- Chapter 1 : The Academy that does not exist?
- Chapter 2 : Ran Over By A Train
- Chapter 3 : Senior and the Aborigine
- Chapter 4 : Health Care Center
- Chapter 5 : Burn! Classroom!
- Chapter 6 : Miao Miao
- Chapter 7 : An Uninvited Guest
- Chapter 8 : Decision
- Chapter 9 : The Holiday before School Starts
- Chapter 10 : The Moon and Determination
- SideStory 1 : Strange Happenings in the Delivery Room
- SideStory 2 : The story of a weird student
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Chapter 1 : The Academy that does not exist?
I tightened my grip on the Examination Entry Certificate.
I believe, those of you who have attended school can guess it correctly. The current me holding on to the Examination Entry Certificate, plus the title on the top, should give an indication as to what I’m about to do right now.
You are right, the me, who was in the final year of middle school, am going through the period where I’m receiving my Examination Certificate.
On the table, the transcript issued by the school with the neatly printed results on top seemed to have grown a mouth and was currently mocking me.
The student at the front seat turned around, totally ignoring the bright red results on the table, as he asked me, “Ming Yang, which school are you going to choose?”
At that moment, I really wanted to reply, ‘Do you think I will be the one to choose the school and not the other way round?’
My name is Chu Ming Yang.
I have no talent, My expertise is nil, but if you really want me to state one, my special quality is probably… I’m very unlucky.
This was no exaggeration. From the second I was born, my bad luck has never cease to happen. Have you ever heard of someone being born with their umbilical cord tightly wrapped around their neck? It was said the doctor and nurses had already given up, and were on the verge of bundling me up to be sent to my family for burial, when a nurse accidentally dropped me, who had already turned into a corpse, onto the floor. However, due to some unknown reason, the drop actually caused me to come back to life.
But after thinking about it, if I had known I would live a life full of such terrible bad luck, I would have asked the nurse to drop me harder. Even if she dropped me till I suffered major injuries, I would not resent her. Not even if my organs lay splattered on the ground.
As I slowly grew up, I obtained minor injuries daily and it has become commonplace, while the more extreme ones are happening one after another.
Who have ever heard of someone dunking the basketball during Physical Education and the whole metal hoop starts toppling towards him? Fortunately I was quick in dodging and only broke a leg, which was then reset later on.
Halfway through classes, the whole ceiling would suddenly fall down. The windows were also broken by the ball which was being used by the students having Physical Education outdoors (coincidently, I was sitting right next to the window, the extraordinary part was our classroom was on the fifth floor).
Similar phenomenon, over the past ten years of my life, have become mundane.
From my birth, the title “unlucky guy” was like a chewing gum obstinately stuck to my body and can never be removed. I’m so infamous that the whole school knows about my unluckiness. Even when I was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment, the doctors and nurses would ask “Why is it you again?” type of questions.
“Earth to Ming Yang.”
The one sitting in front of me was a lucky guy, who has never known what it means to have bad luck, suddenly took out a roll of paper and used it to knock my head. At one short moment, over ten years of my life seemed to flash in front of my eyes and I turned back into the person who was vexing over “how to fill in the school application form?” due to the bright red colored marks.
And it wasn’t because my grades were bad, but because on the day of the examination… I just had to have food poisoning!
Wasn’t it too melodramatic? The whole classroom ordered and ate all thirty-nine lunch boxes together, and it just had to be mine that wasn’t fresh.
I wholeheartedly believe the fate was deliberately going against me.
“Haha… of course, as long as I’m able to study, any school will do.” I turned over the first page which was filled with the names of famous schools. In fact, my mom had already given up hope of me entering high school. Instead, as long as there was a school who would be willing to accept me, she would be thanking the Gods.
“Oh I see. I’ve heard there’s a pretty good Engineering school somewhere in the middle of the country.” The lucky student swiftly turned his chair around, took a pen and started drawing circles on the blank spaces on my form. “If you are able to get into that school, we will be able to become schoolmates for another three years.” Nose and eyes appeared inside the circle, and then a drawing of Mickey Mouse emerged.
“Let’s discuss this later.” I said as a response to the lucky student.
I flipped through the thick book of School Information a few times, at the end of the book, there are small inconspicuous words printed out at the bottom of the last page.
So small that one could have easily missed it.
It’s the name of a certain school.
* * *
I filled it in.
I wrote the name of the strange school as the first choice amongst the other schools.
On the day the results were released, everyone was glossing through the newspapers and the internet to check their school data, and I was no exception.
Then a strange thing happened. That day, I was certain I checked through the newspapers, internet and even the reviews of all the school information handed out by the school. In the end, the result of the search was told me one thing.
… “Search Not Found.”
Even if you want to fool someone, please do it in a smarter way!
I filled out the name of a school that doesn’t exist, then why on earth was the name of the school written inside the book of School Information?!
I threw the booklet onto the table of the Recruitment Center, uh, let me rephrase my sentence, I’m not the one who threw it, it was my elder sister.
“What the hell are you guys trying to do? Printing out the name of a school that doesn’t exist for the students to fill in, then now it’s “Search Not Found”! Are you guys trying to make a fool out of us?”
I have to admit my elder is much bolder than I am. She is older than me by three years, and had applied to enter a famous university. We are obviously born from the same mother, in fact, I had once suspected all my good luck was given to my sister because she was exceptionally lucky. Even when there was a major earthquake a few years ago, she was apparently hit by the signboard but she was not injured at all, just a little frightened.
The main point was, the one who was injured was me, the one who went out with her and was right beside her.
A few of the office staff started passing around the book of School Information, and as soon as they saw the small printed words, every one of them revealed a startled expression, as if they had just seen a ghost.
Chu Ming Yue snatched the problematic book from the staff’s hands and heavily threw the book on the table again, “Call the person who makes the decisions to come out right now!”
Honestly, I feel my elder sister grew up to be a real beauty, the cold type of beauty. Even when compared to the artists and singers who appear on television, she would not lose to them. So when she starts losing it, her terrifying expression had double the normal effect.
More specifically, it should be kind of like being killed by a beautiful devil, yeah, just like the kind of movies shown on the television. Those people who are free can consider trying it out on their own.
After a while, the book of information was passed to another person’s hands. It was obvious this person had a higher position. He took out his handkerchief and started wiping his cold sweat, while trying to explain to my elder sister.
He said the error might be caused during the printing process due to an accident of printing the data of another booklet.
The higher positioned staff took out another similar booklet, flipped it open and of course the name of the school was really not there.
My elder sister was on fire again.
An accident during printing was still acceptable, but the school’s name and even the number was perfectly printed within the spaces along with the names of other schools. Even the borders were printed nicely.
This kind of coincidence was definitely more difficult to encounter compared to winning a lottery, I think.
It had already been more than three hours since we entered this building, and my elder sister yelled at every person she saw until they were so scared to even fart. The me who seems more like a passer-by did not even utter a single word. Time slowly trickled by while my elder sister continued cursing the staff.
This was so boring.
I yawned, lifted my head, and just so happen to see a silhouette passing by outside.
In fact, outside the building was a side walk. Even if there were hundreds of people walking by, I wouldn’t be surprised, let alone one person, since this building was fairly close to downtown.
The strange thing was, the person brazenly walked past the front of the automatic door.
The automatic door did not open.
Based on my three hour observation of the automatic door, even when a dog passed by the door, it would also open for a while and some newspapers or some other rubbish would be blown in. So why didn’t it open when this person walked by it?
As if it was trying to further confirm my doubts, the person appeared at the doorway again.
This time I’m very certain, the door really did not open.
This can’t be, right?
Was seeing a ghost in broad daylight also considered as one of the effects of my bad luck?
A loud “POP” resounded.
My elder sister, who was definitely bold but totally had no moral conscience, took a booklet, which was many times thicker, and slammed it down on my head. The force was so great that my brains almost flew out of my head through my eyes, nose and mouth.
“Are you deaf? I’ve been telling you to go and fill in the form several times!” A devilish looking face immediately enlarged in front of my eyes, the horrifying effect was doubled.
“Ah?” I opened my mouth, with a look of surprise.
At the end of the day, the final outcome was, since the organizers were negligent, my name was again entered and redelivered, hopefully there will be a school who will accept me.
Well, to put it bluntly, let’s see if there are any schools willing to accept the leftovers.
After all, my grades were very low, so low that my family was already prepared to have me enroll into a school that allowed students to study there as long as a large sum of money was paid.
In the end, when we left, I no longer saw the ghost outside the automatic door.
Later on, after listening to my story, one of my classmates told me my bad luck might be slowly corroding into my body, directly eroding my BaZi.
[T/N: Something to do with Chinese Feng Shui, which includes our birth date, day, time, place, etc. Normally fortune tellers will ask for our BaZi before he starts counting and sprouting nonsense about our troubles and our future.]
I’ve never heard BaZi would become light due to bad luck before.
But then, I later found out the student’s dad’s profession was actually a Shaman.
On the day everyone received their enrolment data, I also got mine. It’s from a very famous school. The school was famous because it allowed anyone to study there as long as they paid money, which was along the lines of what my family had expected.
From then onwards, I was doomed to be separated from the lucky student.
Of course, this matter and this part of the story had nothing to do with my future; I just mentioned this in passing. The lucky student got what he wished for, which was entering the engineering school, congratulations.
* * *
However, my bad luck would not just end there.
“Yang Yang, a letter for you just arrived.”
As soon as I reached home, my bold sister was watching her TV show, while passing a brown paper envelope to me.
But I just got my acceptance letter in school just a moment ago?
I grabbed the brown paper envelope and saw the name printed on top of it. My first reaction was supposed to be throwing the envelope onto the floor, but then I decided otherwise.
Because the envelope had big red words written on its seal.
Honestly, I’ve never heard of any school writing this kind of message.
“Throw it and you’ll die!”
So simple and neat. It was so simple that it made me think it was not an offer letter, but a threatening letter sent to the wrong house.
The school’s name was the same school name where my search result was “Search Not Found”.
Carefully avoiding the unexpected big red words, I slowly removed the seal. Sure enough, inside was stuffed with admission information to the school, which was rather thick and different compared to the one I received today.
The thickest stack of papers, which was neatly fastened together with a blinder clip, was titled “Introduction and safety guide for new students “.
Most probably it would be regarding “traffic safety” or “beware of bad people” type of precautions. Gosh, how old do you think we are? Do you really have to repeat this every time we enroll into a new school? This school was even more exaggerated, such a horribly thick stack of papers!
What the hell.
I stuffed the stack of papers back in and took out the few pieces of paper, which contained the details of the tuition fees.
No matter how I see it, it was actually much cheaper compared to the “expensive” school, at least by half (Elite schools are more likely to eat up more money.)
There still seems to be something with some weight inside the envelope, as if there was something else inside. I avoided the safety guide and started rummaging inside. I discovered an incredible item inside the envelope and took it out.
A cell phone.
I rubbed my eyes for over ten times, but the cell phone was indeed still lying on my hand. It didn’t turn into a stone, leaf or what not, it was even less likely to for it will turn into a snake and bite me.
It’s a cell phone, a real life cell phone.
It couldn’t be the person who packaged this paper bag was stupid enough to have misplaced his phone inside?
It’s not that I wanted to think this was what happened because the very same thing happened to me before. I accidentally mailed a piece of rag together with a birthday present to a schoolmate, who after a few days, mailed the piece of rag back to my house.
“What on earth are you day dreaming about?” While the TV show was on a short advertisement break, my elder sister turned her head and asked, causing me to stuff the cell phone into the envelope hastily.
“Nothing, I was just wondering why this package was so large.” Almost as if it was a big parcel.
“Mhmm. Ah, it was even sent as a home delivery.” Seeing there wasn’t any problem, my sister turned her head back to focus on her TV show. Then she picked up the dessert and ate till nothing was left.
I was even more curious. What kind of school could be so generous? And how come this school did not yield any search results?
That night, my mom specially went to famous restaurant in Taichung. She bought a rather large roast duck and several exquisite dishes to celebrate my ‘finally being accepted to study in a high school’ (what kind of nonsense is this?). The food was exceptionally extravagant.
I told them about the important details of the admission form of the two schools. One of them was an expensive elite school. Another one was a school they did not know of and was not in the school distribution list. The most important point was, the school’s tuition fees was half the price of the elite school.
That night, my mom determined my sorrowful future based on monetary value. The elite school’s acceptance letter was thrown into the recycle bin. The unknown school had an overwhelming victory within whole family. I couldn’t utter even one meager protest.
Only God knows whether that damn unknown school was actually a school in the country. In the acceptance letter, it was stated that students were recommended to stay in the hostels provided by the school.
If it’s like this, I would rather attend the elite school. I heard one can get a better qualification for their resume.
The cell phone did not ring at all.
I originally wanted to wait for the owner to get it back, but it was unusually silent, no strange sounds came from it. Even when I tried to search the friend list, it was empty.
This person certainly has no friends.
“Yang Yang, do you want to stay at the hostel?” My older sister was biting onto the roasted duck roll while asking me, “Didn’t the offer letter recommend students to stay in the hostel?”
You’re a monster! Definitely!
My sister is such horrifying person, she definitely did not read the offer letter at all, but she could naturally just ask me about it, just as if she knew what was written on the letter.
“I would like to attend the orientation and take a look first. If it’s not too far away, then I won’t be applying for the hostel.” You must be kidding me! Applying to stay in the hostel even before checking out the unknown school first. If I die, I won’t even know how it happened.
My sister nodded and stopped asking any more questions.
Sometimes, her expression while deep in thought was even more horrifying compared to the times when she was quiet.
For example, have you seen a witch before? I’m sure you have at least seen one in the movies or pictures. The type of expression the witch makes just before she was about to launch her black magic to kill (Attention! Not to harm but to kill!), her ghastly expression while thinking of how to cook up a pot of poison, was most appropriate to describe my sister.
“Yang Yang, when is the orientation for the school?” She lifted her head, using her pair of beautiful eyes, which were said to be able to capture the hearts of people but was usually used to murder me, to stare straight at me.
To be honest, it feels like I’m being stared at by a snake.
The last time I saw her with this expression was probably a few days ago when she was thinking of how to deal with the people in the recruitment center.
Don’t do this to me, Sis. I’m your younger brother…
“Next, next, Monday.” To avoid my heart from being stared till it weakened and self destructed, I immediately confessed.
It’s not I’m spineless, believe me, if you have this type of older sister, you will understand my current inner feelings.
Sometimes, mental torture can be more brutal compared to physical murder. And my sister is someone who is very good at practicing the former.
Then I saw that woman suddenly putting down her bowl with her left hand, and with her right hand, she reached into her pocket and took out several pieces of something with XX printed on it, it looked like safety charms from some famous temples, “To prevent you from being crushed by the big tower clock on your first day of school.” She revealed a strange smile, I swear I saw it.
This damn woman!
* * *
After pasting the last photo onto the registration form, I instantly collapsed backwards onto my bed.
In a few days, I’ll be attending an unknown school.
I rolled over and looked at the cell phone which was on top of my bookcase. It’s strange to say since, if a normal cell phone was not recharged, it will only last a few days before it perishes. Never thought this extremely strange phone was still alive after a week has passed. This was so unbelievable.
I narrowed my eyes and stared at the screen, the battery was actually down by only one bar.
When did the technology improve so suddenly?
This new type of phone can actually be so power-saving. When I start schooling I will persuade my mom to get one of the exact same model to use.
I rolled over and stared at the white ceiling.
Ah, graduated. To think I really graduated. I thought with my bad luck, I’ll still had to study for a few more years…
While my mind was in a mess, a knocking sound came from outside my door. I immediately jumped out of bed and opened the door. I was not surprised to see my sister standing outside in a sloppy manner.
My mom always said we were both born with the wrong gender, and I think so too.
The woman’s beautiful (as per what others say) mouth had a grape flavoured bubblegum bubble on it. With a pair of eyes, she stared at me for a moment, and then she slowly raised her right hand, “Cake.” She said, and on her hand was a small box from a famous dessert house.
This was a very common situation in my family since long ago. Since primary school, my sister never had any shortage of suitors. With the existence of suitors, there will be gifts. So this situation had been on-going for many years. From young, it was handkerchief and paper dolls. Even until now, while walking in the streets, passer-by A, B and C would even take out their wallets to buy stuff for her.
Oh right, I forgot to mention this earlier, my sister is a black belt in karate and she was the champion in the women’s karate in her university this year.
My mom always said she has no idea what my sister was thinking about, and I think so too.
“Do you want to eat it or not?”
The bubble burst, and the black belt devil issued her question impatiently. This time I’d better answer or the next thing that is going to burst will not be the bubble but probably me.
“Oh sure, thanks Sis.” Holding onto the little box, which was not too heavy, I estimated the cake inside to be about six inches. I wonder which idiot sent this tribute.
She snorted and then similar as to how she came upstairs, she went down without emitting a single sound.
I turned around and kicked the door shut, both hands were busy with opening the small box of cake. As expected, inside was a very delicately made vanilla cake. There was even a famous signature of the dessert house on top of the cake, written with dark chocolate. Looks awfully neat.
Back on topic, my sister actually hates cakes the most, which was the total opposite of me.
However, even though she hated it, every time someone sent her cakes, she would still accept it. Even when my mom nagged her about it, she just turned a deaf ear. So my family was currently living in a situation where there are cakes and biscuits as desserts daily.
In fact, I really do not understand my older sister.
Chapter 2 : Ran Over By A Train
I think the term “at a loss” can be used to describe my current situation.
I got up early in the morning, followed the directions on the map, and arrived at a train station. It wasn’t until now that I realized something was amiss.
On the instruction paper, only the schedule and the name of the train was written, the address of the school was nowhere to be found.
After being fooled by this school in various ways, maybe they really had forgotten to print the address. My reaction was a lot calmer than I would have imagined.
At this time in the morning, the number of people at the train station was actually very few. Moreover, this station was in a relatively remote area, unlike the town center where many people passed by regardless of the time. There were only three people including me.
One of them was a granny who wakes up early every day and takes the train to the market. Please do not ask me why I knew where she was headed to. The answer is definitely not because I have a crush on her; the granny was living right next to my house and every morning, my mom would share a few pleasantries with her.
Five minutes later, the granny took one of the trains and left.
The other person, who was left behind, was someone I’ve never seen before. She was tall and thin, wearing a traditional dress, which was very popular nowadays. She looks like she was about the same age as my sis, so she should be a student in some college?
The person turned around and suddenly smiled at me.
I immediately lowered my head. This was definitely not because I’m shy. I will never admit it even if I’m beaten to death.
“Fellow student, are you going for the orientation?” The beautiful girl leaned over and I realized she spoke with a certain accent. Was she a student who had just returned from studying abroad?
“How did you know?!” This was my first reaction.
The girl pointed at the brown paper bag I was holding, “I’m actually studying there.” She smiled again; her captivating eyes looked like deep pools of water. If one were to stare at it for a long time, it’s as if they would feel like they would drown unknowingly…
As if she had noticed I was in a daze, the girl turned her gaze away, “In our school, we can actually opt to continue studying in their College division after graduating from the High School division. So please take care of me, junior*.”
[T/N: Kouhai would be the Japanese counterpart of this word.]
For a moment, I thought I saw girl’s eyes turned green. But when she turned back and smiled, her eyes were definitely black; the same color as mine.
“Hello, senior*.” Not really sure if it was due to quick response, but I immediately blurted this out.
[T/N: Senpai would be the Japanese counterpart of this word.]
Senior was still smiling gently and then she pointed at the paper bag in my hand, “Did you finish reading the Safety Manual already?”
Feeling uncertain as if it was an illusion, but her voice was getting more and more gentle, as if it was a pillow stuffed with feathers, giving off a fluffy feeling.
“I’ve already read it.” In fact, I’ve not read even a single word, but for some unknown reason, I didn’t dare to tell the truth under this senior’s gaze.
Senior nodded and then she smiled without saying anything. The more I look at her smile, the weirder it felt.
At this time, a train let out a loud whistle, however, it was not planning to stop. It was just passing by.
Senior suddenly stood up, “The train’s here. Hurry up and follow me. Don’t get lost.” She said while she hurriedly picked up her bag and rushed forward.
‘Follow?’ I followed her in a daze.
The train’s cowcatcher started out as a small dot, and was gradually heading towards us, while letting out its deafening whistle. The train was not planning to stop in this station.
Staring with wide eyes, I witnessed this happening right in front of my eyes.
Senior held onto her bag tightly and jumped down from the platform onto the railway tracks. Her pair of beautiful eyes was filled with questions, as if she was trying to ask why I didn’t jump with her.
Then the train rushed by.
* * *
The enormous air pressure caused my ears some pain.
My legs were trembling non-stop, just short of wetting my pants. This shows how shaken I actually was. Just a few seconds ago, the girl who was talking to me, jumped down from the platform and was ran over by a train.
However, I did not see any splattering of blood or pieces of flesh that were usually depicted in manhuas. I felt my mind becoming blank.
In just a short moment, the train roared past, as if it was unaware it had just ran over someone.
I was left all alone on the platform. I couldn’t gather up my courage to walk up and take a look at the tragedy below the platform. I was also afraid that as soon as I take a look, my breakfast would immediately be ejected from my stomach.
Someone died right in front of my eyes. Normally, I would maintain a spectator’s demeanor while watching the news on television or reading the newspaper about someone committing suicide by being run over by the train, and would occasionally say something about the person being stupid. There were even times when our whole family would be eating our dinner while treating the news as a mental side dish.
But this time, it really happened right in front of my eyes. The kind of faintness and dizziness I felt was something a normal person would not be able to understand. My entire head was filled with black and white images all muddled up together.
The thing which made me snap out of my trance was a sudden and loud ringtone coming from the cell phone, the same phone I found in the package and had only used up two bars of battery up until now.
“Hel-hello?” I subconsciously picked up the phone. While my mind was still blank, I placed the phone next to my ears but my eyes were still staring at the direction the girl had jumped off.
“Why did you not follow and get hit by the train!?”
On the other end of the line, was an extremely impatient voice. He sounded pretty young, and judging from the boy’s voice, he sounded not much older than me. However his age was not the main point, but rather, the contents of what he spoke of.
‘Follow and be hit by the train?’
My mouth widened and I was stunned for three seconds, “What… follow and be hit by the train?” At that moment, I suddenly thought the owner of this phone was some crazed maniac who lures others into suicide?
Once I thought of it, I felt goose bumps all over my body and started to look around in a panic, fearing a hand would suddenly appear out of thin air and push me down from the platform.
I’m still young; I don’t want my life to end just yet!
“I overslept, so I asked a friend of mine to guide you over, but you actually did not follow suit and jump!” At the other end of the line came a sound of someone clicking his tongue.
‘Follow suit and jump?’
The second thought that crossed my mind was, could this phone be connected to hell?! The owner of the phone was a Death God, and I’m currently talking to a Death God who wants me dead. He even called another girl to die together with me, and guide me to the underworld.
Don’t say I’m thinking nonsense. Even Japanese mangas had a Death God who dropped his notebook. What’s so surprising about another one dropping his cell phone?
The person at the end of the line seems to be very impatient, as he did not even wait for my reply before he continued talking, “Fine, I’ll come and pick you up. You’d better stay put and don’t run around!” He said in a very commanding tone.
With a “ka-chak” sound, the phone was disconnected, followed by beeping sound.
I felt my body hair standing on its end. The cold coming from the bottom of my feet spread all the way to my forehead.
He said he is coming to pick me up… Is he implying I will only live my life up to this day?
Although I’m always complaining that if I’ll be so unlucky for the rest of my life, I might as well die earlier and get reborn sooner. But God, it was nothing but complaints! It doesn’t really mean I want to die earlier. Can’t you differentiate between complaints and honest wishes?
The platform was totally empty; I was the only one there. The wind blew past and a few pieces of garbage rolled past my feet.
I’m going to die soon, but I still don’t know what to write in my will.
* * *
I wasn’t really sure how long I stood there doing nothing but holding onto the phone, until I heard a very soft sound coming from behind.
So the saying “when one’s spirit is in extreme tension, one will be able to unleash their greatest potential” was true. It only took me a few tenths of a second to turn around. I turned so quickly that even the other person was stunned for a moment. As soon as the other person snapped out of his trance, it was my turn to be stunned.
In fact, in Taiwan, it was not strange to see foreigners. Normally on the streets, there will be several groups of them walking past. I’ve seen so many that I’m a little unfazed of them. However, I’ve never seen such a good looking foreigner before.
Although I said he is a foreigner, his facial features were that of an Asian.
Long silver hair reaching down to his waist, and just beside his forehead was a lock of hair that seemed to have been dyed in blood-red. It was obvious this person came here in a rush. His silky soft hair was casually tied up at the back of his head with a rubber band usually used to tie up lunch boxes.
Red eyes, similar to the gems displayed in jewelry stores, made one long to touch it to see if they’re real.
His oriental features were much more beautiful compared to the senior I met earlier, but it gave off a very cold feeling, especially when he was glaring at me. This feeling was similar to the one my sis gives off, “if looks could kill” type of person.
His skin was very pale, so pale that it was similar to a corpse’s. Especially if it’s compared to his black clothing which covered his whole body, making him look extremely strange.
It’s a little frightening.
This person does not look human; he looks more like a beautiful monster or ghosts commonly seen in manhuas.
He spoke such fluent Chinese, similar to the voice I was talking to on the other end of the phone just now. So I immediately discovered his identity. He was the Death God who wanted me dead.
“Sir Death God!” I quickly interrupted him. Only God knew if his next action was to immediately kill me and then drag my soul away, “I still haven’t finish thinking of what to write in my will. Please give me a little more time. I won’t delay your work. It’ll be done with it immediately.” I was just short of kneeling down to beg him.
In my will I must state that the Gods want me dead so my family will know my death was not an accident—!
The “Death God” looked at me as if I was someone who had a few loose screws in their brain; he then took out a cell phone from the pocket of his black pants. The phone was almost identical to the phone in my possession.
I guess I was too freaked out at that time so I did not remember clearly what the “Death God” said to the other end of the line. I vaguely heard a few comments, something about receiving some crazy student this year.
His tone seemed to be rather rough, and so I finally realized the “Death God” also suffered from bad mood due to lack of sleep and low blood pressure.
After a while, as if he had gotten his answers, the “Death God” shut his phone and turned to look at me. His weird red eyes did not look like gems anymore, instead it looked more like the blood red eyes of a beast, “They will be opening the gate once again. If you still don’t want to enter, you won’t need to register anymore.” His tone was rude, extremely rude.
‘Register?’ I finally realized the importance of the word.
It was only now that I realized the “Death God” was wearing a uniform, and on his sleeve was something similar to a badge, on top was a few characters sewn on with golden threads.
Wasn’t it the name of the school I was going to enter?
“There are still 10 more minutes before the next train arrives.” Glancing at his watch, “Death God” said with a rather dissatisfied voice. Then the red eyes glared at me before he sat down on a public chair in the platform.
‘There was still 10 minutes left? So it means I only have 10 minutes to write my will?’
At this moment, regardless of the School Name on his clothes, I quickly took out a pen from my backpack. “Oh right, it was said first have to settle my assets, and then tell my family not to be too depressed over my death…”
The “Death God”, who was originally sitting on a chair with his eyes closed (I guess he wanted to catch up on some sleep), opened his eyes partially and looked at my act of writing my will. The good-looking face revealed some puzzlement. He then gave up on his sleep (it’s just my assumption), and came over to look at me sighing while trying to figure out what I was writing on a white piece of paper.
When he saw the big word “Will” at the top of the paper, I had written up till “If my corpse is in a too bad of a condition, just help me collect it and do not fight over it. Directly cremating it will save some trouble.”
“So you already have the awareness to write a will?” The “Death God” sneered and effortlessly reached out for the eloquently written piece of white paper with such dexterity that I didn’t even notice him taking it.
In just a blink of an eye, the paper had already been taken away, “But rest assured. If you don’t die in such an extreme way, there’s still a hope for you to be revived.” He turned around, smiling with his red eyes. He was creeping me out.
Did he mean to say he wants me to get hit by the train, revive me for indefinite number of times, and only then will he be satisfied?
I actually met a perverted Death God!
The Gods are blind!
After three seconds, I decided, since I’m going to die anyway, it would be better to commit suicide by myself. I would rather have a clean death and not have my death played with by a perverted Death God.
The railway track was starting to vibrate; the next train was on its way here.
Holding on to the determination of being crushed to death, I shut my eyes tightly and displaying the same speed I used when rushing to buy food during lunch time, I hurried towards the railway track, the same place where senior tragically died.
Thunderous sound was approaching right in front of my eyes. This was probably the most courageous thing I’ve ever done.
* * *
A second later, it vanished. The chugging sound of the train passed directly over my head.
I covertly opened my eyes, and at the same time I noticed someone was grabbing onto my collar. I looked up and saw the “Death God” easily carrying me with my collar. Just one more step and I would have fulfilled my wishes… Damn it!
The “Death God” took a look at me, but he didn’t show any expression. He finally let go of my collar after the train had passed by and said, “You rushed at the wrong train. The train you need to get hit by wasn’t that one. If you got hit by that train, there wouldn’t be any medicine on this earth that could save you.”
‘What!? Even when I die I still need to book a specific train?’
I knelt down at the platform allowing black lines to cover my whole body. If this was a manhua, there should also be some will-o’-the-wisp floating around me.
Speaking of will-o’-the-wisp, wait a moment…
I wasn’t thinking much when I was dashed towards the train earlier. It was only now that I noticed. If someone was ran over by a train, the platform should at least have some blood splatters, right?
I started looking around, but everywhere was spotlessly clean. A huge query, similar to a black swirl, kept on chewing on my conscience, and created even more curiosity in my mind.
With quivering hands, I crawled to the side of the platform, and prepared myself for the utmost. In a split of second, I immediately looked towards that direction.
Logically speaking, the scene reflected in my eyes should have been a mutilated body or shreds of different body parts. It could also have been half a head, crushed, with scary and vengeful eyes staring straight at me, or with her brain and intestines splattered at one side. After which, I would start screaming, and due to the unbearable shock, I would roll my eyes all the way to the back of my head and finally collapsing.
I really did scream. However, it was all for a different reason. On the railway track, there was not a trace of anything. So I screamed.
I obviously saw a real life person jumping down. So how was is possible for there to be no tinge of anything?
“What the hell are you screaming for!?” The “Death God”, who was suddenly standing behind me, used my will, rolled it up, and smashed it down onto my head. The force, the angle and also the accuracy was not inferior to my elder sister’s. The terrible force almost caused my head to be planted onto the railway track.
“Th-there’s nothing there…”
For a moment, I forgot the good-looking person in front of me was the “Death God”. Thus I pointed at the bottom of the platform with a trembling finger and answered using a voice of someone who was being electrocuted.
And so, veins started popping out from the Death God’s face and forehead. I thought he must really be thinking I was trying to make a fool out of him.
Sure enough, a shoe’s sole suddenly appeared in front of my eyes and started stamping my face.
“F***!” The “Death God” only said one word.
I didn’t clearly hear what was said afterwards because I was so dizzy after being kicked. I didn’t have the time to listen to him properly, but I think he didn’t continue to curse or swear because by the time I recovered, he was already a distance away, beside a vending machine, buying some beverages.
I’ve never seen a “Death God” drink beverages before. And he’s actually drinking honey soymilk!
“Take it.” He bent down, took out two cans of honey soymilk and threw one can over to me, “Drink a little and see if your brain will sober up.” Emphasizing on sobering up.
I’m probably the first person in this world to be treated to a drink by a “Death God”.
The “Death God” sat down while leaning onto the vending machine. Probably because his clothes were all black, he was not afraid of getting it dirty. His long silver hair was plastered onto the glass display of the vending machine. The small lights inside flashed with somewhat transparent and silver-ish colour.
If he was not a Death God, now that he was quietly drinking his beverage, he gave off a feeling of an angel from a picture album.
Those ten minutes was probably one of the most memorable ten minutes of my life. I’m drinking the same type of beverage with a beautiful Death God, on the same platform… Uh, waiting for my death. The reason was still rather strange.
I wonder, after my death, will he directly drag my soul to hell? I worriedly took a peek and was once again stunned.
The “Death God” actually fell asleep while he was drinking his honey soymilk halfway, and was even leaning on the vending machine. The folded straw was partly in his mouth and the other end was inside the can.
Was being a Death God really tiring? Even while he was out to retrieve a soul, he took the opportunity to take a nap.
I looked at the time and the train should be arriving in about a minute. I stealthily moved closer towards the “Death God”. I’ve never come so close to inspect such a being… Uh, the sole of his shoes not included.
The “Death God” had very long eyelashes, just like a doll’s. Shrouding his face, a lock of red hair hanging on the side of his face was gently fluttering in time with his breathing.
That’s strange; “Death God” can breathe? This was a major discovery.
I began to consider if I should take a pen and write this on the platform. Even after I died, this major discovery can definitely be used as a reference by the future generation.
If I knew how to sketch, the first thing I would have done was to hurriedly draw a portrait of the “Death God”. If every “Death God” was good-looking, even if he drags me to hell, it was not such a horrible thing. But it would be even better if he guides me to heaven.
The railway track once again started vibrating. The train was here.
At that exact moment, I saw the red eyes flew swiftly open and the “Death God” neatly jumped up from the floor while throwing the straw into the trash and can into the recycling bin.
Should I praise him for understanding the rules of the human world? He even knew how to classify the rubbish.
“Run quickly!” he cried out. When he saw my slow movements, he immediately ran over and pulled me up from the ground.
The arriving train was a strong a good one and it seemed like it was not planning to stop at this station either.
I knew this was the train that was going to run me over. Even though I’ve done innumerable mental preparation, the moment the “Death God” dragged me and jumped off the platform, I still screamed. Even I, myself, felt like I screamed like a pig that was about to be slaughtered.
The only difference was the pig was slaughtered by a knife while I was about to be run over by a train.
I was still very scared of dying. I was scared of death. When I saw the train approaching, I lost consciousness in an instant.
Chapter 3 : Senior and the Aborigine
I woke up to the color of the clear white sky, with a slight smell of a disinfectant.
The smell was very familiar. Every single time bad luck came knocking on my door, I was sent to the hospital. In a time frame of a month, I cannot count how many hundreds of times I had to smell this scent.
My reasoning and rational thinking immediately returned to me. I was obviously run over by a train just a few seconds ago. So why am I in a hospital the moment I woke up?
God! Can it be that the train failed to take my life?
This was really bad. Since I’m still alive, according to the speed of the train, it can only mean I won’t be able to escape being disabled. In fact, I might even have become what one would call a “vegetative” state and my brain would be the only thing left functioning…
I jumped in front of a train to commit suicide. Not only did I not die, I might even have damaged the railway track. I wonder how much money it would be needed to pay for the compensation…
Even when I woke up and found myself being alive, I couldn’t find myself to feel happy. When I thought of this brutal fact, I started to want to complain about the Sir Death God who did not grant me the ability to be reborn properly.
Wait a moment… Having said that, I’ve actually already seen the ceiling…
I tried to slowly move my head, and unexpectedly, I found that I was able to smoothly turn my head.
At the side of the bed, I saw something white, which looks like spilled water spread all over the bed. There were also a few strands of red, which looks like worms lurking beneath the white cloth.
The very same “Death God” was currently lying at the side of my bed, sleeping.
‘So I’m dead as expected?’
But then again, this Sir Death God looked really beautiful. He’s beautiful even when he’s sleeping. He was someone who gave off a strange and cold murderous scent, so regardless of whether he was awake or asleep, he caused others to be apprehensive of disturbing him.
While I was thinking so, without any warning, the curtain beside the sickbed was vigorously pulled open with a loud “Swish” sound, suddenly echoing throughout the entire room.
I saw a lion head.
Ah… let me rephrase it. It was actually a person who had a haircut similar to a lion’s head.
He was a very tall and large guy with a foreigner’s facial features. Brown streaked hair, which was standing up like a lion’s head, and the hair in the back of his head, was tied up with a few strange decorations into braids.
The first impression of him was a flamboyant aborigine… Cough. At least that was what I thought.
The person stared at me while giving a strange look. If you insist on me describing it, it’s the kind of weird feeling of being stared at by a snake, causing my hair to stand on its ends.
Then the snake Aborigine changed his line of sight towards the Death God who was deeply sleeping.
So they are companions?
The same time that I’d made this conclusion, within the next second, something immediately occurred, which seemed to be laughing at my naiveté (really?).
The shaggy South American weirdo suddenly opened his hands, as if he was trying to grab a small chick, and he immediately pounced at the direction of my bedside.
If the strength used was strong enough, I’m certain the bed will receive an impact, causing the whole bed to bounce upwards. Then me, who was currently lying on top of the bed, wouldn’t even need one second to fly out of the bed.
However, none of the two things happened. The reaction of that “small chick” was even faster, just like a hurricane.
Unsure of when the Death God woke up, but using the side of my bed, he propped himself up and neatly jumped up (I’m not sure how he did that while sitting on the chair). He then swung around in a circle and gave the Aborigine a kick on his face. The Aborigine was blown away by the kick.
I suspect this Death God had a habit of using violence with his legs since I was also just kicked once not too long ago.
The Death God’s face seemed to still be in a sleepy daze, and there were traces of lines where his silver hair had been pressed on his face. His red eyes stared at me blankly, as if he was not aware he had just beaten up an aborigine.
That was on reflex… really?
The lion Aborigine was moaning as he crawled up from the floor (to think he’s not dead from the kick), and started saying a long string of foreign language I couldn’t understand.
Even without any knowledge of the spoken language, I was pretty certain he was complaining. On his face, there were two ridiculous streams of blood running down his nose.
This time, the Death God was finally awake. His originally sluggish look immediately changed into a cold and frosty one, tightening his lips, he glared at the nose bleeding Aborigine without uttering a single word. Even I could tell his expression was serving as a warning but the Aborigine was still going “Wala wala”, saying a long string of complaints, while aimlessly exposing a strange expression.
Just as predicted, after five seconds, the Aborigine was then kicked again on the same spot.
The Death God turned his head around and asked me in a very harsh tone.
I quickly nodded, “Am I in hell?”
I thought the place didn’t look like one of the human world. It must have been because of my failure to die and fainted. So this beautiful Death God didn’t know what to do and dragged both my body and soul back before making another decision…
Red eyes glared at me and with a sneer, “It doesn’t matter if you want to treat this as hell but I’ll tell you this. You’d better be psychologically prepared. It’s hundreds of times harder to stay in this place compared to hell.”
The words those thin lips spat out made one huddled in fear.
The Aborigine, who still hasn’t died after being kicked, actually got up again. This time he didn’t dare to provoke the Death God. With his hairy arms and legs, he climbed onto the side of my bed, very similar to a big ruffled bear, “Dear student, do you feel better after taking a nap?”
I was very taken aback; the Aborigine actually speaks the language I know!?
“A… A little better.” At least I was a little more sober and able to accept the horrible fact that my life had already ended.
The Aborigine laughed loudly with his mouth wide opened, a typical American laugh, “That’s good. Since you’ve missed the opening ceremony, you should at least go and take a look around the classroom.”
‘Opening ceremony? Classroom?’
I lifted my head and subconsciously looked at the beautiful Death God. Although he is very fierce, after being with him for one whole morning, I believe he’s a nice guy, or he wouldn’t have treated me to a drink.
The Death God was tidying the black clothes he was wearing. The rather long clothes looked like a coat-like uniform, but it also looked like some military gown.
This time I clearly saw it, a badge was hanging on his arm, and the emblem of the school I enrolled in was on top of it.
The series of happenings, following the school’s emblem, was slowly starting to connect together.
From the time when the girl said she was my senior and jumped in front of the train, and also the appearance of the Death God…
“So I’ve signed up at a school for dead people…”
This was my conclusion. ‘Woo… I want to cry.’
The Aborigine, who was drinking tea, suddenly made a splurt sound and spat the tea all over the bed.
Red eyes glanced over here, icy cold, very similar to the one in the morning.
In less than half a second, a shoe’s sole appeared in front of me.
* * *
“This is Atlantis Academy.”
As soon as the Aborigine took away the bed sheets splattered with tea, the Death God pointed at the badge at his arm and said.
It was only then that I noticed, not only the badge on his body had the same emblem, even the pillow I was been lying on was covered with the emblem.
“This is the medical centre.” As if he was trying to protest, the Aborigine was stuffing the bed sheet into a big metal garbage bin (Recycle bin?) while shouting.
The Death God used his red eyes to ferociously glare at him again before turning his sights back to me, “Atlantis Academy is comprised of what you guys would call a “High School” up to a “Research Institution”. Students enrolled here from all around the world, so the subjects taught here are almost all different, varying from one person to another.”
He looked at me for a moment, and revealed an icy smile, “But I would suggest you choose the psychology class first.”
I stared at the Death God in a daze, no, I can’t call him a Death God anymore. One minute ago, I just found out he is actually a human, and also similar to me, a student.
He was only a year older than me, my God.
At that moment, I silently cried out in my heart, and it wasn’t because I had any complaints against the psychology class comment.
“That train…” I opened my mouth wide, suddenly not really sure of what I wanted to ask; thinking of the time when the train came rushing towards me. Why was it that after being hit by a train, I reached the school?
“The school gate is located in the front of the train. There are only three shifts each day. If you missed them, you won’t need to come anymore.” Pulling off the rubber band and then tying up his white hair again. He, who had downgraded from a Death God to a human fellow student, explained to me.
“School… school gate?” This time my whole body went rigid.
“This time the gate was in front of the train, which was wasn’t that bad. But last time, it was in front of a plane, so all the students needed to think of a method to sneak inside the airport and get hit by the plane, almost causing the whole spectacle into a joke.”
After he had finished with placing the blanket, the Aborigine smiled while walking towards them with three cans of drinks in his hands. The labels on them were words I couldn’t read, but according to the color of the picture it should be an orange juice.
‘Hit by a plane?’
I brought back my attention from the cans to the Aborigine. In fact, I was hoping from the bottom of my heart I had ear cramps and had heard the words incorrectly.
I wasn’t sure if it was due to having different languages and cultures, but I did not understand any of the things they had just mentioned. Regardless if the school gate was located in front of a train, or a plane, I felt they were all a bunch of lies!
Senior smoothly and naturally snatched two cans of drinks while skilfully avoided touching the Aborigine. He threw one can over to me, “You’ll get used to it after getting ran over a few more times.”
I’m pretty sure that sentence was supposed to comfort me, but no matter how I hear it, it feels very weird.
“I… I can’t understand what you guys are talking about.” I gathered my courage and finally yelled out, but as soon as my voice came out of my mouth, it turned into soft mewing sound, “School, school…”
What I wanted to ask is what kind of school is this? Everything was way above my ability to understand, including what they had just said. Senior raised his eyebrows, and he seemed to be thinking about something.
A few seconds later, the can of orange juice was put aside; the red eyes stared at me for a long time, “I want to ask you, do you know what Atlantis Academy is?”
What is Atlantis Academy? Isn’t it a super cheap rural school?
I wanted to say that but the red eyes were so frightening, so all I could do was I shake my head from side to side.
Senior snorted, the expression on his face changed into one of a ‘so I was right’ kind of expression.
“Dear student, you don’t even know what Atlantis Academy is and yet you dared to come and register in this school. You are truly courageous.” The Aborigine opened the can of drink and started drinking while smiling at me.
I’m not sure if I was being too sensitive, but that smile made me feel he was waiting to see a good show.
“Is it not a standard and normal school…?” It can’t be that it’s a school for underworld education?
Looking at senior and the Aborigine in front of me, there was a few seconds where this possibility almost became real in my mind.
“Atlantis Academy is… a school for people with special abilities.” Senior looked at me for a moment as if he was afraid it was hard for me to understand, so he made a gesture.
He placed his hand on top of the can of orange juice for a while. I thought he placed his hand there because it was getting tired, but suddenly, the can melted.
That’s right, it melted.
Below senior’s black gloved palms, the aluminium can which was enclosing the orange juice, rapidly melted like an ice was surrounded with heat. A few seconds later, what I saw was a mattress soaked with orange juice, and the Aborigine’s wail echoing in the room.
I was frightened; my eyes grew in wide circles, and my mouth hung open. My expression must be really amusing, just like seeing a real life ghost.
“Atlantis, it is a a school specializing in the development of special abilities.” Senior smiled. With the same cold smile, he said, “Welcome, junior.” The last two words seemed to be emphasized, as if he was grinding his teeth.
The lion head Aborigine took down the bed sheet dyed with orange juice with a sorrowful expression, “Welcome dear student, I’m the assistant of the health care center, Rollins Tyre. Chinese name is Feng Jiu.”
“Feng Jiu?” A very strange name.
I looked at the lion head Aborigine… Uh, it should now be Mr. Assistant. He looks nothing like a Phoenix (Feng), why didn’t think of naming him Shi Jiu instead.
[T/N: His name literally means ‘Phoenix Coffin’. Shi is the first character of the word ‘Lion’ (Shizi)]
I immediately remembered I have yet to introduce myself, “I-I’m Chu Ming Yang.”
I subconsciously glanced at Senior. He didn’t say anything and his sight was not focused on the two of us, but his sighted was directed at the other side of the window, as if his attention was attracted by something outside.
The lion head Aborigine recited my name a few times while mixing some words of another language I couldn’t understand. It was obvious he was probably complaining about the name, which was translated from Chinese into another foreign language, was abnormally difficult to pronounce.
Just as I turned around to look for that beautiful senior to approach him, no, I mean, to ask for his name, when a huge earth-shaking sound suddenly came from outside the window. If there was a metaphor used to describe it, it would be like the horrifying sound of the sky falling down.
I even felt the floor in here vibrating. The can of orange juice drank half-way by the lion head Aborigine, which was originally left aside, had been shaken by the vibration until it hit it floor. The thick orange liquid started to spread around the ground, making it look like the floor had suddenly opened its mouth and laughed.
The lion head Aborigine issued an echoing wail for a second time.
Then I suddenly thought that no matter if the sky’s falling down or if it’s an earthquake, now was not the time to stare at the Aborigine wailing, so shouldn’t we quickly find a place to hide, or evacuate from the building instead!?
* * *
“What are you doing?”
The second I grabbed onto senior’s hand, I was thinking of running out through the escape door, when a steely cold voice reached my ears. The owner of that palm issued an absolute warning, which seemed to assert that if I am still not willing to let go of his hand in the next second, he will cut off my hand. Since both my life and hands are just as important, I immediately let go.
Unknowingly, the loud sound had already stopped.
While under the gaze of that pair of murderous red eyes, I cowardly moved towards the window with a smile on my face, “I wonder what happened outside…” Changing the subject, I immediately open the shutters.
There was another advantage of doing this, that is, if senior rushed towards me, wanting to cut off my hand, I could try to block his attack and jump out of the window.
I was stunned with what I saw.
Just as I turned my head and looked outside the window, ensuring my escape route, the scene outside the window deeply shocked me. Thinking back, when I was hit by a MickD’s signboard, I wasn’t as shock as I was now.
In order to determine whether or not my eyes had been playing tricks on me, I firmly rubbed my eyes. I rubbed, and rubbed again. I continued to rub my eyes hard. Right in front of my very eyes, was the unimaginable truth. Which means, no matter how hard I rubbed my eyes even until I go blind, the sight I saw will continue to exist.
What I saw outside the window, was a cubic thing running past.
If that cubic thing was a rubik cube, I probably won’t be so shocked. The problem was, the thing that just ran past me was umpteenth times larger than a rubik cube. It also had doors and windows. The main point was, there were people inside.
To be more accurate, the cubic thing wasn’t running because it didn’t have any legs, it was actually “jumping” instead. I’m not sure if it’s accurate to describe it this way, but in short, what I saw was a chunk of cubic looking cement object flying and jumping around in extremely high speed movements, and then it rushed towards the brighter side in the other direction.
Each and every hop the object made would give out the same thunderous sound as before, and the echoes of the humming sound came from far away.
Suddenly, someone patted my shoulder. I mechanically turned my head back and saw the lion head Aborigine. He used a rather “silently praying” kind of expression to look at me, “Dear student, I wish you good luck.”
When he said that, what I saw the expression on his smiling face was of one who was waiting to see a good show, “The thing that just ran past, is your classroom.”
“Ah!?” I opened my mouth and gave off a huge, slow-witted and single toned query.
The block of cement had already disappeared from my sight for quite some time. The very kind hearted lion head Aborigine used his fingertip to knock on the smooth window surface, I looked further towards the direction that his finger was pointing to.
What I saw was a huge white building. I’ve never such a building before. It was glowing slightly with a pale white light. I wasn’t really sure what kind material it was made from. It was so pretty, similar to color of a silver moon.
However, the building had several hollowed out holes, making it look it rather irregular, and the inside of the holes revealed the ugly color of cement.
Just when I was stunned while looking at those holes, I was something else that almost scared the living hell out of me.
Lines were appearing on one of the flat corners of the pretty white building, in a rather cubical shape. After a few seconds, as if it was being pushed, the block of cube fell out of the white walls.
The thing that fell out was a cement coloured cube. As the thing landed, it issued a loud sound, the same exact sound I heard a moment ago.
A few seconds later, a similar block of cement cube ran past in front of me for the second time. While jumping, it was also emitting loud sounds and disappeared from my sights.
I was petrified. This was not a place for humans to stay in.
Chapter 4 : Health Care Center
If you’ve read manhua before, I’m sure you will be able to know the kind of expression that can be used to describe the current me.
Munch’s Scream, distorted by a hundredfold. (It probably doesn’t look anything close to a human any more.)
[T/N: It is a painting/pastel by Edvard Munch, entitled “The Scream”]
Oh God, oh God, oh God, oh God—! Mama! What the hell is this place—!
I want to go home! NOW! Immediately!
“Stop talking nonsense, that one was not his classroom.”
Senior’s voice drifted over to my ears, sounding rather careless and lazy, as if he was commenting about the sky being very clear today. I lifted my head to take a look, it was indeed a very good day…
Was this the point!?
As I maintained my petrifaction looking like a screaming statue, a knock came from the door. The Aborigine, who was nearest to the door, opened it. A slender figure flashed inside.
At that moment, I seemed to have smelt a strong bloody scent, which disappeared as soon as the door was closed.
The person who came in was an extremely familiar person.
She was the female senior whom I saw getting hit by a train, and was supposed to have died. But because I wasn’t able to find her corpse, I became the victim, instead. (Self-proclaimed reasoning.)
“Geng.” As soon as he saw the person, senior stood up and nodded slightly.
The female senior nodded her head politely in a similar manner, and then she looked at me, “Junior, we meet again.”
With her familiar gentle smile and alluring voice, she said “I’m Geng, from the University Department. If there are any problems, you are welcome to find me any time.”
At that moment, I involuntarily snapped out of my screaming statue status and immediately nodded.
Senior looked at me suspiciously, then he sneered and snorted coldly, “Geng, it came out.” He raised his right hand and pointed at his own eyes. Shocked by the fact, the female senior immediately covered her eyes and then laughed lightly, embarrassed.
I’m not sure if it’s an illusion, but for a moment I saw an unknown green light coming out of the corner of her eyes. However, as I tried to take a better look, I could no longer see it. Could it be that my eyesight was getting worse…?
“I actually came to tell you that the queue outside had already reached the other end of the corridor. So please do something about it.” This time, her gentle voice was directed to the Aborigine, who shrugged helplessly.
A queue? Was this health care center in such high demand?
Students were actually “queuing” for their turn… and I actually stayed here for such a long time. I suddenly felt a sense of profiting from this turn of event.
“Anyway they won’t run away, and it’s not like they’ll die if they wait for a while longer.” The Aborigine snorted.
“It’ll smell if left alone for too long.” Senior frowned with displeasure; he suddenly grabbed my hand, and started dragging me outside, “I want to bring this guy to his classroom for registration. You can deal with it at your leisure.”
‘It’ll smell if left alone for too long?’
When I’ve yet to understand what the sentence meant, senior had already dragged me away and using his other hand, and opened the main door of the health care center.
At that moment, when I described myself as a version of Munch’s Scream distorted by a hundredfold a while ago, I suddenly felt that it was actually too mild.
“AHHHHHH—!!!” I swear, even the dreadful screams issued by pigs about to be slaughtered definitely cannot be compared to the tragic shrill that came out from my mouth.
In the health care center, the Aborigine and the female senior, who were still discussing something, immediately covered their ears, lest the demonic sound would corrupt their brains.
However, senior, who was standing right beside me, was not so lucky.
While I was trying to comprehend what I saw, senior was stunned for a few seconds and didn’t move a single inch. My horrifying scream must have caused him to be so startled, that he didn’t know how to react.
“You, shut up!”
When senior recovered from his trance, he didn’t even take 0.1 seconds before making a move immediately. With his left hand, he gave me an extremely smooth and ruthless upwards slap just below my chin, almost causing me to suicide on the spot by biting my tongue.
Fortunately my tongue wasn’t between my teeth, so I only bit my lip and I saw some blood coming out.
“Wuwuwuwu…” I stared with my eyes wide open, with one hand holding onto my lip, which almost turned into a swollen intestine, and with the other trembling hand pointing at the spectacular scene.
Calling it spectacular would be too polite.
Those who had watched disaster or war based films, should have seen this type of scene; a long road filled with corpses or bodies of people who could not even utter a single sound due to suffering heavy injuries.
This particular scene was reflected on my eyes.
From the start of the hallway, just located outside of the health care center, was filled with several corpses. It was as if a massacre had just occurred in this place. However, the cause of the death of each corpse was very impressive. Almost every possible kind of corpses can be seen; some looked like they had been crushed, crushed into something unrecognizable. One could not make out the original shape from those pieces and lumps of meat.
I felt like vomiting, and then I really did vomited.
The next thing I heard was senior’s furious roar, and the next thing I saw was the familiar print of his shoe’s sole
Because I vomited on him.
* * *
I sat on a chair, paralyzed, while looking half-dead like a fish out of water. I finally understood what they had been talking about a few moments ago. The so called queue was actually the long line of corpses.
“Still alright?” the Aborigine assistant took a look at my condition while shaking the can of beverage he had just taken out of the refrigerator.
After I finished retching, I was again kicked back into the health care center while senior borrowed the health care center’s bathroom and clothes, while exuding a fierce and murderous expression. At the moment, he was still working hard washing up inside the bathroom.
I think he is a clean freak.
“Probably better…” I opened my mouth and spat out two words. I smelled the disinfectant flowing in with the air, and after a few seconds I started feeling nauseated again, making me want to vomit.
I felt an icy cold object touching my forehead. The can the Aborigine was holding was placed on my forehead, “Drink this and you’ll feel more comfortable.”
I looked at the can of beverage. This time I’m able to read the words on the can, it was in Mandarin, lemonade.
“In the beginning, people who were unaccustomed to this, would turn out just like you. But once you’ve seen this long enough, you’ll become immune of it.” The female senior, who might have been a victim before, smiled and said with a tone of someone with experience.
However, I suspect that even after I’ve seen it for a long time, I still won’t be able to get used to it.
After I opened the can and drank a few mouthful of lemonade, I finally felt my queasiness subsiding. The urge to vomit out my bile in every few seconds had stopped.
“Hey! Have you finished washing?” The assistant, who had unknowingly walked to the side of the door of the bathroom, readily used his hand to hit the door a few times, making lots of noise, “I want to start my work!”
So his work was actually collecting the corpses… I put down the can of lemonade and thought sincerely.
‘That’s not right! Where did those corpses come from?’
The cruel and strange fact connected straight away buffeting my almost depleted perceptual reaction…
“?%$%#%!” The bathroom door, which was originally closed, suddenly flew opened forcefully.
But please forgive me as I did not understand what senior said. I even suspected he spoke in an alien kind of language. As soon as the door opened, the silver-haired senior, who still had droplets of water on him, angrily roared at the assistant with those enigmatic sentences.
I’m not sure why, but I intuitively thought he was swearing and he didn’t want me to hear it.
Mama, I think we should have registered for the elite school. I was wrong.
“You look really pale. Are you still feeling sick?” Coolly hanging at the side with nothing better to do, the female senior kindly asked.
‘Nonsense, if anyone saw a line of corpses queuing up, how can anyone not feel sick.’
Once I thought of the “Battalion” I saw earlier, the sour sense of nausea started to appear in my throat again.
“If you vomit again, I’ll stuff the clothes you puked on right inside your mouth.” While tidying his clothes, senior coolly threw a horrifying and threatening sentence over to me.
I immediately covered my mouth with both hands desperately, even if I have to, I’ll swallow the vomit.
But then again, I have already vomited everything earlier, so the only things left inside my stomach was stomach acid and the lemonade.
“Don’t you want to go back to the hostel to change into a spare black robe?” Noticing he had changed into casual white clothing, the female senior raised her eyebrows and asked, “Being… seen in those clothes could be troublesome.”
“There’s no need, since this guy only has a half day of class today. After he has finished registering, I’ll be going off work.” senior gave me a look before coldly snorting twice.
I started to feel fear for my being.
While I was experiencing a thrilling and masochistic pleasure, senior, who was tidying his hair by tying it into a ponytail, suddenly turned his to me. Narrowing his red eyes, he stared at me for a long time.
Just as my fear almost went over 100%, senior’s good looking lips slowly moved, “Your mouth doesn’t hurt?”
“Ah?” I stared at senior with a dumbfounded expression.
The reason I was dumbfounded was not because of what he had said but because of the action of him tying his hair into a ponytail.
From the beginning to the end, I did not see him using a hair dryer and the time he took to come out from the bathroom and stand in front of me was more or less two to three minutes.
Excuse me; I would like to ask why his hair was dry?
Autologous evaporation? This was not funny at all.
However, if this school was indeed a school for nurturing special abilities, then from what was written in manhuas and light novels, it was very possible that he used his special abilities to dry his own hair in less than 0.1 second.
I had accepted this fact rather quickly. At least compared to the jumping classrooms, it was much easier for people to accept.
“Your mouth, really doesn’t hurt?” Senior narrowed his eyes while edging closer; suddenly his good looking face was enlarged making my heart skip a beat.
I was very afraid he would suddenly stab me with his hands because I had vomited all over him earlier.
Manhua always had these kinds of situation where an unarmed person could easily pierce through bodies.
“You must have bit it just now.” Senior stretched out his hand and touched my lip.
I suddenly felt the pain and remember a slap which almost caused me to bite my own tongue. I was probably too shocked that I didn’t react to the pain until just a second ago. Now that senior suddenly touched it, it felt really painful, “It hurts!”
And his hand felt really icy! SENIOR! Just like a block of ice.
I started suspecting he really was a Death God. Just to make me feel at ease in my process of going to hell, he lied to me about this establishment being a school.
“Crying out in pain just cause of this small wound, hmph.” The assistant’s voice suddenly resounded in my ears, causing me to remember about this number one person whom I’d forgotten about.
Then my line of sight was immediately moved to a higher position.
Correction, it’s not my line of sight moving higher but I was suddenly picked up by the assistant just as if I was a small chick.
“Se-senior!” Regardless of whether you are a ghost or a Death God, please save me.
I looked at senior, who was standing on the ground, and started issuing a wishful pleading.
Actually I shouldn’t have begged him because from the beginning, I had already predicted his action. As expected, senior, who had no conscience, snorted and turned his head away, completely ignoring me.
“Good boy, no need to be scared of this small injury.” In order to strengthen my confidence, the assistant issued some incomprehensible words.
The problem wasn’t because I was afraid of the pain, but I’m very scary of you, boss!
“Stop scaring him or else he won’t be able to register as a new student by today.” It was the female senior, who had a little more conscience, as she told the Assistant while still sitting at the same place.
Senior, although you only moved your lips but not moved a single step, I’ll definitely remember your kindness.
“I did not scare him. I thought you also had to bring a new student here, so why are you sitting there looking so free?” the Assistant threw me onto a chair and simply grabbed a bottle of medicine from the top of a trolley.
“What kind of medicine is this…?”
“Mine is already considered as a senior student. Since he came directly from a lower grade, he can easily handle it without me by his side. So I’m very bored now.”
Completely ignoring my question, the two of them began chatting.
But the Assistant did not forget what he was supposed to do while he was chatting. He took out a clean cotton ball, dipped it into a transparent paste, and in less than two seconds he had already finished applying the medicine. It felt icy cool and the pain immediately subsided.
What kind of medicinal paste is that? Is it effective?
“Here, take a look if there’s any other injured places.” In between chats, the Assistant threw a mirror over to me.
Puzzled by his words, I picked up the mirror and wanted to look at it perfunctorily. The second I looked into the mirror, both my eyes were wide opened. In the mirror, my injury had totally vanished, just as if I was never injured in the first place.
This is really too amazing!
I definitely have to ask what medicine it was since it was very effective. According to my daily rate of getting injuries, this should be considered as a daily necessity. I wonder, will there be a discount if I order it in bulk?
“Since his injury is fine, I’ll bring this guy to complete his registration.”
I was interrupted once again. Senior snatched the mirror from my hands and threw it back to the Aborigine assistant. Without asking for my opinion, he dragged me by my collar and walked towards the other direction.
“I…” I still want to ask where I can buy that medicine!
* * *
Senior took me through the back door.
This health care center is really huge; it even had something like a back door.
I didn’t bother asking for the reason, it must be because senior didn’t want to be attacked a second time by my vomit, so he decided to take the back door. I really don’t know if I’m supposed say he is kind.
Just as I was feeling a little touched, senior, who was walking three steps in front of me, suddenly stopped in his tracks. The silvery ponytail slightly swayed and stopped right in front of me, everything was so perfect.
Since everything was so perfect, so why did I scream?
The absolute imperfection was a huge cubic cement classroom that suddenly jumped past right in front of the two of us, which caused the ground to shake violently, and almost caused me to fall down.
The rumbling sound so similar to a thunder.
It’s only then that I realised, senior brought me somewhere with a big open space where I’m unable to see the end of an empty space. I was only able to see several cement cubes, that were said to be classrooms, randomly bouncing around inside.
With the rumbling sound like thunder, I quickly covered my ears in fear of becoming deaf.
Instead, senior did not even cover his ears; he crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at the pile of randomly jumping classrooms.
There was one second, and I said only that one second, in which from one side he looked like an assassin who wanted to assassinate those classrooms. Just like pictures in manhuas.
But even if he said he wanted to slaughter the classrooms, I think I wouldn’t be surprised. Because looking at him now, gave me that kind of feeling.
“What nonsense are you thinking about?!” I wasn’t sure when senior was standing beside me but he suddenly smacked me behind my head issuing a loud popping sound.
If it wasn’t because the location was not suitable, I suspect he would have kicked me, instead.
“No, nothing…” ‘I was just praising the classrooms and you, senior.’
After looking at me skeptically, senior turned his sights back onto the pile of cement-made blocks. He said with a very natural and relaxed tone. “I found your classroom.”
“What?” What did he say?
Chapter 5 : Burn! Classroom!
Time: ~3.00 PM (Provided by Senior)
“I’m not in the mood to joke with you.”
Just when I was about to smile casually and ask if senior was joking, in less than a second, senior had already spoken, and thus cutting off my fire of hope.
Oh God… In my entire life, I’ve never done any bad things to anyone. The only person whom I need to apologize to the most would be my mother (that’s because she had to often go to the hospital and pay for my medical expenses). So why did you have to make a fool out of me this way?!
The classroom senior pointed to was particularly vicious in its jumping. Estimated speed should be at least a hundred and twenty. The one issuing the loudest sound in the open space was the same classroom.
“Ah ha ha…” I’ll accept my fate.
Anyway dying earlier or later won’t make much of a difference. Being run over by a train or being crushed by a cement room, I would still die in the end…
Dragging my illogical footsteps, I headed straight for the open space but the senior on my side suddenly grabbed my hand, “Are you trying to take a step to ascend to heaven?!” His red eyes, as sharp as knives, were glaring at me.
“Aiya, since I’m already destined to ascend to heaven, one or two steps won’t make much of a difference.” I wasn’t sure of the reason but I suddenly had the urge to start joking!
Senior looked at me again, but this time it was obvious he was enduring his urge to kick me, “This empty space is actually Equinoctial Water. If you walk there, you’ll directly go to hell. You won’t even need to ascend to heaven any more.”
What, Equinoctial Water? I can’t even see one drop of water in the open space.
As if he saw through my doubts, senior took out a piece of paper from his pocket, “Shadows appear and soar in the sky.”
Then I saw the piece of paper, which suddenly started floating in the air and in an instant. The paper folded itself twice, becoming a pair of paper wings and flew towards the open space.
“So your level is still not good enough to see Equinoctial Water.” Smiling coldly, senior made it obvious he was waiting to see a good show.
As I was about to open my mouth to ask what he meant, the paper wings flapped and flapped, finally reaching the open space. Then it slowly descended onto the ground.
In a split moment, within the empty open space, there was a split second when the space was suddenly distorted. At the same time, the paper wings descended onto the ground, I saw a shark-like mouth issuing a “roar!” and then swallowed the paper wings.
What happened at that moment was clear with the sound in provided… The wings had disappeared.
However if I think about it clearly, if it was me who stepped on the open space, blood would have been sprayed all over the ground; according to the Nation Geographic Channel’s prediction.
“If you want to chase the classroom, you’ll need to use this.” A surfboard suddenly appeared in senior’s hands.
“…Oh, okay, I’ll go and buy one right away.” I totally won’t be surprised any more, not even a little. I’m very calm now; I won’t be surprised by anything anymore.
Even if senior suddenly got the classrooms to halt, sit down and shake, I won’t be scared.
Damn it, what kind of freaking school is this?!
“Buy one your head!” Senior glared at me again, and threw the white surfboard into the empty space. The miraculous board was actually floating thirty centimeters away from the ground, just as if there really were waves below it.
I felt like I could hear the sound of the ocean waves. Sunset, beach, coconut trees, such a perfect scenery. I wonder if Guinness World Records allows an application for “1 second of madness”.
* * *
“Look carefully, I’ll only demonstrate this once. This is how you’re supposed to use it.”
After one of his foot stepped on the surfboard, senior bent down, flipped open a compartment where the leash was kept. Senior then tightly grabbed onto the leash, with its length extending nicely up to his waist, “Just like this and you can start using it.”
I stood at the same spot, watching senior’s extremely neat actions and began suspecting if he uses the floating surfboard to chase after classrooms everyday…
“If it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have wanted to use this extremely ugly antique!” Senior roared at me.
Alright, I was wrong, he wouldn’t use it daily. But senior was senior. Even while standing on the surfboard, he exuded a certain level of coolness.
“Still not coming up?” Red eyes glared at me again, as if I’m still not up there in within the next second, he would most probably help me to implement a hairstyle as smooth as a high-speed highway by shaving it with the surfboard.
“Coming, I’m coming”
I’m really afraid of that unidentified shark mouth. The second I jumped onto the surfboard, I definitely felt the surfboard dipping downwards by a little and then it once again floated upwards with the wave.
The surfboard was very stable in senior’s hands. Totally different from the time when I went to the beach last year, where I capsized and directly sunk to the bottom of the seabed.
“Let me tell you this first, just in case you’re still unaware of the situation. In this school, everything with life has a name that binds them. Just like this board we’re riding on, it also has a name. When you need it, just call him, but after you’re done using it, you need to thank it, which is the basic etiquette.” Senior said calmly, and it seemed like he wasn’t joking.
“Ah?” So troublesome.
Senior looked at me and without changing his expression, “Don’t complain about it being troublesome. If it was you, if you were used and weren’t thank afterwards, you won’t be happy about it either!”
It made sense. But the problem was, “Senior…” I strongly suspected he knew what I was thinking. From morning till now, I felt like I had been stripped and was seen thoroughly by him.
“I have no interest in prying into your boring thoughts.” Snorting the air out from his nose, senior turned his head away.
You obviously heard it! This school doesn’t give the students their privacy!
“If you want the thing called privacy, then you’ll need to work hard to improve yourself. Now be a good boy and listen carefully!” One punch on top of my head, and without giving me any time to wail, senior continued his lecture about the surfboard, “This guy’s name is Silin. Before using it, you’ll need to say, “Please give me the speed of a Benz on this water, Silin”.
At that very moment, I felt the board at my feet starting to float a little, as if it was being propped upwards.
“Let’s rumble.” With just those those two simple words, after senior finished saying them, the surfboard suddenly acted like a crazy wild dog hit by a stone. Using less than half a second, it rushed away.
“Waaaaaaaahhhh—!!” I started suspecting that today’s school registration training is actually a screaming ceremony.
Damn it damn it, what the hell is this surfboard! Its speed was at least hundred and eighty. Ahhhhhhhh!
A sweet fruity aroma drifted over with the wind and into my sense of smell, but the current me, who almost had my face deformed due to the wind pressure, totally had no time to determine where the smell came from.
“Yaaaaaah—!!” Saliva was blown by the wind till it sprayed out, dripping onto the surfboard below.
“Damn noisy!” With the wind pressure came a fierce sound, I didn’t even take one second to stuff my hand into my mouth and firmly bite on it.
After one day of being together I deeply believed senior was a lot scarier. I cannot go against him.
“Silin, catch up to it.” Senior, who was pulling the leash to manipulate the direction, was still impressively standing upright. Even while I was squatting on the board, hugging onto his thigh or hanging onto his body, these actions were completely ignored.
I don’t want to play any more, I don’t want to play any more! Is there anyone who can take me home?! Ma, quickly help me drop out of school!
Just as my tears were about to appear and mix together with my snot, my collar suddenly tightened and my entire body was then pulled up.
“Look carefully, that room is your classroom.” The senior in front of me said, unsure of when he had already chased up to the huge cement block. His silver hair seemed to be like dried rice noodle as it kept falling on my face causing it to itch.
From inside a pile of hair, I saw an almost similar cement block thunderously jumping right in front and began to doubt my identifying skill, as I can’t even differentiate one classroom from another.
“Even if you are an idiot, each classroom has a doorplate above. Unless you are blind, then you won’t be able to see it.” Senior’s cold speech, which seems to be able to cut through one’s heart floated over.
This time I clearly saw them. On top of the jumping classrooms… were big hanging door-plates, swaying here and there as the classrooms jumped.
The top of the classroom reads: First Grade, C Department.
“This school’s class placement for each students are according to their abilities.”
Oh oh, so that means my ability wasn’t so bad. The alphabet was one of the first few.
“There are only three classes in each year.” Senior added this after a while.
* * *
Just when the two of us were getting closer to the classroom’s door, the detestable huge cement block suddenly did an emergency brake, fixed itself at one position, stood firmly, and then immediately turned around and ran at the opposite direction.
“Damn you!” Senior wasn’t planning to back down either, braking and standing firm in less than one breathing cycle, he then tightened the leash in his hands causing the surfboard to make a 180 degree turn. It was so quick that I almost became a meteor as I was almost thrown off.
Nevertheless, I still remembered I wasn’t a meteor, a meteor would at least punch a big hole on the ground. But if I was the one who flew down, I’ll most probably be the one to have a hole punched on my body by the shark’s mouth. Since I appreciate my life, I clung on to senior and wouldn’t let go.
Mama, I met a surfboard racing gang.
“Bastard, you’d better watch out!” Senior was clamoring at the classroom in front. It was obvious he was already intoxicated with the thrill of racing. In fact, I felt that motorcycle racing was nothing, really.
Once you’ve seen a person standing on a surfboard racing with a room, I believe you would think so too.
“Se-se-se-se-senior…” I said with trembling voice.
I wasn’t sure if it was due to “this looks fun”, but several unrelated classrooms that were nearby, suddenly crowded around. With booming sounds, they collided with each other in front of us and then bounced off. The collision raised a huge amount of dust in front of us where small broken pieces of cement were also present inside the dust.
“Shut up, hold on tight!” Senior, who was obviously a veteran in a battlefield, did not even bat an eyelid; the leash on his hands were turning left and right. The nimble surfboard was non-stop traversing like a snake while in the midst of a bunch of cement blocks colliding with one another, “Want to win against me with this kind of level, you’d better go back and practice more.”
I wasn’t sure who he was talking to, but my hunch was telling me he seemed to be… arguing… with the cement blocks.
The cement blocks that were left behind started a commotion by colliding into one big mess issuing an even louder sound. Then we continued to chase after my classroom again.
After settling the surfboard’s speed, senior turned around and said to me, “Hey, listen carefully, every one of the classrooms here each have their own names. Only when you call out the right name, they will then stop and allow you to enter.”
Good boy, please do not do this because turning your head while you are driving is a dangerous behavior.
“I, I, I, I, I understand…” Trembling voice.
Sighing, senior then began to speak: “Remember well, the name of this classroom is: Clothe in Moral, a wedge close to eminent, extending from west to west, a promise of C Ancient Block.”
A long string of words that I heard but did not understand.
“What?” What did you say? I totally didn’t get it at all. Was it even human language? What’s with the long string of words?
“Clothe in Moral, a wedge close to eminent, extending from west to west, a promise of C Ancient Block.” Senior repeated it once again but it was clearly written on the expression on his face that if I were to ask him to say it a third time, he will throw me off the surfboard.
I didn’t have the courage to call out the name of the classroom. But firstly I want to clarify one thing, “Excuse me, what would happen if I call the wrong name?”
“Nothing.” Senior’s answer was not what I’d expected.
Just when the two of us were at a stalemate, far away at the other side, another surfboard appeared and on top of it was a guy, who was wearing the school uniform, chasing after a classroom. Then he was shouting something out loud.
So the action of chasing after the classroom with a surfboard wasn’t limited just to us. For some unknown reason, I suddenly felt a lot more balanced.
“That fool called the wrong name.” Senior while still handling the surfboard, turned his head back. I followed his gaze and looked across.
The classroom the person was chasing suddenly stood still. I only used half a second to see a “#” mark appearing on top of the cement block. The cement block then immediately turned around (I think that’s what happened), and suddenly started sprinting across as it crazily chased after the student.
It was a horrible scene. My breathing and heartbeat stopped (Or so it felt).
Ju-just now, Se-senior, what did he say? What did he say?!
“There are always idiots who often called the classroom’s name wrongly.” At one side this sentence was thrown at me.
That cement block was like a crazed hungry dog that saw some meat on a bone and started to urgently chase after the student, causing the whole empty space to rumble with loud noises.
Then it become slow motioned. The cement block jumped up, fell down.
“Bam! Boom!” crashing down on top of the student.
“Oh right, if the name is called wrongly, the classroom will become mad.” Senior said while pointing at the cement block which still had a “#” on it. The cement block was still twisting left and right, venting its anger, “Most of them will react this way.”
Speechless. I really do not know what else to say. I had an amazing feeling… where I felt that my silent sorrow overwhelming my dishearten self. I suddenly knew where those crushed bodies in front of the Health Care Center came from.
* * *
I want to go home. I did not know how many times my past life had quickly flashed in front of my eyes. It seemed like I can even see my grandma, who had passed away last year, waving her hands on top of a cloud.
“Senior.” I resigned to my fate as I bit the bullet and called out to him, “I’m sorry I totally cannot remember.” Instead of being crushed to death by the cement classroom and then having a fate of a cockroach where I was then grind by a twisting cement block, I’d rather be kicked to death by senior, at least the sole of his his shoe looks a little friendlier and more petite in comparison.
“I know, because you are stupid.”
Such an extremely unhesitating speech, makes me feel really sad.
“I’ll demonstrate it once, for you to see. You’d better not be the one who’s crushed to death. It will be a disgrace to me, as your guide.” Adding two more sentences, senior pulled the leash causing the whole surfboard to glide to the right, and was then following right next to the door, “Clothe in Moral, a wedge close to eminent, extending from west to west, a promise of C Ancient Block, if you’re still not going to stop, I’ll tear you apart!”
I was pretty sure the teeth grinding, last part of that ruthless sentence, was not the classroom’s name.
Just as senior issued his final warning, the classroom suddenly shook twice, then looking like a ghost having cramps, the classroom shivered and slowly stopped moving.
The classroom’s door suddenly opened. Before I even had the chance to think about the problem of whether the Equinoctial Water will flow inside, senior, who was in front of me, had already moved behind me and kicked me into the classroom. He followed by jumping in.
“Ah, right.” I quickly turned around as I still remembered senior’s instruction, “Silin, thank you.” If this was the normal world, people would think I was crazy because I was saying my gratitude to a surfboard.
“Alright, quickly get into your seat.” Senior tugged at my collar and headed inside. Then the classroom’s door slowly, closed. The same moment the door closed, I seemed to have heard a sound.
“You’re welcome. Please do come visit us again next time.” The hoarse voice of an old man and the tender voice of a young child combined together making it sound really strange.
I’ve decided… It’d be better to pretend those voices were illusions.
Chapter 6 : Miao Miao
Estimated Time: ~3.20 PM (Provided by Senior)
After entering the classroom, I was prepared to accept my umpteenth shocking baptism. However, the surprise waiting for me inside the classroom was…
“Where are the people?” It was empty, except for two to three students.
Senior looked at the time displayed on his phone, and with a sigh, he said “It’s almost time to head back.” It was obvious we were extremely late, we couldn’t even meet the teacher.
A girl, sitting at the rearmost corner of the classroom, stared at us intently, the moment we entered the classroom. Uh, let me correct myself. It seems like she was staring at Senior. In less than a few seconds, the girl’s face exuded an expression of worship, with her face blushing bright red.
‘What kind of situation is this!?’
Due to the huge difference between the situation inside and outside of the classroom, I felt a little flattered. The inside of the classroom was actually very calm.
Speaking of calmness, it was only now that I realized the classroom, which was jumping up and down with such force that even the scenery outside the windows were also bouncing up and down. However, while inside the classroom, not a single vibration could be felt. It felt as if the classroom was totally isolated.
“Se-Senior.” The girl approached us, her hands were holding onto a folder where a few dozen sheets of paper were clipped inside, “You’re here to bring the new student to report?”
I carefully examined the girl. Very white and clean, slightly shorter than me by half a head, with a shoulder length, ironed hair like a cute dollish roll, slightly dyed golden. She was someone who would easily gain attention from others.
“Nn, Geng already told you about this right.” Completely ignoring the girl’s hopeful eyes, senior casually gave two perfunctory sentences, “Has roll call already ended?”
“Nn.” The girl was like a big toy puppy nodding her head with force, lacking only a wagging tail. It was very obvious she admires senior.
Just when I was thinking about it, I suddenly remembered that the inhuman senior knew how to peep into another person’s mind!
“I’ve already said I have no interest in peeping into your mind!” A dark a scary sentence was suddenly thrown at me.
‘Not interested, but you’re still eavesdropping!’
I immediately jumped three steps back, “The-then since reporting has already ended, can I go home now?” Mother, do you know how much your son misses you!?
This was the first time in my life that I’ve felt the world, where I thought I was really unlucky, was so amiable and lovely, and I’ve actually never realized her good sides. I was wrong. From now on, I’ll be a good boy and obediently become a very unlucky but ordinary person…
“The teacher said to have classmate Chu fill in these information.” The girl revealed a very sweet smile, and then she took out about four to five pieces of papers from the folder. On top were numerous messy black words, which looked like surveys to get the student’s basic information, “After you’re done, I will pass it to the teacher.”
There were three seconds where I was melted by her sweet smile. She was so cute when she smiled…
“Snap out of your trance.”
A punch landed on my head accompanying the cold words. I was immediately awoken due to coldness of those words, and came back to this cruel and otherworldly place, “I’ll fill it immediately, fill it immediately.” Under the glare of the bloody and ruthless eyes, I quickly dug out a pen and started filling in the student information.
“So classmate Chu’s guide was actually senior, I’m so jealous.” The girl began to chat with senior. It seemed like they’ve already met before this.
“Ahh, actually it’s an impromptu change by the school, else I would’ve declined being a guide.” Senior replied while glancing at me, who was still filling in the form.
“A guide is, a male or female senior, who helps a new student who has yet to understand the situation of the school. Either a high school students, or a college students are qualified to apply for this job.” Senior, who had been very generous in admitting he can peep into my mind, had once again peeped into my thoughts, against my wishes, and directly answered my question.
“So that’s how it is.” I filled in my basic information and turned to the third page, which contained some accommodation matters, “Umm, is it compulsory to stay in the hostel in this school?” Feeling doubtful because the place where I was hit by a train was actually pretty close to my house. Meaning every day, I just have to walk a small distance to the train station and get hit by a train to reach the school. So I don’t have to stay in the hostel, right?
“It’s not mandatory to stay in the hostel but I recommend you stay on campus…” Senior looked at the comments on the form and said to me, “Besides, the fees for staying in the school hostel isn’t expensive, that is, provided you have the ability to live here…”
The sentence he added at the end of his statement made me feel rather scared…
‘Have the ability to live here… it can’t be that if one wants to enter the room, one has to start wrestling with the room first?’ According to my experiences today, I think this has a two hundred percent chance to occur.
Senior smiled coldly, and I knew that he had already understood what I was thinking.
“Should senior, who is already at a high rank, should be able to stay in a hostel for free?” The girl, who was still smiling sweetly, continued look at senior with worshipping eyes, “Senior Geng said that students staying in the Black Robe residence are provided by the school for free.”
This time, senior did not answer my question nor was he offended by the girl’s words.
Was it a topic he didn’t want to answer?
“One day, you guys will also achieve the rank.” After a long while, Senior suddenly spoke with traces of a faint smile on his face. Completely different compared to the vicious person he was before.
I did not understand. Or rather, I didn’t understand why I’m standing here.
* * *
“Oh right, I’ve yet to introduce myself to classmate Chu.”
The girl turned towards me and smiled sweetly, “My name is Mikayla, family and close friends calls me Miao Miao.” She held up her palm and cutely clawed the air twice, “Because I always bringing my cat out with me, so everyone calls me Miao Miao.”
‘So she’s Cat woman?’ This was the doubt that appeared in my mind at that very moment.
In the sidelines, senior, who had the ability to peep into my thoughts, snickered. It felt like he was mocking me.
“My name is Chu Ming Yang. Uh, I think you already knew it.” I paused and began to try and recall if there was any beautiful nickname given to me, so I could ask the girl to use it to call me.
In the end I found I didn’t have one. Ever since childhood, my nicknames consist of nothing more than ‘Unlucky Ghost’, ‘Unlucky Star’, ‘Unlucky Guy’, No Star, etcetera. There were also some different editions of Unlucky Ghost, or even the final evolution of such nonsense, after filtering those names… I suddenly found out I have no better nicknames I can provide for Miao Miao.
A dozen black lines suddenly fell down from my head.
Unsure of whether I was a failure as a human or the failure was due to my fortune, but at that moment, I was very miserable.
“Then is it alright to call you Yang Yang?” Unsure of whether she’d found out my dilemma, the girl was still very generous with her sweet smile, while stating the nickname only used by my family.
“Yes, yes.” For some reason, I felt a little warmth in my chest.
At the same time I discovered that although Miao Miao looked like a Westerner, she actually spoke fluent Mandarin.
‘Does this mean this school is a school for highly gifted students? So everyone needs to know how to speak in many different languages?’
I suddenly felt the my future “Educational ladder” was going to be filled with darkness.
“Let’s leave those discussions for a later time.” Senior took the information I had just finished filling in and quickly flipped through it before passing it to Miao Miao, “Then this is the end of reporting for today. Next would be the commencement of the students’ actual classes, which will be a week from now…”
“Huh?” I froze for a moment, issuing a puzzled tone.
“What’s wrong?” Miao Miao looked at me with concern.
Just then, I discovered that Miao Miao’s eyes were actually dark green in colour, just like beautiful jades.
“Generally, isn’t it supposed to be about three days to one week of orientation for new students?” At least I’ve heard from my classmate that his was three days. Why is it only one day here? I don’t understand.
The two of them stood at my left and right, then looked at me.
After a long while, Miao Miao finally broke the silence by opening her mouth, “That’s, Yang Yang, if the school really wanted to conduct an orientation for new students, then three days won’t be enough.” Her shoulders shook as she said with a heavy expression, as if there was some classified intel.
I began to regret asking the question.
“Originally the school orientation was actually three days, but every time, on the first day, half of the students died. On the second day another half of what’s remaining died and there were also those who had minor and major injuries. On the third day there were barely any students who survived to come to class. Because of this, the school’s orientation was shortened to one day while the rest of the precautions were written on the booklet that came with the school admission notice.” Miao Miao gave me a very detailed explanation while disregarding my face, which had tragically turned white and then blue as if I had just met a ghost.
That is to say, if I had not fainted and was not sleeping in the Health Care Center for the most part of the day, the huge list of death would most definitely had my name written on it.
As my thoughts reached this conclusion, I felt my scalp tingling.
Great Merciful Buddha, thank you for your blessing. And thank you my Lord, thank you for your protection. To the sky full of Gods and Deities, thank you for only giving me bad luck but still gave me a rather immortal physique.
Senior looked at me again, red eyes flashing with a sneer.
“YangYang when you get home, you must read the booklet a few times, since new students are easily susceptible to accidents.” Miao Miao warned me.
In fact, without even being told by her, I regretted not reading the damn safety manual. For some reason, I intuitively knew the booklet would contain information about these supernatural phenomena. Not reading the booklet was my fault, I know…
“What else did his homeroom teacher say?” After the topic came to an end, senior asked Miao Miao.
“Ah, there is still Yang Yang’s form for elective courses.” Miao Miao hurriedly took out a small clipboard from her folder and stuffed it into my hands, “Yang Yang, our school is different compared to your previous school. The method to go to classes and choosing classes are completely different. After you’ve finished with the form for elective courses, just pass it to senior and ask him to send it back.”
I took a look at the pieces of papers inside the small clipboard, my eyes were almost blinded.
“There are thirty classroom-based courses, you are allowed to choose your courses within the given timeframe.” Standing at one side, senior explained, “In addition, there are 108 Advance and Special Courses, some are dependent on your experience and ability before you are allowed to apply for those classes. So it’s enough if you just take a look at the basic courses.
Definitely only basic courses.
I actually saw a course called “Anatomy for Demons” in the list of basic courses! What the hell was that?!
“That’s, are there any… more normal…” I swallowed my saliva and asked. The familiar language and math classes were nowhere to be seen?
On the top was a course with something to do about Dialogue with Corpses, Wandering Soul, How to Eavesdrop.
What kind of courses are these!? These should be courses for high school students, right?!
“Miao Miao chose some elective courses, which is Classical Mandarin Class.” Miao Miao happily came over and said to me and then I saw the course called Mandarin Language in the dense elective courses form, “As well as Foreign Language Class and Art Class. Yang Yang, do you want to go to the same classes together?”
Indeed, I saw some more normal classes in the elective courses form.
Miao Miao leaned next to me, causing my heart to beat a little faster. You should know that for unlucky guys, it’s very rare for girls to take the initiative to get closer.
“For basic courses, Miao Miao remembered senior seemed to have chosen the Eight Major Languages last time. Does YangYang want to try choosing it too?” Miao Miao looked at Senior very respectfully for a few moments as she asked me the question.
“Ugh, there’s no need.” I don’t want to be compared to a Ghost.
With a “pop” sound, senior smacked me directly behind my head.
He’s eavesdropping again!
“Senior did you choose any basic courses today?” Miao Miao asked while looking at senior who suddenly made an action without saying anything.
Tilting his head to one side to think, Senior nodded, “Mausoleum.”
I looked at the form for elective courses, there was one practical course with the name Mausoleum. The name sounds like really bad news.
But there was something else I wanted to confirm, “Huh? Students from different grades are allowed to choose the same elective courses?” Shouldn’t senior be a year higher than me? Because he’s one year older than me, shouldn’t second year students have their own courses?
“Nn, we all have the same curriculum.” Miao Miao nodded firmly, “Only classroom-based courses are different for each grade, but elective courses are mixed together.”
I guess that explains it.
Holding onto the elective form in my hands, these courses definitely didn’t need to separate the students from different grades, because these courses were definitely not something that humans can cope with.
“Every Wednesday, we need to go back to our own classrooms for a meeting, and then there’s clubs and societies. So there are no classes on Wednesdays. Only in the morning, we have to make sure to be in the classroom, and in the afternoon we are free to participate in our own community activities.” Miao Miao conscientiously explained to me.
I flipped to the club activities on the third page.
After I saw the name of the club being “Capturing Evil Spirits Club”, I used less than half a second to slam the book shut. I think I wouldn’t be joining any communities. Really!
* * *
“That… can I choose the same basic course as senior?” I sheepishly asked senior, who was next to me. His eyelids were half closed as if he was going to fall asleep.
I-if I plan to study here, I only said if! If my brain was busted and needed to continued to study in this freaking school, as much as possible, I hope I can be in the same class as senior, because he looked really strong. I did not want to become one of those people who were “queuing” outside the health care center.
Senior looked at me and he should have already known what I was thinking about, “Up to you.”
I didn’t hear any teeth gritting in in his words, so it should really be up to me then.
“Then Miao Miao wants to be in the same class as senior too.” Miao Miao quickly jumped back onto her seat where there was a cute white rabbit bag on one side. She took out a similar clipboard and flipped it open, and started writing, “And I also wants to be in the same class as Yang Yang.”
Wuu! Such a cute girl. The girls in my previous school were all identical tigresses, either that or they will start shouting and booing at every turn about a boy liking a girl. And then a chalked line will be drawn after, thinking they were the type of girls who were extremely pretty. There wasn’t any girl like Miao Miao who gives of a such a fresh and cute feeling.
If I were to ask my mother to help me drop out of school, I’ll really miss Miao Miao.
An icy hand suddenly rested on my shoulder. Then it was an icy cold breath.
It really felt similar to the time when our class was staying outdoors during our class tour, where I was being pressured and harassed by a ghost — that type of coldness.
“… After entering this school, before you finished schooling, you are not allowed to take a long leave of absence or drop out…”
“Whoa!” Covering my ear, I ran forward a few steps and then turned my head to see senior standing at his original position while crossing his arms and looking at me with a smile, but his eyes weren’t smiling at all. Miao Miao was also staring at me with big eyes in an odd manner, as I suddenly started screaming and running around.
“Otherwise you’ll be cursed by the school.” Just now senior, who was the ghost whispering into my ears, snorted twice and used a gloating tone to answer.
“Wh-what curse?” I gathered my courage and asked loudly.
“You’ll know that after you are cursed.” A very clear and simple answer.
“…” This really is nonsense.
From one side, Miao Miao, who had finished changing her electives, took out a small silver pocket watch, “Yeah, it’s already so late, senior still needs to send Yang Yang back right? Because the school shuttle transport had already left a long time ago. Miao Miao has to go out to work already.” She hurriedly tidied up her things and promptly revealed an apologetic smile, “So that’s it, Yang Yang let’s meet up again after the classes start.”
Before I could return the courtesy, she had already taken her bag and rushed out. Just as Miao Miao opened the door, I suddenly remembered, “It’s dangerous!”
I remembered that the classroom was jumping around on top of the shark’s mouth. Miao Miao waved at both of us and in the next second she jumped out of the classroom’s door. I wanted to run over to stop her, or she’ll be crushed into mud by the classroom.
“Stop running around.” Senior frowned and grabbed my rear collar with a strangely large force. I couldn’t even take one step forward. I was only able to see the scene where Miao Miao was jumping and directly falling downwards.
“Ah…” My eyes opened wide. Just as I thought that Miao Miao would become a mashed cat, I saw something that could cause my eyes to roll out.
A huge white cat, which was as big as single story building, came rushing past from outside the classroom and then it emitted a loud meowing sound “Meow~~”.
Hanging on the top of the cat’s neck was something that looked like a leather seat. Miao Miao was sitting on top of it while waving goodbye.
In just half a second, the cat had flown past. I saw nine bushy tails swishing past the classroom’s door and windows, then following the thunderous sound of its footsteps, it disappeared.
“Hahaha…” Miao Miao was probably not a human either, I think.
‘What the hell was that huge cat!? A demon cat?’
I immediately thought of the monsters that often appear in Japanese manga.
“That is White Cat King, Suya, Mikayla’s family mount.” Senior loosened his grip and snapped his fingers; the classroom’s door automatically slammed shut with a bang. The inside of the classroom immediately quietened down.
I looked at the scenery outside which was still madly jumping around, and then I looked at Senior.
I wasn’t sure what I should say.
‘White Cat King… Cat King*…’
[T/N: Cat King is the same as Elvis Presley’s name in Mandarin.]
“Isn’t Cat King the guy who’s really good at singing?” I laughed as I spat out this sentence.
“…” Senior looked at me with a very complex expression. I knew what he wanted to do.
“F***!” This time, he kicked my ass.
Chapter 7 : An Uninvited Guest
Time: 5:30 PM
It was currently dusk.
After experiencing a whole day similar to a horrific nightmare, I was currently standing outside my house.
In fact, I didn’t know how I got back to my house. About a second ago, I remember senior telling me to close my eyes, afterwards, I felt the wind whistling by for a few seconds. But when I opened in my eyes, I was already outside my house.
If I wasn’t holding on to the folder of the elective courses form, I would really have thought I had met a ghost.
“Why are you standing in front of the door?”
A voice suddenly called me from behind. When I turned around, I immediately saw my older sister standing behind me with an expression of someone looking at an obstruction on the road, “Either you go in quickly, or get out of the way. Don’t just stand there and block the path.” On her hand, was her bag of swimwear. It seemed like she had an appointment to go out for some water sport today.
I’m so jealous. Today I actually went to a strange school and was being made fun of.
A small gift box was suddenly placed in front of me.
“Take it.” A box of cake appeared in Ming Yue’s hand, which was also from one of the famous dessert houses that was introduced by newspapers and magazines, “Ma had something to do in the evening, she’ll buy something for dinner later. You can eat this first.” She then walked passed me, opened the door, and walked into the house.
I looked at at my sister’s back, and then glanced down at the box of cake. It was white, and on top were some silver curls, which kind of looked like senior’s hair.
I’m home. There was a feeling of being relieved. I quickly followed inside, and closed the door after entering the house.
The house decorations were just the same as it was in the morning when I went out, with absolutely no changes.
“Why do you have such an exhausted expression?” My sis turned her head to look at me, she then threw her bag onto the sofa and headed to the kitchen to make tea, “It can’t be, was your orientation today had something to do with running in the field?”
I’d prefer running in the field.
But if I said I was surfing on an open space while chasing after my classroom, no one is going to believe me. Chances are, in addition to having ‘Unlucky Star’ as my nickname, I’ll have ‘Delusional’ added to it.
However, I felt like the time flew by really quickly today. Running and chasing, and in just an instant, it was already in the past.
When did my time pass by so quickly? Even during school hours, everyday was the same boring process.
“Is the school alright?” Ming Yue came out of the kitchen, holding on to two cups of honey lemon tea. She left one cup in front of me, for me to drink while I was eating cake, “Ma was mumbling the whole day about being afraid that as soon as you start school, she’ll receive news of you being seriously injured. She spent the whole day right next to the phone or waiting for her cell phone to ring.”
I looked at Ming Yue while opening the box of cake.
Indeed, I was almost seriously injured, but maybe it was because of senior, who was next to me the whole day that, today set a new record for having the most scares, but I was totally unscathed.
I was very surprised.
Inside the box was a pudding cake, the sweet scent of the maple syrup filled my entire nostrils. It’s only now I realized that after being frightened for the whole day, I’d not eaten anything. I only had a couple of drinks at the assistant’s place, so I was feeling extremely hungry.
“Yang Yang, you… aren’t planning to drop out, are you?”
Pthu! I was swallowing my first bite when I heard my sis’s question. I almost choked to death.
I was wrong. Even if I’m not in school, there’s another ghost at home. After being frightened, I totally forgot about it, “I-I’m not!”
Actually I was, but there was no way I will admit it to my sis.
“You’d better not. Although the tuition fee was cheap, but it’s still money. You better not waste money.” Ming Yue narrowed her eyes and stared at me while snorting twice.
At that moment, I saw the image of the sis and senior overlapping. In fact, it would make much sense if she was senior’s reincarnation!
* * *
Two days had passed after the school orientation, and my daily life as an unlucky person was unusually calm.
I originally wanted to call my mom to quickly help me drop out of school, but for some reason, after what my sis had said, I dared not mention it to my mom, not even one word. All because I was very afraid my sis would strangle me to death.
“Yang Yang, go and help me buy a packet of salt.” My mom, who was currently tidying the lunch dishes in the kitchen, hollered at me.
“It’s finished already?” I quickly ran down from my room upstairs, and saw my mother wiping her hands while taking out a five hundred dollar* bill and passing it to me.
[T/N: $500TWD (New Taiwan Dollar) is a approximately $17 USD]
“It might not be enough for dinner, so go and buy a few packets. If you want to buy some popsicle, buy one for your sister, too.” After she finished giving her instructions, she went back into the kitchen and began her preparations.
My Ma loves the kitchen, and loves cooking even more. I’m not bragging, but her cooking’s a lot better than famous chefs.
“Ah, right, Yang Yang.” Ma, who had already took out a bag of flour, suddenly called out and stopped me at the entrance, “I found a cell phone in your dirty clothes a few days ago. Whose cell phone is it?” Hanging on her hand was that free of power-charging cell phone that was similar to senior’s, and the battery bar was still rather full.
Immediately rushing towards her, I quickly took back the phone, “It’s nothing, and this belongs to my school’s senior. A few days ago I borrowed it to make a call and forgot to return it.”
Mom gave a puzzled look, “Who’s so careless that they can forget to take back their phone?” However, she hadn’t planned on asking about it any further. After returning the phone to me, she went back to her kitchen to continue her big project.
“Hahaha…” I gave a hollow laugh; I’d totally forgotten about the matter of having this cell phone, “Right, where’s sis?” I haven’t see the devilish woman for the entire day.
“I heard she went for movies with her schoolmates.” My Ma said from the kitchen..
That’s nice. These few days I’d been hard at work reading the school manual, but the more I read, the more frightened I became.
I don’t really want to study any more… I don’t really want to use my life to study any more… It’s too horrifying.
Suddenly felt this world was extremely cute. I wasn’t sure exactly how many times I’d been thinking this way in the last few days.
After wearing my shoes, I opened the door. There was someone standing outside my door and it wasn’t my sis.
It was a man in white clothing, with neat and short black hair. He gave me the creeps with his perfectly straight and long bangs, and under it were a pair of gray eyes, which were horrifyingly cold; as cold as ice. Even his completely white clothing that covered his whole body looked like what a person would wear after they were reborn.
The person did not even smile, giving of a feeling of a lifeless doll.
I started having goose bumps. So my next action was, slamming the door shut.
There are especially more weirdoes this year!
* * *
“So you are Chu Ming Yang.”
Just as if the voice was just brought out of the freezer, it floated from behind my head. So cold that my scalp was tingling.
“Whoaaah—!” When did he follow me in!?
I stared with bulging eyes at the ghost (for now, let’s address as such) who was standing behind me. He stood at the entrance with his cold eyes looking at me. I felt the hair on my body standing like pins and needles.
This person was more like a ghost compared to senior!
“Yang Yang, why are you shouting outside?” My Ma’s voice was coming from the kitchen.
That’s right! Ma was still at home!
I was afraid that she will get frightened, and then I opened the door and rushed outside. Sure enough, the ghost followed me out.
“Yaaaah—!” I met a ghost again! I met a ghost again! Damn it. Why is it that not only am I unlucky, I still have to encounter ghosts on so many occasions. What kind of unluckiness is this?!
I broke off in a stride. I desperately ran I ran with my life depended upon it. However, the white clothed ghost was nonchalantly running beside me without any effort. The main point was his expression did not change even a little!
Or is it because its face was covered with quick-dry glue, making it so that it can’t even have cramps on its face!
After using the fastest speed I could muster in my entire life to run for five minutes, I turned at a corner and came to the bridge on top of the drainage. There was a person walking across it from the other direction; the lucky student who was admitted into the engineering school.
“Ming Yang!” As he soon as he saw me running towards him, he happily raised his hand and waved at me.
I’m sorry dear student, but I’m not looking for you!
Just as I was intending to run past him in a straight line, the lucky student suddenly grabbed hold on me, “You’ve run too far off, are you being chased by a dog or something else again? Do you need me to help you chase it away?” He kindly asked me, who stopped and was currently panting hard.
“I, I’m being chased by a person!” I opened my eyes wide, the ghost had stopped just beside that classmate.
“Right next to you!” I yelled out loud, pointing at the right side of him.
“Next to me?” That classmate turned towards the place I pointed to, with an extremely puzzled look and then he slowly turned his head back to look at me, “Ming Yang, did you see it wrongly? There… is no one next to me?” A completely incomprehensible tone.
“Huh?” ‘It’s clearly right beside you.’
Just as I was thinking the thing that was chasing me was actually really a ghost and my classmate would naturally not be able to see it, the strange ghost had already stretched out his hands towards me.
I heard the lucky student’s voice becoming further and further away, as if we were separated by layers of film.
That face was already stuck right in front of my eyes. Under the black hair, I saw that dead gray eyes staring straight at my eyes, his pupils started enlarging right in front of my eyes.
Then, I saw… There were actually two pupils in each of his eyes!
Damn it he really was a ghost!
“Ming Yang?” That classmate’s voice floated over as if we were one galaxy apart.
‘Stop calling me! Because I can’t really hear you properly!’ I wanted to yell out these sentences but, I was completely unable to bring out my voice.
According to manhuas, light novels, television, movies, etcetera, this was definitely the crime scene where one was being possessed by an evil spirit.
I couldn’t even move an inch. I could only burst out in cold sweat while staring at the four pupils. What the hell do you want to do?!
“Found you.” The mouth of that face that was stuck in front of me, opened and closed while spitting out cold breath and also…
Damn you dead ghost, how long have you not brush your teeth!
“Found you… offspring of the Dark Cult Clan.”
* * *
I heard a loud scream coming from that classmate, sounding really far away, and the distance between me and the ghost’s pupils that was in front of me, was slowly being pulled apart. To simply put it, I understand I was currently falling down.
That damn four pupil ghost pushed me. I started falling backwards off the bridge while noticing the figure of the ghost and my ex-classmate was gradually getting smaller.
I remembered that the water in the drainage was seriously contaminated and also very smelly. I wondered, if I get sent to the hospital this time, will I be splashed with disinfectant first?
Being very experienced in this, I forcefully closed my eyes, waiting to hit the smelly water and inhale the horrible smell, in addition to getting injuries due to being washed away by the water. I’ve always been unlucky each and every time…
Just as I felt the pressure of the smelly water floating on top of my head, the surrounding wind seemed to have quieted down.
I knew what was going on, the legendary “many years of my life flashing by” had appeared with a dazzle.
Then I opened my eyes, getting ready to wave to my grandmother, who had passed away a few years back and was always floating on clouds, waving at me, and then we’ll start by greeting each other.
A pair of purplish gold-coloured eyes was suddenly reflected in my eyes.
It was a child. A very white and tender little child.
Shortly cut black hair, a very classical facial feature, exquisitely set in that tiny white face. Under his face, he was wearing an Ancient China robe. On the top half, he was wearing a Scholarly robe with long sleeves, and on the bottom half, was similar to an armor Warriors normally wore.
Don’t ask me why I knew this. I knew because my grandmother loved opera so I did some reading regarding it.
The child was standing on the wind, while I was awkwardly hanging upside down in the air.
The landscape around us suddenly turned grayish-white in color. Everything in the surrounding had become colorless, even the bridge and my ex-classmate had been drained of their color. They had all became silent and unmoving.
To be truthful, seeing this kind of situation in a manhua didn’t give me much of a feeling, but seeing it in real life and seeing a human fading in color was really disgusting to the max.
“I have set a barrier, so don’t worry about it.” The small child spoke with a milky voice, a very old-fashioned way of speaking, “Please hurry up and get ready to engage with the enemy.” Both his hands were hanging at his side, his long sleeves reaching up to his knees, just like the lengthy sleeve of an actress in an opera.
[T/N: The way the child said “I” is very archaic. Similar to Middle and Old English: ik, ich, ic, ih.]
I wonder what this child would do when he needs to use his hands.
‘Wait a moment! What did he say just awhile back?’
“The enemy has arrived.”
‘Engage the enemy!?’
I looked up and saw the only thing that didn’t fade in color: the evil spirit jumping downwards and rushing directly towards me, “What am I supposed to use to engage the enemy with!?” ‘My shoes?’
My whole body, from top to bottom, the only thing lethal was the shoes under my feet, because I could take it off and throw it.
With a boom, the evil spirit had landed on the air-platform we were standing on. I saw the invisible air under our legs vibrating for a moment, almost causing me to fall down.
“This is the Ghost King’s underling. Please determine the course of action to engage the enemy.” The child, who floating in mid-air, looked at me with purplish-gold colored eyes, “I have already set up a barrier so it wouldn’t affect the surrounding people and things, do not worry.”
‘Then why did you not just isolate yourself with him!’ I was screaming inside my mind. ‘And what the hell is a Ghost King?!’
Not giving me any time to think, the evil spirit stood right in front of us, using his four pupils to stare at us gloomily. His mouth twisted into a big smile, a really big smile, because the edge of his mouth was slit opened all the way to the bottom of his ears. Thick black blood flowed out from his opened mouth, the entire space was filled with a foul smell. The smell was worse than the water in the drainage.
The child raised one of his hands, and I saw the phone that was in my care, floating in front of his sleeve. A ringing sound could be heard. The phone actually started to automatically dial by itself!
“Chu Ming Yang doesn’t have the ability to fight back. In the midst of dialing for a black robe.”
I wasn’t really in the mood to find out whether the child had dialed to find someone to have a chat with because the evil spirit’s mouth was opened wide, revealing numerous white teeth. With his hands and legs on the ground, he started issuing a whirling and strange panting sounds while staring at me.
It was not a human’s posture, it’s a bestial action.
“You, you, you, you, you, you—… go away!” My voice was quivering waving my hands. Suddenly, I felt that being bitten by wild dogs was so much better. No matter what, I don’t want to be bitten by a wide open-mouthed man.
I absolutely had no idea what was happening at the moment. And here I was thinking that I could live peaceful life in Taipei after returning from school, even for just a short period of time.
However,… What’s this thing? It was obviously not a damn human!
“Hu… huhu…” The evil spirit beast man (for now, let’s address him as such) was squatting on the floor and issuing a sound similar to a perverted guy who calls during midnight, with all his four pupils were staring at me.
I was very scared.
The child suddenly turned around, and it was obvious he had already finished talking on the phone. The purplish-gold eyes looked a bit weird.
“Readying for ghost swallowing, three, two, one.”
I did not have the time to realize what the ghost child was trying to do. In about half a second, I saw something I shouldn’t have seen.
That ghost child with purplish-gold eyes suddenly opened his mouth wide, opened, his, mouth, wide. His whole mouth was bigger than the width of the bridge.
I was scared silly, and I believed the evil spirit beast man was also scared silly.
“Swallow.” As soon as the command was issued, I witnessed the evil spirit being eaten by the ghost child.
Everything looked so natural.
“AHHHHHH—!!” I don’t want to play any more!
After the ghost child had swallowed the evil spirit, he licked his lips and his mouth turned back to its original size, “Enemy annihilated, removing barrier.”
Removing? Wait a minute, the drainage is right below!
At that moment the ghost child disappeared with a pop, like a bubble, right in front of me. It didn’t take half a second to immediately prepare myself to fall into the drainage. But the strange thing was, I didn’t drop into the drainage with a “plop”, lost consciousness, or was sent to the hospital to wake up to a room filled with the smell of disinfectant. I fell onto the ground and I heard the cry of the lucky student from far away.
Opening my eyes, I was surrounded by soft green grass. The place was some distance away from the bridge, somewhere upstream. The place was less smellier and the whole area was covered with grass.
The wind blew, bringing the smell of green grass.
“Was it fun?”
Following the sound, I turned around and looked across. Unsure of when senior arrived, but he was already standing there, waiting for me.
Chapter 8 : Decision
Time: 6:00 PM
As the sun was setting, the entire area was dyed bright red. I sat on a bench in a park. Although it was a lot safer now, being chased by a ghost and then pushed off the bridge, these incidents caused my hands to shake uncontrollably.
The phone had also unknowingly returned to me.
“Take it.” An icy cold beverage can was held at one side of my face. I quickly took it, raised my head and saw senior, who had walked over to the side of the vending machine and bought two cans of fizzy drinks, had already returned.
“That thing from just now…” After I’ve integrated all the questions in my mind, plus the things I’ve read from manhua, I came to a conclusion, “This can’t be a damn test for new students, right?!” This was the most likely outcome or it would have been impossible for the ghost child to appear at the right time in my neighbourhood, while telling me to engage with the enemy and what not.
“I’m not that bored.” Senior, who had opened the can and drank a mouthful, threw a cold remark. His expression also seemed to be rather foul and, he was wearing the long black clothing he was wearing when I first met him at the train station. “Didn’t Tong Lang mention that the thing was the Ghost King’s underling?”
Oh right, the ghost child seemed to have said something about that evil spirit being some king’s underling. I mused over the time when I was being chased by that evil spirit, who was totally ignored, but was elated with his one sided conversation.
“What is a Ghost King?” I only know of a Ghost King Zhong Kui, but I’m not a little ghost, so for what reasons did he have to order his underlings to get me?
[T/N: A figure of Chinese Mythology. Traditionally regarded as a vanquisher of ghosts and evil beings, and reputedly able to command 80,000 demons. – Wikipedia]
“…It’s the most powerful ghost.”
… I really don’t understand the answer senior had given me.
“Really.” Senior stood up and threw the emptied beverage can into the recycling bin. The sunset was reflected off his silver hair — a shining bright spot of light. For a moment it felt like his hair was dyed red with blood, so dazzling that it made one feel like it was an evil being, “No matter which world you are from, there will always be spirits, ghosts, demons, devils,etcetera.”
“Ah, ah, I understand.” Those kinds of big monsters always appear in Manhua and movies.
“It’s also practical if you use those things as a reference. Those things are affected by the region, psionic, ley lines, etcetera. These different types of factors will cause them to band together, and the leader they revere will be the king or, have some other titles.” Senior did not refute my thoughts but gave a little affirmation, “Ghost King is the revered leader of some certain region of dead people. The thing you thought of just now was already a little deified, which is considered as a type of ghost God, but the Ghost King that’s after you is not acknowledged… in other words, it’s what you guys would call the head of the evil spirits.”
I was starting to get a little dizzy listening to senior, but I got a hint of what he was trying to say.
“Also, there are several Ghost Kings, one who was after you earlier was Evil Ghost King, Bishen.”
I’ve never heard of it before.
Lots of questions were flashing through my mind, but the question I currently wanted to ask the most was something else, “So why is the Ghost Whatever King after me?” I remembered the recent most earth-shattering thing that occurred to me was chasing the classroom and the line of corpses, but I’ve not had any encounter with ghosts.
“… It was attracted to you because of your bad luck.”
“I’m very sorry. I know I’m very unlucky.” It’s even worse now, even ghosts wanted come and chase me.
Senior looked at me, “Don’t worry, you are not the first one to be chased.” He said, “Your life energy was changed because of the school. Your personal ability will slowly be drawn out, so in the future, the rate of these kinds of occurrences would most probably only increase and not decrease.”
“Ah?” Would only increase and not decrease?
Ma, ah! Why was it that only I have to experience these things? I just want to be an ordinary person and finish my unlucky person life. Ah, why do I have to start being chased by ghosts?
“Do you really think you can be an ordinary person?” Senior looked at me, his red eyes suddenly turning sharper, “The school definitely did not make any mistake by allowing you to apply into this school. It’s only people, with special abilities, are able to apply into our school. Even if you are not going to study at our school now, the ability of yours will still slowly increase with your growth. Being chased by ghosts was something that would have happen in just a matter of time.”
I didn’t know why but, I think senior seemed to be a little angry. Although he didn’t seemed to be very happy the entire time either. I knew he could hear what I was thinking.
The whole area gradually quieted down.
Senior was silent for a long time before he said slowly, “You, will one day understand the meaning of this sentence.”
I looked at senior, and the gear of my thoughts started moving faster.
It was exactly like what senior had said. What if by some unlucky chance I really had some unknown ability (and maybe the ability was called Millennium of Bad Luck, or something similar), and even after a period of time, the ghost would still come and chase after me.
I remembered that today, the ghost presumptuously intruded into my house, almost causing my mother to be involved in this. I wasn’t too willing. I don’t want my family to be involved in this because of this reason.
If I was destined to be unlucky, I would rather be unlucky just by myself, since I’m already used to it. But, if next time a lot of ghosts come rushing into my house, what am I supposed to do?
I looked at senior, there was a determination slowly forming in my mind. They had said earlier that Atlantis was a school to help with the development of special abilities. It was the very same school I was currently registered to study in.
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“Hush.” Just as I’d wanted to say something after spending a long time thinking, senior suddenly raised his finger to his lips and narrowed his red eyes, “They’re here again.”
I’ve still yet to understand what it was that he had said was here.
“There.” Senior raised his hand and casually pointed at one direction. I skeptically looked across, and was stunned. Its clone was here, and he even took a whole lot of comrades and covertly came here.
“That, that, that, that—” The nightmare from earlier was back again. Those gray eyes that lingered right in front of my eyes. Even, I, myself, knew I was stuttering very badly, even my breathing had increased in speed.
A group of around a dozen of those gray-eyed beings emerged from the direction of the public toilet. There were males and females, with their mouth were sli