The Nightmare Experience of a Useless Person

"No. 101 Changsui West Street?"

"Um."

"Isn't Changsui West Street the University Town Business Plaza?"

"Um."

"I've never been there. Why are you suddenly asking?"

"It's nothing, I just saw the store's advertisement on my phone."

"Oh? What shop?"

"It's nothing, just a small stir-fry."

We're meeting at midnight, but the dorm curfew is 11 p.m. Should I stay out all night?

She was a little scared, but Jiang Zhiyang wouldn't refuse the meeting.

Was Xiaobai and Xue Lele's story just a dream?

Who else could it be but Xue Lele standing in front of him?

Why was Duan Heng acting like that? How come he's back to normal now?

Why can Xue Lele come and go freely in the boys' dormitory?

These questions were like a web, one spider's thread connecting to another, tightly binding Jiang Zhiyang, until he was finally dizzy in this mysterious pattern.

After finishing his part-time job at the milk tea shop, Jiang Zhiyang didn't go back to his dormitory. Instead, he rode his bicycle to "No. 101 Changsui West Street".

Number 97, the closed-down pet shop.

Number 98, the closed-down braised chicken rice restaurant.

Number 99, the closed-down mala tang (spicy hot pot) restaurant.

Number 100, an empty shop.

Number 101... a closed-down bar?

Chun Chun was completely fooled, wasn't she?!

The mysterious No. 101 is located on the edge of the entire business plaza, deserted and even rarely visited.

"What?"

"Go in." His delicate features revealed an impatient expression.

"I may be poor, but I won't sell myself!" Jiang Zhiyang looked terrified, but was shoved inside with a slap. How could such a small person have such great strength!

"Qingjun, the person has been brought! Next time, don't call me for this kind of reception work, I'm! Very! Busy!"

Jiang Zhiyang stumbled, looked up, and found that the furnishings in the room were not what he had imagined.

Rows and rows of bookshelves were piled high with books. He gently touched them and felt a damp, dusty smell.

It was very quiet here. Jiang Zhiyang could only hear his own trembling breath. His heart was pounding in his chest like a heater, and all the blood in his body was boiling with heat.

Using the dim light, Jiang Zhiyang moved forward while constantly looking at the tall bookshelves.

Until a face was vaguely revealed behind the scroll!

Jiang Zhiyang was so frightened that he trembled, unable to find any support, and slammed all his strength into the bookshelf.

The bookshelf was heavy enough, but the books on the top couldn't support it. Just as things were about to fall, Jiang Zhiyang instinctively covered his head and squatted down, but the pain didn't come as expected.

Books lay scattered at his feet, a soft aura enveloped him, and long strands of hair touched his cool skin. Jiang Zhiyang smelled a fresh, plant-like fragrance. He looked up and saw that incredibly familiar face.

"Lele!" It almost came out of my mouth, and in an instant, all my sense of security returned.

"I've already said it, I'm not Xue Lele."

She slowly got up, dusted herself off, and her words revealed no emotion.

"My name is Yu Qingjun."

"A Qing emperor?"

She glanced down, gesturing for Jiang Zhiyang to follow, "You can call me Lord Qingjun, just like they do."

"Adult? Adult? You look like a child, why should I call you adult?"

Like a part-time NPC teacher in a poorly managed, unenthusiastic immersive murder mystery game shop tucked away in a corner of a shopping mall.

"You must have a lot of questions, right? Before the sun rises, I'll answer them for you."

There are many questions I want to ask, but where should I begin?