130: Chapter 59: The Team Heading to Teaching Building D Block_2 130: Chapter 59: The Team Heading to Teaching Building D Block_2 The procession was too far away from him, shrouded in dense mist and dim light.
Lin Yi wouldn’t have noticed it if not for the figure leading the procession, who raised a lantern.
The faint glow of the lantern, like a piercing blade, carved open a domain in the mist, ushering the group from Teaching Building C Block towards Teaching Building D Block.
“Looks like the security guard and the chef?”
This thought surfaced in Lin Yi’s mind, but he didn’t linger on the sight and quickly averted his gaze.
At the same time, Wei Liang’s waving hand flashed before his eyes.
“Daydreaming, Old Lin?” Wei Liang asked.
Lin Yi came back to his senses and said, “Oh, nothing…
just looking around.”
“It’s pitch black, nothing to see.
Let’s go, sit in the classroom for a while, then we can head back to the dormitory.” Wei Liang beckoned Lin Yi, glancing at the direction Lin Yi had been looking at from the corner of his eye.
The evening breeze scattered the mist, revealing a stretch of corridor bridge leading towards the mountainous region from Teaching Building C Block, but the bridge ended abruptly halfway, with nothing beyond that point.
However, in that void, there could be seen a light flickering like a ghostly flame, growing dimmer and dimmer.
Wei Liang withdrew his gaze and said cheerfully, “Hey, let’s go!”
“Alright!” Lin Yi nodded, heading towards Teaching Building B Block.
…
On May 7th, X023, at 18:40, Lin Yi and Wei Liang returned to the front of Class 2 Group B’s tiered seating.
Lin Yi looked up at Teaching Building B Block.
The building was surrounded by fog that was visible to the naked eye, clawing up the walls like ivy or tentacles under the moonlight and lamplight, as if it had enveloped the entire building.
Looking up at the Teaching Building from his perspective, the lights were on in the four-story building, but the higher up he looked, the less he could see.
In the mist above the fourth floor, there seemed to be the vague shadows of suspended pavilions.
But when he blinked, those phantom shadows disappeared.
It was like a simple daydream.
He didn’t dwell on it and joined Wei Liang in front of the classroom.
He reached for the classroom doorknob but subconsciously glanced at the keyhole…
Whether it had run dry or not, the keyhole was no longer leaking tomato sauce.
He looked up at the classroom’s door number, confirmed that it was indeed Class 2 Group B, then pressed down on the handle and pushed the door open.
“Click!
Squeak—”
The classroom door slowly opened, and Lin Yi felt a substantial force from the door, as if he were pushing open a heavy stone gate.
“Whoosh—”
The evening breeze, carrying a thin mist, blew into the classroom through the door crack, and the noise inside paused slightly.
Gazes from inside the tiered classroom drifted over to Lin Yi, but when they realized the door was opened by just a student, they resumed their boisterous laughter and chatter.
Lin Yi stepped in, dispersing the mist underfoot.
Looking around, he suddenly felt out of place in this classroom.
He remembered that last night there were about eighty people in the classroom, of which roughly fifteen were sports students, and another twenty or so were regular students like him; the rest were all abnormal classmates.
After a session of incandescent light flickering and turning off, the number of normal students in the classroom had reduced to thirteen.
But now, not only has the number of students in the classroom been restored, it has even increased a bit, with the total number reaching around ninety.
Lin Yi scanned the entire tiered classroom and found that those abnormal students under the incandescent lights looked just like a group of inconspicuous sandbags sitting in their chairs, their bodies deeply embedded within them.
If you didn’t look closely, it was easy to overlook them.
Lin Yi counted, there were a total of thirty-eight abnormal students, among them sixteen with normal-looking eyes but with traces of madness at the corners of their mouths, the remaining twenty-two all had hollow gazes, expressionless faces.
These abnormal students had an extremely low presence, and if Lin Yi had not specifically looked for their positions, it would have been very difficult to discern them.
The dozen or so Sports Students were reading comic books with their heads lowered, occasionally glancing up at the wall clock.
Xu Shunkang and Xie Huayang were clearly among them.
Only thirty-eight normal students remained, with thirteen of them becoming much more wooden after enduring this period, their expressions dazed and mechanically flipping through comic books, looking as if they hadn’t slept for a day or two.
Besides them, there were twenty-five students chatting animatedly.
Lin Yi hadn’t seen these twenty-five people yesterday; they must have just arrived today.
Wei Liang followed him into the classroom, took a quick look around, and said, “Looks like a bunch of lucky ones arrived today.”
Lin Yi was momentarily stunned and then understood that Wei Liang meant that the weather was nice today, so these people had arrived at the classroom very smoothly, without encountering the situation they had the day before.
He looked at the smiles on their faces, some sitting lazily in their chairs, others leaning against the side, laughing and talking with each other.
It seemed that because they had an easy start and made it to the Teaching Building without difficulty, they were completely unaware of the severity of the problem.
There were also a few among them fiddling with their phones, but it seemed that in the campus it wasn’t just a simple issue with the signal; once the phone was turned on, it would freeze up, rendering it basically unusable, not even the most basic functions.
Not just the phones, even some electronic devices intended for recording seemed ineffective—as there were a few people nearby messing with some photography equipment, like some seasoned big V from a website, or well-known UP owners, who, with their small to medium-sized teams, seemed intent on shooting some sort of documentary, stubbornly tinkering with their equipment.
There was also a girl, surrounded by quite a number of people, carrying loads of big and small bags, dressed in a pink and tender Lolita outfit, looking cute and adorable, clearly in her twenties, but resembling someone in their teens.
These people truly came to have fun.
But when Lin Yi pushed open the door, most of them looked towards him, then quickly went back to whatever they were doing.
The seats Lin Yi and Wei Liang originally occupied were now taken by others, but since the tiered classroom didn’t have assigned seating, he didn’t mind, and after grabbing their backpacks, they found a spot with few people to sit down again.
Their new seats were very far from the corridor windows of the classroom, located in the back and middle area of the entire tiered classroom.
If the entire classroom was a battlefield, the position they picked could be considered strategic, allowing them to quickly descend from the tiered classroom and rush to the podium or immediately dive under their desks to defend their corner—it was indeed a place worth competing for.
The key thing was, they were far from the classroom door but had a direct sprinting path to reach it.
Moreover, they were far from the windows of the classroom corridor, effectively avoiding any distractions from things they shouldn’t see.
When they entered the classroom, Xu Shunkang looked up and signalled to them, then quickly resumed flipping through the comic book in his hands.
As Lin Yi passed by him, he noticed that the comic book in Xie Huayang’s hands was indeed authored by Teacher Oda; it seemed Xu Shunkang’s collection was indeed quite rich.
After sitting down, he immediately placed his backpack at his feet and took out the notebook for recording from his pocket.
After a day’s time, he needed to record and update some notes.
Before he sorted out his thoughts related to the events that had occurred during the day, he first glanced at the time on the watch face and the clock above the podium.
18:45.
There was no issue with the time.
He then organized his thoughts and flipped through the notebook from beginning to end.
[———Oh no, the guilt is hitting me again, I won’t pad the text with the notebook’s lengthy 800-word note; I’ll just pull out the necessary quotes, full version in the chapter comments or buddy group, haha———]