Old Domain Bizarre

Chapter 46 Found
At lunchtime, Zhang Wenda walked alone in the empty corridor of the school, deliberately avoiding the people he occasionally encountered.

While he was still considering whether improving Huang He was to satisfy his desires or to make up for his regrets, he suddenly thought of a solution.

There's absolutely no need for me to think about these things, because there's one place where I can easily find all the answers: the library!
To be honest, the yellow core was actually given to me by the library. With this layer of protection, I feel much safer going to the library now than before.

Even though he knew the library was risky, he still had to go to the library again compared to the rule monster that followed him at all times.

With the idea of ​​finding the library in mind, Zhang Wenda walked around, stopping frequently, searching for the library's entrance.

Having done it once before, Zhang Wenda searched much faster this time. In just about 10 minutes, he saw the eerie door again on the opposite wall.

He was immediately delighted and walked over quickly, but when he got closer, he found that the door was different from before.

At this moment, the door became like a mirage, dreamlike and illusory. Zhang Wenda slowly reached out to touch it, but passed right through the door and touched the wall behind it.

Zhang Wenda was slightly taken aback by this scene. "I can't get in myself? Why?"

He couldn't help but recall what Teacher Ouyang had said before: "Adults can't see the library."

"I was an adult for only ten minutes, and that counts?!" Zhang Wenda stared in shock at the shaking door.

At 1 p.m. that day, Song Jianguo, who was lying dead in the treehouse, saw Zhang Wenda crawl in with a sour face.

"What's wrong with you?" Song Jianguo asked weakly.

"Don't even mention it." Zhang Wenda took a box of fried rice out of his bag and handed it to Song Jianguo. He had come here on purpose since he had nothing else to do, just in case this guy died in his den.

"I have no appetite." Song Jianguo clutched his stomach, curling his body into a shrimp-like shape.

"Eat it or not, it's up to you." Zhang Wenda placed the disposable white foam box next to her and continued rummaging through his schoolbag.

The aunt, who was cleaning the treehouse nearby, saw this and curiously leaned over, gently nudging Song Jianguo with her elbow. "Mimi? What's your relationship with this kid?"

“My enemy!” Song Jianguo said weakly, burying his head in the ground.

"Mimi?" Zhang Wenda chuckled twice after saying that.

I had just finished laughing when I felt a hostile gaze directed at me from the side.

"Listen up, kid. Only I can call Mimi, understand? You're not her relative," Auntie said, hands on her hips, her face full of threat.

Zhang Wenda didn't say anything, but simply reached into his bag and pulled out a jar of pre-prepared brown sugar water, handing it to his aunt.

What do you mean by "give it to me"?

"It's for pain relief. Here, have some. Give it a try, just in case it works. Life is about trying." Zhang Wenda handed it to Auntie again.

Auntie took it, unscrewed the cap, and carefully tasted two sips. "It's a bit bland."

"Really?" Zhang Wenda took out two ibuprofen painkiller capsules and threw them into the brown sugar water. "Try drinking it again."

Auntie tasted it again and nodded in satisfaction, "Hmm, that's much better now."

As she spoke, Auntie took out a delicate little teacup from her bag and began to sip ibuprofen mixed with brown sugar water as if it were afternoon tea. Watching her delicately pinch the teacup handle with her fingers, Zhang Wenda sat down on the ground and complained, "How come you even have teaware? I'm really impressed."

"What's wrong? Can't I live a more refined life?" Perhaps because Zhang Wenda brought her something, Auntie's attitude towards Zhang Wenda was noticeably better than in the morning.

"By the way, how did you and Mimi meet?" Auntie asked with great curiosity in her eyes.

Zhang Wenda brushed aside Song Jianguo's short hair, revealing the collar around his neck. "We met while he was a slave."

Afterwards, Zhang Wenda chatted casually with Song Jianguo's aunt. To be honest, Song Jianguo's aunt was much better-tempered than Song Jianguo. At least she was communicative in the absence of forceful threats.

Upon hearing the chewing sound, Zhang Wenda, who had been chatting idly, turned around and saw that Song Jianguo, who had just been lying there like a corpse, had gotten up and was eating fried rice. It seemed that it had worked.

Seeing that he had eaten too dry a meal, Auntie thoughtfully handed him the half-eaten brown sugar water. She turned to look at Zhang Wenda. "Don't worry, I'll keep an eye on things here. Mimi will be fine."

"Okay, I'm leaving now. I have class this afternoon." Zhang Wenda said, standing up and preparing to leave.

"Wait a minute." Song Jianguo's words made Zhang Wenda stop. "Why did you have such a sour face just now?"

"Isn't this the same old problem? Are you looking for ways to improve your strength? I was planning to go to the library, but I didn't expect they wouldn't let me go there. I'm speechless."

Song Jianguo chewed on his fried rice, tilted his head, and thought seriously for a moment. "I can't be of much help with this."

"I didn't expect your help. Just rest well and don't let it affect your work tomorrow." Zhang Wenda walked out and prepared to climb down the utility pole.

Just as he was about to land, he suddenly heard his aunt's voice coming from inside the treehouse. "You're asking me? I know where I can improve my strength."

"What?! You know?!"

When Zhang Wenda poked his head out of the hole in surprise, he saw Song Jianguo forcefully tapping his aunt's arm with chopsticks.

"She doesn't know, don't believe her, she's just talking nonsense."

Zhang Wenda, who had only asked casually, stopped and sat back down, looking at the two of them intently. "What's going on between you two?"

"I don't know, I was just making it up." Aunt blinked at Zhang Wenda.

Zhang Wenda turned his gaze to Song Jianguo. "Wow, I've brought you food and brown sugar water, haven't I treated you badly? You know I'm having trouble improving my strength right now, and you didn't even tell me?"

Seeing that he couldn't avoid it any longer, Song Jianguo angrily put down his lunchbox.

"Nothing in this world is all good! Everything comes at a price! If there were such a good place, would it be your turn? That place is dangerous!! Much more dangerous than any library!"

As she spoke, she angrily ripped off her sleeve, stretching out her arm covered in black tattoos in front of Zhang Wenda. "Do you want to become like that too?"

Zhang Wenda reached out and tugged at it, making sure it wasn't dirty because Song Jianguo hadn't washed his hands in a long time, before asking, "What is this thing?"

"This is a computer virus! I've got a computer virus! Do you want to get one too?"

(End of this chapter)