Why Are the Psychos Obsessed with a Mere NPC?
Chapter 14: Dead.

Chapter 14: Chapter 14: Dead.

They finished dinner and returned to school just as it got dark.

Ling Yanzhi carried Jian Yu up to the second floor of the villa.

Glancing down slightly, he could see the trending school post on Jian Yu’s Star Brain.

He smiled playfully. "Nicely shot."

In the morning, it was a photo of Sheng Yue carrying Jian Yu to the nurse’s office. By the afternoon, it had been replaced by a video of him flying through the air with her.

Ling Yanzhi’s words were teasing, but there was no laughter in his eyes. "The guys you’re seen with change faster than outfits."

"..." Jian Yu’s mouth flattened into a line. Her expression was blank.

She had no interest in looking at the photo. Her attention was focused on the comments from people planning to test her.

Some were even inciting others to cause trouble for her tomorrow.

First, there was Sheng Yue, then Ling Yanzhi, and in between them, Pei Yin with his ulterior motives.

Ling Yanzhi was one thing—everyone was afraid of him. But the other two had plenty of fangirls.

Who’s to say one of them wouldn’t see her alone someday and, feeling resentful, come pick a fight?

Thinking about the heroine’s strange behavior, Jian Yu decided she didn’t want to go back to her dorm for now. "My textbooks are still in my dorm room."

Even with how quickly times were changing, physical books still held an irreplaceable status.

A few teachers at the school had a strange rule: students could miss class, but they couldn’t come to the classroom without their books.

Jian Yu was a top student, it was true, but even she couldn’t get by without looking at her books, especially so soon after the start of the semester.

"I’ll have someone get them." Ling Yanzhi set her down and ambled toward the walk-in closet.

"The clothes were bought in your size. If they don’t fit, just let me know. Pick whatever you want to wear."

He grabbed his clothes and went into the bathroom.

His proportions were perfect, his figure striking. Jian Yu couldn’t help but stare a little longer.

She slowly walked into the closet.

The newly built walk-in closet was huge, filled with all sorts of clothes.

The left side was Ling Yanzhi’s, the right side was hers. The fabric of the clothes looked expensive at a glance.

If a special admission student’s dorm was an entire floor of 120 square meters...

Then the walk-in closet she was standing in was at least the size of five of those dorms combined.

In the full-length mirror nearby, Jian Yu saw several red marks on her calves, impressions from being held tightly by his fingers.

Jian Yu stared, lost in thought.

There were many children at the orphanage, and the director, afraid they would become dependent, rarely held and soothed them.

In elementary school, she used to envy her peers who would sit on their parents’ arms, laughing loudly.

After growing up, she reached a height of 1.66 meters. She was considered tall, so even fewer people could carry her.

She had never thought someone would carry her in the same way one would carry a child.

It was embarrassing, but it also left a strange feeling in her heart.

Jian Yu skipped past the front row of various school uniforms and stopped to admire the second row of Han and Tang-style dresses.

The high-waisted dress at the front of the row was very similar in style and color to the one she wore for her part-time job at an ancient-style clothing store.

The sound of the shower was inaudible, but judging by the time, he should be out soon.

Jian Yu snapped back to reality and quickly grabbed a loose-fitting nightgown.

Whoever bought these clothes seemed to have a particular fondness for dresses. As far as the eye could see, there were only dresses.

The bathroom had some special features; when Ling Yanzhi came out, there wasn’t a trace of steam or moisture on him.

He looked at the girl staring blankly while holding her clothes and raised his right eyebrow. "What are you looking at?"

Jian Yu blinked. "I thought I’d get to see you walk out drying your hair."

’Preferably with your chest exposed, water droplets sliding down, your collarbones flushed, and your lips moist.’

’That would have been really hot.’

"Next time," Ling Yanzhi chuckled, agreeably accepting her brazen request.

At over 1.9 meters tall, his presence was intimidating.

As he leisurely walked over, Jian Yu felt like he was stepping right on her heartstrings.

’She didn’t consider herself to have any particular vices, aside from appreciating a handsome man.’

’She also didn’t think she had any special kinks, but as her eyes remained glued to Ling Yanzhi’s sexy ankles... ’

’Jian Yu felt like she was slowly turning into a pervert.’

"I thought you’d use the bathroom next door." Seeing her head lowered, Ling Yanzhi walked over and ruffled her long, soft hair.

He smiled suggestively. "That said, I’d be more than happy for you to wash up in my room."

An arm wrapped around her shoulder, and Jian Yu was pushed into the bathroom.

When she came out, there were two more people in the bedroom.

Pei Yin was leaning against the wall, half of his face shrouded in shadow.

Sheng Yue heard the door open and his eyes quickly darted to her.

’Here to cause trouble?’ Jian Yu promptly shut the door.

Speechless, Ling Yanzhi stood up.

He knocked on the bathroom door. "Come out. Or do you not want to go to class tomorrow?"

The door opened, and Jian Yu walked out as if nothing had happened.

Sheng Yue handed over a blue gift box.

"For me?" Jian Yu opened it under Ling Yanzhi’s tacit gaze and found a green bracelet inside.

Sheng Yue explained softly, "It’s a suppression bracelet. It can mask your aura."

He had worked on it all afternoon, but he was never satisfied. He kept feeling it wasn’t pretty enough, or that it wouldn’t suit Jian Yu.

He finally perfected the bracelet at 8:30 PM. Just then, Pei Yin happened to storm by, so he came along with him.

The pale green bracelet on her slender wrist made her skin look even fairer.

"Thank you."

Sheng Yue watched Jian Yu’s expression out of the corner of his eye. Seeing her eyes light up, he, too, curled his lips into a pleased smile. "You’re welcome."

"Let’s talk downstairs." Ling Yanzhi swept Jian Yu up with one arm, startling her into quickly wrapping her arms around his neck.

Their footsteps descending the stairs weren’t heavy, but Pei Yin still sensed Ling Yanzhi’s displeasure with them.

No matter how big the room was, how cold the decor, or even if the space was so large you couldn’t even see a bed, you couldn’t ignore the fact that it was a bedroom.

He belatedly realized he had barged into someone’s bedroom and frowned. "Why didn’t you stop me?"

"I forgot," Sheng Yue said, lowering his gaze so no one could read his eyes.

Both of them were acting this way. Pei Yin didn’t know what was going on, but he felt a sense of displeasure.

Downstairs, he cut straight to the chase. "My Threshold Devouring Period triggered at 1:30 this afternoon."

Ling Yanzhi was making goji berry tea.

Hearing this, his expression remained unfazed.

"For me?" Jian Yu took the goji berry tea with a look of disdain.

She took a sip, her face scrunching up.

"Are you two even listening to me?" Pei Yin’s expression darkened.

Both of them were staring at Jian Yu.

Sheng Yue retracted his gaze. "Go on."

The once-a-week Threshold Devouring Period was completely irregular; it could be on a Monday or a Sunday.

The moment his episode started, Pei Yin took out Jian Yu’s clothes, and the effect was remarkable.

He took Jian Yu’s jacket out of his Space Button. "I found people to run an experiment."

Ling Yanzhi narrowed his eyes and shot back, "And how are those people now?"

"Dead," Pei Yin said, too lazy to explain further.

He stated his conclusion directly: "Awakeners and Half-awakened, regardless of their Level, can smell it. The magnitude of the effect depends on our Level."

A chill ran down Jian Yu’s spine when she heard the word "dead."

Yet Pei Yin’s expression was calm, as if he saw nothing wrong with what he’d done.

He turned to Sheng Yue. "From what I can tell, the effect on us is more pronounced. For Half-awakened, or those with lower Levels, the side effects of the Threshold Devouring Period are minor, so they don’t feel much even if they smell it."

Pei Yin’s tone was excited. "I came here this time mainly to get half a vial of her blood. I need her blood sample for my experiments."