Zhou Zhanming's younger brother died at an elite private school. The official cause of death was suicide.
Zhou Zhanming did not believe it. His younger brother had been so well-behaved and sunny.
When Zhou Zhanming got drunk, his brother would make him hangover soup so he could sleep soundly through the night.
He would hand-wash the dirty clothes Zhou Zhanming had taken off.
And whenever someone had designs on Zhou Zhanming, his brother would stand in front of him and promise, "Big Brother, I won't let anyone bully you."
Zhou Zhanming was heartbroken. His younger brother could not have killed himself...
*
A commoner transfer student arrived at St. Shield Academy, completely out of place among the school's elegant and privileged students. The only thing that fit in was his face, beautiful enough to make one's heart tremble. A crowd of heaven-favored young masters treated him like a joke, bullied him, and mocked him. They enjoyed watching the country bumpkin flush with anger in the face of their malice, and seeing him lash out with his claws when pushed too far.
Gradually, everyone realized something was wrong.
The person who had tricked him the day before broke a leg in a car accident the next day.
Those who tried to bully him soon dropped out and disappeared.
Even those who took an interest in the transfer student were struck by one bout of "bad luck" after another.
Only then did they belatedly realize that some kind of power seemed to circle the transfer student, watching them like a beast guarding its prey, eyes fixed on them...
*
To investigate the true cause of his brother's death, Zhou Zhanming moved into his brother's dormitory. He kept dreaming of his brother. At first, he thought it was because he missed him and felt guilty, but gradually, he realized something was wrong.
Whether it was the proud and arrogant student council president, the insecure, timid top student who was bullied, or even that person he loathed... why did everyone who came near him look more and more like his younger brother? Their shadows seemed to writhe and melt like tentacles. It was terrifying...
The bite marks on his lips, the milk glass that moved during the night, the underwear that vanished, and the whispers by his ear in his dreams all made his skin crawl.
*
"Mingming, was lunch good today?"
"Mingming, why are they all clinging to you? Stay away from them."
"Mingming, I saw you first. I want to gouge out all their eyes..."
Zhou Zhanming could not take it anymore. On a stormy night, he fled from all this strangeness, only to see a figure waiting at the end of the thorns. It was his younger brother.
His younger brother smiled at him, just like before, so "well-behaved" and so "sunny."
His younger brother, who had died, had come back.
P.S. 1. The gong and shou are not related by blood in any way! Not at all!
2. The gong has split copies, all of which are parts of the main body. Please be careful to tell them apart!
A seemingly upright, sunny, beautiful straight man who is actually timid and afraid of ghosts but can absolutely fight * A gloomy, fractured obsessive who isn't a ghost but is even more ghostly than one
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