33: Chapter 33 Master, it seems my girlfriend has been kidnapped by a ghost!

The young man's roar, laced with a sob, echoed at the school gate that had just quieted down.

The sunlight was perfect, dispersing the last traces of morning mist.

Li Xue's farce had just ended, and the onlookers had yet to recover from the shock that had upended their perceptions when this sweating young man in a basketball jersey became the new center of attention.

He was tall, over 1.9 meters, but at this moment he was hunched over, hands on his knees, his chest heaving violently like a stranded whale.

"Pfft..." Someone in the crowd laughed first.

"Which department's clown is this now? Putting on a skit?"

"Snatched by a ghost? Does he think this is filming Strange Tales from a Chinese Studio?"

"I bet it's just a couple fighting. This guy is way too dramatic."

The murmurs rose and fell, filled with undisguised mockery.

When Jiang Feng had exposed Li Xue's secrets earlier, they had been in awe.

Now, they felt a grandstander had arrived.

Jiang Feng remained huddled in his down jacket, merely lifting his eyelids.

The system interface unfolded before his eyes.

The young man's fortune above his head was normal, without a hint of gloom.

Only the husband and wife palace, located at the outer corners of his eyes, was wrapped in a wisp of extremely faint cyan energy, looking as if it had been smeared with a touch of watercolor.

The health palace, located at the bridge of his nose, was smooth and clear, showing no signs of any damage.

【The husband and wife palace is entangled with cyan energy, indicating fright and arguments.】

【The health palace is undamaged; there is no impending disaster involving bloodshed.】

Jiang Feng withdrew his gaze. The person was fine; he was just stupid.

However, looking at this complexion, it didn't seem like a simple lover's quarrel.

"I'm not joking!" The basketball player straightened up, his red eyes sweeping over the crowd, his voice cracking from agitation. "My girlfriend's name is Su Yue. She was studying in the library last night. After eleven o'clock, she sent me a WeChat saying she heard a strange noise behind the bookshelf!"

He pulled out his phone, the screen shaking because his hands were trembling.

"She said... she said it sounded like fingernails scratching the wall! Then she sent me a... a 'help' emoji! And then she went offline!"

"She isn't answering calls or replying to WeChat! I've been looking for her all night! The dormitory said she didn't return! I suspect... I suspect she's been snatched by that legendary ghost in the library!"

The legend of the "haunted library" had long circulated at Jinghai University. With him saying that, the crowd's laughter died down, and some timid girls even subconsciously hugged their arms.

"I heard from a senior student that there really seems to be a strange noise..."

"Don't scare yourself; the school has debunked that so many times."

Jiang Feng ignored those rumors; he just wanted to finish this last divination quickly and go back to catch up on sleep.

"Have you been fighting recently?" he asked.

The basketball player was stunned for a moment, then shook his head like a rattle-drum.

"No! Our relationship is great! Just yesterday, I went to that trendy shop at the school gate, waited in line for half an hour, and bought her favorite drink... that 'Cheezo Berry' thing!"

Jiang Feng didn't speak, changing to a different question.

"Has she complained to you about anything lately?"

"Complained?" The basketball player scratched his head, trying hard to recall. "Maybe... she did complain."

"She said there were always people hogging seats in the library, and that someone studying for the postgraduate entrance exam was flipping pages so loudly in the study room that it was too noisy for her to focus."

"Oh, right!" He slapped his thigh. "She also said there was always a pervert with glasses peeking at her! She was so annoyed by it!"

Listening, Jiang Feng extended one finger from his oversized down jacket sleeve, then another, finally stopping at three.

Three key pieces of information. The seat-hogger. The page-flipper. The glasses-wearer. That was enough.

He stood up.

This movement made everyone's gaze focus on him.

Jiang Feng patted the non-existent dust off his down jacket, his movements slow.

"Your girlfriend hasn't been snatched by a ghost."

Hope instantly ignited in the basketball player's eyes: "Then where is she?!"

Jiang Feng reached out and pointed to the tall, red-brick building not far away.

"She is at the Academic Affairs Office right now."

The basketball player was dumbfounded: "Academic Affairs Office?"

"Yes," Jiang Feng nodded. "Writing a self-criticism letter."

These three words were like a thunderbolt, striking the basketball player and leaving him stunned.

The surrounding students were also completely confused.

Missing for a whole night, and it turns out she was writing a self-criticism at the Academic Affairs Office?

What kind of crazy plot twist is this?

"W-writing a self-criticism?" The basketball player's voice stuttered. "Why?"

Jiang Feng looked at him as if looking at a landlord's foolish son.

"Last night, she felt that a guy studying for the postgraduate entrance exam next to her was flipping pages too loudly."

"She reminded him a few times, but the other party was perhaps too engrossed in reading and ignored her."

"Then, in a fit of anger, she took that cup of Cheezo Berry you waited in line for half an hour to buy..."

Jiang Feng drew out his words.

"And poured it all over that guy's books and his laptop."

The whole scene went dead silent. Only the rustling of wind through the leaves remained.

The basketball player's mouth slowly opened, wide enough to fit an egg.

He thought of his girlfriend Su Yue's usual gentle and lovely demeanor; he could in no way connect it with such shrewish behavior.

"This... this is impossible..." he muttered to himself.

"That guy is a student from a poor family. He saved up for several months of frugal living to buy that computer. Now the motherboard is fried, and hundreds of yuan worth of professional books are ruined."

Jiang Feng's voice had not a ripple of emotion, yet it was like a hammer, striking the basketball player's heart with every word.

"Right now, he is dragging your girlfriend to the Academic Affairs Office, demanding compensation and, while he's at it, filing a real-name complaint against her for malicious destruction of property."

"As for that 'help' emoji."

"That wasn't a cry for help."

"It was her showing off to you after she did the bad deed, feeling very satisfied."

"And one more thing," Jiang Feng added at the end.

"That pervert who was always peeking at her is the victim she poured the milk tea on."

"He isn't a pervert; he just has severe myopia. Without glasses, he can't even see the words on the blackboard clearly."

The truth was revealed. The plot twist came too fast, too violently, and was too dramatic.

The basketball player was petrified on the spot, the color draining rapidly from his face, turning it shades of blue and white.

The gentle, lovely girlfriend he was so proud of was actually such a person in places he didn't know.

"Hahahaha!"

In the crowd, someone finally couldn't hold it in, erupting in earth-shattering laughter.

This laughter was contagious.

"Damn! What a talent! Is this something a carbon-based lifeform can actually do?"

"This plot twist is more exciting than any movie I've ever seen!"

"I feel bad for that guy studying for the entrance exam, and even worse for this basketball guy!"

"He was used as a pawn and didn't even know it!"

Amidst the overwhelming mockery, the basketball player swayed, looking like he might collapse at any moment.

Jiang Feng didn't look at him again. In his mind, the mechanical voice sounded right on time.

【Ding! Valid divination count: 3/3.】

【Ding! Three-divination task completed!】

【Calculating rewards...】

【Congratulations, Host. Brain cancer cell activity reduced by 10%, remaining lifespan increased by 45 days!】

【Congratulations, Host. Received a cash reward of 3 million!】

The fatigue and chill of waking up early were swept away. Jiang Feng squinted in comfort.

He bent down, folded up the paint-chipped stool, and tucked it under his arm.

Then, he walked to the "Thinker" statue, slowly and deliberately tore off the A4 paper printed with "Academic Consultation," crumpled it into a ball, and threw it accurately into a trash can over ten meters away.

After finishing all this, amidst the crowd's gaze mixed with awe, sympathy, and fanaticism, he turned around and strolled leisurely toward the black lexus across the road.

Old Chen had already opened the car door.

Before getting in the car, Jiang Feng stopped and looked back at the basketball player, who was still standing there, questioning his life.

He thought for a moment and spoke.

"Young man, this relationship is harder to understand than advanced mathematics."

"Take care of yourself."