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Sharing a bed with her good friend Chen Yao, Tang An'an felt a bit more at ease.
In a daze, she slept until the early hours of the morning when she suddenly felt a pressing need to use the bathroom. She threw on some clothes and quietly got out of bed.
As she turned around, she was startled to see Lu Ziqi sitting up in bed in an odd position, staring at her with hollow, cold eyes.
"I..." Tang An'an gasped in fright, instinctively shrinking back.
However, Lu Ziqi remained motionless, like a statue.
Gathering her courage, Tang An'an slowly approached and gently pushed Lu Ziqi. To her shock, Lu Ziqi tilted and fell back onto the bed, a pungent smell of burnt flesh wafting through the air.
Bathed in the moonlight streaming through the window, Tang An'an's heart raced as she saw Lu Ziqi lying askew on the bed. Her eyes were wide open in sheer terror, her mouth charred black, and her hands were tightly gripping her neck, sharp nails embedded deep into her skin, blood seeping out...
"Ah—" Tang An'an could no longer hold back and let out a terrified scream as she turned and rushed to switch on the overhead light.
Instantly, bright light flooded the dormitory, waking her roommates from their slumber. They sat up groggily and asked, "What's going on? Why are you making such a fuss?"
"Lu Ziqi... she's dead..." Tang An'an trembled, her voice cracking as she struggled to form complete sentences.
"You’re the one who’s dead," Lu Ziqi sneered as she sat up from the bed and leisurely walked over to Tang An'an, looking down at her with disdain.
Tang An'an's eyes reddened in fear; tears brimmed in her eyes as she felt on the verge of crying. This time, however, Lu Ziqi did not strike her but merely nodded slightly before turning back to her own bed.
At that moment, the electric bell in the corridor rang "ding ding," breaking the tense atmosphere in the dormitory. Everyone groggily crawled out of bed and headed to the bathroom to wash up.
"Chen Yao, I..." Tang An'an looked at Chen Yao with lingering fear.
"It's okay, you had a nightmare," Chen Yao gently patted her shoulder and comforted her softly, "Don't be afraid, I'll always be here with you."
Tang An'an rubbed her aching temples and shook her head helplessly, joining everyone for morning exercises.
Even by evening, Tang An'an was still haunted by what had happened that morning.
She could hardly believe she had just imagined it, yet there was Lu Ziqi, sitting quietly in the last row of the classroom, reviewing her notes as if nothing had happened.
Tang An'an was filled with astonishment as she secretly observed Lu Ziqi.
Lu Ziqi was notorious at school for being a troublemaker—fighting, skipping classes, partying, and drinking; she did it all.
In all the years of knowing her, Tang An'an had never seen her so focused on studying. It was truly unusual.
In the back row, Zhu Mingxuan lightly poked Tang An'an's back with his pen and passed her a note that read: "Wait for me after class."
Tang An'an turned her head and instinctively glanced at Lu Ziqi in the back row, only to meet Lu Ziqi's gaze.
Seeing Tang An'an's panicked expression, Lu Ziqi merely smirked disdainfully. There was a hint of mockery in her smile before she lowered her head to continue reading, leaving others to wonder whether she was dismissive of their actions or if this was just a brief calm before a storm.
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