Chapter 19: Chen Jing’s Secret

Zhang Xiaofan was so disgusted by the corpse that he too rushed out of the classroom, retching into a trash can in the corner. Wiping his mouth, he slumped onto the ground, feeling a sense of helplessness. The monk Wang Hu had brought was indeed useless—what should he do next? Could they just continue playing this game endlessly?

Shaking his head, he was about to leave when he noticed Chen Jing sneaking forward, her movements furtive.

She was heading toward the stairs of the education building, which was deserted today due to the holiday.

“That girl was glued to her phone in the classroom just now, seems like she was chatting with someone. Now she’s going there—what is she up to?” Zhang Xiaofan muttered, eyes drawn to Chen Jing’s curvaceous figure, unable to help swallowing hard.

Chen Jing always dressed provocatively; today she wore a miniskirt, a low-cut T-shirt, and high heels, swaying with every step—an image of temptation. Zhang Xiaofan was at that age when such things were irresistible, even if Chen Jing had humiliated him more than once, mocking him for aspiring above his station. Still, he couldn’t stop staring at her—such desires were hard to suppress.

Thinking this, Zhang Xiaofan decided to follow her. Chen Jing’s suspicious behavior had to mean trouble.

She went straight up to the second floor, glanced back, and slipped into the teachers’ office.

“That’s odd. No teachers should be here today,” Zhang Xiaofan thought, hiding in the corridor. Just as he was about to sneak a look, a lewd male voice drifted out.

“Little minx, I told you not to wear anything underneath, and you really didn’t, did you? Come here, let me check…”

Damn it!

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned. Was Chen Jing here to meet a man?

If Song Feng found out his girlfriend was cheating on him, who knows what he’d do?

This was the kind of drama you didn’t see every day. Driven by curiosity, Zhang Xiaofan edged closer to watch.

“Oh, you told me not to wear anything, so I didn’t… Oh, you’re so skilled, so bad… You’re making me feel so strange…” Chen Jing’s voice was coy.

“Heh, so who’s better, me or Song Feng?” the man teased.

“Of course, you are…” she replied.

Zhang Xiaofan cursed her under his breath, but curiosity gnawed at him—who was this guy? Judging by the voice, he wasn’t from their class.

Next came the sounds of clothes rustling, the man laughing, “I just love doing it in the office—so exciting, so good.”

“You’re amazing,” Chen Jing panted submissively.

Was he really that good? Zhang Xiaofan peered through the crack in the door, but the man’s back was to him and his clothes were off—his face hidden.

“Remember, from now on, come whenever I call. If I tell you not to wear anything, you don’t,” the man ordered coldly.

“Okay, but if a ghost kills me, you have to save me…” Chen Jing pleaded.

The man sneered, “Don’t worry. My uncle is a Level Four Taoist. You saw him kill that ghost the other day. Impressive, wasn’t it?”

Chen Jing nodded, “So powerful, truly amazing. But the ghost in my class is scary too. Even the monk Wang Hu brought was killed.”

The man scoffed, “Wang Hu’s an idiot—probably just found some charlatan to scam him out of money. My uncle’s the real deal. Be it ghosts, zombies, or monsters, he can handle them all.”

“Incredible. So if I’m ever in danger, I’ll call you. By the way, that talisman your uncle used last time was awesome,” Chen Jing said coquettishly.

“Of course. That’s a talisman—they aren’t cheap. My uncle has dealt with countless monsters using them. Look, I have some too.” He took out two talismans, stuffing them into Chen Jing’s cleavage. “You behaved well today, so these are for you.”

“Thank you, you’re so good to me.” Chen Jing jumped up happily.

“Just keep serving me well, and I’ll give you cultivation pills. Soon, you’ll be a cultivator too, and won’t fear ghosts anymore,” the man promised.

“Yes, from now on, I’m yours. Whatever you want, I’ll do.” Chen Jing knelt before him, moving rhythmically.

Suddenly, the man paused, “Hmm, why did it get darker outside? Is someone there?”

“What? Who is it?” Chen Jing looked toward the door.

Zhang Xiaofan’s heart skipped a beat—he turned and fled, not stopping until he reached his dorm. Only then did he breathe easy, seeing no one had followed.

Who was that man, with a Level Four Taoist uncle? He remembered the little ghost saying that Level Four Taoists were formidable.

No wonder Chen Jing submitted to him—she was after protection. Hmph, a woman like her would belong to anyone with power. Muttering curses, Zhang Xiaofan returned to the dorm, finding it empty.

No surprise there—under the threat of the horror red envelope, everyone wanted to relax as soon as the holiday started.

Zhang Xiaofan sighed. He actually wanted to message Su Qianqian and ask her out, but he was too shy. He scrolled aimlessly through his feed, when suddenly he received a message from Lin Rou.

Although classmates all had each other on WeChat, those who weren’t close rarely chatted. In Zhang Xiaofan’s memory, he’d never spoken to Lin Rou, except perhaps during the incident when he saved her from Huang Kaijian last night—that was the most they’d interacted.

A beauty messaging him—of course, Zhang Xiaofan was curious. But as he read the message, anger flared.

“Xiaofan, I just left school and Huang Kaijian is following me with some guys. I’m hiding in the café at the crossroads near campus. They’re looking for me—what should I do?”

Zhang Xiaofan immediately replied, “I’m coming right now.”

He considered calling his dorm mates for help, but thought better of it—always asking for help would be a burden. He had trained in Zhou Jian’s hard qigong, and felt confident in his own strength now.

The café at the crossroads wasn’t far. When he arrived, he saw no sign of Huang Kaijian and his gang outside. Anxious, he rushed in and asked the staff, “Did you see a cute girl with little tiger teeth come in? She’s hiding here.”

The server shot him a look of annoyance. “What are you talking about? Why would anyone hide here? Don’t block the way.”

Grumbling about the poor service, Zhang Xiaofan quickly typed: “Lin Rou, where are you?”

She replied: “In private room 101.”

Delighted to see she was safe, Zhang Xiaofan hurried over. Room 101 was easy to find—he burst in, finding Lin Rou sitting calmly. Then several familiar voices greeted him.

“Bang, bang!” Two party poppers burst over him. Hu Xiaotian cheered, “Surprise, super surprise! Were you scared?”

His three dorm mates were there too. Jiang Jiehui grinned, “Xiaofan, didn’t expect you to play the hero, did we?”

Zhang Xiaofan was stunned—so they’d set him up! Lin Rou was never in danger.

Lin Rou apologized sweetly, “Sorry, it was Sun Lili’s idea. Since it’s my birthday, I wanted to invite you too. That message was just a joke.”

Her words, paired with her gentle expression, made Zhang Xiaofan’s heart flutter. Such a lovely girl—even if she’d played a little prank, it was worth it.