Even Yue Qingqing had heard of this game.
Because she had never played Pen Immortal, she didn’t know whether it could really summon anything or not.
But in her opinion, it was better to play this kind of game less.
Just like the Curse Technique by Words that had appeared before, human speech holds a certain power.
When a group of people sincerely call out "Pen Immortal... Pen Immortal..." eventually, they might really invite some unclean presence.
Yue Qingqing wanted to ask more, but students started arriving for class one after another, and Wei Rong clapped her hands together, shaking off the crumbs from her clothing.
"Alright, I’m heading back to class."
Qu Ruorui let out a sigh, asking with some fear, "Qingqing, don’t you think Rongrong has been a bit abnormal lately?"
Yue Qingqing expressed surprise, "You think so too?"
Qu Ruorui nodded, "It’s not just that she’s eating more, there’s a lot of other things that just feel off."
She brought a broom and dustpan from the back of the classroom and cleaned up the crumbs left by Wei Rong.
"Rongrong may seem carefree, but she’s actually very meticulous; if it had been before, she would definitely have cleaned this up herself to avoid troubling our class’s duty student. Lately, she seems to be getting more and more..."
Perhaps feeling it’s not right to speak ill of someone behind their back, Qu Ruorui carefully considered her words before finding the right one.
Yue Qingqing nodded, clearly sharing the same thoughts.
During the break, Yue Qingqing visited several other classes to find some old friends from the first middle school.
She picked up quite a bit of information from casual conversation.
In total, there were five people who participated in the Pen Immortal game that day.
Wei Rong, Zhang Mingming, Luo Jie, Li Tu, Gao Mengzhu.
And all five of them were acting strange.
Wei Rong was binge eating and drinking.
Zhang Mingming openly mocked the teacher in class, claiming he couldn’t find his own head.
Luo Jie went to the restroom during the break and turned on all the taps.
Li Tu and Gao Mengzhu were problematic as well.
Li Tu’s classmate said that he recently fought with another student he used to get along with.
The fight started because the other student had sneakily brought his father’s expensive lighter to school.
As kids curiously gathered around to watch the boy imitate his father’s suave way of flipping the lighter open.
Click. The flame shot up, steady and unwavering.
Just as the boy boasted about his dad’s windproof lighter, Li Tu suddenly lunged forward, threw the water from his cup at the boy, and the two began scuffling.
They were separated only when the teacher arrived.
When asked why, Li Tu couldn’t give a clear reason, merely hesitating and saying he was worried about a fire starting.
The teacher had no choice but to scold both and temporarily confiscated the lighter, to be returned when a parent came.
Gao Mengzhu was different again.
The friend Yue Qingqing questioned happened to be Gao Mengzhu’s deskmate.
"I can’t explain what’s going on. She just breathes so heavily now, like she’s gasping for air after running eight hundred meters, big gulps, sometimes it even distracts me from class."
The girl sighed, "I can’t really talk about it. My parents say she might have rhinitis or something and told me to be more understanding, but I never noticed it before."
As she finished speaking, Gao Mengzhu just happened to come out of the classroom, and her deskmate quickly shut up.
In Yue Qingqing’s highly sensitive ears, Gao Mengzhu’s breathing was especially distinct.
It reminded her of the sound of bellows being pumped back in Daye Village.
More like a drowning person who had just been rescued, desperately catching their breath as if they wanted to fill their lungs with air.
As if sensing an inexplicable gaze, Gao Mengzhu casually glanced in this direction.
Her pale cheeks were expressionless.
Her flared nostrils took in a deep breath.