Welcome to the Misogyny Game

A few minutes later, the police arrived, checked on the person lying on the ground, and asked the girl some questions.

The girl subconsciously looked in Liu Chaoque's direction, but there was no one there anymore.

Police later found a neatly folded purple dress in the taxi. When the criminal woke up, he kept saying that a ghost had hit him.

After much explanation, it was only the police officer's cold face and reprimand that finally calmed him down.

Although everything seemed illogical, the victim claimed he fell down on his own and there were no traces of a third party at the scene. Despite some doubt, the police suppressed their suspicions for the time being.

The man had a deceased wife. The newlyweds quickly became pregnant, and the two were deeply in love. The man took the woman to the mall to shop. While crossing the street, a car coming from the side suddenly accelerated and couldn't brake in time at a red light, hitting them directly. The woman bled on the spot, clutching her stomach and crying out in pain. When he finally looked up at the fleeing car, he could only catch a glimpse of the woman's brightly colored clothes and her big, wavy hair.

The man wanted to find someone to take them to the hospital, but no one was willing to lend a hand. In the end, he watched as the woman in his arms gradually lost her breath and her body grew cold.

So he hated the beautifully dressed women and the indifferent world. He killed women at will, and had the leisure to dress the dead women in beautiful clothes according to the colors of the rainbow, just as he would dress up his wife.

"Rainbows are my wife's favorite color, no other reason," he said nonchalantly. He was simply trying to avoid being caught too quickly. He felt that a sense of ritual was still important.

.........

"Isn't this perverted?"

Liu Chaoque returned home very late last night, waiting for the prisoner's statement. He was so sleepy that he listened listlessly as Xu Wangchuan excitedly recounted the story: "Fortunately, the man was caught, otherwise I would have been worried that this would happen to us."

"That's great, I can wear bright and colorful clothes again." Liu Chaoque, wearing a green shirt, replied unconsciously.

"No, you've been yawning the whole way. What did you do yesterday? Why are you so sleepy?" Xu Wangchuan said speechlessly.

"Well, I was studying very late," Liu Chaoque made up an excuse.

"Studying is important, but you also need to rest." Hearing that she was studying so hard, all the jumbled thoughts in his mind vanished, and he said with concern, "You're so sleepy, don't fall asleep in class."

"No, I won't." Liu Chaoque waved his hand. "Even if I'm sleepy, I won't."

She squinted and looked up at the location of her classroom: "I've arrived at my classroom, let's go in first."

"Ah."

Sitting on a bench in the classroom, leaning to the side and propping her head up, Liu Chaoque looked out the window at the sky. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. The warm sunlight made her drowsy. Her already confused mind slowly stopped thinking, and before she knew it, Liu Chaoque had fallen asleep.

"hello, my deskmate. It's the class time, I'm sorry, but you should get sober now."

What the heck? She even dreamed about foreigners! Liu Chaoque wanted to keep sleeping, but her brain quickly started giving her warnings, and she woke up instantly.

She stared blankly at the blond, blue-eyed foreigner beside her, her whole body screaming for help.

"Hey~" The foreigner waved his hand in a very friendly manner.

"Hi." Liu Chaoque smiled awkwardly but politely. Wait, wasn't there no one next to her? It was one thing for someone to suddenly appear, but it was a foreigner who couldn't understand Chinese.

She looked up at the podium, patted the person in front of her on the shoulder, and asked, "Which classroom is this?"

“Pardon?” The man turned around and saw that he was a white man.

“I’m sorry, but I know the problem.” Liu Chaoque finished speaking hastily and tried to pass behind the blond, blue-eyed man.

"Could you let me go out, please?" Liu Chaoque frantically consulted the dictionary.

“OK, fine.” He turned slightly to the side, just enough for Liu Chaoque to squeeze out.

Thank you.

But when she walked out of the classroom, she checked the get out of class schedule and classroom location, and then looked at the group messages. There was no notification about changing classrooms. The classroom and the teaching building were correct.

But among the people in the classroom, Liu Chaoque poked her head in, and her blond, blue-eyed deskmate greeted her: "Hey?"

Liu Chaoque patted his face; he must still be unconscious.

She sat back down in her original seat with a look of utter despair.

“Do you have any problem?”

“I want to ask you about the class we’re having later,” Liu Chaoque asked, still unwilling to give up.

"Oh, it's biochemistey." It seemed they knew Liu Chaoque's spoken English wasn't good. Listening to them was like listening to a very fast English listening test, one that could only be listened to once. And because of individual differences, their pronunciation wasn't even very clear.

He took out his phone and translated it for her.

Looking at the biochemistry written on it, Liu Chaoque finally felt utterly hopeless.

It must be a dream, a dream.

"Hello, everyone, it's time to study Program 2. Let's open the book and turn to page 132." Liu Chaoque, feeling guilty for not having a textbook, opened the finance book to page 132 and then cautiously peeked at the book next to him.

Looking at the lesson plan written entirely in English, Liu Chaoque felt dizzy. "Help me, help me! Is there any wild translation expert who can help me? I feel suffocated."

"Do you want to see the book with me?"

"Really? Can I have a look with you?"

"Yes." Then he shared his textbook, but it was all in English. Oh well, I hope it's a dream. I hope the teacher doesn't call on me. I can't understand anything and I don't know anything.

"2. the physicochemical properties of lipids.

lipids with no impurities are colourless…, the normal melting point is highest between 40 to 55 degree centigrade… esters will boil between 180 to 200 degree centigrade,… the smoke point, the flash point and the kindling point… Generally speaking, the lipids' ponent with more unsaturated acid fatty fatty has the lowering point,… acid, alkali or enzyme…”

Liu Chaoque frantically pressed the translator in her hand, converting her teacher's words into Chinese. Although this was not knowledge she had learned, the massive amount of unknown English pouring into her brain, while making her head spin, was also a novel experience.

As he pressed the button, Liu Chaoque asked the translator beside him, "Where did she say?"

"is here, the chemical feature of the oil."

Liu Chaoque nodded in satisfaction.

Finally, get out of class ended. Liu Chaoque had developed a deep bond with Potter. With tears in her eyes, she waved goodbye to her comrade-in-arms for the entire class and headed to the next classroom with her WeChat contact on her phone.

"Where were you in the last class? The teacher took attendance and found you weren't there." Wen Xia looked at Si Man, who was walking towards her with a triumphant air, and poured cold water on her without any mercy, leaving her feeling chilled.

My body is cold; let me warm up first.

"So, where was the last class?" Liu Chaoque sought an answer, otherwise she wouldn't be able to die in peace.

"Oh, didn't you see the group messages?" Wen Xia asked, puzzled, as she scrolled through her phone. "They're from a week ago. I thought you knew? Here, this is it." She showed Si Man the messages.

"What the hell do I know?" Liu Chaoque couldn't help but say, "A week ago? So early? Let me see, it's from Thursday..." Uh, Liu Chaoque flipped through her phone. Great, she had her accident just before Thursday, and the message was sent at noon. Her phone screen was broken, and she went to get it repaired, so she missed it completely. Moreover, her old phone wasn't here, and none of the previous messages were on her new phone. The earliest one was from Thursday afternoon, which was exactly the time when Liu Chaoque bought the phone and opened WeChat.

"So you went back to your old classroom?" Wen Xia asked uncertainly.

"Yeah, I even checked it repeatedly." But there was no notification on the new phone. How could I possibly bring two phones to class?

"Oh." Wen Xia laughed heartily, showing no mercy. "So you attended a class in that classroom."

"Yes, it was all in English, a biochemistry class."

"Gah." Wen Xia couldn't laugh. "You're really amazing. You can understand this lesson. Don't you find that strange?"

"I thought I was dreaming." Liu Chaoque touched his face awkwardly.

"Alright," Wen Xia said, finally giving in.