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Chapter 399 Ugh, you can't even copy homework properly?!
Time passed slowly, and the atmosphere in the dormitory gradually calmed down.
Lin Feng leaned against the headboard, closed his eyes to rest, and his breathing was so steady that he seemed to be really asleep.
Wasim sat cross-legged on his bed, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the watch face, his lips moving slightly but making no sound.
Park Ji-won took out a notebook from the drawer and started writing and drawing on it. Occasionally, he would stop what he was doing and glance at the doorway.
No one mentioned Dave again.
Some things are better left unsaid.
Time quickly came to 10:55, with only five minutes left before lights out.
Vassim opened his eyes, rolled out of bed, and quickly walked to the door, his gaze falling on the ever-burning spirit lamp hanging above the door frame.
It was an old-fashioned copper oil lamp, its surface covered with dark green rust, and some blurry, indistinct patterns engraved on its body.
The wick was soaked in a murky grease, and the flame flickered slightly, casting a warm yellow halo.
[Rule Three: A perpetual spirit lamp hangs beside the door of each dormitory room. It must be lit when going to sleep and must not be extinguished throughout the night; if the lamp goes out, the person is in danger.]
Wasim pulled a small glass bottle from under the bed; the bottle contained half a jar of murky lamp oil.
He pulled out the stopper from the glass bottle and carefully added the oil into the lamp.
After adding the oil, he picked up a thin iron skewer and gently adjusted the wick.
The firelight suddenly brightened a bit, then quickly returned to a stable and soft glow.
He stared at the cluster of flames for two seconds, making sure there was nothing unusual, before putting the glass bottle back under the bed.
Less than two minutes after Vassim lay down, the incandescent light above his head suddenly began to flicker.
"Sizzle—sizzle—smack."
The incandescent bulbs overhead went out completely, leaving the ever-burning spirit lamp on the door frame as the only source of light in the space.
Lin Feng finally opened his eyes and glanced at the soul lamp.
The flame is stable and there are no abnormalities.
He breathed a slight sigh of relief.
After a moment of silence, Lin Feng suddenly spoke: "Rule one... is very likely wrong."
Wasim and Park Ji-won both looked at him.
Lin Feng didn't explain much, but calmly added, "It's best if everyone doesn't sleep in a supine position."
Vassim barely hesitated before turning to face outwards, his movements swift and decisive.
Park Ji-won frowned: "Why? But I feel very comfortable lying flat."
Wasim glanced at him, his tone meaningful: "Is it more comfortable than when you usually sleep lying flat?"
Park Ji-won paused for a moment, carefully felt it for a while, and then nodded: "That's right, it's definitely more comfortable than usual."
"Then we need to be even more vigilant," Vassim said in a deep voice. "In the world of ghost stories, anything that makes you feel comfortable and relaxed usually hides a trap."
Park Ji-won opened his mouth as if he wanted to refute something, but swallowed the words back.
He glanced at Lin Feng, then at Wasim, and ultimately chose to trust their judgment.
"Alright."
He reluctantly turned to face Lin Feng, adjusted his posture, and muttered something under his breath:
"May I have no dreams, and sleep peacefully."
He is enforcing rule 2:
Before going to sleep, silently recite, "May I sleep peacefully without dreams." If you have a dream, write it down in a notebook immediately upon waking, and then burn it in an incense burner in the morning.
Wasim listened intently, his brow furrowing slightly.
He didn't hear a single word of the sentence that he had to recite before going to sleep from Lin Feng's mouth. Of course, it's also possible that he recited it silently in his mind without making it out loud.
After a moment's hesitation, Wasim lowered his voice and asked, "Brother Lin Feng, what about rule two...?"
Lin Feng's voice came from above, soft yet resolute:
"This rule makes me feel a little uncomfortable, so I choose to trust my gut and not follow it."
Without asking further questions, Wasim immediately replied softly, "Then I choose to believe you."
After saying that, he immediately closed his eyes, and his breathing gradually calmed down.
Park Ji-won naturally overheard their conversation, but a faint sneer appeared on his lips.
As a middle school teacher with more than ten years of teaching experience, Park Ji-won has always prided himself on being rational, rigorous, and rule-abiding.
His greatest strength lies in analyzing the exam syllabus, breaking down the rules, and guiding students to answer questions according to the standard answers.
In his view, every rule in the world of ghost stories is a test.
The exam questions have standard answers.
Rule Two is written very clearly—
Silently repeating that phrase before bed can help you fall asleep peacefully.
If you have a dream, you should write it down and burn it.
The entire process is clear, complete, and executable, without any logical contradictions or loopholes.
As for Lin Feng's comment about "not feeling well"... Park Ji-won shook his head inwardly.
Intuition? Can intuition put food on the table?
Can intuition help you escape the world of ghost stories?
He has seen too many students lose points because "I think the answer to this question should be C". The correct answer cannot be guessed based on feelings.
Lin Feng is indeed very strong, he admits that.
But being strong doesn't mean being right all the time.
No matter how capable a person is, they cannot overturn the rules written in black and white based on intuition alone.
He chose to trust his own judgment.
So, Park Ji-won pursed her lips, her lips continuing to move slightly:
"May I sleep peacefully without dreams..."
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Meanwhile, in the Korean horror story conference room.
In front of a huge screen, the strategy team members were staring intently at the screen.
The team leader, surnamed Cui, was in his early fifties. At that moment, he was supporting himself on the table with both hands, his knuckles turning white from the force.
"Ashi... Ashiba..."
His lips were trembling.
It wasn't out of fear, but out of anger.
"That idiot! What is he doing?!"
Team Leader Cui slammed his hand on the table, causing the coffee cups on the table to jump and spill dark brown liquid all over the table.
"Can't you even copy homework?!" Team Leader Cui's voice was almost squeezed out from between his teeth.
"A big shot like Lin Feng is lying right next to him, and Lin Feng himself said there's a problem with Rule Two, yet he still insists on verifying it himself?!"
"Is he a ghost story researcher or a ghost story experience officer?! Huh?!"
The deputy group leader next to him cautiously spoke up: "Group leader, perhaps Teacher Park has her own judgment—"
"What kind of judgment does he have?!" Team Leader Cui interrupted mercilessly, his finger jabbing sharply at Park Ji-won's face on the screen. "He's a teacher, not a strategist!"
"His greatest skill in life is simply reciting from a textbook. Now, even if you give him the correct answers, he won't copy them. Is his brain just filled with kimchi soup?!"
No one dared to speak.
Team Leader Cui took a deep breath, forced himself to calm down, and quickly glanced at the watch on his wrist.
11:08 in the evening.
The last time a ghost story alert was issued was at 2 PM.
Cooldown period of 12 hours.
This means the next notification won't be until 2 a.m.
There are still almost three hours left!
Team Leader Cui closed his eyes, the veins on his temples throbbing.
Three hours later, the daylily buds were cold!
He opened his eyes, took one last look at Park Ji-won on the screen—who was lying on his side, a hint of determination on his lips—and sighed helplessly.
"How come our South Korea keeps producing such idiots..."