Chapter 11: Police

Su Wanqing stiffly covered her face, revealing only her eyes. A strange blush crept onto her small face, difficult to conceal.

The bed bounced as Lin Cheng dove into his familiar quilt.

“Better get to bed early. I talk about protecting her, but I don’t even know how to protect a girl who’s already dead.”

Lin Cheng’s face was buried in the pillow as he muttered,
“Su Wanqing, oh Su Wanqing…”

After a good while,
Su Wanqing gradually floated out of Lin Cheng’s body. She was a ghost, an apparition, so naturally, Lin Cheng couldn’t have actually landed on her.

But this feeling of her body overlapping with someone else’s made Su Wanqing’s heart race. It was as if, with just one more thought, she could completely melt into Lin Cheng’s embrace.

Ah, no, no, that’s not right.
Melt into Lin Cheng’s body.

She gently tapped Lin Cheng’s forehead with her finger.

“You must like me. Otherwise, why would you mutter my name every day, even before going to sleep? If I were still alive right now, I think I would actually have a good impression of you.”

Su Wanqing thought to herself, then simply lay down beside Lin Cheng.

Although Lin Cheng’s habit of sleeping naked had caught her off guard, she wasn’t some shy young lady.

She had long since learned all about the male anatomy from her biology textbook.

As long as she didn’t look there, looking at his abs was quite nice.

However, that feeling of melting into Lin Cheng’s body just now had made Su Wanqing very curious.

She glanced down at the chain locked around her ankle. It was quiet, showing no reaction, so she grew bolder.

She once again crawled into Lin Cheng’s arms—or more accurately, her body gradually seeped into Lin Cheng’s.

That sensation of merging into him grew stronger.

Su Wanqing kept adjusting, aligning her posture with Lin Cheng’s. A thought suddenly flashed through her mind:
If I’m a ghost, doesn’t that mean I’m possessing him right now?

Suddenly,
Su Wanqing felt a wave of dizziness, and a heavy drowsiness washed over her. She took one last look at Lin Cheng, leaned against his back,

“Lin Cheng, I’m borrowing your body to sleep. Since you like me, you shouldn’t mind, right?”

Su Wanqing closed her eyes, her transparent body almost hidden within Lin Cheng’s, her breathing becoming steady.

The night gradually deepened.

However, compared to before, Su Wanqing’s body had clearly become a bit more ethereal.

Compared to when she was at the cemetery, her body’s transparency had increased by nearly a tenth.

Perhaps if she continued to fade, Su Wanqing’s body would disappear completely.

The next day.

April 2nd, Tuesday.

Lin Cheng woke up at exactly 6:20. Usually, his eyes would be bloodshot, but today he was exceptionally energetic, and the pain in his right arm had nearly vanished.

Maybe the system’s reward of improved physical fitness really worked.

After washing up and eating breakfast, he hurried to school, with a listless Su Wanqing trailing behind him.

Last night, sleeping for the first time as a ghost, she had a dream.
She dreamt that even as a ghost, she was going to die. Her vision grew darker and darker, until she could see nothing at all.

Darkness.
Nothingness.
Endless emptiness swallowed her.

There was nothing.

Fortunately, it was just a dream.

Su Wanqing rubbed her eyes hard and yawned. Naturally, she wanted to lean on Lin Cheng.

As she lowered her head, she suddenly noticed the chain on her ankle. Compared to her increasingly transparent ankle, the chain seemed to have darkened in color.

“Is it an illusion?”

Su Wanqing held her ankle and observed it, following Lin Cheng all the way back to the classroom.

As usual, all third-year high school students had to be present by seven o’clock, and morning reading would begin at 7:15.

But today was different. Someone had written a few large words on the blackboard in chalk:

“Today is Su Wanqing’s seventh day. Everyone, please come to the podium and say a word in her memory.”

The usual lively atmosphere around seven o’clock turned strange after those words appeared.

Lin Cheng’s expression became slightly odd. He returned to his seat and quietly asked Li Xiaoran, who was combing her hair,

“Who wrote the words on the blackboard?”

Li Xiaoran shook her head, holding a hair tie in her mouth.

“I don’t know either. They were already there when I came in this morning. No one’s erased them. It feels so creepy.”

Lin Cheng looked at Zhou Mingyuan sitting in the front row. Could he have written it?

But there was no telling from his expression.

Today was the seventh day since Su Wanqing’s death.

According to legend, a vengeful spirit would return on the seventh day to seek revenge on those who had wronged them in life.

“I’m just a weak and helpless little ghost. The only thing I can do is blow cold air into your ears.”

When Su Wanqing saw the writing on the blackboard, she was actually a little happy at first—someone was still thinking of her even after she died.
But then, realizing she’d been dead for seven days already, she felt a little sad again.

At 7:15, it was supposed to be time for morning reading, but someone walked up to the podium first. He said that he and Su Wanqing were good friends and that he was very sad about her death.

From that person onward, everyone either voluntarily or awkwardly went to the podium to say something.

Soon, it was Zhou Mingyuan’s turn. The young master of the Zhou family stood at the podium, and before he even spoke, just the act of wiping the corner of his eye made the girls who always hovered around him start to sob.

Everyone knew that Su Wanqing and Zhou Mingyuan were considered a perfect couple by their families—childhood sweethearts who were supposed to be together after graduation.

Although Su Wanqing never seemed interested in Zhou Mingyuan, he didn’t seem to mind at all and always stuck to her like glue.
So everyone just assumed Su Wanqing was being shy.

Naturally, Zhou Mingyuan must be the one most devastated by her death.

He began to speak in a sad voice, his tone heavy as he reminisced about his past with Su Wanqing. The atmosphere in the classroom grew heavier by the second.

Su Wanqing stared coldly at the murderer on the podium, then swept her gaze across the so-called friends she used to treasure.

They covered their faces in sorrow, each appearing heartbroken for Zhou Mingyuan.

But Su Wanqing saw something else in their eyes.
Were they really sad about her death?

Such good friends of mine— couldn’t they tell I never had feelings for Zhou Mingyuan?

Not a single good one among them. They’re not even as decent as that green tea, Li Xiaoran.

Just as Zhou Mingyuan was about to reach the climax of his speech, hurried footsteps echoed from the hallway.

Two men in police uniforms knocked on the classroom door. Their eyes immediately locked onto Zhou Mingyuan, who was on the podium, and Lin Cheng, who was next in line to speak.

“Zhou Mingyuan, Lin Cheng, could you please step outside? We have a few questions for you.”

“Police?!”

Su Wanqing’s eyes lit up. “Could it be that Zhou Mingyuan is going to be arrested?!”