[BL] Transmigrating Into The Heartthrob's Cannon Fodder Childhood Friend

Chapter 73 - Do You Believe In It?

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008 drilled into his brain and didn't speak again.

Later on, Song Yu shouted for him for a long time but got no response.

Song Yu rubbed at his temples wearily.

He guessed that 008 had likely really gone into seclusion. It was so stupid that it might've been scolded quite a lot by that 'Lord God' it kept referring to and then be angry at him again when it came back.

The corners of his mouth turned down speechlessly. He'd woken up in the middle of the night and had a conversation with 008. The dream he'd had earlier had been completely forgotten—he couldn't remember anything. The negative emotions it'd created had been sucked away, and Song Yu felt sleepy again. He rubbed at the corners of his eyes and was stunned by the coolness at his fingertips; they were damp.

Song Yu's eyes widened slightly and he stared at them.

What, he'd had nightmares and was scared into crying?

And then, he'd had nightmares at night and was scared into crying, and during the day, he was dragged to the haunted house. How miserable.

When everyone gathered at the school gates—

Song Yu looked like he hadn't woken up at all. He wore jeans and a white t-shirt, his eyelids drooping and his mouth turned down. His entire person exuded the aura of 'I'm really sleepy, don't bother me'.

Then, Old Cheng slapped him fiercely on the shoulder.

"Song Yu, what's the matter with you? Did you stay up all night last night? Cheer up! Young people should look their age! Wake up! Come on, smile at the sun."

This one slap directly shattered his image as a school bully who didn't allow strangers to come close. Song Yu smiled superficially, the corners of his lips pulling upward. Old Cheng was very satisfied with this.

Everyone from Class One held back their laughter.

Song Yu sat down in the second row from the back after getting on the bus, while Ma Xiaoding and Xi Bowen sat in the last row.

Ma Xiaoding waved the small peach wood sword in his hand from the seat behind him and said, "I heard that there will be a scene with a bride in a coffin. A whole group of ghosts will rush up, so I have to be prepared for it first. Oh, prosperity, socialism, civilization, and harmony! Brother Yu, I'll protect you!"

Song Yu was so sleepy that he wanted to die. He yawned, then lazily said, ""You're badass, practicing superstition under socialism."

Ma Xiaoding held up his peach wood sword, "Isn't this double the protection?"

Xi Bowen tilted his head and asked, "The haunted house is fake, so what are you afraid of?"

Ma Xiaoding started growing nervous again and scared himself, "Did you know, the theme of the bride in the coffin was actually inspired by a real story? And it's said that the name of the heroine was kept the same. What is a name? It's something that connects life and death, and it might attract the evil spirit of the bride. Truth in falsehood, and falsehood in truth. You may think that it's an employee, but in fact, there could be a pale, green face when you tear off the mask."