The Good Person Card and the Dormitory Invitation

Just as Ye Shengge was thinking about these messy things with a guilty conscience, Mu Jinran suddenly spoke up.

“Are you tired?”

Ye Shengge was startled. After coming to his senses, he shook his head quickly.

“It is fine, I am not tired.”

Due to the influence of the bullet-chat, Ye Shengge was too embarrassed to look up at Mu Jinran while answering. His cheeks had become as pink as a ripe peach.

It made people want to lean in and take a bite to see if he would bleed sweet, delicious juice just like the fruit.

Mu Jinran lowered his eyes, seeing through the flushed youth’s guilt at a glance.

But he did not ask a single question. He simply gave a faint hum and instructed:

“Remember to tell me if you get tired. Do not try to show off. I have a lot of strength and can help you carry them back.”

“Okay.” Hearing these words of concern, the corners of Ye Shengge’s mouth curled up into a sincere smile.

He subconsciously ignored the shameful incident with the bullet-chat from a moment ago. Looking at Mu Jinran seriously, he said:

“Class Monitor, you are truly a good person.”

This was the first time Mu Jinran had ever received a “good person card.”

A rare expression other than indifference appeared on his icy face, and his eyes were filled with surprise and complexity.

“A good person?”

Seeing this scene, the viewers in the live-stream room burst out laughing instantly.

It was the first time they had seen a player give an NPC a good person card.

Ye Shengge was not affected at all and nodded seriously.

“Yes.”

He added silently in his heart: And he is a gentle and kind-hearted person too.

It was just that his appearance was a bit intimidating and he looked difficult to get along with. This must be why the other players and viewers thought Mu Jinran was a bad person.

But it did not matter; it was enough that he knew Mu Jinran was not a bad person.

Mu Jinran: “Thank you.”

After thanking him, the emotions in his eyes became even more complex and difficult to discern.

So, he thought he was a good person?

After hearing this thank you, Ye Shengge became even more certain that Mu Jinran was a good person.

Specifically, a good person who lacked praise.

Thus, for the rest of the walk back to the classroom, Ye Shengge spent the entire time talking to Mu Jinran. Out of every three sentences, two were compliments.

Mu Jinran would occasionally cooperate and respond with a few words, no longer facing Ye Shengge with a cold face.

With the conversation distracting him, Ye Shengge forgot that the books he was holding were heavy. Without realizing it, the chat became more cheerful.

It was a picture of harmony.

However, when someone saw this scene, their mood instantly soured.

Jiang Yan watched Mu Jinran and Ye Shengge getting so close, and the irritation in his heart could not be suppressed.

He could not help but turn his head away and curse irritably:

“F*ck! Still laughing so happily after being played. Truly a simple-minded little fool.”

The lackey standing at the very front did not know who Jiang Yan was cursing, but hearing those words, he subconsciously tried to please him.

“Boss, who are you annoyed with? I will go beat him up for you.”

The other lackeys scrambled to nod, fearing they would be left out.

Jiang Yan looked at this group of eager lackeys, and the rage in his heart grew heavier.

He slapped the forehead of the lackey who first suggested a beating. The dull thud sounded painful.

“You f*cking idiot, who did you say you were going to beat up?”

He himself was reluctant to even get close, only daring to watch from afar for fear of scaring him away. Yet first, he was fooled by that pretending hypocrite, and now someone wanted to bully him right in front of his face.

This was truly more than he could bear.

The slapped lackey quickly covered his head and wailed.

“Boss, stop hitting me! I was wrong! I was wrong! I meant I would beat myself up! Beat myself up!”

Jiang Yan finally let go, feeling that these days were simply too boring.

Yet the fun he had finally found was being led away by someone else.

Thinking of this, Jiang Yan stared intently at the little rabbit who had been attracted by the noise of the scuffle, but only took a brief glance before timidly looking away to whisper secrets to the boy next to him.

The uncomfortable feeling in his heart grew stronger.

He touched the area over his heart, thinking it was truly like seeing a ghost.

This was clearly only their first meeting, so why could this little rabbit influence his emotions so easily?

On the other side.

Ye Shengge’s face turned pale as he watched the student being slapped by the irritable boy. He could not help but lean toward the boy next to him, lowering his voice to a whisper.

“Mu Jinran, that student who hit the other one looks so scary.”

He originally thought that regarding such behind-the-back gossip, Mu Jinran would at most turn a blind eye and certainly not participate. To his surprise, the other party actually gave a light hum of agreement.

Though the volume was not loud, it definitely meant he agreed with the bad things Ye Shengge had just said.

Ye Shengge’s eyes widened, doubting if something was wrong with his ears.

However, Mu Jinran’s next words proved his ears were fine.

“He is not a good person. Stay away from him in the future.”

After saying that, Mu Jinran added an extra warning.

“He has a lot of bad intentions. If he says anything to you in private, absolutely do not believe him.”

While saying these words, Mu Jinran’s expression was incredibly solemn, and his tone was serious.

One would think he was discussing a grave matter of national importance with Ye Shengge.

But for Ye Shengge, this was indeed a major event.

He responded with a solemn expression.

“I know. I will not believe anything he says.”

Leaving aside that this was advice from one of the few NPCs confirmed to be a good person, even without it, Ye Shengge was unwilling to associate with such a dangerous person who looked like he could explode and beat someone at any moment.

Seeing the youth’s tense, battle-ready posture, Mu Jinran hesitated for a few seconds before saying:

“But you do not need to be so nervous. If he looks for trouble, you can tell me.”

Ye Shengge nodded like a chick pecking at rice.

Go to the teacher if something happens, and if the teacher is not there, go to the class monitor. This was logic even a primary school student understood.

In a dungeon world centered around a terrifying story involving a class chat group, looking for the class monitor was clearly more reliable than looking for a teacher.

Seeing the youth was so obedient, Mu Jinran’s expression gradually softened. He asked softly:

“Do your hands still hurt?”

His voice was deep and magnetic.

It was so good it could make one’s ears go numb.

The tips of Ye Shengge’s ears could not stop a layer of light pink from rising as he answered stutteringly.

“They do not hurt anymore.”

Actually, they still hurt quite a bit.

Even though Ye Shengge had calculated the weight he could handle when deciding to carry the books back himself, it did not help much.

Because his skin was too delicate, even a little friction could make it red, let alone carrying books.

At this moment, the skin under Ye Shengge’s sleeves had already turned red in a large patch.

He could clearly feel that burning sting; it was incredibly uncomfortable.

But driven by vanity, Ye Shengge did not want Mu Jinran to know about this. He put on an act of being perfectly fine, hoping to quietly fool him.

Unfortunately, the other party was sharp-eyed and saw through his little scheme at a glance.

Mu Jinran’s lips pressed into a straight line as he stared wordlessly at the youth who did not even dare to look at him.

He stared for a long time—so long that the youth was even thinking about how to escape this awkward place. Only then did he turn away, taking a white porcelain jar of ointment from his drawer. He asked in a calm tone:

“Will you apply it yourself, or should I help you?”

“I can do it myself. I will not trouble the Class Monitor.”

Ye Shengge hurriedly took the ointment. He lowered his head and seriously applied it to his palms, not daring to say another word to Mu Jinran.

For some reason, he felt this version of the Class Monitor was a bit scary.

Hearing this distant title, Mu Jinran’s eyes darkened slightly. He said softly:

“I am sorry. I was just a little worried.”

Upon hearing this, Ye Shengge stopped applying the ointment and looked at Mu Jinran in surprise.

At this moment, Mu Jinran looked like a large dog that had done something wrong and was being disliked by its owner—anxiously circling around while trying every possible way to make the owner happy.

This comparison did not match Mu Jinran’s appearance at all.

But Ye Shengge had a weird feeling that it was a perfect fit.

Thinking this way, Ye Shengge instantly stopped feeling that Mu Jinran was scary.

He shook his head and whispered:

“It is okay.”

After saying that, he made a small joke to lighten the atmosphere.

“Your drawer is like Doraemon’s magic pocket; it feels like you can take anything out of it.”

Mu Jinran’s eyes flickered, and his tone sounded somewhat helpless.

“It was just a coincidence.”

Ye Shengge did not think much of it. After applying the ointment, he returned the jar.

The effect of the ointment was excellent. Once applied, he could feel the stinging sensation disappearing; it was cool and very comfortable.

If he did not know this place was a horror world, Ye Shengge would definitely have asked Mu Jinran where he bought it.

“My family made it themselves. It can be used for scrapes and scratches; the effect is good. If you want to use it, remember to tell me.”

Mu Jinran explained specifically when he took the ointment back, as if he could hear what Ye Shengge was thinking.

The corners of Ye Shengge’s mouth curved up as he smiled.

“Thank you.”

Even though he likely would not trouble Mu Jinran for such precious ointment again, it felt very heart-warming to hear.

He marveled in his heart for the countless time: The Class Monitor is truly a good person!

“By the way, there is one more thing.”

Mu Jinran paused for a few seconds to organize his words before speaking again.

“There are no classes with the class teacher today. Before he left, did he mention where your dormitory is? Or rather, have you gone through the boarding procedures with him?”

Ye Shengge shook his head in a daze.

Following Mu Jinran’s reminder, he suddenly realized that he seemingly had not considered the issue of accommodation at all.

the task for this dungeon was to survive for seven days.

The identity he was given was a transfer student whose parents were divorced, moving alone to S City to study in Grade 12 Class 5.

In other words, his only choice now was to live at school.

But the problem was, leave aside knowing where the dorm was—he had even forgotten about the boarding procedures.

He did not know if the class teacher was still on campus. If not, who should he go to for the procedures?

Assuming it was too late to handle the paperwork, where would he stay?

He could not end up on the streets, right?

In the past, these things were managed by his butler, but now he had to rely on himself.

The inexperienced Ye Shengge was very worried.

[Hahaha, the wife’s muddled look is so cute. He probably never imagined that the first trouble he’d face in the dungeon isn’t surviving the boss, but finding a place to sleep.]

[No way! No way! The wife isn’t really going to end up on the streets, right? If that’s the case, I’m running to the street to wait right now. By nightfall, I’ll harvest a freshly made idiot wife!!!]

[Take me with you. I’ve already prepared a grand villa to hide my wife in!]

[To be fair, ending up on the streets might not be bad for a useless waste. At least there are more people there. The boss would definitely have reservations about acting, so he might live a few days longer instead of dying miserably right away.]

[LMAO, if you don’t like watching a waste, then get out. Why are you talking sh*t here? Just because you don’t like it doesn’t mean others don’t. Do you have to come here to show off your presence? How unlucky!]

[I just love watching a silly little waste snack! I love watching a delicate, beautiful wife! Die of anger! Die of anger! Don’t watch if you’re so capable!]

For a while, the bullet-chat section was filled with all sorts of insults to defend Ye Shengge.

The entire scene was very rowdy.

The viewer who deliberately tried to stir up trouble was silenced by the high combat-power viewers, and some even teamed up to report and ban the account.

When Ye Shengge snapped out of his worry and glimpsed the flood of donations and “hugging the wife” comments in the bullet-chat, he was so surprised he did not know how to react.

Since when did his live-stream room have so many viewers?

And those viewers seemingly were all wealthy people?

The system suddenly popped up.

[When the live-stream room first opened, many viewers were attracted, but the majority were silently admiring your looks. Just now, someone deliberately stirred up trouble, and they are sending gifts to comfort you. You can get half of the donated money, and the other half is my commission.]

Hearing the system’s words, Ye Shengge finally understood what happened.

But what he cared about was not how much money he could get from the donations, nor how much commission the system could get.

Ye Shengge frowned and replied softly in his heart:

[I did not see the person stirring up trouble, and I am not angry or sad. I do not need everyone to spend so much money on gifts.]

This time the system was silent for a while before finally deciding to tell Ye Shengge the truth.

[At first, they sent gifts because some viewers specifically wanted to comfort you regarding the trouble-maker. But those who followed later were more worried about you ending up on the streets.]

There was one sentence the system did not say.

That was, the viewers donating frantically were hoping that after the system received its commission, it could find a comfortable place for the little idiot streamer to sleep well if he really ended up on the streets.

Such a thing had never happened once since the horror live-stream game began.

To put it bluntly, most players involved in this game were desperate outlaws, and the viewers were perverts seeking excitement.

Only Ye Shengge was different.

He was pulled in by mistake.

But by the time the system realized it had pulled the wrong person, it was too late to send him back.

The only remedy the system could provide was to secretly go easy in the first dungeon world by winding the timeline back a bit, giving the little youth—who was as timid and delicate as a white rabbit—more chance to adapt.

But the system did not expect that those viewers, full of malicious fun and wishing for the streamers to encounter more danger and die more miserably, would be so special toward this “waste snack” who was useless except for his beautiful face.

They would not only worry if the delicate waste snack would be tired while carrying books but also feel distressed about whether his hands would hurt afterward. They were even so nervous about the prospect of him ending up on the streets when it had not even happened yet.

Even the murderous boss in the horror world looked at this waste snack differently.

It all seemed so unrealistic.

But it was truly happening.

While the system felt surprised, it also had a feeling of “as expected.”

If that special existence was Ye Shengge, it seemingly was not that hard to understand.

Because even the system, which had no emotions, was extra attentive to this host who was so fragile he looked like he’d break if touched, fearing he might have an accident if he wasn’t careful.

Thinking of this, the system’s data was about to twist into a ball from its inner conflict.

Ye Shengge did not know what the system was conflicted about.

He was silent for several seconds and asked weakly:

[Then could I trouble you to tell them for me? Do not indulge in donations; spend within your means and consume moderately.]

Given the impulsive way the live-stream room was donating, some viewers would lose their homes sooner or later.

System: […]

Ye Shengge thought the system was reluctant to give up the commission. He quickly added:

[All that money donated before is yours; I do not want it. Now could I trouble you to tell them?]

The system gave a faint hum.

It did not tell its simple host that those viewers were people who did not lack money. Nor did it take the remaining money as the host said. Instead, it relayed this sentence to the viewers for free.

As for the viewers’ reaction, that was outside its scope of consideration.

Seeing the system’s cooperation, Ye Shengge breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to the accommodation issue.

His face was slightly flushed from embarrassment. His eyelashes fluttered as he stole a glance at the boy in front of him.

“I have neither.”

Hearing this answer, an imperceptible trace of a smile actually flashed through Mu Jinran’s normally cold and indifferent eyes.

Before the youth could get angry from embarrassment, he spoke in time to soothe him.

“It is okay. I can handle the procedures for you just the same.”

Ye Shengge’s eyes lit up.

“Really?!”

“Mm.” Mu Jinran nodded, then frowned and said with some difficulty:

“It is just that dormitory space at school is tight. Single rooms have all been taken. You might be placed in another multi-person dorm that has a vacancy.”

Ye Shengge could not help but frown.

“Is this the only choice?”

He was already not used to living with others, let alone when the people he’d be living with were NPCs who were eerily enthusiastic.

“There is one more choice.” Mu Jinran’s voice was very calm, yet it had a strange persuasiveness.

“You can ask other students and see if there is a vacancy in their dorms. If a student with a vacancy is willing to live with you, I can just place you there.”

This sentence made Ye Shengge even more troubled.

At the same time, he felt he was truly a fussy drama queen.

But he just could not get over the hurdle in his heart.

Fortunately, at this time, Mu Jinran said considerately:

“How about this: if you are too embarrassed to ask other students, you can stay at my dorm. It just so happens there is one vacancy there.”

“Thank you so much; you are truly a good person.”

Ye Shengge looked at Mu Jinran with immense gratitude. Without thinking much of it, he thanked him politely.

“It is okay. The teacher said to help the new student; this is what I should do,” Mu Jinran said casually.

He showed no intention of taking credit.

This made Ye Shengge admire him even more.

In Ye Shengge’s eyes right now, the holy light radiating from Mu Jinran was more dazzling and intense than the combined light of the Virgin Mary and the Bodhisattva.

However, this scene full of tear-jerking classmate bond caused the viewers in the live-stream room to collectively explode.

[NOPE? Why was the wife abducted to the dorm by the wild man in just the blink of an eye?! The wife is so simple; won’t he be bullied???]

[Am I the only one who thinks something is wrong? How could there be such a coincidence? Other players matched to this dungeon usually end up in a separate dorm. Why is it that for the wife, dorm resources are suddenly tight and he has to find someone to live with?]

[The person above has a point, but… he applied ointment to the wife! Maybe this really is just a coincidence? I’ve never seen an NPC so friendly to a player and asking for nothing in return. If this is all an act… then it’s simply too terrifying.]

[Emm… as everyone knows, the horror NPCs in this live-stream game only play hardball; the possibility of pretending is almost zero. But isn’t it a bit too early to say there’s no return? You have to realize the wife is so beautiful, and now he’s living with him…]

The bullet-chat messages appeared one by one in front of Ye Shengge, showing severe polarization.

But most viewers still stubbornly believed that the NPC named Mu Jinran definitely had an agenda.

Ye Shengge stole a glance in Mu Jinran’s direction, feeling that everyone was being far too suspicious.

How could such a good Class Monitor, who only inconvenienced himself to help others and never asked for anything, be that kind of deep-thinking person?