I heard that I’m super fierce - Chapter 2
Translator: NovelMultiverse | Editor: NovelMultiverse
The ghost girl’s voice was coarse like a broken motorboat, low and hoarse.
Fan Jingshu’s expression looked worried. “Teacher…is there really no problem?”
Lin You innocently blinked her eyes. “What?”
Wow, she was really great just now and praised herself a bit.
Before she deliberately turned the bookcase sideways to obstruct the situation, and the girl hadn’t seen it. She only asked skeptically, “I heard—“
“Calm down, calm down, nothing happened.”
Lin You turned back around and looked at the crack in the wall and bookshelf, that jammed “chicken foot” scratched for a little while, and finally scratched it loose a bit. However, she could still sense there was something else over there, but the hand rustled and withdrew. She was still filled with fear.
…As for that, she still wasn’t a demon.
Anyway, Lin You thought, this also meant that you shouldn’t run away when you meet a ghost. As long as this was correct, killing in self-defense wasn’t a dream.
It’s just too easy this time.
Acting like a victor, Lin You confidently leaned against the bookshelf, leaving the ghost girl at the back. She didn’t dare speak. There was no detectable movement behind her, and she thought for a bit, then finally remembered where she might have heard similar ghost stories.
The girl in the gap.
It is said that it’s a Japanese urban legend. If you feel like someone is peeping at you in your own room, it’s possible there is a ghost girl is in the cracks.
…It was just a pity that this copy wasn’t up to her expectations.
Lin You was disappointed and wanted more. She patted the bookcase—What about your dignity as a ghost?! You’re really weak!
She turned her head and saw Fan Jingshu looking at her with suspicion, immediately collected her hands, and pretended to look behind the bookcase.
“This is a large, empty crack,” Lin You answered with seriousness, “I’m was afraid it was unsteady and would fall down, so I moved it a bit.”
Saying this, for the sake of preventing a certain ghost from digging out, she dragged the table forward, to really block in the bookcase, and jammed that crack.
The girl in the gap: “…”
She had an MMP today, so she had to not only speak but shout!
Fan Jingshu thought the teacher was acting a bit strange tonight.
“Now what?” She saw her move the bookcase and looked around in the dark. Fan Jingshu was still nervous and her voice shook. “Teacher, did you find your phone yet?”
Right, the phone!
Lin You suddenly understood. From the start, she forgot what she wanted to do in this thriller episode. Before she left she would give a warning glare at the bookcase, and this angry look would make the stuck girl in the gap almost come alive.
The hatred of being let down does not count as hate. Lin You relaxed her hand, and calmly walked back to the bedside. There were no distractions this time, and under the command of Fan Jingshi, she quickly tore open the pillow and looked for her “own” phone.
The phone had been charging, and she dragged the cable to one side. Lin You saw the pitiful red battery symbol.
She made a prompt decision to shut off the phone to save power for later.
After weighing her options, she became aware that on the night of the first day, she had no choice but to do a few things. The girl she lived with didn’t dare speak about this, other people went back to their own bedrooms. It wouldn’t be right to just go over and inquire, so she should just wait and see how the night goes.
“I don’t think there will be electricity for a while,” Lin You suggested. “Should we go to sleep?”
Fan Jingshu climbed into bed and hearing what Lin You said nodded her head.
If this was reality, it wouldn’t be very scary. Lin You couldn’t possibly have anticipated that she would be sharing the room with a ghost girl tonight, but Box had its own mechanisms. Because the player was immersed in the character’s role, in consideration of the player’s mental and physical health, they shouldn’t spend more than eight hours in the realistic play. The player needed to adjust to the exchange ratio, so eventually, there’s a limit.
So the official setting is that except when there’s nighttime action or a certain plot point is triggered, the player will choose to enter sleep mode. This inconsequential time will immediately be skipped forward.
She was only unconscious for a few seconds, and when she opened her eyes again, it was already bright outside.
The power went out yesterday at midnight, and the two of them both slept in their clothes. Lin You saw the girl that she slept next to combing her hair in a fluster and wanted to yawn. “Should we go to the dining hall together?”
“No, I have some snacks in my bag. I want to start studying as soon as possible.” Fan Jingshu stuffed her homework into her bag while looking at her. “Teacher, if you want I could share some with you.”
Although they were only student and teacher in the game settings, Lin You could not accept food from her students. She shook her head, “You keep it.”
“Oh, right,” Lin You asked, “Do you remember who lived here before?”
She remembered Fan Jingshu had said when the student-teacher moved in, she had just changed dorms a few days after school began.
Generally, in horror movies, a haunted bedroom was a definite shame. If it wasn’t her or Fan Jingshu’s tempting fate, then it had to do with the people who lived here before.
Fan Jingshu froze.
“This room was empty for a long time. I didn’t know the people who lived here before, but I heard they were in the arts department.” She seemed like she thought of something. “Actually…”
“I heard students say that the art department was really weird, at 8 o’clock they lock the doors and won’t let anyone in.”
Lin You knew that was really strange.
From her understanding, this high school was built in the suburbs and had an all-day closed-off administration. Every day they self-studied past ten o’clock, and at eleven the doors were closed. Among these new students, there was no shortage of art students; compared to the other clubs, the activity rooms always had its doors open until ten, but the art department…
Yes, very strange.
Fan Jingshu went to class, and with two days of sick leave left, Lin You turned the place upside down, and spread out all the stuff she found on the bed—
Lesson plan, wallet, it looked like this student-teacher was quite poor, fucking useless.
The small flashlight the dorm mother gave her still had batter, but she didn’t know how much was left at the moment.
On her own phone, the battery symbol was still red. The electrical circuit still wasn’t fixed. If there was no power, she supposed it would shut off after one call.
OK, a bandage and gauze, that should be enough to stop a small cut from bleeding, but a big one…
Lin You sat on the bed, thinking and breathing deeply.
She only had these things. She should make do with this.
Fan Jingshu said the artist’s studio had problems. They couldn’t be any worse than what’s right in front of her eyes, where the next action determined the night. Lin You took the wallet and before going out, she didn’t forget to glance behind the bookcase.
It was absolutely empty.
She dawdled in the bedroom for a while, so she was late. The dining hall only had a few associate teachers and fake students. The teacher’s section was separate, and the food inside looked a little better than the students’. Lin You’s standards weren’t high, she just needed an appetizer, some porridge, and a place to sit.
She ate and drank until she had more energy. In Box, this was not fake. The player could see all the data in two columns: one for status, one for physical strength. A full stomach was good for physical strength but it made her recovery status go down.
Lin You cracked the egg on the edge of the table, and following a rustling noise, some people sat beside her.
“Good morning, Teacher Lin,” they said cordially, “How’s your illness?”
She glanced over the person, Lin You hurriedly acted humble. “Hello director, it’s just a small cold, not too serious. I’m worried it’s an inconvenience.”
“Young people just arrived at our school, certainly take care.”
“How do you like it here?” asked the headteacher with a friendly smile.
This trash school had power outages and ghosts, so not great.
Lin You said, “The students are obedient, the school environment is good. I can practice at this school, so I’m very happy.”
Life is like a play, it all relies on good acting.
“Well, I’m satisfied.” Everyone heard this conventional greeting, and Director Can laughed. “Teacher Lin’s been here a few days, you may have heard a few rumors—“
Lin You pretended to be curious. “Rumors?”
Seeing her blank reaction, Director Cao laughed. “Students like to spread chaos. It’s nothing, it’s a baseless old rumor. Teacher Lin, when you hear it, just treat it like background chatter.”
Lin You nodded, but in her head, she already understood a few things.
She should look for meaning beyond these words.
The school leaders were well aware of the not too good things that were going on in this school, and for some reason they suppressed it. These words chiseled away at her, but for what she saw last night and the name of this copy, she still believed he was evil.
And there was still something going on inside the studios in the art department.
The head teacher’s attitude was exhibited here, so her actions shouldn’t be too brazen.
Lin You didn’t want to ask about it again, and she took advantage of the daylight to walk around the campus a few times.
The power still wasn’t restored, and as she walked around she heard a few electricians scratching their heads at this baffling malfunction.
Today was not a normal day, and naturally, the students couldn’t study too late. It was late autumn, and it was getting dark early, so the emergency lights were only on until 7:30.
She left Fan Jingshu a note, and hid in a corner of the playground, watching people gradually clear from the classrooms. After a long time, the last person left the building, and she stealthily went in.
During the day, she could step in; this time, Lin You effortlessly searched for the art department. She raised her head to see the next door plate, and she pushed the door open and walked into the studio.
With her back against the door, she turned on the flashlight, and when she illuminated the scene in front of her eyes, she thought she heard some footsteps in a distant corridor. Lin You was startled and turned off the small flashlight. She turned her head and shrunk behind the still-life cabinet.
Light swept down from the top of her head, and the shadow of the plaster set up on top of the cabinet covered her.
Luckily, she still had time, otherwise, she wouldn’t have been able to get in.
Lin You let go of her breath and heard a security guard pacing outside. In the espionage-like tension, she started praying that he would forget to lock the door. She would run in a moment.
Then she heard the click.
She’ll open the window soon.
The security guard’s footsteps lingered outside, and he rattled the door to make sure it was secure. In the end, the thief has a guilty conscience. Lin You didn’t dare leave the atmosphere, and her heartbeat fast as lightning.
She strained to hear him walk away, and then she exhaled and turned on the flashlight. She felt it was a bit peculiar here.
Lin You slowly lifted her head.
In the clear light of her flashlight, a large, pale face came into view.
This almost made the flashlight fly out of Lin You’s hands. Her scalp went numb, and then she steadied herself. She was looking face-to-face at the plaster that was over her head.
This plaster bust was originally on the still-life table, and she remembered it was on the left side. Unfortunately, she didn’t know when it changed location. In the night the plaster looked very white, and the pupils that were lightly outlined against the white background appeared to always be looking at her.
It was very scary.
She didn’t move, and the bust didn’t move either.
An eternity went by.
Lin You was silent for a moment, looked displeased and extended her hand, and changed the plaster’s direction by its ear.
She just let go and saw the bust turn slowly towards her, its head and neck turning 180 degrees.
Lin You: “…”
How tough was this guy?
“Can’t we let each other go,” she said helplessly, “I’m charming, aren’t I?”
The plaster stared blankly as before. Lin You’s objection was unambiguous.
Opening the cupboard next to her, she picked it up and put it in, and closed it one swift motion.
The plaster: …
She got the cupboard key from the lock above her head. As she pulled the key down, she heard banging against the door.
“Seeing too much and knowing too much is going to get you killed. This is for your own good,” Lin You said without guilt.
…Who killed who!!
She looked around with her flashlight, in the studio were a few empty easels. There were no ghosts hidden behind the curtains, no more blinking statues. Aside from the slightly horrifying sound of the bust hitting the door, she was shaken, but this time there were no mishaps.
She bravely opened a few cabinets. After a bit Lin You disappointedly prepared to leave, but she suddenly caught sight of something white by the table leg.
She stooped down again.
The table leg was a hollow steel pole, and the hard rubber that had sealed it on the outside had long worn off. Lin You thought she would fumble about for a while. She finally pulled out a ball of paper.
She held the flashlight in one hand and with the other hand she opened up the crumpled paper.
On the top was “Yes” and “No,” and underneath was a row of letters and numbers which had clearly been sloppily outlined by circles a number of times.
She’d seen so many horror movies, Lin You immediately knew what it was.
“Could it be that…” she said quietly, “Somebody played bixian?”