Junjie, you have no right to interfere in my affairs.”
Zhou Junjie looked down his nose, “Oh my, Young Master is angry. I’m just kindly reminding you, lest you fall or bump into something, and your mother cries her heart out.”
Ji Heng couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed his collar, “Zhou Junjie, are you crazy? Do you think I won’t beat you up?”
Zhou Junjie had always been at odds with him, always sarcastically mocking him whenever they met.
If it weren’t for Zhou Junjie’s father donating several buildings to the school, he wouldn’t be in A University.
Ji Heng raised his fist, and Wen Chengzhou quickly stopped him, “We are both classmates and roommates; don’t fight or use violence.”
Ji Heng and Zhou Junjie were both unconvinced and refused to let go of each other.
Wen Chengzhou sighed helplessly, “Ji Heng, give me some face.”
Ji Heng pushed Zhou Junjie away, “For your sake, I’m letting this idiot off today.”
Seeing this, Zhang Zhitau quickly changed the subject, “Alright, alright, the Paranormal Society is finally having a club activity, let’s play a game.”
Zhou Junjie was the first to raise his hand, “I’m in. Unlike some cowards who just cry in the back.”
Ji Heng’s anger soared, “I’m in too.”
Zhou Junjie glanced at him provocatively, “Dare to play at midnight?”
“You’re sick!”
Ji Heng remembered Lin Xi’s words and pulled Wen Chengzhou away, “Being with some psychopath, the air is toxic.”
Wen Chengzhou said, “Wait, Ji Heng, I’m the president; I can’t leave. If you want to go back and rest, go ahead.”
Ji Heng stopped.
Wen Chengzhou was his best friend at A University; he couldn’t let his friend down.
Zhou Junjie was a fool. If, because of him, Wen Chengzhou got into danger, that wouldn’t be good.
Ji Heng returned, “Let’s play, who’s afraid of who!”
Zhou Junjie sarcastically said, “Some people will wet their pants later, don’t cry, okay.”
Seeing that they were about to fight again, Zhang Zhitau quickly mediated, “Come, come, let’s play the game.”
They turned off the lights, lit four candles, and spread a piece of white paper on the table.
Two words were written on the white paper: Yes, No.
The four of them formed a circle, their hands intertwined, gently holding a pen.
Wen Chengzhou slowly said, “Past life follows past life, present life meets present life, pen fairy, pen fairy, if you want to continue our fate, please draw a circle on the paper.”
The pen, perpendicular to the table, moved and slowly drew a neat circle on the paper.
Zhou Junjie was overjoyed, “The pen fairy, the pen fairy really came.”
Ji Heng had a bad feeling. A strange force was pulling his hand, as if something was standing behind him staring at him.
He wanted to let go of the pen, but he couldn’t muster the strength. Cold sweat soaked his back.
It’s over! He really summoned a ghost!
Zhang Zhitau urged, “Everyone, quickly ask the pen fairy a question.”
He was the first to speak, “Pen fairy, pen fairy, will my confession be successful?”
The pen tip moved to the word “No” and quickly drew a circle.
“Hahahaha…” Zhou Junjie unceremoniously mocked, “Zhang Zhitau, your confession won’t be successful, give up.”
Zhang Zhitau lowered his head and said nothing.
Wen Chengzhou said, “Zhou Junjie, say less.”
Zhou Junjie snorted, “My turn.”
“Pen fairy, pen fairy, will I become a billionaire?”
The pen tip, without hesitation, drew a circle on the word “No.”
Zhou Junjie’s face turned green.
If it weren’t for the inappropriate setting, Ji Heng would definitely have mocked him mercilessly.
Next, Wen Chengzhou.
He stared at the two words on the paper, “Pen fairy, pen fairy, will I always be number one?”
The pen tip slowly moved and drew a circle on the word “Yes.”
Wen Chengzhou’s eyes flickered, a slight smile playing on his lips, “Ji Heng, it’s your turn.”
Ji Heng just wanted to end this broken game quickly and casually asked a question, “Will I pass my English exam?”
The pen tip trembled incessantly, finally drawing a circle on the word “No.”
The four of them finished their questions, and Ji Heng quickly said, “Pen fairy, we’re done asking. Goodbye.”
The pen stopped moving on the table, the temperature around them dropped significantly, a chilling aura penetrated their pores, and everyone shivered.
Zhang Zhitau was sweating profusely, “Pen fairy, pen fairy, please leave, please leave. Today’s game is over.”
The pen still didn’t move, looking like a man-eating monster under the dim candlelight.
Zhou Junjie panicked, “Pen fairy, pen fairy, please leave.”
A non-male, non-female voice echoed, “The game isn’t over.”
“Who? Who’s talking?”
Zhou Junjie was about to wet his pants.
He saw a face among the four.