I am in the horror game, scrambling to steal the male lead's halo

When Gu Chaoxi and Pei Yan went downstairs, they saw Qin Wei busying around with a piece of cloth in her hand.

The color looked like it was pulled from a curtain.

There was a quilt spread on the marble counter in the open kitchen, and Zhou Ziyan was lying on it with a pale face.

He was covered with another quilt, and only his head and half of his right shoulder were exposed.

He had a fever after all.

The cloth strip originally tied on the right shoulder had been changed once by Qin Wei.

At this time, Qin Wei was soaking a strip of cloth with milk and then applying it to Zhou Ziyan's forehead.

Since there is no medicine, we can only try physical cooling.

Zhou Ziyan opened his eyes with difficulty, and closed them again.

His mind was completely confused now and he could no longer tell where he was.

The teeth seemed to be chattering.

Gu Chaoxi picked up a piece of toast and held it in his mouth, then walked over and touched Zhou Ziyan's forehead, which was terribly hot.

"Weiwei, is this possible?"

I always feel that the cloth on his head dries up after a while. Can this really reduce his temperature?

Qin Wei finally took a rest and leaned against the back of the chair weakly.

"Let's try our best. We don't have any other options now."

At least two more nights must be endured before this dimension ends.

While eating breakfast, Shen Xi looked at Zhou Ziyan with fear.

She hasn't drawn the Queen card yet!

But looking at Zhou Ziyan's current condition, maybe I will be even worse off than him?

Invisibly, a pressure fell on Shen Xi.

After everyone finished breakfast, Qin Wei got up again to soak the cloth strips again.

She opened Zhou Ziyan's tightly closed eyes and took a look, then breathed a sigh of relief.

"Still alive."

After changing the cloth strips, Qin Wei leaned on the marble table.

If the fever doesn't go down, even if he can leave the plane alive, he will probably have a lot of health problems.

After all, who would not take antipyretics when the high fever won’t go away?

If the immune system goes crazy and kills Zhou Ziyan along with him...

"Ugh."

She sighed, her shoulders slumping and her entire body relaxing.

Gu Chaoxi sat in the chair and turned around to look, not knowing what to say for a moment.

She took a strawberry and chewed it in small bites, not knowing what she was thinking.

Seeing that they had no intention of returning to their room, Luo Hai had no choice but to stay here.

Although Zhou Ziyan had a high fever, he still fell asleep in a daze.

He sank into the dream and for a moment forgot that he was still in the plane.

He seemed to see his own school, with a banner at the entrance saying Welcome New Students.

It looked like it was when he had just started school.

He walked forward excitedly, only to find that he seemed to be holding something in his hand. He looked down and saw that it was his suitcase.

Before I had time to figure out what was going on, a person suddenly jumped out in front of me and greeted me.

"You must be Zhou Ziyan, my new roommate!"

The boy in front of him had a flamboyant red hair. Zhou Ziyan knew that he was a well-known internet celebrity.

He greeted the other person with a smile, and the other person put his arm around his neck as if they were close to each other, leading them into the school.

It's all so real.

Zhou Ziyan finally laughed, and in a trance he completely forgot that all this had happened.

"The dormitory is on the seventh floor."

"Huh?" He was stunned for a moment. He clearly remembered that there was no seventh floor in the school dormitory?

However, looking at his roommate's confident look, Zhou Ziyan felt that he had remembered it wrong.

So, the two of them walked happily towards the dormitory building.

"Oh, there's no elevator installed. It's so tiring!"

As soon as I got to the third floor, my roommate started sighing.

Zhou Ziyan smiled helplessly, reached out to pull up his roommate who was lying on the ground, and continued to slowly crawl upstairs.

It was not until the two of them could no longer walk that Zhou Ziyan finally realized something was wrong.

He lay on the stairs and looked down. The corners of the stairs were one after another, and it seemed that there was no end in sight.

"Ghost hits the wall?"

His sanity finally returned a little, and cold sweat began to break out on his back as he leaned against the wall.

The school’s dormitories do indeed only have six floors, and there has never been a seven-story building.

He subconsciously looked at his new roommate whom he had just met, but found that he was the only one standing on the stairs.

There are endless stairs and empty stair corners.

This is his cage.

"What to do, what to do!"

He squatted down with his head in his hands, and buried his head in his arms helplessly.

Why did it turn out like this.

Oh, yes, he remembered, he was no longer a freshman, he was about to graduate.

But why would he return to his freshman year now?

He carefully explored his memory and finally saw the appearance of Xishu Manor in the vast expanse of white.

The quiet and classical manor seemed to have opened its doors to him.

He remembered that he had been pulled into the dimension of Xishu Manor by the other world. He was injured and had a fever.

After thinking about everything that happened, Zhou Ziyan felt a pain in his head.

There were double images in front of his eyes, and he seemed to see the new roommate swaying in front of him again.

However, he never saw his roommate again after he dropped out of school during his sophomore year.

Zhou Ziyan held his head and fell down the stairs without any strength.

The feeling of weightlessness made him open his eyes suddenly.

As far as the eye can see, is the ceiling.

Turning his head, he saw several people sitting in the restaurant.

They seemed to be playing some little game, gesturing in the air with their fingers.

"I......."

He opened his mouth and felt his voice was hoarse and his throat hurt as if it was cut by a blade.

Gu Chaoxi turned his head and stood up suddenly.

"thirsty!"

When she heard him say he was thirsty, she quickly glanced at the leftovers on the table. Fortunately, Qin Wei did not drink her glass of milk in the morning.

As she reached over to get the milk, she whispered, "You're awake. Maybe you should change the cloth on your head."

Carrying the milk over, Zhou Ziyan had already forced himself to straighten his upper body.

She handed the milk to him and heard a thin voice: "Thank you."

He took the milk and took a big gulp, then licked his cracked lips.

It really took too long to burn.

Qin Wei removed the cloth on his head and reached out to touch Zhou Ziyan's forehead.

"It's better than before, but it's still burning."

After saying that, she bent down, soaked the cloth strips again, and spread it out to apply it on Zhou Ziyan's forehead.

"Keep lying down."

Seeing that there was only an empty milk cup left in his hand, Qin Wei took it directly and pushed Zhou Ziyan down with her backhand.

"Rest well after you are burned, otherwise no one will collect your ashes here."

That's true, after all, the plane will not give the ashes to the players.

Zhou Ziyan nodded and huddled himself a little deeper into the quilt. When he saw that Qin Wei's complexion had improved, he breathed a sigh of relief.