A resume falls out of the [link], displaying an unfamiliar name and photo.jpg.

Cang Qingsen?

Who is that!

Feng Yuhuai is full of questions. She initially thought the [link] would hide something terrifying, but this?

Feng Yuhuai repeatedly reviewed the content in the [link] several times and, after confirming there was nothing left out, exited the link and sent a text message, gritting her teeth.

——???

.....

Meanwhile, on the other end, a bright red location point flashes on the virtual map of the computer screen software interface, accurately marked at the female dormitory building of the Eighth Academy.

Feng Mu's expression remains calm, thinking to himself: "The shackles have been quietly fastened, how far away is attaching the dog collar?"

He slowly gives a thumbs-up to Senior Brother Five and then continues typing a reply on the keyboard.

....

——The rules of the game are simple, Ms. [Mask]. As long as you kill this person within the countdown, you win the game.

——As a reward, I allow you to continue hiding behind the [Mask].

Feng Yuhuai fiercely taps the phone screen: And what about you? If I win, what do you pay?

Feng Yuhuai clearly feels this game lacks fairness.

——What I pay is that I do nothing.

Feng Yuhuai is about to explode with anger. At least the Puppet Mother pretends to be fair, but this person is openly demanding without giving anything!

Listen, what does "what I pay is I do nothing" mean? Can a person actually say this?

Feng Yuhuai madly taps the screen: Your game lacks basic fairness, I won't participate.

——Ms. [Mask], your definition of fairness seems too narrow.

——You need to understand, in some cases, keeping someone inactive actually requires a more expensive price than letting them act. My 'doing nothing' is the maximum fairness I can provide you.

Feng Yuhuai bites her lip hard, takes two deep breaths, trying to negotiate further: You're not doing nothing, you don't even have evidence to identify me.

The text message reply falls silent for a moment.

Just when Feng Yuhuai thought she had gained a point and felt a slight relief, the final ultimatum came, still with no content of self-proof, and the words were calm and composed.

——Ms. [Mask], you are very smart, therefore, I sincerely hope you maintain your beliefs without taking any action.

——Just, I kindly remind you, the game has already begun and it won't be paused.

——Hope you have a good dream tonight, good night~

——Smiley face.jpg!

No hysterical frenzy, no trace of anger, nor any lying or threatening.

Just an indescribable carefree feeling like a tender greeting between old friends at dusk, filled with concern and calm.

This attitude leaves Feng Yuhuai at a loss, unable to capture any flaws to refute, making her teeth itch with anger yet helpless.

A rational voice whispers in her ear, warning her not to fear, not to easily trust, but the shadows deep within her heart surge quietly like the tide, growing heavier and darker, until her eyes seem to be veiled by the thick black mist.

Feng Yuhuai's face shifts between a range of expressions, finally typing a few lines of text message on her phone, but all go unanswered, like stones sinking into the sea.

Just like the "good night" in the text message, the old friend has gone to sleep, yet when Feng Yuhuai looked at the time ticking away on her phone, she felt this long night was unbearably prolonged.

Sleep?

No way, how could you possibly sleep!

Feng Yuhuai froze for a few seconds, then slowly stood up from the toilet, her legs tingling from being stationary for too long. She splashed cold water on her face, trying to wake up.

Then, she left the bathroom, retreating to her cold bed.

The roommates in the dorm were all asleep, each lost in their dreams, only she was tasting the fear of the night.

Loneliness!

At that moment, Feng Yuhuai felt as if she had been abandoned by the whole world, loneliness drowning her soul like an unyielding tide.

She buried her head deeply into the blankets, tears silently slipping down, yet even at such a moment, her fingers involuntarily moved to her phone, looking at that [link], as if studying a lover's photo, imprinting Cang Qingsen's features deep into her mind.

Suddenly, the phone buzzed with a vibration, sending a shiver through Feng Yuhuai's heart.

She seemed to understand why people with social anxiety fear answering calls; she was feeling the same inexplicable fear toward the stranger's messages now.

Feng Yuhuai's eyes paused on the sender's name for a moment, a brand new unfamiliar number, entirely different from the previous one.

Her fingers trembled slightly, eyes filled with tears, as she slowly opened the message.

——You haven't contacted me for days, did something happen? Don't be afraid, no matter what difficulty you encounter, I will stand up for you and solve it.

The content of the message instantly froze Feng Yuhuai; the tears in her eyes seemed to freeze.

Feng Yuhuai was thoroughly exasperated inside: "Who is this, just another strange number?"

Feng Yuhuai's fingers trembled as she replied: "Who are you?"

Her phone screen vibrates again, a new message appearing:

——Baby, it's your Hang bro, what's wrong? Are you still mad at me? Rest assured, I only have you in my heart. I will come to see you soon.

Feng Yuhuai's expression turned rigid as stone. She searched her memory repeatedly, yet couldn't associate the name "Hang bro" with any figure in her mind.

And calling her baby?

The feeling of loneliness was overwhelmed by intense disgust, so strong that a murderous desire to vent surged in her eyes.

Fortunately, she didn't reply, and no additional message came.

"Sent to the wrong person?" Feng Yuhuai speculated internally.

She increasingly felt that she was going through a streak of bad luck recently, becoming more irritated, and decisively deleted Hang bro's message.

....

On the other side.

Senior Brother Gong Qi glanced skeptically at Feng Mu fiddling with the phone. In his impression, the Junior Brother didn't use this model.

Curiosity got the better of him, and he asked: "Junior Brother, you got another phone here?"

After sending the message, Feng Mu swiftly powered off and removed the SIM card, then candidly replied to Gong Qi: "No, it's just a life-and-death friend accidentally left his phone at my place. I'm just temporarily keeping it, planning to find an opportunity to return it."

Gong Qi made a thoughtful "Oh," and his doubts dissipated.

He could almost feel certain that every word the Junior Brother said was sincere, much like those exchanges he had with his sister, every line being heartfelt.

"Junior Brother is really an intriguing person!" A peculiar sense of excitement bubbled in Gong Qi's heart; his curiosity and interest in this Junior Brother grew even stronger.

He smiled and said to Feng Mu: "Junior Brother, if you ever need any help in the future, make sure to come to Senior Brother Five. No matter the size of the matter, as long as I can manage it, I will never refuse."

Feng Mu readily agreed, as if seeing a string of [Favorability +1+1+1…..] above the senior's head.

He grinned: "Then I'd ask Senior Brother to put a shackle on Cang Qingsen too."

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