Compared to the joyful holiday Yue Qingqing and her friends had, Ma Kangping had a rather miserable ti.
He chose not to return ho and stayed at the school instead.
Every day, he thought about how to get revenge on Mi Shu, and those ddling bitches in her dorm.
Ma Kangping was a quick thinker, and he had already devised a series of plans.
He had studied the law carefully and knew exactly where the legal boundaries were.
Ma Kangping considered himself smart and disdained resorting to violence.
He only planned to use the fact that girls are easily scared and concoct ways to haunt them with ghostly tricks.
Once they were ntally disoriented, he would create a little accident—
make them fall out of the dorm window or down a tall staircase.
By then, even if the police ca investigating, it would be hard to find anything.
Ma Kangping had planned everything out and even found several ghost movies online.
He wanted to draw so spiritual sense from them.
He was naturally fearless, watching ghost movies without a hint of dread.
Perhaps because he knew that scum like him was far scarier than ghosts.
Ma Kangping leaned back in his chair, the dorm empty, as his roommates had not yet returned from ho.
In the evening, the dormitory building seed exceptionally quiet.
On the screen, a female ghost slowly crawled out from the bottom of a well.
Her long black hair covered her face, inching towards the cara.
"This scene is sowhat scary."
Ma Kangping wrote two words in his notebook—wig.
It seed he had gained so inspiration, intending to do sothing wicked.
Today’s movie was a rather popular ghost film, rumored to have actually scared soone to death.
It was rare for Ma Kangping to feel a bit terrified, goosebumps slowly rising on his skin.
"Is it going to rain? It feels a bit chilly."
Ma Kangping muttered to himself, watching the ghost on the screen co closer.
Accompanied by eerie sound effects, it inexplicably gave one the creeps.
Ma Kangping inhaled a breath, involuntarily shivering.
Perhaps it was also because it was so late, and the blackness outside the window made the dorm seem particularly eerie and frightening.
Just as he hesitated whether to turn off the computer, the ghost on the screen slowly lifted her head.
A familiar face erged from behind the gradually parted hair.
It was, strikingly, Su Dan’s face.
"Ah!"
Ma Kangping recoiled in fear, his whole body drenched in cold sweat.
This ti, he was genuinely scared.
Although reason told him it must be a hallucination, the instant shock overwheld his mind, leaving him frozen in place, every pore trembling.
He finally couldn’t take it anymore, viciously pinched himself, reaching out to cut the computer screen’s power.
The expected blackout didn’t occur; the ghost on the screen was still crawling towards him.
As if in the next second, she would break through the screen.
"Impossible, it’s a hallucination, or am I dreaming?"
Ma Kangping murmured, rushing over to shut down the main power of the computer.
But the scene on the screen didn’t change.
No, it was changing continuously.
A pale, bloodless hand reached out from the screen.
This small, delicate hand was very familiar to Ma Kangping.
He had once held this hand and uttered countless words he didn’t even believe himself.
He had also pushed this hand away, cursing her shaless, like a whore.
"Help, soone, help!"
Ma Kangping scrambled to the door, frantically pulling the handle in an attempt to leave.
However, the door wouldn’t budge.
Only the cold handle reminded him this was no dream.
Ma Kangping’s eyes widened to the extre, veins bloodshot.
He watched as the ghost crawled out of the computer.
Familiar hands, familiar arms, familiar body.
Everything looked familiar yet should have been buried two years ago.
Removed from his life.
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