Outside the window, the light snow grew heavier.
The School, shrouded in white, was in the midst of the Final Exam—eerily silent, as if it were a Dead Man’s Grave.
Under the gaze of the four girls, the pen in their hands began to rotate slowly.
The tip pressed against the blank paper; as the lead rubbed against the page, a blood-red circle quickly appeared.
“No way, did it really summon something?” Luo Xi gasped in a low voice.
“This doesn’t make sense. The Explanation Manual clearly said it’s just a regular toy,” Jiang Shimo muttered softly.
“Was it one of you playing a prank in secret?” Qin Muling swept her gaze across the other three, as if trying to see through a disguise.
According to scientific explanations, in the Pen Fairy Game, you’re not allowed to support your elbow or wrist; your hand must remain suspended, with the pen held vertically against any point on the paper. When the conditions of suspended wrists, no support, a smooth paper surface, and a sharp pen are all met, all four people exert force on each other, so under the body’s influence, the pen will move in a circle.
This also explains why the pen moves without anyone realizing it.
“I’m a little scared~ Maybe we should let go,” Luo Mei, undoubtedly the most timid among the four, spoke as she prepared to loosen her grip.
“Don’t!”
“Better to believe it exists than not,” Jiang Shimo hurriedly stopped her.
“There are three taboos in the Pen Fairy Game: First, you can’t ask about the cause of death; second, you can’t ask about lifespan; third, you must send the Pencil Spirit away. Breaking any of these rules can lead to uncontrollable consequences.
Of these, the third is the most serious—if the Pencil Spirit is summoned but cannot be sent away, it will linger by your side, until it either takes over a player’s body or kills them.”
After this explanation, Luo Mei’s face turned pale. “Then what do we do? Are we really going to die?” Compared to her panic, the other three remained relatively calm, exchanging glances before Qin Muling made the final decision.
“Each of us gets to ask one question. Afterward, we’ll send the Pencil Spirit away! Luo Xi, you go first.”
Luo Xi nodded, taking a deep breath. “Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, I want to know if I’ll fail this Exam.”
“Why are you asking that? Shouldn’t you ask something more useful?” Qin Muling seemed to complain, but perhaps she was just easing the tension.
“More than a handsome, rich boyfriend, I just want to pass the Exam,” Luo Xi replied righteously.
“Shh, don’t talk, I feel the pen moving,” Jiang Shimo interrupted.
As soon as she finished, the pen tip suddenly trembled, the room’s lights flickered, as if something had passed by, and the atmosphere tightened again.
The glass window creaked, delicate snowflakes drifted in, and for an instant, there were actually five Shadows in the room.
Jiang Shimo suddenly felt a chill wash over her shoulders, as if half her body had gone numb and was slipping out of her control.
At the same time—
In a dimension unnoticed by ordinary people,
Xu Yinsheng yawned, floating mid-air, his gaze sweeping over the four girls courting death below, pausing for a while on one of them.
“Cousin, you really never let your Cousin rest easy. Playing the Pen Fairy in broad daylight—ruining my nice dream,” Xu Yinsheng grumbled.
After hearing Luo Xi’s question, it was as if some mysterious program had been triggered between Heaven and Earth. Xu Yinsheng’s floating body began to move on its own.
His palm hovered in the air, and the pencil in the four girls’ hands started moving again.
Blood-red characters appeared on the paper, stroke by stroke, and soon, two simplified Chinese characters appeared on the white page.
“No.”
“No failed courses! Thank you, teacher, thank you, Pen Fairy.” Luo Xi cheered excitedly, “I knew it, the teacher would definitely help me! This winter break I finally don’t have to listen to my parents nagging!”
Her excited outburst completely dispelled the room’s frightening atmosphere, and, oddly enough, brought a certain comedic charm to the situation.
Next was Qin Muling and Luo Mei. One asked if her future boyfriend would be tall, rich, and handsome; the other asked if she’d return Home safely.
Both received satisfactory answers.
Soon, it was Jiang Shimo’s turn.
After a moment’s thought, she voiced her greatest doubt: “Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, I want to know the reason my Cousin suddenly faked death. Just how big a mess did he get himself into?”
Hovering in the air, the temp worker Pen Fairy, Xu Yinsheng—who had been ready to watch the fun—froze.
Crap!
Cousin, why are you asking that?
No way!
Time to run, time to run!
Xu Yinsheng wanted to flee the scene, but because of some unknown law of Heaven and Earth, his body seemed to be taken over by a mysterious program at that very moment.
The pencil in the four girls’ hands began to move again, the tip sliding swiftly over the paper. This time, instead of blood-red, it was the ordinary graphite black, leaving behind unique marks on the white paper.
But instead of simple words, what emerged was an astounding work of art.
Xu Yinsheng could only watch in horror as the lines gradually took shape, and a familiar—yet fearfully dreaded—figure appeared.
Soon, the pencil outlined a beautiful tableau on the paper.
A man in a crisp suit forcibly pinned a delicate girl beneath him, ignoring her resistance, disregarding her tears, indulging himself without restraint, violating her, toying with her, venting his long-held emotions…
“This is… a sketch? No, a Spring Palace Picture?” Luo Xi’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Shimo, is that man your Cousin? Didn’t you say he looked pretty and delicate?” Qin Muling gaped in astonishment.
“That man looks just like the guy who gave the speech at School last time,” Luo Mei offered timidly.
At the center of everyone’s attention, Jiang Shimo stared at the racy sketch in utter disbelief.
“Pen Fairy, Pen Fairy, are you sure about this?” The pen circled the picture on the paper in silent confirmation.
“Then where’s my Cousin?”
The pen circled the girl’s face.
The four girls exchanged glances, seeing bewilderment reflected in each other’s eyes.
“Could it be your Cousin cross-dressing? Didn’t you complain to me before that your Cousin not only looks delicate, but even has a better figure than you?” Qin Yuling speculated.
“So your Cousin cross-dressed and got pinned down,” Luo Xi chimed in.
“No way… My Cousin, he—” Jiang Shimo abruptly cut off, as if choking on her words.
Now that she thought about it, there really was nothing impossible about it.
Her Cousin could accept his girlfriend being XXOO’d by his good buddy, so what was a little cross-dressing in comparison? Besides, his figure really did outdo most women.
Thinking along those lines: Her Cousin, cross-dressed, and with his ‘Cousin-in-law’ both being taken by his good buddy…
Hiss! Cousin, you sure play wild!!
No wonder he didn’t care about his girlfriend being XXOO’d by his good buddy—turns out he was added to the harem himself!
Terrifying!
Xu Yinsheng covered his face with both hands.
Done for. Embarrassment on a grand scale, and it’s all landed at his Cousin’s feet.
Time to run, time to run.
Perhaps because all four had finished their questions, Xu Yinsheng—once bound by mysterious rules—was instantly freed, vanishing without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The pencil disappeared as well, leaving only the four girls staring at one another in the room.