Tan Wenbin looked up and adjusted the drip speed of the IV bottle.

Actually, it would have been most appropriate for his mother to take care of Zhou Yunyun, but his dad had reminded him not to tell his mom about Zhou Yunyun, and he understood his dad's reasoning.

He looked down, gazing gently at the girl on the hospital bed.

*Wait, I'll help you get revenge.*

...

On her way back to school, Zhao Mengyao's body started itching, at first she didn't think much of it, until she looked in the mirror upon returning to the dorm and discovered her face and neck had broken out with dense red bumps.

Moreover, this symptom was spreading as she scratched at it.

"Mengyao, what happened to your face?" Zhou Shengnan asked.

"It's nothing, probably allergies."

"Do you want to go to the medical office?"

"No need, it should be fine in a bit."

Wang Lunan looked at Zhao Mengyao's condition, then thought about Sister Yun who had been poisoned, and she sat on the bed and started crying again.

Zhang Xin shook her head helplessly and pushed her suitcase to the new dorm.

If it weren't for Zhou Yunyun being in the dorm before, she would have long requested a transfer, she really couldn't stand living with a few jokers.

At night, Zhao Mengyao wore a hat and wrapped a scarf around her head to go to the cafeteria nearest to the dorm for a meal.

She wasn't in the mood to eat, but she was very hungry.

When Zhou Yunyun was around, they would all go eat together as a dorm, but after she was gone, everyone tacitly acted on their own.

Carrying her tray away, Zhao Mengyao was somewhat surprised to find the cafeteria lady didn't have trembling hands today, how come there was so much food?

Unfortunately, she had no appetite and only ate a little before getting up to return to the dorm.

The "aunt" at the serving window pulled down her mask, revealing a young, fair-skinned face, it was Yin Meng.

Freshmen had fixed classrooms for evening self-study, because Zhao Mengyao's rash covered her whole body, she hadn't attended classes in the afternoon and naturally missed evening self-study too.

At the moment, she was the only one in the dorm.

She poured herself a glass of water and just drank it when—

"Ugh!"

The water she had just drank, along with bright red blood, all came spewing out.

She looked at this in disbelief, stumbling backward repeatedly.

*What is happening... what is happening...*

Panicking, she didn't even bother to clean up the mess on the ground but climbed into her bed, wanting to wrap herself tightly in the blanket.

As she pulled back the blanket, a letter fell out, in the same love letter envelope as last night.

She hesitated for a long time, seemingly afraid, but finally picked up the envelope and opened it.

The handwriting on the letter was still beautiful, the content still brief:

"Don't you like cursing others? How does it feel to be cursed yourself?

Also, you broke your promise today.

Meet again tomorrow at noon, backstage of the school auditorium.

——Corpse Recovery Li at Nantong Haohe Pier."

Zhao Mengyao's hands trembled as she grasped the letter, then felt a swirl in her stomach again, immediately she leaned forward and opened her mouth:

"Ugh!"

The bright red vomit spewed all over Wang Lunan's bed below.

But although Wang Lunan wouldn't be able to sleep tonight, Zhao Mengyao was already in a state of lethargy.

Not daring to stay in the dorm any longer, Zhao Mengyao went to the school infirmary for a check-up, where the doctor prescribed two tubes of ointment and some basic medications based on her description of her illness, suggesting she go to a major hospital for a detailed examination.

In a daze, Zhao Mengyao carried a bag of medicine back to the dorm, when a tall and strong guy approached her.

They only brushed shoulders slightly, but she was knocked to the ground.

"Sorry, my classmate, really sorry."

Run Sheng immediately helped her up.

"Are you blind, are you actually blind, do you believe I'll curse you to death!"

"I'm really sorry, my classmate."

Zhao Mengyao gave the big guy a vicious glare, picked up the bag of medicine, and returned to the dorm.

With her roommates still not back from evening self-study, she chose Zhou Shengnan's bed to sit on and began applying the ointment to her skin.

When she first opened it, she felt it was a bit sticky, but once applied it felt soothing; not only did the rash not itch, but also brought a refreshing coolness.

"Ugh!"

She vomited again, covering Zhou Shengnan's bed.

After vomiting, she wiped her mouth and walked back to the mirror.

In the mirror, she saw her face starting to fester, the crimson wounds feeling chilly as the wind blew over them.

"Ah!!!!!!"

The piercing scream echoed through the dorm room.

...

Tan Wenbin said, "Hehe, it's my first time knowing, Meng Meng, that your cooking could actually have a cursing effect."

Yin Meng, irritated, said to Tan Wenbin, "Do you know how many times I cooked today? My last bit of interest in the kitchen was all worn out today."

Tan Wenbin said, "You still have an interest in cooking? Listen to me, let's switch to a hobby that's beneficial for physical and mental health."

Run Sheng said, "Agreed."

Tan Wenbin said, "So, Meng Meng, about this 'curse' you cast, can you replicate the effect?"

Yin Meng remained silent.

One could never step into the same river twice, much like how Yin Meng could not recreate the same flavor in her dishes.

Li Zhiyuan put down the pen in his hand, picked up the paper in front of him, and blew on it.

He had just finished imitating Zhao Mengyao's handwriting to draft a confession for her.

Next, he only needed to leave Zhao Mengyao's fingerprints on the letter and place a bottle of heavy metal next to it to wrap everything up.

Tan Wenbin curiously asked, "Brother Xiao Yuan, do we need to go through all this trouble?"

Li Zhiyuan said, "It's to match its aesthetic."

By the rooftop, Lin Shuyou, who had been observing with binoculars, raised his hand:

"Report, the target is dragging a suitcase out of the dorm building, looks like she's heading home!"

Tan Wenbin let out a sigh of relief and said, "That fool, finally deciding to head home now."

Yin Meng looked at her own fingernails: "That's great, I thought I would have to make another midnight snack myself."

Run Sheng extinguished the "cigar" and slung his backpack over his shoulder.

Li Zhiyuan, while putting the cap back on his pen, said:

"Let's go,

time to close the account."

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