Chapter 105: Transmigrated as a Fraudulent Male Streamer (29)
BANG!
Cen Yu’s hammer smashed into the empty patch of floor right next to Fan Jie’s head.
Jiang Tuan cursed under his breath. He Yongning hadn’t expected Fan Jie to make such a vicious wish either… Cen Yu looked toward Pei Hengyun, only to find him wearing a blank, confused expression. He then turned his eyes back to Fan Jie, who was lying flat on the ground begging for mercy.
“When was this?”
“B-Before the start of senior year…” Fan Jie began making excuses for himself. “I just wanted to go back home so badly back then, but my family refused to agree. You guys are used to living tough lives, so naturally you didn’t think it was a big deal…”
He babbled incessantly in self-defense, “I kept calling my dad back then, but he lost his patience and said unless everyone here dropped dead, there was no way he’d let me come back home…”
Trail off, he didn’t dare say another word.
Clenching his fist, Jiang Tuan grabbed Fan Jie by the collar. “And so? So you wished for every single one of us to drop dead?”
Covering his face, Fan Jie screamed out, “I didn’t expect it to actually happen!”
“I was just blowing off steam in anger!!!”
Cen Yu released his hold on Fan Jie, gripping his hammer as he stood up. He lightly stroked the wooden handle in his hand, then looked down at Fan Jie. “Tell us everything you did back then. Out with it.”
Only after throwing a few more vicious punches at Fan Jie’s face did Jiang Tuan finally let him go.
Covering his bruised face, Fan Jie stammered, “I-I just…” Realizing where he was, his voice trembled even more violently.
“I overheard someone secretly saying that this place was haunted… and that as long as he was around, he could grant my wish.”
His line of thinking had been extremely simple: he just wanted that thing to grant his wish. To that end, he had specifically bought some fruits and blood offerings to use as sacrifices.
Worrying that he couldn’t pull it off alone, he sought out Duan Zhou to tag along with him.
Duan Zhou was his number-one lackey back then, and since Fan Jie promised him a sum of pocket money, the two secretly climbed over the school wall one night and snuck into the classroom…
Fan Jie had specifically brought out the freshly slaughtered chicken and pork from his backpack, alongside fruits bought from the market.
Setting out paper and pens, he and Duan Zhou lit a single candle in the pitch-black teaching building and began playing Spirit of the Pen.
Fan Jie had no idea what the rules were, so he simply chanted according to what he had heard, calling out for someone to fulfill his wish… In the classroom lit only by the solitary candle, Fan Jie could hear nothing but his own voice.
Sitting across from him was a nervous and uneasy Duan Zhou.
Fan Jie kept chanting over and over, yet never felt his pen move at all. That was until the frightened-looking Duan Zhou sitting across from him suddenly flashed him a smile.
And asked him: What is your wish?
“…I was so terrified I could barely move,” Fan Jie recalled cautiously. “I instinctively wanted to shake his hand off, but I found he was gripping me tight, repeatedly asking what my wish was.”
Listening to Fan Jie’s recount, Cen Yu calculated the timeline: before the start of senior year meant the summer break of their sophomore year…
Pei Hengyun had already passed away by then.
“So I said it,” Fan Jie said. “I said, let me go home! I want to go home!”
“I don’t care what it takes! Even if everyone drops dead, just let me go home…” Fan Jie’s voice grew quieter and quieter. “…I really was just speaking out of anger back then…” Finishing his sentence, he suddenly sounded righteous again. “Besides, didn’t everyone turn out completely fine afterward?”
Hearing this line, Jiang Tuan felt like punching him all over again!
Cen Yu stroked the hammer in his hand. “And then?”
“He didn’t ask you for anything in return?”
Fan Jie racked his brain carefully. “…I remember the security guard back then was still Old Cen.”
“Maybe the candle light drew Old Cen’s attention. I was still talking to that thing when I suddenly noticed Old Cen tapping on the window glass, asking me what I was doing?!”
“I was scared out of my mind, so I yanked my hand free from his grip and bolted straight out the back door of the classroom.”
Hearing Fan Jie explain it like this, a memory seemed to spark in Jiang Tuan’s mind as well. “No wonder Old Cen kept telling us not to sneak into the school in the middle of the night afterward.” He glared at Fan Jie. “What about Duan Zhou then?”
“I-I don’t know,” Fan Jie said. “I went to find Duan Zhou later, but he only complained that I didn’t take him along when I ran, leaving him to get chewed out by Old Cen for a long time.”
“He didn’t seem to remember a thing about what happened.”
Fan Jie looked around at the group. “Since I didn’t end up going back home after that… and nobody in our class died, I didn’t take it seriously.”
Cen Yu, however, was nowhere near as optimistic as Fan Jie…
The security guard back then had indeed interrupted whatever price that entity was about to demand, but that didn’t mean the matter was settled. “You came back this time just to put your mind at ease?”
“…Yes,” Fan Jie admitted.
“I-I came back this time wanting to say… since it didn’t work out anyway, how about we just forget the whole thing?”
Who could have expected that the class monitor Yu Sheng in their memories wasn’t human at all!
Cen Yu pondered Fan Jie’s words.
Thinking about it this way, Fan Jie being the first to die in the original novel might genuinely have been linked to his wish.
He just didn’t know why that wish hadn’t been granted back then… Could it really be that the security guard’s interruption prevented the entity from finishing its conditions, meaning no pledge for fulfillment was established, which was why Fan Jie’s wish failed to come true?
Cen Yu instinctively looked over at Pei Hengyun beside him, wanting to hear what a fellow “entity” thought about this.
Sensing Cen Yu’s gaze, Pei Hengyun looked back in confusion. “What’s wrong, Little Yu?”
“Nothing.” Cen Yu averted his eyes.
He could hardly say out loud, I want to hear your ghost perspective.
“So even if we hadn’t called you today, you would’ve come anyway?” Cen Yu stared at Fan Jie.
Fan Jie hesitated for a second, then nodded.
Coming back to attend the class reunion this time wasn’t entirely free of that motive. Even if he had forgotten about it before, once reminded by the class monitor’s phone call, he remembered the incident and wanted to come back to check it out even more.
Cen Yu slipped the hammer back into his jacket pocket.
“Did you really say back then… that you wished everyone would drop dead? Everyone at Meiman Middle School?”
Fan Jie thought he was going to beat him up over this again, his face turning sour once more. But casting a glance at Jiang Tuan’s dark, furious expression beside him, he answered truthfully, “…Yes… I said I wished everyone would drop dead.”
“Fan Jie.”
Cen Yu looked at this rich second-generation heir, who now looked thoroughly pathetic, finding his behavior almost laughable.
“Have you ever considered one thing?”
“?” Fan Jie looked up at Cen Yu.
“You were part of Meiman Middle School too.” Cen Yu flashed a faint smile at Fan Jie. “So your wish included yourself as well.”
When Fan Jie screamed out his wish for everyone to die back then, that “everyone” had included himself.
