40: Chapter 40 is here! Brother Qiang is here!

"This is my bed." Zhang Wei pointed to a bed near the door.

The quilt was folded quite neatly, and a SpongeBob doll was placed beside the pillow. He was quite childlike.

"That one opposite is Brother Qiang's bed."

The camera panned over. The bed opposite was noticeably messier than Zhang Wei's. Several dumbbells were stuffed under the bed, along with a huge power twister.

On the table, besides a few super-large tubs of protein powder, there were some messy bottles and jars.

Su Yun's eyes narrowed. "Stop!" "Move the camera a bit to the left, yes, that black shelf, get closer."

Although Zhang Wei didn't understand why, he obediently moved the phone closer.

In the middle of that pile of clutter sat a bottle of dark blue liquid. The bottle was covered in English text, but that couldn't stump the omnipotent netizens.

Especially that group of experienced 'old drivers' in the livestream room who had seen countless films.

"Holy crap! That is... isn't that the legendary, you know, oil?"

"Personal lubricant? And the intense, exhilarating kind?"

"Case closed! Brothers, case closed!"

"Is this, like, a must-have item for sports students' dorms? I don't understand!"

"Zhang Wei, run! That's the crime tool!"

Zhang Wei watched the frantically scrolling comments on the screen, looking completely bewildered. "Um... Master, is there a problem with this bottle of oil?"

"Brother Qiang said it's for wiping down fitness equipment, a maintenance oil."

Su Yun looked at Zhang Wei's clear, big eyes and sighed inwardly. This kid was hopeless. What the hell kind of maintenance oil.

Whose dumbbells need to be coated in lubricant? That's meant for your maintenance!

Su Yun gave a light cough and said solemnly: "Hmm, this bottle of oil... is indeed a bit strange, but that's not the point."

"The point is, I can see that there is a major problem with the feng shui of your dorm."

Upon hearing this, Zhang Wei's face turned pale again. "A major problem? Master, please don't scare me! Is there really a ghost?"

Su Yun shook his head and waved a finger. "Not at all, it's not a ghost, it's 'qi'."

"Your dorm has too much 'yang' energy." "Think about it, you are a male, Wang Qiang is a sports student, and he's naturally full of 'yang' energy."

"Add to that these fitness devices, and that bottle... ahem, that bottle of oil." "This results in the magnetic field of the entire dorm presenting a state of extreme 'yang'."

"When things reach an extreme, they reverse; extreme 'yang' generates 'yin'." "Your body is weak and can't withstand this surge of 'yang' energy, which is why you're having hallucinations of being pressed by a ghost."

"This is what's known as an imbalance of 'yin' and 'yang', a case of 'man-on-man' action."

This speech was shrouded in mystery, and at first glance, it sounded quite reasonable. The viewers in the livestream room were laughing like crazy.

"What the hell, 'man-on-man'!"

"Master, you really know your idioms."

"Talking nonsense with such a straight face, I only admire Su Yun."

"Zhang Wei: Master is right, I believe him."

Sure enough. Zhang Wei listened, stunned, and nodded repeatedly.

"So that's how it is! I knew it, every time Brother Qiang comes back from working out, I feel that sense of oppression is especially strong!"

"Master, what should I do now? Should I buy some talisman paper? Or get a Bagua mirror to hang up?"

Su Yun waved his hand. "Those are useless. The person who tied the bell must be the one to untie it." "Since it's an issue with the energy field, it has to be solved on the spot."

"Tonight, we're going to have a ghost-catching operation."

Zhang Wei swallowed hard, feeling a bit scared. "Catch... catch a ghost? Master, are you coming over?"

"No need, I can cast spells remotely." Su Yun leaned back in his chair, his face wearing the confidence of someone in control of everything.

"Listen well, you must do exactly as I say for every word from now on, if you want to completely get rid of that thing."

Zhang Wei nodded desperately, like a pestle pounding garlic. "Please tell me! I'll listen to everything you say!"

Su Yun checked the time. "Eat normally, wash up normally." "Later, turn off the lights and go to bed early."

"Lie on the bed and pretend to sleep." "Remember, pretend." "No matter what happens, don't open your eyes, and don't move around."

"Find a concealed spot to set up your phone, with the camera aimed at your bed." "Turn on the infrared night vision mode and keep the livestream running smoothly." "I will be watching the whole time."

Zhang Wei felt his hair stand on end. "Master, what if... what if that ghost really comes and wants to kill me? If I close my eyes, won't I just be waiting to die?"

Su Yun smiled, a smile that carried an indescribable eeriness. "Don't worry, that ghost can't bear to kill you."

"At most, he just wants to absorb some of your 'yang' energy, making you... 'man up' to the challenge." "With me here, your life is guaranteed to be safe." "And you might even see the true colors of the person beside you."

Although Zhang Wei was still scared to death, seeing Su Yun's determined gaze gave him a bit of confidence. "Okay! I trust you, Master! Tonight, I'll fight that ghost to the end!"

...

Time passed second by second. The number of people in the livestream room not only didn't decrease, it actually increased. Everyone was waiting to watch tonight's big drama.

Was it a vengeful ghost seeking a life, or a strong man locking onto a man? It was just like opening a blind box, incredibly exciting.

At seven o'clock in the evening, a burly male walked into the camera's view. He was wearing a basketball jersey, and the muscles on his arms were like little hillocks. This was the legendary "Brother Qiang", Wang Qiang.

"Xiao Wei, still not asleep?" Wang Qiang's voice was very gruff, but to Zhang Wei's ears, it inexplicably had a hint of gentleness.

Zhang Wei was extremely nervous; hearing this, he almost dropped his phone. Remembering Su Yun's instructions, he hurriedly hid the phone behind a stack of books on the bookshelf, leaving only the camera exposed.

"Ah... um, Brother Qiang, I'm going to sleep now, I'm a bit tired today."

Wang Qiang didn't notice anything unusual, just grabbed a towel to wipe his sweat. "Alright, get some sleep early. I see your complexion hasn't been great lately; have you not been resting well again?"

"There's hot milk on the table, drink it before you sleep."

Zhang Wei gave a perfunctory reply, climbed into bed, and burrowed under the covers. But he couldn't fall asleep at all.

His heart was pounding wildly in his chest, as if it were about to jump out of his throat. Click, the dorm lights went out, and the entire screen plunged into pitch darkness.

Only the infrared mode of Zhang Wei's phone could barely capture the outline of the dorm. The image turned into an eerie black and white. In the livestream room, two hundred thousand people held their breath simultaneously.

The comments decreased significantly, as everyone was afraid of missing any exciting scenes. Su Yun sat in front of the computer, holding half an apple in his hand, munching on it with relish. "It's here," he said softly.

Sure enough, about ten minutes passed. In the originally terrifyingly quiet dorm, a rustling sound suddenly came. It was the sound of bed boards rubbing against each other. In the silent night, it sounded exceptionally clear.

Zhang Wei kept his eyes tightly shut, his eyelashes trembling violently. He heard it. That sound was coming from the opposite bunk. That was Brother Qiang's bed! Could it be that Brother Qiang was also being pressed by a ghost? Or was it...