"No need to thank, it was on the way."
Lu Yi placed the thermos bottle in the corner of the wall, then glanced at the little flags planted around and the patterns drawn: "Brother Genius, what are you doing?"
"There's a ghost in the dormitory."
"Ah! I still have things to do, I'm going back to prepare lessons."
Lu Yi immediately took another thermos bottle and ran out of the dormitory, closing the door behind him.
Actually, his reaction was the normal response of a normal person to creepy incidents; the previous behavior of Tan Wenbin was the exception.
After washing up with a basin at the washstand, Li Zhiyuan returned to the dormitory, flipped the mirror back to face the door of the bedroom, and then went to bed, ready to sleep.
Before falling asleep, the fragmented static images he attempted to control Qiu Minmin with last night began to reemerge in his mind, entirely unintelligible.
