Trapped in Paradise (In a Hentai World, as a Trap)

Chapter Vol. 1 Ch. 74.1

The idea of Zhang Shaoqing turning evil seemed impossible now.

A few days ago, his high fever and another instance of feminization were the punishments for following the dark plotline.

At least that’s what Ning Chu thought.

But just because Zhang Shaoqing didn’t turn evil doesn’t mean he has completely forgotten about his childhood friend.

Ning Chu was still a bit worried about Zhang Shaoqing’s mental state, concerned that he might do something drastic.

Just look at those news stories about people committing suicide after breakups...

Ning Chu only had two classes in the morning, but each class was almost two hours long.

By noon, when the dismissal bell rang, the teacher on the podium quickly grabbed his lesson plan and left the classroom even faster than the students.

The students rushed towards the doors, swarming together like zombies, crowding around the front and back exits.

Ning Chu picked up his textbooks and quickly glanced at his three roommates.

Wen Yang had listened attentively all morning and even took notes—definitely model student material.

“Alright then,” Wen Yang said, looking a bit dejected, like a small dog that had been abandoned.

As the four of them passed by the cafeteria, Wen Yang, now alone, dejectedly walked toward its entrance.

Ning Chu looked back at Wen Yang’s retreating figure, bit his lip, and was about to head to the dormitory when he saw Zhang Shaoqing turning and walking in another direction.

What’s that guy up to?!

He frowned, feeling uneasy about Zhang Shaoqing.

Whether he was plotting something against Ling Ling or on the verge of an emotional breakdown after his failed relationship, Ning Chu couldn’t let Zhang Shaoqing out of his sight for long.

“You go back first,” Ning Chu instructed Wang Jie. “Remember to grab my takeout.”

“Sure.” Wang Jie mumbled as he continued walking forward, “Why is everyone acting so weird today...”

Maintaining a distance of two or three meters, Ning Chu followed Zhang Shaoqing into the sports field without any attempt to hide.

At noon, with the sun beating down and temperatures over 35 degrees Celsius, the field was almost completely deserted.

Zhang Shaoqing stopped on the rubber track and turned around, looking at Ning Chu’s worried face.

“You... really like to meddle, don’t you?”