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The auditorium was shrouded in darkness, resembling a vast black hole, with only a beam of light illuminating the stage like a solitary ray in the gloom.
A group of people surrounded a corpse, gleefully pulling at its nails, their chilling laughter echoing like screams from hell: “This is great! I can get into college, I can get into a prestigious school…”
“Tang Xuan!” Tang An'an screamed, her voice reverberating through the auditorium as she forcefully pushed her way through the crowd, rushing forward without a second thought.
Zhu Mingxuan had been dead for quite some time, his expression eerily tranquil, as if he were merely asleep.
The classmates around seemed to have gone mad, their eyes glinting with a frenzied light as they continued to close in.
“How amusing!” Lu Ziying emerged from behind the stage, a mocking smile on her face. “So many things you want to do but hesitate and falter instead, wasting your life away.”
“What did you say?” Tang An'an lifted her head, her eyes filled with anger and confusion.
“I said there isn’t a single clean person in this school.” Lu Ziying sneered, her laughter reminiscent of an owl's hoot in the night. “Chen Yao stole your nails and went to the back mountain but couldn’t bear to burn them. Zhu Mingxuan clearly saw you as a rival and tricked you into painting your nails red, yet he couldn’t bring himself to harm you out of that sour friendship and even pretended to give you his admission slot…”
“It’s you who harmed them,” Tang An'an trembled as she stood up, pointing at Lu Ziying, her voice shaking with rage.
“Chen Yao discovered Lu Ziqi’s secret in the back mountain; she had to die. As for Zhu Mingxuan? He foolishly thought he could have my nails and deserved every bit of his fate.” Lu Ziying grimly gestured at the nearly deranged classmates around them. “You see how many people are eager for his death because of the limited slots.”
“What a pity! Zhu Mingxuan and you were just pretending; he never liked you even until death,” Feng Yixiao sauntered in with a cigarette dangling from his lips, breaking the tense atmosphere with a cheeky grin.
“You’re talking nonsense!” Lu Ziying stepped forward, suddenly drawing a dagger that glinted coldly under the light. “I just wanted to get into a good school; why would I care about someone who has nothing to do with me?”
"Only you know whether you care or not." Feng Yixiao calmly jumped onto the stage, a hint of mockery in her eyes. "I'm here to tell you some bad news. The police have identified the body hanging in the Administrative Building. You, this vicious woman, not only killed your own sister with sulfuric acid, but you also skinned her face and hung it up in the Administrative Building to scare people! If someone like you gets into college, I would feel embarrassed for the admissions office."
"I did kill her, but I didn't hang the body," Lu Ziying said expressionlessly, her voice cold enough to send chills down one's spine.
"Who else could it be if not you?" Feng Yixiao pressed, her gaze fixed firmly on Lu Ziying.
"It was me." Just as those words left her lips, the director of education appeared silently at the door, like a ghost. His face bore no expression, and his tone was eerily calm. "It's normal for things to happen before college entrance exams. As the director, I will never let these matters leak out and tarnish the school's reputation."
"All for your own face and job, yet so many innocent people have died. Don't you feel guilty?" Tang An'an questioned sharply, her voice filled with anger and condemnation.
"Think what you want. Beiyue High School is a key high school in the city; I've poured my life into it and will never let it be destroyed by my hands." The director scanned the room with cold eyes. "It's a pity that all of you here are excellent students; losing you will affect the school's admission rates. But for the greater good, it must be done."
"What do you want?" Feng Yixiao's smile faded, her expression turning serious.
"I've doused the area around the Small Auditorium with gasoline." The director slowly stepped back outside, locking the door behind him with a casual motion. His voice was devoid of any emotion. "Farewell, everyone!"
Suddenly, silence fell over the room as students exchanged bewildered glances, unsure of what to do. Then came a loud bang from outside, and thick smoke poured in instantly...
That incident claimed many lives; however, most did not die from smoke inhalation but from mutual slaughter within the Small Auditorium—humanity's ugliness laid bare in that moment.
Fortunately, Feng Yixiao had notified the police in advance, managing to rescue some people in time and leaving a glimmer of hope amidst this tragedy.
Tang An'an sported a short bob, exuding a sense of competence and freshness. She walked hand in hand with Feng Yixiao, strolling through the university campus. Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting patches of golden light upon them.
Whenever she recalled that period before the college entrance examination, a shiver ran down her spine, as if those terrifying scenes were still vivid in her mind.
In the final month, Feng Yixiao had worked diligently, transforming as if she were a different person, and unexpectedly secured a spot in the art department of Yue University.
After enduring various life-and-death trials, the two finally came together, their hands tightly clasped as if conveying the preciousness of surviving adversity.
Time flowed ceaselessly, like a rushing river, and past events would eventually fade into the long river of years. All those former illusions and obsessions ultimately dissipated like a wisp of smoke in the face of sweet love, carried away by the wind.
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