The small room, yet with a fairly large internal space, is decorated in a very simple manner, with only a few sets of old-fashioned sofas and a table.
But soon, this seemingly ordinary space, looking like the decoration of an old house from the eighties and nineties, began to emit an eerie atmosphere completely incompatible with "safety." With a little perception, one would find that the source of this eerie breath cos from outside this limited space, from the easily ignored... "background."
This background is the wall of the Dormitory Managent Office.
Due to lighting issues, the light inside the Dormitory Managent Office is not bright. Although a white incandescent lamp hangs from the ceiling, its glow is pitifully weak, and almost all light inside the Dormitory Managent Office cos from the old oil lamp placed on the table.
Even without an owner and just quietly sitting on the table, the old oil lamp maintains its effect, casting a considerable range of light within the Dormitory Managent Office, enveloping the old-style sofas along with the incandescent lamp.
However, the background wall behind the old-style sofas thus falls into shadow and haze.
The wall of the Dormitory Managent Office possesses a very subtle presence. If you don’t look at it, it seems to be there, containing this so-called space to make it a square "room" — the Dormitory Managent Office.
But if you look closely, you will find this wall is quite illusory, as if ford by countless overlapping shadows, its existence between reality and illusion, seemingly composing the essence of its boundary — not a wall from the perspective of individual cognition, but a thing forcibly overwritten into cognition.
Its existence depends on the boundary ford by the light of the old oil lamp on the table.
If there were no light, who knows if this wall could continue to exist.
Under the old oil lamp seems to press sothing very thin, and besides the old oil lamp, there is a four-faced wall clock on the table, with the current ti on the clock being 22:12.
Kuai Hongji did not take much ti walking from the dormitory building’s corridor to the dormitory.
Around the table, several sofas were placed against the wall, with five people sitting on them.
Including soone who was "wheeze-hissing" inhaling and constantly shaking their hand, there were six people in total.
When Kuai Hongji pushed the door open, all six people looked over.
The air was dead silent, the atmosphere heavy and terrifying, like it could drip water.
Among these six people, one had the most sullen face, hideous, sitting there boldly like a prison bully, glaring fiercely at Kuai Hongji.
This prison bully-like character, tall and burly, emitted a chaotic green breath swirling around him, as if crawling out of a pile of Pseudo-Humans, not quite like Xu Shunkang’s kind of Sports Student, but certainly beyond what an Initial-stage Sports Student could compare to.
His breath chaotic yet oppressive, sitting there like a coal-fired steam locomotive, continually releasing faint deterrent power to the surroundings.
And the person who stopped their hand shaking, grabbing their scalded hand’s wrist, also fixed their gaze on Kuai Hongji.
Among the remaining four people, one was a girl, huddled with a backpack on a single sofa, tightly gripping a small card, resembling a little lamb.
The other three were all boys, appearing varied in strength, but all cowed by the "Prison Bully," unable to straighten their backs.
Kuai Hongji’s gaze swept over these people, silently walked into the Dormitory Managent Office, and then closed the door behind him.
He glanced around for a mont, and his gaze ultimately settled on the "Prison Bully": "Where’s the ’Dormitory Manager’s Rules’?"
The prison bully guy saw Kuai Hongji still dared to speak to him first, and a mocking curve lifted slightly at the corner of his mouth, he pointed to the floor beneath him with a cold voice and said: "I am the Dormitory Manager’s Rules."
When he made this move, a tallic clanking sound ca from under his clothes, like sothing chained was hidden.
Kuai Hongji ignored his attitude and asked again: "Are the ’Dormitory Manager’s Rules’ complete with appendices then? How many appendices are there?"
"You..." The prison bully’s eyes flashed with a cold light.
"I understand." Kuai Hongji nodded slightly and then walked towards the table, reaching out to grab the old oil lamp.
The prison bully saw this, his eyes flashed with a fierce murderous gleam, directly leaping up, swinging a fist at Kuai Hongji.
"Are you deaf? Didn’t understand what I said?"
His fist was large, covered with calluses, unlike that of a normal Experience Student.
But Kuai Hongji was also not an easy prey.
In the entire dormitory, his "optics" were like those of a sinister bald eagle-like villain.
Seeing the prison bully trying to intimidate him, Kuai Hongji directly caught his fist.
This eerie scene appeared just like that, the raging Prison Bully, clearly enshrouded in aggressive air coming to kill, was easily subdued by the lean Kuai Hongji.
"You...?!" The prison bully was shocked, only he knew how strong Kuai Hongji’s grip was.
"I’ll ask one last ti: where are the ’Dormitory Supervisor’s Manual’ and ’Dormitory Manager’s Rules’?" Kuai Hongji coldly asked.
The prison bully refused to yield, drawing a flying kick directly towards Kuai Hongji’s abdon. At such close range, a kick from soone of his stature would be difficult for a normal person to endure without organ damage.
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