Chapter 163

Chapter 163

The rainy season returned to the room and found Jian Jing sitting on the edge of the bed with no expression, flipping through the documents.

However, she wasn't looking at all. She turned the pages back and forth. From her hair strands to the lace on her socks, she exuded an aura of “I’m unhappy” darkness.

"Teacher Jian, doing homework?" He smiled and asked.

Jian Jing gave him a big white eye without saying a word.

He didn't know why, but at this moment he felt that she was very interesting: "Did you find anything?"

"No," she said coldly.

Ji Feng held back his laugh, put down his things, and took the cigarettes and lighter on the bedside table: “Alright, I won't disturb your work. I’ll go out for a bit.”

Jian Jing didn’t even look at him.

After about twenty minutes, at 10:40, he came back again, took away the documents, and said lightly: “Let’s continue this tomorrow, take a bath and sleep early.”

She acted as if nothing had happened: “I like to wash in the morning.”

"There is no hot water until 10 o'clock in the morning." Ji Feng shook his head unwilling to tease her further, and said seriously, "Okay, I’ve asked, there are only four female guests staying here tonight, and the others are done. The attendant promised me to extend the hot water time until 11:15, you have half an hour, hurry up and go."

Jian Jing was taken aback and showed surprise.

Ji Feng pulled her arm: “It’s starting to thunder, hurry up, listen to me.”

She got up hesitantly: “Are you sure?”

"I'll wait for you here," he promised, "If someone comes, please ask them to wait a little while, okay?"

Jian Jing reluctantly agreed: “Alright.”

The bathroom downstairs was indeed empty. She was very satisfied. Before bolting the door, she emphasized solemnly: "In view of the terrible accommodation experience tonight, which was due to someone taking the wrong road, if someone wants to come in, you'd better stop them even if you have to sell your body."

Ji Feng: "..."

How much does she mind taking a bath with others?

She closed the door tightly with a "pop".

The bathroom lights were bleak. She carefully checked it and found nothing unusual. Only then did she take out her slippers, disposable towels, travel-sized shampoo and shower gel one by one. She turned on the faucet and enjoyed the comfort of hot water.

The lingering scent spread, relaxing her taut nerves.

Then... "Ah!" There was a scream from the ceiling.

Jian Jing’s movements stopped abruptly.

No way.

Impossible.

Did someone die?

The hot water washed away the bubbles on her body.

The system did not prompt.

Very good, it shouldn't be a case.

She continued washing at ease, changed into a loose nightgown, and even blew dry her hair before going out.

Ji Feng was still outside.

"What happened just now?" Her tone was much more cheerful.

Ji Feng was puzzled: “How would I know?”

"You didn't go up and take a look?" Jian Jing was surprised. "Someone was yelling."

He shook his head and said meaningfully: “If I had gone up, you might have been the one yelling here.”

Jian Jing raised her eyebrows: "Who would attack me after luring the tiger away from the mountain?"

"Teacher Jian, don't let your imagination run too wild," Ji Feng ridiculed her, pointing to the direction outside the window, "Look at the car outside."

The window in the corridor faced the parking lot. There were four cars parked in total. One white one was visibly dented at an angle.

There were also some strange marks left in the tire tread.

It looked like claw marks.

"Hit a zombie." Jian Jing repeated the previous remarks and suddenly became interested. "How interesting."

"Indeed," said Ji Feng.

"Let’s go upstairs and take a look."

It was quite lively upstairs.

Of course, she couldn't forget an eye mask—she had dark circles under her eyes all day from staying up late last night.

She set a 15-minute alarm and closed her eyes to rest.

Outside, the wind and rain howled ceaselessly with rumbling thunder.

Her jumbled thoughts were like raindrops whipped by the wind, pattering noisily into her mind and rippling out in circles.

Very hypnotic.

Drowsiness gradually came over her. She only remembered turning off the alarm after it rang, tossing away the eye mask, then sinking into deep sleep.

The dream was heavy, like a sinker dragging her down into the deeper sea of consciousness.

—"Do you know why I didn't kill you?"

—"Why?"

—"It's a special holiday."

—"I don't understand."

—"I believe every soul is lonely."

—"So I..."

"Boom!"

A muffled but deafening roar sounded in the distance, jolting awake the sleeping people.

Jian Jing was confused for a moment, forcing her eyes open—Did something happen? Who died? No system prompts, was it zombies? Would there be a biohazard mission? Did she invest in immunity against the zombie virus?

Alas, thoughts in dreams were so irrational, slowing her reactions.

Her companion was already up, immediately pulling back the curtains to look outside.

"Hmm?" The nasal sound conveyed all her questions.

"It's nothing, go back to sleep," Ji Feng said. "It was probably a landslide."

How awful.

She closed her eyes again, content to continue sleeping.

Ji Feng was also a bit impressed that with the loud thunder and endless rain tapping on the glass, the poor soundproofing, she could still sleep so soundly.

But to be honest, it was...cute.

He couldn't help glancing at her a couple more times, revising to a more objective description: captivating.

The next morning, Jian Jing awoke at nine o'clock, but it didn't feel like nine at all.

The sky was gloomily dark, the rain pouring ceaselessly, the air damp and wet. The temperature had dropped sharply, and she felt cold even bundled in her quilt and sleeping bag.

The room was silent—Ji Feng was not there.

She took out her phone and couldn't help groaning: the feared had happened after all.

No signal.

"Knock knock," the door was gently rapped.

"Who is it?" she asked.

"Can I come in?" It was Ji Feng's voice.

Jian Jing shrank further into her blankets. "Don't tell me you didn't bring your key."

The door opened.

Ji Feng came in and asked, "Not planning to get up?"

"Has the rain stopped?"

"No."

"Can we still drive?"

"It'll be difficult."

Jian Jing felt a bit deflated, her will to get up now gone.

Ji Feng couldn't help grinning, tempting her, "Get up quickly, there's something lively to see downstairs."

"Someone died?" she blurted out.

Ji Feng: "...It was a dead chicken."

"A dead chicken isn't interesting, you're too bored," Jian Jing said. But her body was slowly emerging from the blankets.