Don't cry, baby. I'll punish you tonight.

"Otherwise, what is the truth, Huan Huan?"

Lin Qinghuan smiled, then tilted her head, smiling playfully but bitterly, "Do you think it's possible that He Yanlang is pestering me?"

Wen Yijing was stunned for a moment, moved her eyes away from Lin Qinghuan, looked forward, and held her eyes, "It's not impossible."

"Ha... Jingjing, you are really not good at lying." Wen Yijing didn't dare to look at people when she spoke against her will.

"It's really...really possible...Huanhuan..." Wen Yijing said.

"Maybe." Lin Qinghuan didn't care about the answer anymore. He just continued to look up at the distance, feeling the wind.

"I'm going to the bathroom." Wen Yijing said.

"Yeah." She responded lightly.

Wen Yijing stood up and walked towards the playground. Her back was lost in the darkness until she disappeared.

Lin Qinghuan withdrew his gaze, lay on his back, closed his eyes, emptied his mind, and felt the sounds of nature.

I don’t know how much time passed, maybe one minute, maybe three minutes, or maybe five minutes.

Suddenly, almost in an instant, Lin Qinghuan screamed, "Ah...", and her body was instantly covered with liquid. She opened her eyes in horror and looked for the direction of the splash, only to see two backs, quickly fleeing, running down the stands, and then quickly disappearing.

Lin Qinghuan wanted to chase after him, but just after taking a step, he took it back.

Her body was covered in green paint, as were the tables and chairs around her. She looked blankly at her clothes, pants, shoes, long hair, and hands.

A whole bucket of paint was still dripping down her body.

In an instant, tears fell and Lin Qinghuan stood there at a loss.

Walk down from the stands? But the playground was full of people, and the green paint should be more winking and more ironic, and it was obvious that the paint was deliberately targeting her.

She was afraid that someone would come up and see her in a half-human, half-ghost state. So, Lin Qinghuan found a corner, hid herself, and waited for Wen Yijing to come back.

The tears are still falling.

Wen Yijing probably came back and saw that there was no one at the original place. Then the phone rang and she asked in shock, "Huanhuan, where are you? Why is there paint in this place?"

Lin Qinghuan held back her tears and said, "Jingjing...you go to the top...I...I'm on the back of the last pillar."

Wen Yijing rushed up quickly and found Lin Qinghuan hiding behind a stone pillar. Her body was covered with paint, and even half of her face was green. The places where Lin Qinghuan had squatted were all green, which looked extremely embarrassing and weird.

Without any disgust, Wen Yijing quickly took off her coat and covered Lin Qinghuan with it, then squatted on the ground and called Yan Xia.

"Hey, Xia Xia, Qing Huan had an accident on the playground. Bring a towel, a bottle of mineral water, a mask, a windbreaker, and a baseball cap."

It seems like someone is asking something.

"She was splashed with paint in the stands, all over her body."

The person on the other side was cursing and said he would be there soon.

Wen Yijing took out a tissue to wipe the paint off Lin Qinghuan's face. Lin Qinghuan refused to look up and buried his face in his knees.

"Huanhuan, raise your head. I'll wipe the dirt off your face first."

Lin Qinghuan raised her head, tears streaming down her face. Wen Yijing was shocked by what she saw, and her hands froze for dozens of seconds without moving. She moved very gently, "Did you see anyone?"

Lin Qinghuan shook his head. When he was splashed, he saw two blurry figures when he opened his eyes, and they disappeared almost in an instant.

Soon, Yan Xia and Jian Yan also came down.

The two were shocked and angry, cursing, "Who the hell did this?"

They cursed at each other but did not stop their actions. They immediately put a windbreaker on Lin Qinghuan, tied up her long hair, put on a hat, and wiped her face with a wet towel.

"No one was seen."

The rest is almost impossible to wipe clean.

"Let's go to the infirmary?" Wen Yijing said.

"No need, I'll just go back to the dormitory and take a shower." Lin Qinghuan said calmly, "I don't feel any other discomfort."

"This needs to be washed with olive oil. I'll go to the supermarket to buy a bottle of olive oil first. Huanhuan, you go back and scrub it with soap first." Jian Yan said and immediately ran to the supermarket.

"Xia Xia, go report this to the counselor and investigate the surveillance footage to see if you can find the person. Now go back with Huan Huan to clean up, and then take her to the infirmary for a check-up." Wen Yijing said.

Yan Xia nodded, and the troops were divided into three groups, each going about their business.

The windbreaker blocked most of the paint, but green was still visible on the shoes and trouser legs. Lin Qinghuan wore a mask and a baseball cap, wrapping herself tightly, and stayed close to Wen Yijing.

I received a lot of looks along the way, but most people were well-mannered. They took a curious look and then looked away. There were also some unmannered people who whispered behind my back.

"That girl smells so bad, what is that smell?"

"Paint? It smells like paint."

"Oh my god, it smells terrible. Let her go first."

There were also people walking towards them, fanning themselves in front of them with their hands, "Oh my god, it stinks, yue~"

...

Yes, the smell of paint was also very strong and everyone could smell it except her roommates. It’s not that they couldn’t smell it, but their focus was on her.

Wen Yijing just held Lin Qinghuan's arm tightly and quickly took them back to the dormitory.

Back in the dormitory, Wen Yijing quickly took out a brand new soap from her drawer, opened it, and handed it to Lin Qinghuan. Lin Qinghuan walked into the bathroom and cleaned herself.

Her hair was tangled together, forming a knot that couldn't be combed out no matter how hard she tried. Lin Qinghuan was in so much pain that tears came to her eyes. She cried silently while combing her hair. Wen Yijing was walking back and forth outside anxiously, talking to her from time to time.

"Huanhuan, are you ready to clean up?"

"Fortunately."

"Huanhuan, if you want to cry, just cry. Don't hold it in."

"Yeah! It's okay."

...

About ten minutes later, Jian Yan also came back from the supermarket panting. She was breathing heavily, with her hands on her waist and sweat all over her baby face. She had run all the way back. "Olive oil... hurry... use the olive oil to wash."

Lin Qinghuan opened the door and stretched out a hand that was scratched by friction and had green paint on it. She took it with trembling hands, "Thank you Yanyan."

Wen Yijing and Jian Yan both saw those hands.

Lin Qinghuan is rubbing so hard.

"Huanhuan, be gentle with yourself, rub it slowly, rub it slowly with your hands."

"It can't be washed clean!" Lin Qinghuan felt aggrieved. Soap can wash away most of it, but it can't wash it clean.

"Soap can only clean roughly. You can use olive oil, pour it on the painted area, and rub it slowly without using too much force." Jian Yan said.

"Yeah!" Lin Qinghuan responded.