06

I opened my eyes; today was the second day.

It was seven in the morning, and the sky was already light.

My dorm mates woke up one after another.

I had an early morning class, so I had to hurry.

Liam and Isaac, as usual, headed to the library when they had no classes.

Maybe they didn’t realize how much they loved studying.

Today, Ethan also planned to visit the library.

And my unfortunate companions for the early morning class were James and Henry, but they had a different route.

It seemed that this class I was destined to be alone.

‘Everyone, stay in touch at all times and keep safe. Also, don’t return to the dormitory after eight,’ Ethan kept reminding us like a worried mother.

With my things packed, I ventured alone into the unknown.

A sudden wave of desolation and melancholy washed over me.

I opened the dormitory door and saw that the door which had been opened during the dormitory inspection last night had now turned white.

The door, pale as wallpaper, gave off an eerie feeling.

From the white door, a few students walked out, chatting and laughing.

They seemed no different from normal people. But they were definitely not normal anymore.

Could this be the legendary “annihilated dormitory”?

One of the people from the white dormitory greeted me, and I forced a smile and responded perfunctorily.

Being so close to such a dormitory gave me the creeps.

Even though I arrived at the classroom ten minutes early, I was surprised to find my classmates already there.

The classroom was full, leaving only one empty seat.

Did they come so early?

Is it not against the rules?

It seems the rules didn’t say it’s not allowed.

Damn, everyone’s so sharp and competitive. I had no choice but to sit in the only available seat.

After sitting down, I realized that the person next to me was the one who was scrolling through TikTok during yesterday’s advanced math class.

Now I felt uneasy staying or leaving.

Oh well, since we’re not allowed to talk in the classroom, he can’t bother me, right?

At worst, I’ll leave after class and stay away from him.

I never expected him to be so prepared. He handed me a note.

On the note, it said: I remember you. You asked me a question before.

As a return favor, have lunch with me after class.

You won’t refuse me, right?

Shouldn’t I refuse you?

I don’t even know your name!

Just as I was about to refuse, he handed me another note.

It said: Those who refuse me end up dead. I’m not threatening you.

Isn’t this a threat?

I didn’t know what tricks these guys had up their sleeves, so I strategically decided to agree for now. I nodded.

I couldn’t focus on the class at all, not that I usually could, anyway.

The most important thing now was to get rid of this guy.

Now I understood: don’t casually ask abnormal students for help or even talk to them because they will demand something in return, double.

If you refuse, you’re dead.

[Don’t owe abnormal students any favors, not even a little.]

After some restless thinking, an idea flashed through my mind.

[If you have a problem outside the dormitory, ask your dormitory supervisor aunty.]

I should consider this a big problem.

After class, I walked out of the classroom and told that guy, “Wait for me a minute, I need to get something upstairs.”

He gave me a strange smile and said, “Don’t run away. I can find you wherever you go, and you’ll be punished.”

“I won’t run. Just wait for half an hour.”

“Fine.”

I rushed to the dormitory supervisor aunty’s office on the fourth floor, aware that making him wait had cost me another favor.

If the dormitory supervisor aunty couldn’t save me, I might need Isaac to look after my coffin.

Standing at the dormitory supervisor aunty’s office door, I knocked.

“Come in.”

I entered and told the dormitory supervisor aunty my situation.

The dormitory supervisor aunty didn’t say a word, just handed me a piece of paper and motioned for me to leave.

Standing at the office door,

I opened the note. It had three lines:

[1. The principal’s office can be visited, but it is not allowed to say that the principal’s office can be visited.]

[2. It is correct to send abnormal students to the principal’s office.]

[3. The memories of abnormal students are chaotic; they have long forgotten the rules.]

The note turned to dust after I read it.

My only way out was to send that guy to the principal’s office.

But how could I get him to go there? Should I just say it directly?

Returning to that guy, my first sentence was, “The principal wants to see you in his office.”

“The principal’s office can be visited?” he asked.

At that moment, my heart was in my throat. Had he realized I was setting him up?

[The memories of abnormal students are chaotic; they have long forgotten the rules.]

In other words, he had forgotten the rule that forbids visiting the principal’s office.

Just as I was about to answer “Yes, it can,” I paused.

[Not allowed to say that the principal’s office can be visited.]

So I changed my words: “Hurry up, the principal is looking for you. Move quickly, don’t you want to eat? I’m starving. I’ll wait for you for half an hour. If you don’t come back, I’ll leave.”

“Fine.”

Watching him leave, I remained on edge.

What if he came back unscathed? Then I really wouldn’t know what to do.

All I could do was pray he wouldn’t return.

Time passed, and fortunately, half an hour later, he hadn’t returned.

From this, I gathered a piece of information.

[The principal’s office is the correct place to deal with abnormal students.]

I summarized what had just happened and posted it in the dormitory group chat.

07

There was still some time before lunch, so I planned to sit in the library, but it was packed.

Fine, I would sacrifice myself and hide in the study room.

I’d be willing to sacrifice for the next six days too if it meant the library would stay full.

At least it would ensure most people around me were normal.

Entering the study room, I picked a random seat. I didn’t plan on talking to anyone, just listening.

The study room was different from yesterday.

Yesterday, people shared what they knew unconditionally.

Today, you had to exchange information to get information.

Freeloaders were isolated or even given wrong information.

People in the study room exchanged information via text messages.

Pity, otherwise, with my sharp ears, I could have picked up a lot.

“I have insider information about the dog, interested?”

Dog?

A dog naturally referred to those who see dogs.

I looked at the person who said this.

“Interested, I’ll exchange information with you.”

“I need the method to deal with abnormal people.”

“This…”

“If you don’t have it, leave. I’m not trading. This information almost cost me my life. If there wasn’t someone abnormal in my dormitory, I wouldn’t share this information with anyone.”

A method to deal with abnormal people?

How coincidental, I had one! I walked over to the person and said, “Hey, is your information reliable?” “It’s definitely more reliable than yours.” He rolled his eyes at me.

“I have the information you need.”

“Really? I’ve asked around, and no one knows. Don’t lie to me, or I’ll…”

He waved his fist at me.

That’s how I got the information about the dog.

I must say, this guy was quite honest.

He gave me a lot of information.

[Do not make eye contact with the cat. If you do, you must feed the cat. Those who refuse will see the dog.]

[Those who see the dog are lackeys of the student council.]

[Those who see the dog are alive.]

[Those who see the dog can return to normal after assisting the student council in dealing with 25 people.]

[Those who see the dog can summon the student council after dark.]

[Those who see the dog only need to eat steamed meat buns once a day.]

“Not easy to get this information, right? How did you manage it?” I asked him in surprise.

“Once I verify your information is correct, I’ll tell you.”

Still being mysterious?

I didn’t push further, just copied the information into the dormitory group chat.

Seeing the information about the dog, the group chat became lively.

Henry: You got so much information today, impressive.

James: Is the information reliable? Even Ethan hasn’t figured out what the dog is about.

Me: I don’t know either, but it’s better than nothing, right?

Ethan: I’ll analyze this information further.

Liam: Lunch at Canteen No. 3.

Seeing the time, it was indeed almost lunchtime.

When I arrived at Canteen No. 3, Henry and James were already there.

“Did you see anything in class today?” I asked Henry and James.

Henry shook his head and said, “If I saw such things every day, it would cost me my life, wouldn’t it?”

As I sat down with my tray, Liam, Isaac, and Ethan arrived late.

“Any discoveries?” I asked Ethan.

Liam interrupted, “Ensuring your own safety is the biggest discovery.

If I’m normal and you’re normal, everyone can be normal.”

Hmm… that made sense.

Halfway through the meal, my phone suddenly rang.

It was a message from the person I exchanged information with earlier.

It was only Six words: I used to be a dog.

He used to be someone who saw the dog?!

So, in less than a day, he returned to being normal?

He assisted the student council in dealing with 25 people… in less than a day.

That guy is ruthless.

To survive, he’s desperate.

I showed the message to my roommates, and everyone fell silent.

Now we could be sure the information was correct.

“It’s dangerous after dark, try not to stay outside,” Ethan said.

[It’s dangerous outside after dark.]

After lunch, I went to the classroom for the afternoon class.

But this class wasn’t as easy as the previous ones.

I noticed a few people constantly harassing others, trying to make them speak.

[Stay quiet in the classroom.]

Those people wanted others to break the rules.

I had a faint feeling that surviving on the second day was getting harder compared to the first day.