The Senior Student (female) Is Not Human - Chapter 8

Chapter 8: Breakfast – “Do you, of all people, deserve it?”

At the doorway of the pitch-black room.

A single bl00d-red eye slowly rotated under the door crack, and a bizarre, slow voice drifted in:

“I see you now~ I’m coming to catch you, you know?”

The crimson eye frantically moved up and down along the door crack.

Inside the room, there was dead silence.

The only person who would be terrified by this sight had already completely passed out—

Inside the wardrobe, a sheet of snow-white painting paper silently slipped out toward the crack of the door.

The paper, thin as a cicada’s wing and soft and elastic, was finely painted with a lifelike image of a woman.

The hair was like splashed ink, the eyes were seductive, and every brushstroke was meticulously chosen. Yet, the artist seemed dissatisfied and had dotted a captivating mole next to the inviting red lips.

As the bl00d-red eye searched for its prey along the doorframe, the thin paper easily floated out the door from the blind spot.

There was no wind in the corridor, yet the paper puffed up as if inflated.

Inky shadows solidified from the lines into long hair, and the snow-white paper stretched along the contours of the joints, growing into the most delicate skin.

As the red lips became full and tempting, a familiar, harsh voice broke the silence:

“You were just ugly before, but now you’re blind too? Where are you looking?”

In front of the door.

Tang Hui, who was stretching her torso with a humanly impossible flexibility to let her head dangle on the floor and peer through the door crack, froze and twisted her head 360 degrees to look behind her!

Although her current posture was more terrifying, Tang Hui looked at Jiang Xiyao, who had appeared out of thin air, with a confused expression.

She remembered looking for her, room by room, starting from downstairs.

However, the woman who had successfully scared the grotesque thing away now wore a look of disgust and turned the blame on her:

“Dead people should stay peacefully in their coffins. Why are you running out in the middle of the night to scare people?”

Tang Hui’s long torso straightened. She turned and walked toward Jiang Xiyao step by step, showing a stubborn smile: “I’m not dead. I came to find you.”

Jiang Xiyao’s beautiful eyes stared at her. At this moment, she offered an uncharacteristic, kind reminder:

“No. You are dead.”

“Have you forgotten? You thought you had accidentally killed me in the old school building, and you wanted to die with me. You smashed your head on a nearby rock, and your brains splattered.”

The beauty paused, then continued languidly:

“However, I don’t have a habit of being buried with ugly things. The thought of this thing accompanying me to eternal rest scared me so much that I decided to get up and live for another five hundred years.”

Tang Hui’s eyes shifted, and she remained frozen in place like a puppet.

After a long time, she began to shake her head frantically: “No, no, that’s wrong. I want to be with you. I want to live with you, forever and ever—”

She raised her hand, her face displaying a tenderness that was jarring in this eerie night, and gently stroked her abdomen back and forth.

Her tone was obsessive, like she was talking to herself, yet wanting to announce it to everyone.

“Xiyao, we will be together forever and ever.”

Jiang Xiyao was rarely this annoyed.

The abdomen Tang Hui was stroking held the reason Jiang Xiyao had come to the Tang family wake.

When her skin was severely damaged, Jiang Xiyao would fall into a brief period of “amnesia” to avoid exposing her true form. That day at the old schoolhouse, she woke up to find she was missing a piece of her “internal organs.”

She was used to it. In her long life, there were always some lucky prey that survived and took a piece of her as a cherished trophy.

But.

Lately, Jiang Xiyao felt she had lost too many parts.

She was certain that Tang Hui had died the exact moment of her “death.” Only someone who died suddenly with extremely intense malicious intent could provide her with such a pleasant sensation of feeding.

The young man who choked her by the artificial lake and was later found to have died suddenly in his dorm was killed by his own infinitely excited and accelerated heartbeat at the moment he thought he “killed” her.

The person who walked back to the dorm was already a lifeless body, waiting to be discovered in a state of death.

Now, Jiang Xiyao looked at Tang Hui, who was also dead yet eerily maintaining her state before death, and asked the only question she wanted answered from this trip:

“—Who put my ‘internal organs’ into your body?”

Tang Hui looked at her with infatuation, her eyes glazed over. She treasured her belly as if it held a priceless jewel, yet she seemed to think the person in front of her was more important…

So, she reached out again to touch her.

“Xiyao, Xiyao, mine, mine.”

Tang Hui was not truly alive.

She had no capacity for thought or fresh emotions, merely an endless continuation of her state at the time of death. Thus, she couldn’t even understand Jiang Xiyao’s question.

The bloodless hand got closer and closer to Jiang Xiyao’s cheek.

But she neither dodged nor avoided it, merely curling her lip slowly:

“Do you, of all people, deserve it?”

As the words fell.

The hand that had been resting on Tang Hui’s abdomen was suddenly and forcefully pushed up. The protruding part frantically searched for a way out inside her abdominal cavity. After crashing against all sides, it finally moved up the esophagus and burst out of her mouth.

What emerged was a sheet of snow-white thin film, which began to spread from Tang Hui’s face to all parts of her body, until the moment it completely enveloped the corpse—

With a soft slap.

A single, slightly wrinkled, yellowish paper fell lightly to the ground.

Sensing its main body’s aura, the pale yellow paper instinctively “assimilated” the bland food, stood up from the floor, and moved toward Jiang Xiyao’s feet.

The woman who hadn’t dodged the grotesque monster just now now took half a step back.

“You’re disgusting. What kind of trash did you eat? Stay away from me.”

Jiang Xiyao was no longer so keen on taking back this piece of skin, which had initially mimicked her “internal organs.”

“Get lost.” She was like a cold-hearted stepmother: “I don’t want you anymore.”

The pale yellow paper, standing on the ground, trembled foolishly. After a long time, it slowly went limp on the cold tile floor, as if soaked in water.

…

The Morning After

The morning sun returned to the Tang family villa.

A slightly yellowed white shoe accidentally stepped on the paper.

“Ha-ah…”

Xie Shiwei weakly raised her hand and yawned.

The wardrobe had been cramped and hot. Having slept badly all night, she felt uncomfortable all over, especially knowing that the terrifying hide-and-seek game hadn’t taken her life, and now she had to struggle to work to pay off her mortgage today.

Xie Shiwei: Haha, I can finally be the “Top” (attacker), because I can’t take this awful life anymore!

Going downstairs, she was even more despairing to find that the knee she’d hit on the bed frame last night was badly bruised, making her limp.

Just as Xie Shiwei was about to be crushed by the shadow of life, light entered her world.

By the dining table in the living room, Jiang Xiyao, who had changed into a beautiful new dress despite being a guest, looked like a princess in a Gothic black dress.

Her slender, white neck was adorned with a black lace choker, and several fine black pearl chains draped down as shoulder straps.

Xie Shiwei whistled loudly in her mind.

It must be the good deeds of her lifetime that God rewarded her with this sight upon waking!

[I give my wife’s outfit today a nine out of ten. The point deducted is because the collar isn’t on my neck. Master, don’t forget to put on your little dog next time, woof woof woof!]

Jiang Xiyao didn’t even need to raise her head. Hearing that jarring noise, she knew exactly who had arrived.

You Jiayi, sitting next to her, looked over first. After the haunting last night, she hadn’t found Jiang Xiyao or her roommate.

“Xie Shiwei.” Her questioning tone paused. “What happened to your leg?”

Jiang Xiyao spread jam on her bread, finishing the thought in her mind: She got it twisted by being too lewd, obviously.

Xie Shiwei sat down at the table, not looking at Jiang Xiyao at all, as if she hadn’t seen her last night:

“Oh, I heard a lot of noise downstairs in the middle of the night, and I was too scared, so I decided to sleep in the wardrobe. I knocked it when I climbed in.”

You Jiayi: “…”

She suspected she was being overly paranoid. How could Jiang Xiyao have been with this pathetic wimp last night?

Jiang Xiyao leisurely bit into her bread, openly watching the wimp sitting across from her, who was currently picking up a custard bun to eat.

[Wow, it’s my favorite custard bun! Sweet and fragrant, the filling is warm but not scalding! So good!]

She’s still eating custard buns?

She herself is a custard bun. Beneath that fair exterior, all the filling is yellow.

[Hey, why is this older sister pouring me milk? I’m a little lactose intolerant. I can’t drink milk. I prefer soy milk.]

She prefers soy milk?

Then who was the one shouting about toasting with milk and wanting some “goodnight milk” last night?

Jiang Xiyao didn’t see anything to suggest she couldn’t drink milk. What, is she allergic to everything except the specific kind she wants?

[Is it just me? Why is my wife constantly looking over here? Who attracted her attention and bestowed favor upon me? Don’t look, don’t look. I’m about to start my period, my hormones are surging right now—]

[I really have no clean underwear to change into! QAQ Little Flower, hold it in! You’ll have little toys to play with when we get home. Don’t be so casual, getting lustful and craving just because she glanced at you! Okay, good!]

Just as Jiang Xiyao’s expression was complicated by her shameless thoughts.

You Jiayi, who had been thinking all night but couldn’t figure out Jiang Xiyao’s question, mustered her courage and asked, “Oh, right, that thing you said yesterday…”

“What?” Jiang Xiyao looked at her dismissively. “Did I talk to you yesterday? You must be suffering from delusions.”

You Jiayi’s face turned ugly. Just then, a commotion erupted at the restaurant entrance.

The butler, who had been absent all morning, arrived to ask the servants for help. The Tang parents had gone mad this morning, claiming their daughter was missing and planning to report it to the police. They were now being taken to the hospital, deemed to be suffering from excessive grief and mental illness.

“Huh?”

The most shocked person in the room was Xie Shiwei.

Wait, what are you rich people doing? Does this mean you’re not going to pay me the balance again?

Hearing her thoughts, Jiang Xiyao suddenly curved her lips in the middle of the crowd.

However, she hadn’t suddenly decided to let the little pervert off the hook.

Cases involving Jiang Xiyao were usually homicides and bizarre suicides. She didn’t want to be associated with a humiliating case of death by dehydration or excessive menstrual bl00d loss.

She’d let this little custard bun live for seven more days.