Peninsula: I'm being supported by a top idol.

Cui Shi'an secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Although Tian Ming, that unreliable guy, talks a lot of nonsense, he is still a top student in the department and his observation skills are not bad.

It seems that in the eyes of ordinary people, he did not appear to have turned into a monster with a blue face and fangs.

Nevertheless, the word "evil spirit" stuck in his heart like a thorn.

The young girl's warning was still ringing in his ears; he dared not risk his second life.

Knowing he had a required class in the morning, Cui Shi'an quickly prepared to leave.

He rummaged through drawers and found a black baseball cap that had been hidden away.

They also requisitioned Tian Ming's sunglasses, which he used to look cool.

Seeing the blazing sunlight outside the window, he abandoned his cool T-shirt and shorts and put on a non-breathable long-sleeved sweatshirt and a pair of casual trousers, covering his entire body completely.

Finally, he even found a dark, long-handled umbrella behind the door.

"Are you crazy?" Tian Ming looked at his bizarre attire, almost spitting out the bread in his mouth.

"It's over 30 degrees Celsius outside? Are you dressed like that to film 'Train to Busan'?"

"Shut up, what do you know?" Cui Shi'an retorted irritably.

Although the young messenger did not explicitly state whether it was permissible to expose oneself to direct sunlight, what if it were?

After all, almost all the evil spirits in movies are afraid of sunlight.

The two arrived at the dormitory entrance side by side. When they saw a fellow alumnus passing by curiously eyeing Cui Shi'an, Tian Ming actually distanced himself from him a few steps with a hint of disdain.

"Um...don't get me wrong, I don't know him!"

Cui Shi'an didn't care about those stares; his own life was the most important thing right now.

He took a deep breath, opened his umbrella, and resolutely stepped into the summer heat.

Clearly, on the way from the dormitory to the teaching area, he undoubtedly became the most eye-catching focus of the entire event.

The scorching sun was blocked by the umbrella, but wrapped in airtight clothing, he felt like a moving steamer, and sweat quickly soaked his underwear.

However, what was even more unpleasant than the physical sensations were the probing, surprised, and even slightly mocking glances and whispers from those around them.

"Oh dear? What's wrong with that friend? Is she feeling unwell?"

"It doesn't seem like it. Maybe it's a newly enrolled artist who doesn't want to be recognized?"

"Celebrity? Who? Aside from Lee Kwang-soo and Kim Woo-bin, I've never seen a celebrity this tall..."

"Could it be that the basketball team is doing some kind of endurance training?"

"Oh my god, just looking at him makes me feel hot. Doesn't he feel hot at all?"

"I know! They must have just had major cosmetic surgery and haven't fully recovered yet, so they're afraid we'll find out!"

Various speculations buzzed into my ears like flies.

Cui Shi'an could only pull his hat brim even lower, his eyes behind his sunglasses fixed on the road ahead, pretending to be deaf and blind, and quickening his pace, wanting only to get into the classroom as soon as possible.

At that moment, he realized with absolute clarity that from the moment he was hit by a truck and brought back to life, the familiar "normal" campus life was probably gone forever.

He is now an "other missing person" walking in the sunlight, an outsider who needs to hide himself and is out of place with his surroundings.

All of this was simply for survival.

It was also to untangle the knot of past life and death that bound his fate.

Once inside the classroom, he remained the center of everyone's attention.

On the peninsula, a land where appearance anxiety is abnormally perverse, you will almost never see anyone lifting their shirt to wipe sweat in public.

Moreover, it was someone like Choi Si-an who is usually very low-key, which surprised many people.

Cui Shi'an didn't care about the stares of others. While wiping away his sweat, he carefully examined his skin and found that there seemed to be no problem. He should not be afraid of the sun.

But just to be on the safe side, he felt he should observe for a few more days.

At this moment, a girl with long, dyed brown hair came up to the two of them and readily handed Cui Shi'an a bottle of chilled drink:

"Is Shi'an hot? Here, have some to drink."

The girl's name is Song Zhiya, and she is one year ahead of him.

Both of them are under the same professor and have been appointed as teaching assistants. They are among his few female connections at the university and are considered goddesses by many of his male classmates.

"Thanks then~ I'll treat you next time." Cui Shi'an didn't stand on ceremony. He was sweating and a little thirsty, so he twisted open the bottle cap and tilted his head back to gulp down the drink.

That sculpted profile and the constantly moving Adam's apple exuded a strong aura of hormones.

The girl's face flushed slightly, and before leaving, she nodded calmly, saying, "Don't be so polite with me..."

The girls further away were completely mesmerized, whispering and gossiping among themselves.

Why does Choi Si-an look so handsome today?

[Yes, I never noticed before!]

[He's not bad-looking to begin with; he just doesn't know how to dress.]

[What? You little brat, you're smitten?]

[Hehe, I'm single right now, can't I even feel attracted to someone?]

[Does he have a girlfriend? Who was his ex-girlfriend?]

The girls looked at each other questioningly, but none of them knew anything about Cui Shi'an's relationship status. They then realized that they knew nothing about their classmate whom they had known for almost three years.

Tian Ming noticed the gazes of the girls beside him, and his smile became somewhat lewd.

"I told you to socialize more, and now you see? Everyone wants to devour you! How about I get their contact information for you?"

Cui Shi'an saw right through this guy's thoughts: "Is this your breeding strategy?"

"What?"

"Some males in the animal kingdom, much smaller than the dominant males who occupy breeding territories, deliberately mimic the females' physique and behavior. They then quietly infiltrate the dominant males' 'harem' and, while the dominant males are busy driving away other competitors or reproducing with females, quickly reproduce with them. This allows them to avoid brutal territorial battles and increase the probability of passing on their genes."

Upon being exposed, Tian Ming's face turned as red as a pig's liver: "Are you trying to say I'm a North Sea dog?"

Cui Shi'an shrugged: "I didn't say that, you said it yourself~"

"Haha, ya!"

Tian Ming blushed, somewhat embarrassed and angry. He habitually leaned over in his seat, put his arm around Cui Shi'an's neck, and tried to subdue this sharp-tongued guy as easily as he always did.

"Hey! Let go! I give up! Brother, I was wrong!" As is usually the script, Cui Shi'an had already begged for mercy at this moment.

After all, Tian Ming, like many men from the peninsula, goes to the gym every day and is much stronger than Cui Shi'an.

But today, the situation is completely different.

Almost instinctively, Cui Shi'an grabbed Tian Ming's forearm, which was wrapped around his neck, with his left hand, and then twisted it to precisely lock Tian Ming's arm behind his back.

"Ouch..." Tian Ming felt an immense force far beyond his comprehension coming from Cui Shi'an's hand. He struggled a few times, his face turning red, but he felt as if he were wrestling with a hydraulic press, and the other's arm did not budge.

"You...when did you become so strong?" Tian Ming turned his head, both surprised and suspicious.

Cui Shi'an was stunned. When did he become so strong?

Could this be... one of the "side effects" of resurrection?

That kind of power, speed, and reaction that doesn't belong to humans...

Thinking of this, he suspiciously released his grip.

Tian Ming immediately straightened up, rubbing his reddened wrist, and looked him up and down as if he were a monster, muttering to himself:

"Damn it...you kid, you didn't secretly get some kind of banned drug, did you? That's impossible! I've never seen you go to the gym..."

Cui Shi'an did not answer. He simply looked down at his hands, his eyes filled with complex emotions.

The price of survival is becoming an outcast.

But becoming an outcast doesn't seem to be entirely without its advantages?