Don’t You Like Me

Chapter Ch84 - [Extra: Wang Tiantian] Possessed by an infant’s spirit.

Translator: reiyu; Editor: fraise

Wang Zhuo had not locked his dorm room door, so Lin Feiran pushed it open and went in.

The dorm room window was open, and when he opened the door, the change in pressure after building up for so long caused a gust of wind that blew Wang Zhuo’s spirit into the air. He was blown so hard the gust made his body ripple from head to toe…

Just like a flag!

This, too, was different from the spirits Lin Feiran usually saw. In Lin Feiran’s experience, aside from fierce ghosts, ordinary ghosts could not interact with the material world. Even a category 12 typhoon wouldn’t be able to blow a hair out of place.

Wang Zhuo’s body lay on the bed. Lin Feiran rushed over so quickly he needed to catch his breath. He discovered that Wang Zhuo was still alive; his chest rose and fell with regularity, and his breaths were deep and long, as if he was sleeping very well.

Gu Kaifeng also opened his Yin-Yang Eyes. The two looked in unison at Wang Zhuo’s spirit, then at Wang Zhuo’s alive and soundly sleeping body, then at each other.

“You thought he was dead?” Gu Kaifeng asked.

The distant sound of the dismissal bell came from the direction of the school building.

“… Right.” Lin Feiran was still in a daze. “What’s going on? Aren’t you alive and well? Why did your spirit come out?”

Gu Kaifeng kicked Wang Zhuo’s spirit in the shin. He said harshly, “He asked you a question.”

Wang Zhuo’s spirit stared straight ahead in a daze, his expression blank like a puppet’s. A gust of wind blew by and Wang Zhuo again started waving like a flag in the air. The visual effect was both eerie and hilarious.

Lin Feiran coughed lightly to cover a laugh, then said, “Anyway, I’ll put him back first.” Lin Feiran raised the hand holding Wang Zhuo’s wrist, then raised Wang Zhuo’s spirit up and pushed him back down, right back into Wang Zhuo’s body&#k2026;

The moment Wang Zhuo’s spirit entered his body, his eyes suddenly shot open.

It might have been Lin Feiran’s imagination or only because he was so close, but Lin Feiran thought that Wang Zhuo’s eyes looked especially dark today. In a split second, Wang Zhuo’s eyes filled with tears, and the pale skin around his eyes also flushed pink, as if he had suffered a terrible grievance. The corner of his lips twitched, and he suddenly started sobbing out loud!

“What–what’s the matter?” Lin Feiran was shocked by Wang Zhuo crying. He stood up, not sure what to do.

“Uwaah!” Wang Zhuo’s face scrunched up from crying, his features distorted. His face was flushed thoroughly red, and snot and tears ran down his face. He did not wipe them away, instead demonstrating to perfection what it meant to be a ‘50 kg baby’.

“Please don’t cry, don’t cry…” Lin Feiran hurriedly wiped at Wang Zhuo’s tears with a tissue, but the moment he wiped them away, Wang Zhuo pulled away from him and started crying even harder. His chest heaved with sobs—a truly heartrending cry!

Lin Feiran consoled weakly, “I won’t wipe your face for you, then. Don’t cry.”

“What’s the matter, Little Zhuo?” Gu Kaifeng’s forehead creased. He caught hold of Wang Zhuo’s shoulders with both hands and shook him. Wang Zhuo twisted away like a pouting little girl and fought to get free of Gu Kaifeng’s grip.

Dorm room 510 was filled with the sound of Wang Zhuo’s piercing cries. Lin Feiran and Gu Kaifeng stood by the bed looking at each other.

Just as they wondered what to do next, someone kicked the dorm room open with a bang. He Hao’s expression was anxious. “Who’s crying? Wang Zhuo?”

Lin Feiran raised both hands to indicate his innocence. “We didn’t do anything.”

Wang Zhuo was completely out of breath, shoulders shaking from crying.

“Wang Zhuo, what’s wrong?” Pale-faced, He Hao strode over and took Wang Zhuo into his arms, snot and tears and all, and hugged him tightly. He let Wang Zhuo wipe his face on his shirt, caressing Wang Zhuo’s back with one hand as he asked, “Baby, are you not feeling well? Or did someone bully you?”

The scene looked full of fatherly love…

Surprisingly, the moment He Hao opened his mouth, the volume of Wang Zhuo’s crying immediately went down. He stopped yelling, and started whining quietly instead. He Hao, seeing that his consolation was effective, continued gently, “It’s alright. It’s alright. Ah, I’m here.”

Wang Zhuo had cried so much his face was as blotchy as a calico cat’s. He nudged his face against He Hao’s shoulders, his lips moving as he gurgled, “Papa.”

He Hao: “……”

Have I thought so much about father-son RP I’m hallucinating?

Lin Feiran and Gu Kaifeng exchanged a long and meaningful look.

He Hao, who was very perceptive, noticed the ambiguous atmosphere in the room and hurriedly said, “Don’t overthink it.” As he finished, he gently patted Wang Zhuo’s back. “What did you call me? Are you muddled from the fever? I’ll take you to the nurse’s office in the afternoon. Why were you crying so hard just now?”

Wang Zhuo pillowed his head against He Hao’s shoulder, a pout on his face, like he was feeling very secure. Then he gurgled again, “Papa.”

He Hao: “……”

He Hao held Wang Zhuo’s shoulders and pushed him away a little, studying him doubtfully.

The sound of Wang Zhuo crying just now had cried everyone’s IQ points away. Now that they had calmed down, all three of them noticed that Wang Zhuo’s expression was not quite right. The face that usually held a rascally expression was now innocent and pure, the eyes which usually held a wicked grin were now guileless and wide, gazing at He Hao with cuteness and trust. His lips curved softly upward, just like a little angel!

Gu Kaifeng felt dizzy. “Can you… not make that expression?”

Wang Zhuo blinked his eyes, which were like dark grapes. He pursed his lips and gurgled, “Hungry.”

……

With difficulty, He Hao moved his lips. “You…”

Lin Feiran fixed Wang Zhuo with his Yin-Yang eyes, as if trying to bore a hole through him, but there was nothing on Wang Zhuo at all.

“… Right.” Lin Feiran suddenly remembered something and told He Hao, “Don’t worry for now. Don’t tell anyone. Wait for us. We’ll be right back.”

Lin Feiran caught hold of Gu Kaifeng, walked out of dorm room 510, shut the door, and bent close to Gu Kaifeng’s ear. “I think I know what’s going on.”

“What’s going on?” Gu Kaifeng was curious. “He’s acting like a baby.”

“Last night, I went to their dorm room and saw they were summoning the pen spirit…” Lin Feiran recounted the events he had seen last night to Gu Kaifeng.

Lin Feiran had been surprised at their pen spirit summoning last night, because he had seen that the spirit they had summoned was that of an infant. The baby, holding the pen, had drooled as it scribbled over the paper. Wang Zhuo had said the pen spirit had answered him, so Lin Feiran had immediately understood that He Hao was the person answering the questions…

Although He Hao looked very harmless and gentle, he had many tricks up his sleeve!

The pen spirit game was a low-level summoning spell. Lin Feiran had read about it in his grandfather’s notebook. But a spell of such a low level was not dangerous: as long as the summoners did not have the bad luck of inviting a fierce ghost, they would be fine. And the infant’s spirit did not look like a fierce ghost, so Lin Feiran had not stopped them last night. How could he have known that this would happen today?

“I think Wang Zhuo has been possessed by the infant’s spirit,” Lin Feiran said.