The Cold Lord God Always Acts Like a Spoiled Brat To Me

 Listen carefully.

 The voice of the dormitory auntie was a little shrill.

Like the sound made by someone holding his toes and pinching his throat.

"Da da…"

The sound of footsteps came closer and then farther away.

 The entire dormitory building fell into silence.

 “Click, click…”

Rao Yining turned over in a daze and woke up from her sleep. There was always noise in her ears. She covered her ears irritably.

 But the sound continued.

 “Click, click—”

She couldn't bear it anymore: "Which of you is eating? You are crazy in the middle of the night!"

 No one responded.

There was only the faint sound of chewing something, which sounded very clearly in the silence.

 Rao Yining took out his mobile phone and looked at the time.

 Twelve thirty-three in the evening.

 The urge to urinate came over me.

She touched her arm and wondered why it was so cold tonight. She rolled down from the lower bunk and saw that Jiang Chaan and Jiang Siqi were already asleep, and she felt puzzled.

 Who was eating just now?

Who made the sound?

 Is he the new roommate?

Rao Yining shook his head, opened the door of the dormitory and walked out to use the bathroom.

Just after entering the bathroom, there is a sink and a large mirror. The bright lights in the bathroom are in sharp contrast with the darkness of the corridor, and Rao Yining's face is reflected clearly.

She took a breath, went to the toilet, and then passed the mirror.

 The red shadow in the mirror flashed by...

She turned her head away when she felt something, and could only see her own face in the mirror.

Rao Yining muttered something, then walked out and returned to the dormitory.

 Behind her.

The mirror reflected her back.

 But he has a pale face.

 Rao Yining in the mirror showed a strange smile. After returning to the dormitory, Rao Yining continued to sleep, but the quilt became heavier and heavier, and some sounds kept coming into his ears.

 “Ginger Chaan!”

“Jiang Siqi! If you do this again, I will—”

"ah!"

 The next day is destined to be an uneventful day.

When Jiang Chaan woke up, the quilts on the upper bunk had been neatly stacked, but there was no one on the bed.

 “Where is Rao Yining?” Jiang Siqi asked curiously.

 “Did any of you see where she went?”

 Ziying’s heart sank.

 Almost immediately I thought something had happened.

She remembered that Rao Yining went to the toilet last night and went to sleep quietly after coming back.

 From beginning to end, there is nothing strange at all.

 Ziying paid special attention to her.

 When Rao Yining went to the toilet, she followed him out, and there was nothing wrong with him.

 Even so, the rules of the death game still emerged.

 The game gives them seven days.

 Seven players in total.

 On average, one player dies every day.

If the main thread of the weird stories in this world is still not discovered on the seventh day, then their outcome will be certain death.

“I didn’t see it.” The girl who told them a story last night was holding a bag of potato chips and leaning against the door.

“She must have gone to the classroom first. She is so brave and still doesn’t believe it. Sooner or later, she will know that what I said is right.”

"Siqi." Jiang Chaan just **** her hair with a small black leather band, and her high ponytail was gracefully curved. She lowered her head quietly, wiped her fingers across the dark red blood stains on the edge of the bed, and looked at Jiang Siqi.

The moment Jiang Siqi looked at her, her expression changed again and again.

"What are you doing here!" The dormitory aunt came over and said, "Go to school quickly!"

"Auntie, where is Yi Ning?" Jiang Cha'an smiled at her, as sweet as a puppet, "We are a little worried about her."