Volume 4: Days of Making Mischief at School
Elementary School
She actually became small!
“It’s nothing,” Lou Jingmo said, “Whatever you think it is, that’s what it is.”
Shen Maomao’s confused face: “??”
Golden Retriever explained instead: “Sister Rabbit, are you being silly? They’re clearly a couple of lovers.”
Shen Maomao: “??!!”
A door to a new world slowly opened before her, and Shen Maomao poked her head in from outside.
“Wait! I have questions!” she raised her hand and asked, “I have many questions, let me ask them one by one: First point, wasn’t Vivian one of the Baron’s adopted daughters from an earlier batch? Isn’t she already dead? How can she be in a romance with Kris?”
Lou Jingmo politely answered her question: “Vivian was probably adopted last year, she hasn’t been dead for long, hadn’t even been made into a skull flowerpot yet. She wants revenge, so naturally she needs to ally with living people.”
Shen Maomao: “Hm? I knew something was off when I first met Kris, so it was because she was attracted to my beauty?!”
Golden Retriever: “…”
Lou Jingmo: “…She was actually attracted to your best friend’s beauty.”
Although Sister Lou didn’t particularly like Ren Yue, she was very honest about her appearance.
Shen Maomao pursed her lips and skipped over this topic: “Second question: what was that instance trying to express? The expert cleared it too fast, I couldn’t keep up with the pace.”
Lou Jingmo said with a cold laugh: “It tells of a rich and powerful man who adopted many beautiful girls, used them as slaves, traded them as commodities, and finally intended to sacrifice them as offerings to demons.”
She contacted Shang Zhou, who was happy to do her a favor, and sent her a document containing all the game’s plot details.
The Baron’s identity had no real-world prototype, he was a completely fictional character in the game. He possessed endless wealth, bought his title with money, and had a despicable hobby—taking pleasure in torturing young girls.
Those flower-like girls were locked in the basement for “training” [euphemism for abuse], when he grew tired of them he would trade them away, and when he played them to death, he ordered their flesh stripped and buried in the garden.
Later, when a plague broke out, the scum Baron caught the rat plague and had to use a mask to cover the rash on his face. He visited many famous doctors, but no one could cure his disease, so he began researching how to summon demons, using those girls as sacrifices…
Lou Jingmo didn’t describe those bloody, cruel sacrificial methods, but just Kris’s few words were enough to make people angry. After their tragic deaths, the girls made deals with demons to become vengeful spirits, transforming into paintings and shadows, and began their revenge.
The one who first killed Shen Maomao wasn’t Kris’s shadow, but Vivian.
To the dead girls, all the servants in the castle were the Baron’s accomplices, including the etiquette teachers, the maids and guards sent to monitor them, and the gardener who worked in the garden daily and ignored the skulls he found.
Among these occupations, only the stable hands and cooks were relatively safe, but the vengeful spirits’ anger had spread from the perpetrators to everyone, and they wouldn’t show any mercy to them either.
Shen Maomao felt a bit sad, but when she thought about being strangled to death by Vivian personally, she felt even sadder.
She frantically criticized this instance, cursing the game developer: “What kind of brain-dead game developer is he! The game has no logic at all, it’s cruel just for the sake of being cruel, insisting on making the girls suffer so terribly, trash game, trash developer!”
Golden Retriever hurriedly consoled her: “Sister Rabbit! Calm down! Calm down!”
Lou Jingmo also said: “They’re just game characters, instead of spending time feeling sorry for them, you should feel sorry for yourself.”
Shen Maomao: “…” Damn, that’s too real.
Lou Jingmo took out a pen and wrote a five-digit number in her pocket notebook.
Shen Maomao asked in confusion: “What’s this, Sister Lou? Is it the password to your room safe?”
Lou Jingmo smiled slightly: “This is the compensation fee for having to take Golden Retriever through the instance again for free because you suddenly entered the game.”
Shen Maomao stood up and said seriously: “I suddenly remembered my school might be flooded, so I won’t chat anymore, bye-bye.”
“Pfft—” Golden Retriever laughed, and the rich guy waved his right hand, producing a bank card on the coffee table, “It’s fine, Sister Rabbit, I’ll cover the future power-leveling fees, it’s not expensive anyway.”
Lou Jingmo looked at him, seemingly thinking about how to fleece this sheep [idiom meaning to take advantage of someone’s wealth].
Shen Maomao sat back down on the sofa, drawing a cross for Golden Retriever in her heart.
Rest in peace, amen.
Because Golden Retriever’s second game would start in less than half a month, Lou Jingmo planned to settle in Jiang City recently, and as for the housing costs—they would all be covered by Golden Retriever, who was actually the richest but seemed to have the lowest status.
Shen Maomao just learned that Golden Retriever was actually the youngest son of the behind-the-scenes boss of XX Enterprise, the business leader of X Province, a complete rich kid.
Thinking about it made her feel better—so what if you’re rich? Don’t you still have to hug the thighs of strong players like us poor people? In the world of hugging the thighs of strong players, it’s only about who’s first or last, not about rich or poor.
Lou Jingmo never teamed up with others, but due to various accidents, she mysteriously formed a fixed team with these two almost useless but not burdensome newbies, which surprised her a bit.
Maybe this is what they mean by “evil people will find their match” (?) [idiom suggesting karmic relationships].
When she rejected the olive branches from major guilds, she never thought there would be a day like this.
After their brief exchange, Shen Maomao naturally had to return to school for classes; Lou Jingmo stayed in the hotel writing her new book.
As for the rich Golden Retriever… he wanted to test if he could still be pulled into the game while abroad, so three days before the game started, he boarded a flight to foreign lands.
After learning about this, Shen Maomao silently admired his spontaneous boldness.
On the morning when the game was to begin, Shen Maomao asked for sick leave from her counselor, managed to deceive Ren Yue, and came alone to the hotel to find Lou Jingmo, sitting nervously on the sofa.
When the moment arrived, she finally became anxious, unable to control her leg shaking like a sewing machine, while secretly observing Lou Jingmo.
Just like before they entered the Lingyuan Village instance, Lou Jingmo was playing games on her phone.
This seemed to be her habit, starting a mobile game a few minutes before entering the Confession game, then continuing it after coming out of the instance.
She had never thought about failure, and she hadn’t failed in all these years.
Thinking about this, Shen Maomao felt that Lou Jingmo shouldn’t write mystery novels, but rather should write an autobiography, letting everyone properly admire this battle-hardened successful person.
Moreover, since leaving the last instance, Lou Jingmo’s mood had visibly improved, making Shen Maomao genuinely relieved.
Whether from a fan’s perspective, or… as a close friend, she didn’t want any troubles to bring worry to her idol’s brow, nor did she want Lou Jingmo to wrap herself in ice [metaphor for emotional distance].
Although she hadn’t yet reached the point where Lou Jingmo would confide in her, if one day Lou Jingmo was willing to talk, she would be the best listener.
On the other side, Golden Retriever was video calling them, shaking his leg along with Shen Maomao across the ocean: “Will it work or not?! If it works, we won’t have to go in and worry anymore! If it works, I’ll settle down here 5555 [crying], I’d rather die than return to China!”
Lou Jingmo’s eyes didn’t leave her phone screen, and hearing this, she clicked her tongue, hating that iron cannot become steel, and said: “I’ve told you before, someone has already tried this method, why won’t you believe it?”
Golden Retriever smiled sheepishly: “I just don’t want to accept it as impossible…”
Lou Jingmo shook her head and stopped responding to him.
Time slowly passed, Golden Retriever was too nervous to speak, and Shen Maomao was intently staring at Lou Jingmo’s profile.
The hour hand pointed to nine, the minute hand to four, at nine-twenty in the morning, a sudden white light appeared, enveloping the two people on the sofa, followed by the usual crazy spinning.
It’s here!
Shen Maomao’s spirits lifted, and she closed her eyes with practiced experience.
After spinning several times, she opened her eyes again and found herself standing in front of a huge iron gate of a school, with four large golden characters reading “First Elementary School” on the gate. Around her were many children at her eye level, reluctantly walking into school with their backpacks…
Wait!
Isn’t there something wrong with this eye level?!
Shen Maomao suddenly looked down at her body, and saw her short hands and tiny feet, wearing shoes decorated with some cartoon characters.
She had actually become small!
After the initial panic passed, she seemed to remember something, and her eyes suddenly became bright, scanning the surrounding campus like searchlights.
Where’s Lou Jingmo!
Where’s the miniaturized Lou Jingmo!
Where is she!!
Come out and let her see you!!!
After scanning for a long time, she couldn’t find which one was Lou Jingmo, and couldn’t help feeling panicked again.
What’s going on?! Where’s Sister Lou?! Where’s Golden Retriever?! She couldn’t be the only one who came in, right?
As she was thinking this, she suddenly heard a childish female voice calling her from over there: “Maomao! What are you doing standing at the gate? Hurry up and come in!”
This voice was unfamiliar, and Lou Jingmo would definitely never speak in such a tone.
Shen Maomao turned around and indeed saw a completely unfamiliar little face.
The little girl grabbed her hand and happily led her inside: “I heard we have a new teacher, I didn’t like Teacher Zhao at all before, wonder what the new teacher is like!”
Shen Maomao was pulled along, with a heavy expression on her face.
This little girl was likely an NPC, yet knew her name. Surfing the internet wasn’t anonymous anymore, this was too dangerous.
The school wasn’t very large, the teaching building was entirely apricot yellow, looking very child-friendly. In front of the building was a flag platform and an exercise platform, both surrounded by iron chains, and some mischievous little boys were sitting on them playing.
A male teacher rushed out from the first-floor entrance, blew his whistle twice while holding it in his mouth, and walked toward those little brats: “What are you all doing?! Which class are you from?!”
The children scattered in an instant, rushing into the teaching building.
She looked up at the azure sky, where white clouds were slowly moving from west to east; she took a breath, and the moist fragrance of soil entered her nostrils…
This instance was too real, so real it made her a bit scared…
The author has something to say:
Got one miniaturized Sister Lou!!!
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