Chapter 27 Verse 23

  23、

  Fang Yuexin hastily washed her hair and followed the sound of crying, tiptoeing to the end of the bathroom.

  In the corner, under a lotus flower-shaped faucet, a *** 'girl' crouched on the ground, with her head down, long hair covering her face, sobbing. There was no steam, and what flowed out from under the lotus flower-shaped faucet was cold water, which poured recklessly onto the 'girl's' head.

  Fang Wan slowly squatted down and softly asked: "What's wrong with you?"

  The woman suddenly looked up with a start, and a haggard face appeared before Fang Yuan.

  Fang Wei was shocked, this "girl" student, turned out to be Yang Haoyu's ex-girlfriend Xian'er.

  Xian'er suddenly stood up, staring at Fang Yuan with eyes full of hatred: "Get out!"

  Fangjuan stood up and softly asked: "Are you okay?"

  Xian'er pushed Fang Yuan heavily and shouted: "What's it to you whether I'm okay or not? Don't pretend to be kind! I won't let you laugh at me!"

  Fang Yuan bumped into the wall, and her back was a bit sore from the protruding stone. She didn't get angry, but instead spoke in an even calmer tone: "Don't think too much about it, I'm just worried about you. As long as you're fine, I'll be at ease."

  Xian'er coldly let out a "humph", her eyes flickering as she stared at Fang Yuan for half the day, but ultimately didn't throw another tantrum. Instead, she increased the water flow from the showerhead and sprayed it wildly over her body.

  Fang Wan shook her head and returned to the original place, continuing to take a bath. During the bathing process, her mind was restless and uneasy, as if there were a pair of eyes peeking at her body from a dark corner.

  Fangjuan looked around, but didn't find anything unusual. However, that feeling of being watched grew stronger, as if a slippery little snake had silently crawled up her neck, cool and eerie, making her feel particularly nauseous.

  The window was closed, and in the bathroom, apart from her and Xian'er, no one else could be seen. Despite this, Fang Yuan still quickened her bathing pace.

  Fifteen minutes later, Fang Yuan walked out of the bathhouse. The bathhouse administrator, Auntie Lü, was quite impressed with Fang Yuan's bathing efficiency: "Nowadays, 'female' students are really not like they used to be - as soon as they enter, it's always at least half a day. It's rare to see someone who can bathe so quickly like you."

  Fang Wei smiled wryly, couldn't she hurry up and finish washing? The feeling of being peeped at made her tremble with fear. It was said that not long ago, a 'female' student was photographed by another 'female' student while taking a bath, and the photos were copied onto the internet, with predictable consequences. She didn't want to become an object of lust for many boys in front of their computers like that 'female' student.

  "Huh? That girl went in earlier than you, why hasn't she come out yet?" Aunt Lu asked Fangyuan with dissatisfaction.

  "Still washing."

  "She won't be washing clothes in there, will she?"

  The bathhouse administrator is a thankless job, having to satisfy the students while also satisfying the school's management. Especially with female students, as soon as they enter the bathhouse, they won't come out for at least an hour or two, and some even wash their clothes inside. The school management wants to cut costs on water and heating fees but doesn't want to "force" the students, so they can only pressure the bathhouse administrators to strengthen supervision and management. The previous administrator, Auntie Xu, was too soft-spoken and was fired because the bathhouse expenses were too high.

  Lü Auntie was the school administration's expected candidate. As soon as she took office, she lit three fires, strictly regulating the opening hours of the bathhouse, recording the entry and exit times of each female student, and charging for bathing fees according to time. One winter evening, two female students were washing late and hadn't finished by 9:30. Lü Auntie didn't say a word, directly cutting off the water and electricity, almost freezing and scaring those two female students to death. Another time, there were too many people washing, with many queuing outside, but few female students coming out from inside. Lü Auntie didn't say a word, directly rushing into the bathhouse and pulling out several female students who had been soaking in hot water for a long time. After these two incidents, Lü Auntie's reputation among the female students was greatly enhanced, with countless letters of complaint sent to the school leadership, but she remained unmoved, as stable as Mount Tai.

  "No, she's not feeling well and is washing slowly." Fang Yuan told a white lie.

  Aunt Lü didn't say anything else. It was off-season and she couldn't be bothered to investigate further.

  Fang Wan originally wanted to return to her dormitory, but after thinking about it, she was still worried about Xian'er. She decided to sit next to Lü Auntie and wait for her to come out. Lü Auntie rarely had someone to accompany her, so she chattered on and on while holding onto Fang Wan.

  About half an hour later, Xian'er finally came out. Her face and neck were all red and swollen, apparently scrubbed too hard, like a monkey that had been scalded.

  Fang Yuan walked forward: "Are you feeling better now?"

  This time, Xian'er's attitude was much better, and she nodded. Then, she went to settle the bathing fee with Aunt Lü.

  It's already nine o'clock, the sun is high in the sky, and the heat in the air makes people feel irritable. Xian'er walks on the campus path, her footsteps a bit floating. Maybe it's because she took too long to bathe, or maybe it's because of her heavy heart, but her body looks very weak, as if a gust of wind could blow her down. When she walked to the edge of Moon Lake, she was tripped by a protruding rock and fell to the ground with a shake.

  Fang Yu hurriedly rushed up and wanted to help Xian'er up. When her hand came into contact with Xian'er's body, the tips of her fingers felt a burning sensation.

  Fang Yu was stunned and anxiously asked: "Xian Er, are you having a fever?"

  Xian'er's body was abnormally hot, as if she were a piece of charcoal. She didn't respond to Fangyuan, her eyes vacant and empty, slowly standing up and moving forward in a daze.

  A burst of stifled giggles stimulated Fang Yuan's eardrums. She turned around to see a little girl in a black dress standing under the shade of a tree, beckoning her over.

  The little girl looked like she was six or seven years old, wearing a sun hat and having long hair that fell to her shoulders. Her eyebrows were clear and her eyes were bright, with skin as white as snow. At first glance, she seemed lovely, but upon closer inspection, there was an inexplicable chill that made one's heart feel uneasy.

  On the little girl's body, you can't see the innocence and naivety that a child of her age should have. On the contrary, the little girl's eyes reveal an old-fashioned and cold gaze that is not suitable for her age, like the eyes of a vulture hovering over a corpse. Her hands are wearing a pair of black gloves, and her feet are wearing a pair of black cloth shoes. From head to toe, except for her face, there is no exposed skin.

  Fang Yuan looked around and pointed at her own nose, asking the little girl: "Are you calling me?"

  Little girl shows a charming smile: "Sister, come quickly, I have something to tell you!"

  Fang Yuan walked forward with a smile and said: "What do you want to say to sister?"

  The little girl whispered mysteriously: "I'll tell you a secret, don't tell anyone else."

  "Good." Fang Yuan readily agreed. Since she was young, she had liked little kids. She stubbornly believed that a person's childhood determined their lifelong 'character' and fate, giving little kids some love was like adding a bright color to their future.

  The little girl stretched out her hand, pointed at Xian'er, and said word by word: "She is going to die."

  "Don't talk nonsense! Little girl, you can't speak recklessly!" Fang Yuan scolded the little girl with a straight face.

  The little girl ignored her and maintained that posture, pointing at Xian'er with her finger, a sly smile floating at the corner of her mouth.

  Fang Yuan looked into the little girl's eyes and shivered. The little girl's eyes were very distant, her face calm, as if she was talking about a trivial matter.

  Then, Fang Yuan saw a terrifying thing that she could hardly forget for her whole life.

  Xian'er was still walking on the campus path. On her body, a faint blue mist suddenly emerged, as if it had life and was drifting with the wind. No, not mist, but more like flames! The blue fire started from light to heavy, from small to large, and quickly spread all over Xian'er's body. However, Xian'er didn't seem to notice, still walking slowly and calmly. It wasn't until she heard the terrified screams beside her that she reacted. At this time, the blue flames suddenly rose up, completely enveloping Xian'er's body. The Xian'er in the fire did not run around screaming like in a movie, but instead suddenly shrunk down, as if something had been sucked out of her bones, and fell to the ground, letting the blue flames burn more and more fiercely.