The little crybaby in the group, the young master is a softie

"Zhou Ren..." Jian Yi's voice trembled a little, "Did you hear that?"

The other party didn't speak.

The sound of combing hair continued, rustling, rustling, becoming clearer and clearer, as if it was right next to her ear. Jian Yi closed her eyes tightly, not daring to open them. The cold sweat on her back soaked her clothes. She thought of the senior student in the red skirt that Zhou Ren mentioned, and the shadow in the bathroom...

After an unknown amount of time, the combing sound stopped.

Instead, there was a very light sound of footsteps, the sound of bare feet stepping on the floor, coming out of the bathroom and slowly approaching her bed.

Jian Yi's heartbeat was about to stop. She could feel the footsteps stop under her bed, and then something climbed up along the bed frame.

It was the sound of fabric rubbing against each other, very light and a little cold, getting closer and closer.

Her eyes shot open.

In the moonlight, a red shadow was lying on the edge of her bed, with long hair hanging down, covering her face, and a pale hand resting on her quilt, with nails painted with bright red nail polish.

Jian Yi's throat seemed to be blocked by something and he couldn't make any sound.

The shadow slowly raised its head, its long hair parted, revealing a swollen and purple face. Its eyes were two black holes, and the corners of its mouth were stretched as if it was smiling.

"My child..." A hoarse voice sounded in her ears, with a piercing chill, "Have you seen my child?"

"what--!!!"

Jian Yi finally screamed. She wanted to hide, but her body seemed to be nailed in place, unable to move. The pale hand slowly rose and stretched towards her face...

"boom!"

With a loud bang, the dormitory door was blown open by the wind, and the night wind from outside blew in, carrying the scent of camphor trees. The red shadow seemed to be blown away by the wind and disappeared in an instant.

Jian Yi was panting heavily, her whole body was shaking, cold sweat soaked her back. She sat up and looked under the bed, nothing was there. The bathroom door was still ajar, it was pitch black inside, no sound was heard.

Song Ran was awakened and asked dazedly, "What happened? Who called me just now?"

Zhou Ren poked her head out from the upper bunk. The moonlight shone on her face, and she couldn't see her expression clearly: "Heh...did you have a nightmare?"

Jian Yi opened his mouth, his throat was so dry and painful: "I... I saw..."

"What did you see?" Zhou Ren's voice was very calm. "Did you see the person in the red dress?"

Jian Yi looked at her, and tried to see Zhou Ren's eyes clearly in the moonlight. There was no surprise in them, only a kind of calmness that showed understanding.

"I told you a long time ago," her smile looked particularly strange in the night, "This building is not peaceful, especially... the bunk you sleep in is closest to her."

Song Ran woke up completely. He sat up and turned on the flashlight on his phone. The beam of light shone in the dormitory. "What are you talking about? What red dress? Jian Yi, are you okay?"

Jian Yi didn't say anything, just staring at the bathroom door, her heart still beating wildly. She didn't know if what she just saw was a dream or reality, but the biting cold, the hoarse voice, and the pale hand were all terrifyingly real.

She looked down at her quilt. It was empty, but she always felt that the cold touch still remained on it.

The night was still long, and the wind outside the window was howling, as if someone was crying. Jian Yi hugged her knees tightly, huddled in the corner of the bed, and dared not close her eyes again. She had a premonition that from tonight on, the weirdness in this old building had already entangled her.

She took out her cell phone and wanted to call Su Yang, but quickly gave up. Today was the first day of school, and he must have something to do, so she couldn't delay him.

Su Yang was indeed very busy today.

Since the morning, the carved iron gate of the St. British University has been jammed with people. It's not the students who are pushing the cars, but the long queue of dozens of black cars that fills the entire street, with the license plate of the Rolls-Royce Phantom at the head of the queue dazzling.

Following behind were Bentley and Maybach, and even the nanny car at the end was a custom-made one, its windows reflecting the blue of the sky, like a moving sapphire.

The doors opened almost simultaneously, and eight bodyguards in black suits and white gloves got out first, moving in unison as if they had copied and pasted, and quickly formed a vacuum zone around the car. Then, the butler Uncle Lin led four servants and quickly stepped forward, bowed and opened the door of the middle Phantom.

"Master Eldest, Master Younger, Master Mingxi, we've arrived at school." Uncle Lin's voice was neither loud nor low, but it clearly covered the surrounding noise.

Su Xiang stuck his head out, the cuffs of his white shirt rolled up to his forearms, revealing the low-key Patek Philippe on his wrist. The sunlight fell on the ends of his hair, gilding it. He turned back and reached into the car, first pulling Su Yang out, then naturally holding Ming Xi's waist, pinching her slender waist with his fingertips.

"Hmm!" Ming Xi's body froze, and his fair cheeks flushed instantly. He was wearing a light gray sweater with a slightly open collar, revealing his delicate collarbone. He timidly shrank behind Su Xiang: "Don't... don't mess around, there are so many people watching us."

"What are you afraid of?" Su Xiang smiled ambiguously, lowering his voice so that only the two of them could hear it, but his fingers deliberately rubbed his hips again, "How dare they look?"

Sure enough, the bodyguards and servants around were all watching. Even when the principal and a group of department heads came over, they only dared to look at the tips of the three young masters' shoes. They nodded and bowed so much that they almost bent their waists to 90 degrees: "Master Su! Master Su! Master Mingxi! Welcome to Shengying! Your presence really makes our school glorious!"

The Dean of Studies, who was following behind the principal, was holding three gold-plated gift bags for the students. He held them in both hands as if they were holding an imperial decree, and the wrinkles on his face were smiling like chrysanthemums:

"We have already prepared the dormitories for the three young masters! Although you will not be living on campus, we have converted the dormitories into lounges according to your housekeeper's request. The massage chairs, refrigerators, and projectors inside are all the latest models, and even the curtains are hand-embroidered in Italy..."

"Okay." Su Xiang interrupted him, his tone calm but with an unquestionable aura, "Uncle Lin, have you completed the admission procedures?"

"Master, everything is done." Uncle Lin handed over three leather folders. "Registration forms, class schedules, and campus cards are all in them. Your exclusive elevator has been debugged and goes directly from the school gate to the top floors of each teaching building, avoiding all public areas. Lunch will be arranged at the school's VIP restaurant. The chef is a Michelin three-star chef invited from Paris, and a menu has been prepared according to your taste."

Su Yang couldn't wait any longer, so he pushed through the crowd and rushed forward, but was stopped by Su Xiang: "Why are you in such a hurry, brother?" He stuffed the folder into Su Yang's hand and ruffled his hair. "Let's go to the auditorium for the opening ceremony first, and then I'll take you for ice cream. Be good."

"Brother, you ruined my hairstyle." Su Yang took his hand away with a playful smile, muttered and ran to the auditorium. After running two steps, he turned back and shouted, "Brother, Mingxi, come quickly! If you go too late, you won't get a good seat!"

Ming Xi was about to move, but Su Xiang grabbed his wrist. While the bodyguard and the butler were chatting with the principal, he scratched their palms with his fingertips and laughed in a low voice: "Why are you running so fast? Sit next to me at the ceremony later."

The latter quickly glanced around, and seeing that no one was paying attention, he broke free and whispered, "Don't be a hooligan. If Su Yang finds out about our relationship, it will be over."

"It will be fun if my brother finds out. Let's see if he will be so angry that he beats you to death." Su Xiang raised an eyebrow and suddenly reached out and pinched his butt with neither too much nor too little force, just enough to make Ming Xi jump in surprise.

"Su Xiang!" He was so scared that he almost screamed, covering his butt and hiding behind, "Are you crazy? I told you to stop!"

Just as they were arguing, Su Yang, the fool, came running back in a hurry, "What are you two doing? Hurry up! Everyone go in!"

Su Xiang stepped forward, hugged Su Yang's neck and said with a smile: "I know, let's go."

The auditorium was already full of people, but it was so quiet that you could hear a pin drop. The stage in front of them was covered with red carpet, and on it was a row of single sofas, which were a bit higher than ordinary seats. They were the "VIP seats" specially prepared for students with prominent family backgrounds.

Su Xiang led the two of them straight over. The bodyguards immediately cleared a circle of space around the sofa, and the butler directed the servants to put iced mineral water, wet towels, and even a small plate of cut fruit on the small table next to them.

A blond boy next to him greeted with a smile: "Su Xiang, long time no see, your brother looks a lot like you."

He had followed his father to the Su Group to discuss cooperation, and had communicated directly with Su Xiang several times, so he was quite familiar with him.

"Yeah, of course." Su Xiang nodded, stretched out his hand and pressed Mingxi on the sofa next to him, his movements were as natural as if he was playing with his own pet, and introduced: "This is my brother Mingxi."