The Short-Lived Cannon Fodder Is Haunted By A Gloomy Monster [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 4

It was currently nearly time for the end of early self-study. The hallways were deserted, and the silence was so profound that only the overlapping sounds of their two sets of footsteps could be heard.

It felt as if they were the only two people left in the world.

Qi Qi looked back at the scholarship student, who followed quietly with a school uniform draped over her head. She felt like a police officer leading a criminal in a noir film.

It actually felt quite cinematic.

Once they reached her private lounge, the scholarship student who had just been bullied by her classmates and then forcibly dragged into another “fire pit” by this demon, remained utterly silent. Qi Qi figured that since they were no longer walking, there was no need to worry about the girl tripping. She let go of the slender hand, which was slightly cooler than her own, but just before she fully released her grip, she felt the hand give hers a tiny, gentle tug.

However, when Qi Qi turned around, she saw the scholarship student already several steps away, looking as if she were facing a predatory beast and desperate to keep her distance. Qi Qi could only dismiss the sensation as a trick of her imagination. She raised her hand and beckoned, “Come here.”

Shen Lu’s vision was still shrouded in the peaceful darkness of the jacket. Along the way, the unfamiliar woody fragrance enveloping her hadn’t dissipated, instead, it became even more prominent. The more she smelled it, the more she found the faint sweetness addictive.

“Why?” Her voice was raspy, like it had been rubbed with sandpaper, carrying a sense of pure confusion.

Qi Qi rummaged through a drawer and actually managed to find a pair of sharp, unused scissors in a forgotten corner. Even she had forgotten when she’d put them there. She tested them a few times and let out a slow yawn. She was so sleepy, she wanted to get this over with so she could nap. Hearing the scholarship student’s nonsensical question, she merely frowned and urged her, “What do you mean ‘why’? Your hair looks hideous since it’s only half-cut. I’m going to finish the job.”

The scholarship student dithered for a long while before slowly walking toward the sound of the voice. She was caught off guard when she was grabbed and pressed into a chair beside Qi Qi by two hands on her shoulders that brooked no argument. For a moment, she felt utterly lost.

Despite her back being as straight as a young, growing sapling, the deep, gloomy aura surrounding her hadn’t vanished. However, the school uniform jacket sitting steadily atop her head undoubtedly added a touch of comedy to the scene.

Qi Qi reached out to remove the garment that was getting in the way of the haircut, but then, as if thinking of something amusing, her lips curled into a smile.

Hearing that laugh, Shen Lu’s body tensed instantly. She hadn’t felt much when those people were nearly slashing her face earlier, but now, facing Qi Qi alone, she felt inexplicably nervous. Perhaps it was the fear of her most shameful feature being seen, yet deep in a place she didn’t even recognize, there was a faint flicker of expectation.

…Compared to those people, I’d rather it be Qi Qi.

Shen Lu was shocked and confused even terrified, by this strange thought surfacing in her mind.

It made her feel groundlessly afraid of what Qi Qi might say next.

“Hey, look at us. Doesn’t this feel like an old-fashioned wedding where the groom lifts the bride’s veil in the bridal chamber? Marrying you might actually be quite interesting.”

As the girl laughed, her sharp features softened into a slight curve, like the magnificent sight of a melting glacier. Yet, those casual, joking words carried an ambiguous message that made it hard for the listener to tell which side she was on.

She’s just teasing me.

Shen Lu kept her head lowered, but her heart uncontrollably skipped a beat.

Then, the weight on her head vanished. In the next instant, light broke through the darkness.

Qi Qi lifted the “veil” and locked eyes with those heterochromatic pupils, one black, one green. Her smile deepened.

If one ignored the large bluish birthmark, it was actually the face of a striking beauty. Her eyes, in particular, were as gorgeous and ornate as a pair of polished, mismatched gemstones. They were long and elegant with upturned lashes. Perhaps because the pupils were a size larger than normal and exceptionally clear, there was a sense of pathetic innocence when she looked at someone.

After a few seconds of eye contact, the girl abruptly looked away.

Qi Qi didn’t have a fetish for forcing people to look at her, even if those eyes were indeed more beautiful than the expensive jewels she owned.

“Alright, I’m starting.”

She didn’t wait for the scholarship student, whose silence made one wonder if she were truly mute to speak. She reached out and grabbed a lock of jet-black hair. Hmm, it feels like cool, soft silk.

The scissors snicked and snapped beside Shen Lu’s cheek, and the snipped black fragments rustled as they fell into Qi Qi’s fair palm.

Shen Lu’s gaze lingered there, it looked like a sudden blemish on pure white snow. She could feel her previously obstructed field of vision becoming crystal clear.

“Done. Scholarship student, tilt your head a bit to the right.”

The person under her hands only moved when prompted, her movements stiff and awkward, like a machine that hadn’t been oiled.

What Shen Lu felt most self-conscious about and hated most was this face. Usually, when people saw it, she felt not only anxiety and pain, but a sincere impulse to kill whoever was looking at her. Sometimes this urge was so strong it made her remaining sanity teeter on the edge.

But toward Qi Qi, she only felt shame, embarrassment, and a hint of indefinable annoyance. Aside from that, no dark emotions germinated as they had in the past.

She didn’t understand why.

“What are you standing there for? Playing ghost or a mushroom? Hurry up and go shower, you’re filthy.”

Qi Qi spoke to Shen Lu with the casualness of addressing a pet cat or dog. She then completely relaxed her body and lay down on the wide sofa, intending to have a good sleep. Just lying on the soft cushions made her body, stiff from sleeping on a desk, feel like it was stretching out.

She was so stupid, instead of sleeping on a hard chair, she should have come here to catch up on sleep long ago. Regardless, she had already finished the high school curriculum, it didn’t matter whether she attended class or not.

Soon, she drifted into a sweet dreamland.

Shen Lu didn’t move until she heard the girl’s breathing become steady and long.

She should kill this person right now.

The sharp scissors that had just cut her hair were right by her hand, within reach.

Her mind was filled with the events that had happened not long ago. Those fluctuations of humiliation and anger were still fresh, requiring no effort to recall.

But…

Shen Lu walked over to the breathing girl and slowly crouched down. She gazed at the beautiful face she envied. The scissors in her hand glinted with a sharp, cold light as the icy blade lightly brushed against the soft skin. If Qi Qi were awake, she certainly wouldn’t be as well-behaved as she was now.

The cold metal scissors dropped onto the exquisite, soft long-wool carpet without a sound.

Shen Lu reached out a finger, wanting to touch that cheek which looked like a piece of snowy, soft, delicious cake, but then she hesitated and withdrew her hand, remembering she hadn’t showered yet.

Are all young mistresses this fastidious?

Better go shower first.