The Falling Ceiling Fan

Ye Shengge pretended not to hear those words and walked all the way to the classroom in silence before sitting down.

To his surprise, Jiang Yan did not force him to make an immediate choice. Instead, he entered the classroom leisurely and sat lazily in his seat, crossing his legs while listening to his lackeys flatter him. When he heard something interesting, he would even chime in.

His attitude was very flippant, but for his lackeys who lived in fear every day, it was a massive surprise. The flattering smiles on their faces grew wider, and for once, the atmosphere was harmonious.

Ye Shengge was not as calm as Jiang Yan. Even if he appeared normal on the surface, his heart was already a mess.

If he had not heard the surrounding NPC classmates chatting about the class monitor going to the office to get the weekly test papers, he certainly would have sought out Mu Jinran to clear things up. Guessing back and forth was too troublesome, and with his brain, he could not figure out the truth anyway.

Fortunately, the wait was not too long.

After the bell rang, Mu Jinran pushed open the classroom door holding a stack of papers: “The first and second periods this morning will be for the weekly test.”

Looking at Mu Jinran distributing the papers, Ye Shengge temporarily dismissed the idea of talking to him. He obediently took out a pen, wrote his name carefully on the paper, and began to look over the exam questions.

As he looked, he began to frown.

Every question on the paper felt familiar, yet he could not remember the exact steps to solve them. He could only write based on his intuition.

Even so, he wrote very diligently. Even when Mu Jinran returned to his seat and sat down, it failed to distract his attention.

[Help! The wife is really so well-behaved!! He is actually writing the test paper seriously!!!]

[This is also something I never expected. When other players encounter similar situations, they either slack off or sneak away. It is the first time I have seen such an obedient little darling.]

[Honestly. The way the wife looks while seriously writing questions is so cute, I could watch it all morning!]

The excitement in the chat did not affect the dungeon world.

The classroom remained quiet; only the sound of the electric fan rotating and the rustle of pens on paper could be heard.

But this silence was only a brief illusion that would soon be shattered.

“Ding-dong—”

The crisp sound of message notifications rang out one after another.

Hearing the familiar notification, Ye Shengge’s heart skipped a beat, and the hand holding the pen paused.

He had an ominous premonition.

And what happened next proved that this ominous premonition was correct.

“Holy sh*t! That sucker started sending red envelopes in the class group again! Everyone, stop writing and go grab the red envelopes!” Someone said this first, and the class instantly boiled over.

“Exactly! Stop writing, let’s go grab them!” Those who did not want to take the test had their eyes light up, feeling they had found the perfect excuse to skip the work, and joined in the loud cheering.

There were too many people muddying the waters to manage.

This rowdy scene was incredibly familiar.

It was exactly like the scene during evening self-study last night.

The last bit of hope in Ye Shengge’s heart vanished completely when he saw the anonymous red envelope on his phone screen.

He understood that the second round of the Death Red Envelope game had begun.

At the same time, Mu Jinran and Jiang Yan also saw the messages in the class group.

For some unknown reason, they both clicked to claim the lucky red envelope.

When they saw the small amount finally displayed on their screens, they even felt a strange sense of disappointment.

The class became more and more boisterous.

After the erotic game instruction from last night, everyone’s interest in claiming red envelopes and watching the drama had increased significantly.

The number of people claiming the envelopes grew.

With a complicated heart, Ye Shengge also claimed the anonymous red envelope.

Fortunately, the Luck King of this round did not fall on his head. Instead, it was snatched by a male student wearing ripped pants who looked quite rebellious.

The moment the results were out, an instruction from the anonymous sender appeared in the group:

[Would the Luck King of this round please rush to the playground within one hour and kneel to repent for the wrongdoings committed in the past. If the instruction is not completed within the time limit, punishment will be issued.]

Once this instruction appeared, the Luck King seemed to remember something. The smile on his face vanished instantly, and his features became distorted with agitation. He raised his voice and shouted: “Bullsh*t game instruction! I knew it was just someone playing ghost! What could I have possibly done wrong!”

Despite his words, his reaction did not look like someone with a clear conscience. On the contrary, it looked like he was trying to use a loud voice to cover something up.

For a moment, everyone’s gaze toward the Luck King student became somewhat subtle.

“What are you looking at! If you have the guts to hide in the classroom and play ghost, do you have the guts to let me see what the punishment is right now instead of waiting an hour?” The Luck King spoke very loudly, and his voice became hoarse and unpleasant.

Ye Shengge, who had been staring at his phone screen, was predictably startled by this sudden shouting. His exquisite face turned somewhat pale.

Noticing the change in Ye Shengge’s emotions, Mu Jinran could not help but frown. He said coldly to the Luck King, who was raving like a madman: “Lower your voice.”

Being poked in his sore spot, the Luck King was nearly driven mad by his own imagination. There was no way he would lower his voice. Instead, he continued to stand there shouting.

It was not until Jiang Yan suddenly slammed the table and cursed even louder, telling him to shut up, that the Luck King was finally frightened into silence.

The other students who were whispering together also did not dare to speak again because of Jiang Yan’s outburst.

The classroom returned to the silence it had before the red envelope was claimed.

Ye Shengge hesitated for two seconds, but still kindly spoke up to remind the student in ripped pants who had become the Luck King: “You should probably do as the instruction says, or there is no telling what punishment you might encounter.”

However, this piece of advice did not have any positive effect. Instead, it provoked the other party’s anger.

The Luck King glared hatefully at Ye Shengge and sneered: “Could it be that you know who is playing ghost? Why else would you say such things.”

“Think whatever you want.” Seeing that his kindness was met with hostility and a false accusation, Ye Shengge felt a bit angry as well. He did not bother wasting any more time arguing and lowered his head to write his test paper.

But just because he did not want to waste time arguing did not mean the Luck King felt the same.

The Luck King in ripped pants suddenly stood up from his seat. He scanned everyone sitting in the classroom before turning his gaze toward Ye Shengge, who was buried in his work. He shouted: “Regardless of whether you know who is playing tricks, I will leave my words here. I am not afraid of any d*mn punishment. If you have the guts, come right now—”

Before he could finish his sentence, the rope of the ceiling fan directly above him suddenly snapped, and it fell straight down.

The direction of the fall was aimed precisely at the Luck King’s head.

A loud crash echoed.

The classroom instantly fell into a deathly silence.

A few seconds later, a piercing scream erupted from the crowd.

— “Ah! Someone is dead!!!”