Chapter 26: 22

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  Time seemed to be frozen. The entire basketball court was silent. Everyone's eyes were fixed on Yang Haoyu.

  The temperature suddenly rose a lot. Yang Haoyu's forehead and nose tip began to secrete small beads of sweat.

  Liu Xueyi used her autumn water-like eyes to gaze deeply at Yang Haoyu, like a small, nameless flower bud that suddenly bloomed magnificently, using up all its life's resources to release all its beauty.

  She was waiting for an answer, an answer that would be etched in her memory forever.

  Yang Haoyu was originally a very generous boy, but at this moment, he was at a loss and uneasy. He didn't dare to look into Liu Xueyi's eyes, her radiance made him feel ashamed. Even the most ordinary girl has her most beautiful moments, confidence and sincerity are the best cosmetics.

  The calm didn't last long, soon the onlookers around the basketball court started making a ruckus. Some clapped, some cheered, some whistled, and others shouted loudly: "Yang Haoyu, if you're a man, give us an explanation."

  Yang Haoyu was still hesitating, looking pitifully at Xian'er, as if wanting to get help from her.

  Xian'er couldn't bear it anymore, she almost jumped up, pointing at Liu Xueyi's nose and scolding: "Cheap woman! How can you be so shameless? Can't find a man? There are so many on the street, take off your clothes, and there will always be one who will be infatuated with you..."

  Xian'er scolded more and more harshly, the words behind her were not something that should come out of a well-educated female college student's mouth. Liu Xueyi didn't argue back, she just used her clear big eyes to gaze at Yang Haoyu as usual. In her eyes, everyone else disappeared, only Yang Haoyu was left, this white knight prince in her dreams.

  Fang Wan noticed that Yang Haoyu suddenly covered his head with both hands, as if in unbearable pain. On his skin, there were faint traces of blooming flowers. Not one, but tens of thousands of small flowers slowly bloomed.

  Fang Yuan was stunned, she rubbed her eyes, and the flowers on Yang Haoyu's skin disappeared. She looked around at the crowd in a daze, but no one showed any unusual expression. Could it be that everyone didn't see it? Or could it be that only she saw that strange scene just now? Or perhaps this was just her own illusion?

  What happened next was even more unbelievable. Yang Haoyu finally puffed out his chest, turned around to face Xian'er, and said coldly: "Enough! Shut up!"

  Xian'er's eyes widened as she stared blankly at the boy she deeply loved. He actually told her to shut up in front of everyone!

  Yang Hao Yu took a deep breath, then he said something that made Xian Er dizzy: "Let's break up."

  The temple of love in her heart collapsed instantly. As if the sky was falling and the earth was spinning, she could hardly stand still.

  "What did you say?" Xian'er seemed as if she didn't dare to believe it, staring blankly at Yang Haoyu, "What did you just say?"

  Yang Haoyu replied wearily: "I'll repeat it again, let's break up. It's over between us."

  Xian'er gazed at Yang Haoyu with a distant look, then glanced at Liu Xueyi, and a faint smile began to emerge from her mouth. The smile gradually grew louder, and in an instant, it turned into a sharp, manic laughter.

  "Yang Haoyu, you're crazy! You don't want me, that's fine, I won't blame you! But how could you possibly want this cheap woman?! Open your dog eyes and take a good look, what does she have going for her? No talent, no looks, not even a garbage collector would want her, and yet you're fighting like a dog to get her!"

  Yang Haoyu did not refute it, he just walked to Liu Xueyi's side and held Liu Xueyi's hand.

  Xian'er stopped scolding, her heart shattered into pieces. She lost love, but she still maintained her dignity, pushing away the onlooking students and leaving with her head held high.

  Her back figure is so lonely and haggard. Behind her stubborn back, there is a crying soul.

  Fang Wan quietly slipped out of the crowd and returned to the 441 girls' dormitory. Su Ya, Qin Xue Man, and Ling Yan Yu were not there, probably gone for breakfast.

  I'm sweating all over after morning exercise, now it's dry and sticky on my skin, feeling very uncomfortable. Fang Yuan returned to the dormitory to fetch towels, water, soap, underwear and other items, preparing to go to the school's public bathhouse for a shower.

  Fang Yuan likes to take cold showers in winter and hot showers in summer, which can better exercise her skin and body. Like the vast majority of university dormitories, there is only a bathroom but no hot water supply in the 441 female dormitory. So, if you want to take a hot shower, you can only go to the school's public bathhouse.

  It's now midsummer and early morning, a time when few people would choose to go to the public bathhouse for a bath. When Fang Yuan walked into the bathhouse, the bathhouse administrator, Lü Auntie, was still muttering to herself, saying that nowadays girls are really strange, one by one coming to take baths at such an early hour.

  The bathhouse was a building from the 1970s, very dilapidated. The windows were tightly closed, and the pale blue light cast unpleasant shadows on the red bricks. Under some wooden eaves, spiders brazenly spun transparent webs, and occasionally flying insects crashed into them, struggling under the spider's venom. Due to the lack of air circulation, it felt like an oven inside, and from time to time, strange sounds could be heard, as if bats were flapping their wings in flight.

  Such a public bathhouse, when there is no one, gives people a gloomy feeling. Fang Yuan didn't think so much, her old house was more dilapidated and dirtier than the bathhouse. She chose a lotus-shaped showerhead in the middle area of the bathhouse and adjusted the water temperature. Like most girls, Fang Yuan washed her hair first. She used warm water to soak her hair, rinsed off the surface dirt, applied shampoo, and gently massaged it.

  Suddenly, a woman's sobbing voice came from the bathroom. The voice was very small, but it was very sad and intermittent in the steam of the bathroom. Fang Yuan was stunned. She had also heard before that there were unclean things in the bathroom, and a red-clothed girl had hanged herself here at midnight. No one knew why she committed suicide, nor did they know how she sneaked in. Later, some girls said that when washing, they often saw a red-clothed girl, sometimes singing while washing, sometimes crying while washing. Occasionally, she would also forget to bring bath water, lotion, soap and other things, and borrow from the girls around her. At this time, you must not lend it to her, otherwise, she will take the opportunity to sneak into your body, control your soul, and become the legendary "ghost on the body".

  Of course, Fang Yuan didn't believe all this. But at this moment, in the quiet and empty bathroom, she suddenly heard a woman's crying voice, which made her nervous. The bathroom seemed like a huge closed coffin, with rows of lotus-shaped faucets making her think of hooks on a slaughterhouse. There, all animal corpses were hung on iron hooks, transported to fixed cutting boards, dismembered and packaged.

  Since she was a child, Fang Yuan had been afraid of entering the slaughterhouse. She would often think that if it were human corpses hanging from the hooks instead of pigs and sheep, what should be done? At that time, she frequently had nightmares, dreaming that she herself was hung on the hooks in the slaughterhouse, waiting for the butcher's knife to dismember her. Even more, she could hear her own painful moans when being dismembered by the sharp butcher's knife.

  According to some scientists' analysis, the universe is parallel, and there are many different universes in the world, each with a same "me". Perhaps, in other unknown universes, humans become domesticated objects of other high-intelligence beings, collectively slaughtered like pigs and sheep.

  Fang Yuan didn't know why she had these terrifying thoughts. Frozen corpses, bloody butcher knives, brutal butchers and sheep waiting to be slaughtered - this was Fang Yuan's impression of the slaughterhouse. For many years, she had been driving this image out of her mind, trying to make herself forget, but unexpectedly, after all these years, it resurfaced in this public bathhouse.