Nightmare Assault Chapter 83: Paper

“Furthermore,” Jiang Cheng smiled as he pulled on the camera bag strap. “Did Chen Yao need to use this method to threaten her teacher? Risking her reputation and her life?” He shook his head. “We’re not in a webnovel.”

Just as Fatty wanted to interrupt to praise Jiang Cheng, the latter added, “You also saw Chen Yao in the picture. I’d say she’s barely good enough for me. I’m the best host of my nightclub. Who is Su Yu? Do you think the beauty wants the beast that badly?”

“Doctor!” Fatty wanted to seal the man’s lips with tape. “There’s no other people here. Can you stop acting?”

Jiang Cheng grumbled with dissatisfaction.

“What’s the fourth point, Doctor?” Fatty prepared to continue writing in his book. The small pen looked so cute in his large hand.

Jiang Cheng huffed proudly, “The fourth point is the most exciting and the most important.” He lowered his voice, “Li Yanwei said she transferred to the ballet major. Do you remember?”

Fatty thought about it and nodded. “She did say that.”

“Have you wondered why?”

“It’s probably for Su Yu.” Fatty scratched his chin with the end of the pen. “If my boyfriend were seduced daily by another girl, I would have to be present to stop it.”

Jiang Cheng silently moved to the left to introduce some distance between them. “However, Li Yanwei didn’t mention anything related to this experience,” Jiang Cheng said with giddiness, “Chen Yao, Li Yanwei, and Su Yu, the three of them were in the same class. The thought of it is so juicy!”

Fatty’s hand paused.

“If I didn’t remember wrongly, Chen Yao committed suicide after Li Yanwei transferred to the ballet class.” Jiang Cheng stared down the night with melancholy.

Fatty seemed to understand something. He put away his notebook and pen. “Doctor, if that’s the case, Chen Yao would never forgive Li Yanwei… Then, is it possible that Li Yanwei is already dead?” Fatty’s voice trembled, “And Chen Yao is controlling her as a ghost to trick us! Her goal is to kill all of us!”

Jiang Cheng shook his head slowly, “Unlikely.”

“Why?”

Jiang

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