Simulated Crime, This Criminal Doesn't Seem to Be Acting-Chapter 88

Faint flashlight beams flickered outside the blurred window, illuminating the entire playground and even the distant areas beyond. In such a situation, there was no hiding place that could escape detection. After the clamor of noise, high-pitched shouts of "Got them!" echoed through the air.

【Ah! Were they caught? I'm so scared!】

【According to the rules, anyone caught gets electroshock! Wuuu… It’s terrifying! Wouldn’t you go crazy from direct electroshock?】

【Yes, several who came in already went insane…】

“This time it seems to be a girl who ran away. They’ll suffer worse than us.”

A voice sounded beside Ye Sangsang.

Ye Sangsang turned to look at the skinny boy who spoke, his expression filled with sorrow.

Seeing Ye Sangsang looking at him, he added, “I heard that some of those girls… got hurt.”

In an era before widespread mobile phones, most underage boys had little exposure to sexual knowledge, and the information they knew was vague and incomplete. Even for those like him who were aware of such things, the words they used were still very discreet.

It took Ye Sangsang a moment to comprehend what the boy meant exactly.

This school was truly a cesspool of corruption.

“I was sent here by my mom. Were you guys sent too? Have you tried running away?” She looked at the others around her.

The scene fell into silence.

Ye Sangsang understood that they had probably tried to run away but were caught and brought back.

Or perhaps they had been so terrified by the punishments that they no longer dared.

Some might also be holding on to the hope that their parents would eventually come to take them home.

If they could endure, everything would be fine.

Ye Sangsang didn’t speak further, as the instructors had returned.

“Bang bang bang”

Footsteps echoed down the hallway, followed by the sound of whips striking the metal door of the dormitory.

This was their way of warning everyone to stay in line and not to gawk.

To avoid punishment, they now had to hurry back to their beds.

Soon, the sound of knocking and whipping moved from the entrance all the way to their dormitory.

Everyone held their breath, trembling in silence, afraid of being singled out for punishment.

“Bang”

With a heavy strike of the metal whip against the iron door, the door shook, and everyone flinched.

“There’s a new arrival here. Let’s give her a proper welcome.”

“Good.”

“Bang”

With a brief exchange, the dormitory door was kicked open.

The doors in the dormitories were never locked, as it made it easier for the instructors and teachers to enter at will.

To them, privacy was a luxury that didn’t exist.

They were treated like mere animals, objects that could be handled as they pleased.

After entering, they turned on the lights, casting a dim glow over the room filled with a dozen students.

“Zhou Xue!”

Ye Sangsang stood up, “Present!”

The instructor nodded in satisfaction at her prompt response, then gestured for her to follow them.

Having overheard their intentions to teach new arrivals a lesson, Ye Sangsang obediently followed.

After her, they called out three more names, one of whom was a girl, and the other two were boys.

Ye Sangsang, being the oldest and tallest among them, made the others look like scrawny little sprouts.

They were led from the dormitory building to the classroom building and soon arrived at the third-floor disciplinary room.

Except for Ye Sangsang, the other three froze at the sight of the sign above the door.

【I love playing horror games, but this situation is scarier than any horror game.】

【Horror games are fake, but this is real life… Wuuu…】

【Could they band together and resist? I’m getting angry just thinking about it! (No banned words here, don’t delete!)】

As the comments rolled in, Ye Sangsang followed the instructors into the room that students dreaded the most.

The room was a simple space with cement floors and whitewashed walls, divided into two sections. The outer room was empty, with rules written on the wall.

At the top read: “Say goodbye to internet addiction, rebuild yourself.”

The black letters, under the dim lighting, looked eerie and terrifying, evoking an even more frightening vibe than a mental hospital.

They were led into the inner room, which contained three beds.

Next to each bed were scattered white wires connected to a small machine.

The machine had a switch and knobs, labeled with voltage levels.

This was likely the electroshock device.

The white wires had soft plastic tips at the ends, presumably meant for placement on the temples.

Those in the dormitory had small blackened marks on their temples, evidence of previous electroshocks.

After they entered, the two girls who had fled were dragged in.

Under the forceful grip of the adult men, they were harshly thrown onto the beds and tightly secured with restraint belts already stained with dark red blood.

At this moment, the so-called principal entered.

Looking at the two trembling girls begging for mercy and the four other apprehensive students, he smiled and gestured for the procedure to begin.

One person skillfully held down the head, while another opened the electroshock device and attached the wires directly to the girls’ temples.

Horrific screams erupted.

The other girl, who hadn’t been shocked yet, was already trembling uncontrollably, her teeth clattering loudly.

No matter how terrified she was, the inevitable was bound to happen.

Two more men stepped forward, one holding her down while the other activated the electroshock device.

The room was again filled with screams.

The girls writhed in unimaginable pain.

Ye Sangsang lowered her eyes, acting frightened.

After a while of electroshock, the principal spoke.

“Do you know why you’re being shocked?”

The two girls were still too overwhelmed by the excruciating pain to respond immediately.

When they didn’t answer, another round of electroshock followed.

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“Do you know why?”

The girls began to respond, admitting they shouldn’t have run away.

“You are sick. Internet addiction is a disease. You are ill, and we are treating you!”

The principal looked down at them with an authoritative gaze.

Seeing the two girls’ unwillingness to admit their illness, the principal signaled for another round of electroshock.

“Are you sick?” he asked again.

By now, the girls were on the brink of collapse, tears streaming down their faces as they repeatedly admitted their internet addiction, confessing they were indeed sick.

Ye Sangsang thought that would be the end, but it wasn’t.

Seething with anger, the principal ordered another round of shocks.

Each time, he demanded they admit their illness, over and over again, until they finally passed out from the torment.

The two girls were dragged out of the room.

The principal nodded in satisfaction, then turned his gaze to the four trembling students, his eyes lingering on Ye Sangsang.

“You are by far the worst I’ve seen. Online games have completely corrupted your mind, leading you to pick up vices like smoking, drinking, and early relationships,” he said.

“Your mother sent you here to break your addiction and those bad habits! You need to understand that you are sick—suffering from a mental illness called internet addiction! And we are here to cure you!”

His words were directed at all four of them.

Ye Sangsang looked at him but did not argue.

Facing someone like him, who had already constructed his own twisted logic, any rebuttal would be futile and only provoke him into retaliating against them.

The only thing they could do was to agree in unison.

“Good, very good. You have good comprehension,” the principal said, though his words carried an air of cruelty.

“Now that you’ve served your time in solitary confinement, it’s time to move on to the necessary corrective treatments.”

The other three looked confused.

Ye Sangsang, however, understood what he meant.

By “corrective treatment,” he likely referred to electroshock therapy.

With around seventeen or eighteen people in the dormitory, all bearing marks of electroshock, it was obvious that they hadn’t all been punished for specific wrongdoings.

The only remaining possibility was that they had all undergone electroshock as part of the so-called “treatment.” Otherwise, if it were merely physical abuse, they wouldn’t be desperate to escape.

Many claim that rebellious teenagers are unruly, defiant, and reckless.

However, most teenage rebellion, while loud and brash, often doesn’t go beyond verbal defiance.

Many would continue studying even during these phases, attending school on time and enduring abuse as they had been taught to do.

Only when pushed beyond their limits, when they feel their lives are in danger, do they attempt to escape.

After the principal finished his speech, the four of them were sent back to the dormitory.

The others remained silent, likely fully aware of what the fugitives had just endured.

The director gave the order, and the next day, Ye Sangsang and the newcomers began to increase their treatment sessions.

By this time, they had already become much more docile than when they first arrived.

Yesterday, they had studied the rules and regulations, and they had a general understanding of the daily schedule at Peicai Academy. Today was the time to deepen that impression.

At noon, they took the medication given to them and began to receive internet addiction treatment.

Ye Sangsang was forced onto an electric shock bed, and the excruciating pain spread throughout her body in an instant.

She was someone who could endure pain quite well, but even she was tortured to the point of discomfort.

During the process, they were required to answer questions.

This, they claimed, was psychotherapy.

They wanted them to clearly state that they were sick, to admit that they were sick, and to acknowledge their mistakes and vow to change.

There were also some acupuncture sessions, the purpose of which was, of course, to make the students truly believe they were ill.

Ye Sangsang's thoughts wandered as she pondered how terrifying it was for people to do anything for money.

Internet addiction, they probably knew very well, was not a disease.

As the saying goes, those who wrong you know how wronged you are.

Even with her mind wandering, Ye Sangsang felt the time was dragging on unbearably.

When she left, she felt her vision was blurry.

Sister Sang, you've skipped ahead!

It seems Sister Sang is also curious about what this feels like; she's quite deranged.

Sister Sang is easily prone to feelings of vengeance; it feels like she's changing her plan.

After watching so many of Ye Sangsang's copies, many viewers were quite familiar with her.

In fact, what they guessed was correct: Ye Sangsang had developed a slight urge for revenge.

Leaving directly would be too easy on them.

Ye Sangsang walked out, leaning against the wall, with a smile playing on her lips.

This was not the end, as in the afternoon, Ye Sangsang and the others began their classes.

This time, everyone was present, first listening to the teacher's brainwashing spew various words, talking about family education and the hardships parents face.

They wanted them to be grateful to their parents, to obey, be modest, and be obedient.

They should not be disobedient, rebut, or criticize their parents, as parents were always right.

Ye Sangsang felt they were truly boring.

Ms. Ye Xin had told her that if parents were not doing well, children could point it out. There was no need to be overly grateful to parents, just to respect each other as family members and live together harmoniously.

Therefore, Ye Sangsang did not take in half a word.

What Ye Sangsang did not expect was that after the lecture, they had to write reflections and implement them according to those reflections.

Ye Sangsang quietly wrote, and because she couldn't think of anything, she offline copied some "ritual, justice, propriety, wisdom, and trust" educational content written by some parents for their children on the internet.

Ye Sangsang knew clearly what they wanted, so she wrote what they wanted to receive.

At 6 pm in the afternoon, after handing in her work, Ye Sangsang felt a sense of helplessness setting in, unable to muster any energy.

It should be the effect of the medication, as the people around her also looked equally lethargic.

It seemed that next time, she would have to find a way to slip through the cracks.

After changing her strategy, Ye Sangsang began to make a plan.

One-on-many was definitely not feasible; she had to find someone who was alone. Then things would go more smoothly.

If it really didn't work out, two people should be able to manage, though it would require taking some risks.

The next day, Ye Sangsang and the other newcomers were not subjected to electric shocks.

This treatment probably had intervals to avoid actually killing these people.

However, during this time, another batch of people was brought into the electric shock room.

They underwent their sessions.

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They were given twice a day, in the morning and afternoon.

After receiving the medication, they had to take it immediately, and the teacher would check to ensure they had swallowed it, inspecting the tongue and the inside of the mouth.

Soon, it was Ye Sangsang's turn to take the medicine. She extended her hand, tilted her head, placed the pill in her mouth, picked up the disposable cup of water, and swallowed.

Then she walked to another teacher, opened her mouth to be inspected.

After confirming she had swallowed it, she turned and left.

Those behind her went through the same process.

Passing by the trash can, Ye Sangsang clenched her hand, which she had kept curled the entire time, and slowly crushed the pill.

Until the pill became very fine powder, she passed by the trash can and naturally dumped the powder in.

The pill would have been too easy to detect, so this was the only way to go unnoticed.

Back at her seat, she sat upright.

Ye Sangsang had no intention of running away with others for the time being; she could do it alone.

One was because she didn't know many people, and two, she didn't trust others; it was too troublesome to test them.

In the previous trafficking case, if it hadn't been for someone else leading her, she wouldn't have thought of escaping through the mountains.

However, Ye Sangsang hadn't expected that even with such a covert action, someone beside her would notice.

It was the boy who had initially passed her the rules and regulations note.

He moved closer to Ye Sangsang, "I know you didn't take the medicine."

Ye Sangsang turned her head to look at him.

"Don't be nervous; I won't report you. I just want you to let my brother know if you get out, so he can come and take me away... In exchange, I can tell you some things..."

He whispered softly beside Ye Sangsang.

Ye Sangsang, seeing the proctor approaching closer, stretched out her foot and touched his foot.

"What are you whispering about!"

The boy's face instantly paled, and fear quickly surfaced in his eyes.

The next second, another proctor in the same uniform approached.

These people were already accustomed to punishment.

Before Ye Sangsang could react, she felt a sharp pain in her back, followed by another lash.

The boy beside her also couldn't escape; one lash after another landed on his back.

After five lashes, the proctor continued to ask, "What were you talking about?"

"Report to the proctor, we were saying that the treatment is effective, and we no longer want to go online," Ye Sangsang stood up, her expression blank, saying in a mechanical manner.

The proctor showed a satisfied smile, "Sit down."

Ye Sangsang slowly sat down, her entire body aching.

The boy trembled, unable to speak, only looking apologetically at Ye Sangsang.

Ye Sangsang did not blame the boy; he was just desperate and, most likely, would have begged anyone who wanted to escape.

Although cowardly and weak, as long as he didn't report her, he was considered a good person.

Time passed extremely slowly here; they were constantly disciplining these people, beating and humiliating them, electric shocks, dark rooms, sometimes just because they didn't like them, they would be taken away to be beaten.

There were fewer girls, but compared to boys, they were more easily bullied.

There were even those who openly touched shoulders and backs, whether it was the girls or those around them, everyone just pretended not to see.

The girls themselves didn't even dare to dodge.

Ye Sangsang couldn't help but think, did their parents know about this? Could they bear it?

Did these people really commit such a grave offense?

Even in prison, prisoners weren't treated this way.

Ye Sangsang felt a surge of anger, and when she realized it, she found it amusing.

Someone who was sick with a mental illness had felt anger at this scene.

Batch after batch of people alternated going into the electric shock room.

Ye Sangsang saw that when a girl was taken away, the proctor's face showed evil, lecherous smiles, the intent obvious.

The girl knew what she would encounter and did not resist, walking slowly with them.

Ye Sangsang understood that she was doing this to avoid being killed by these people.

There were also students who had formed muscle memory, no matter how they were punished, they were absolutely obedient, not saying a single superfluous word, losing all the vitality and youthfulness of boys and girls, like a puppet.

In the afternoon, these people held a new educational meeting.

They asked these people to write letters inviting their parents to visit.

Out of over a hundred people, ten were selected.

Ye Sangsang thoroughly understood that this was to let those parents see the result of the school, to make them feel satisfied and continue to pay.

At the same time, it could also be promoted, allowing them to recruit more students.

Ye Sangsang was interested; she wanted to see what these lunatics were up to.

Most importantly, she hadn't yet found a chance to escape.

Except for crime copies, she liked victim copies the second most.

Not only was it because being forced into a certain situation allowed for counterattacks and killing, violating the character settings slightly wouldn't affect the task result judgment.

Most importantly, it allowed her to see some unique criminals.

Their criminal situations and personalities could help her recognize that she was, to some extent, actually a good person.

It was a bit ironic, but it could indeed make Ye Sangsang feel a little better.

Sister Sang is quite excited!

Although I don't share Sang Sister's emotions, encountering such a copy/replica would definitely make me feel less sad.

[Watching this scene, the expression on Sister Ye's face gave me the feeling that there are people in this world even more cold-blooded and vicious than me.]

**Ye Sangsang** began writing, briefly going offline to copy the necessary articles, as she had no personal feelings and couldn't write otherwise.

It was nothing more than some formal greetings and polite invitations for her parents to visit.

Someone's letter was subtly seeking help, but they were almost beaten to the point of unconsciousness on the spot.

The summer clothes were thin, so everyone could see the man's back, crisscrossed with bruises.

Underneath were yellowing, slowly fading whip marks, overlapped by newer blue and purple bruises, which had merged into a palm-wide mark, shockingly vivid.

**Zhou Xue's** body also bore such marks, having been beaten three times. **Ye Sangsang** had almost forced herself to sit down.

If this were outside, doctors would recommend lying down to rest.

Without treatment, two days later, the bruises were even more pronounced when looking in the mirror.

Electrical shocks added to the physical and mental torture.

Combined with the poor food quality, **Ye Sangsang** had been suffering from diarrhea for two days.

If this were the real **Zhou Xue**, she would have already been on the verge of a mental breakdown.

Thinking of this, **Ye Sangsang** sincerely added an invitation for **Cui Xue**.

She was genuinely unhurried, even hoping for such experiences to happen again, watching **Cui Xue** get what she wanted in the end.

After finishing her letter, **Ye Sangsang** handed it to the teacher.

The teacher was a middle-aged woman who examined **Ye Sangsang's** letter carefully, her eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Very good! Exceedingly good! This student has real emotions, truly understanding gratitude towards her parents!"

The teacher praised **Ye Sangsang**.

**Ye Sangsang** nodded and slowly bowed, "Raising us wasn't easy for them; we should be filial and obedient to them. I was terribly wrong before; I hope the teacher gives me a chance to apologize to my mother."

When it came to emotional acting, **Ye Sangsang** was highly skilled.

Her micro-expressions, eyes, and actions all showed her deep regret.

All the instructors and teachers around her smiled, and even the principal who had just entered was smiling.

"Excellent! This is what an outstanding student looks like, genuinely realizing her mistakes! Grant her this opportunity to invite her mother to see the results of our work!"

With a wave of his hand, the principal agreed to **Ye Sangsang's** request.

**Ye Sangsang** looked at the principal, her eyes full of gratitude. "Thank you, Principal!"

"Everyone, clap!" The principal looked affectionately at **Ye Sangsang**, then turned to the others.

A unified applause rang out, with over a hundred eyes focused on **Ye Sangsang**.

The students watched **Ye Sangsang** as if she were a ghost, as she looked completely unpretentious.

They thought nothing of it, just assuming **Ye Sangsang** had gone mad.

**Ye Sangsang** returned to her seat calmly, switching to a cold expression under the startled gaze of the frail boy.

Perhaps due to her sincere performance, the electrical shocks, while still coming, lasted significantly less, and seeing her genuine admission that she was sick, the principal happily let her off the hook.

Back in the dormitory, Ye Sangsang didn't immediately skip the timeline but began observing the timing and number of patrols by the Taoist instructors and external guards at night.

The frail boy seemed to know this and talked about some gossip, diverting the attention of others, allowing **Ye Sangsang** to watch unobserved, either when going out or near the window.

The dormitory didn't have a bathroom; the end of the corridor was the bathroom.

Although there were windows, they were reinforced with steel bars, making escape impossible, so they could be out in the corridor.

After completing her observations, **Ye Sangsang** skipped to the next timeline, reaching the point where she had to take her medication.

She reused her old trick, hiding the pills between her thumb and index finger, slightly curling her hand, looking up, appearing to swallow them.

In reality, the pills remained in her hand.

This mainly tested her acting skills; she had to remain composed, not clench her hand tightly, and couldn't be detected.

She needed natural hand movements, varying them to avoid detection, showing no sign of nervousness.

After taking the pills, she had to appear weak and feeble.

Then it was time for class.

After lunch, **Ye Sangsang** knew that the school had invited the parents of some students, around twenty in total.

Apart from **Ye Sangsang**, those students who had been invited to see their parents beforehand were all taken for another round of "treatment."

They needed to ensure that these students appeared as their parents wished, not complaining to their parents, not letting them take them away.

**Ye Sangsang** quickly spotted **Cui Xue** among the crowd, dressed in a black floral long dress, high heels, and perfectly made-up.

She carried a small black handbag, her eyes lighting up as she approached her son, moving quickly.

**Ye Sangsang** gave her a fake smile, as if a thousand mountains and rivers now separated them, never to return to the past.

**Cui Xue's** steps faltered, and someone nearby stopped her.

The meeting also had a flow; the previous parents happily accepted their children's promises, with the children kneeling down to express gratitude to their parents and stating their desire to continue the transformation.

The boy speaking wore an artificially exaggerated expression of gratitude, his eyes profoundly icy as he knelt down.

On both knees, he spoke each word of thanks mechanically.

The bruises on his lower back were fully visible.

**Ye Sangsang** noticed that these parents had seen the marks.

Yet, seeing their obedient son, they chose to ignore them naturally.

[Seen it, right! Why!]

[That's your child! Such terrible injuries, why are you indifferent!]

[My mom, when I was little, though believing in a little roughing, never really hit harshly. Such severe injuries, why no heartache at all?]

**Ye Sangsang** lowered her gaze, hiding the coldness in her eyes.

She wanted to say that unless children were like her, natural antisocial individuals, the majority of the blame for children's issues lay with their parents' education.

If you can't educate well, even fail to educate at all, relying on schools or such institutions to educate is nonsense for parents.

This pair of parents, under the watchful eyes of the instructors and teachers, pulled their child up.

Then came the next pair, their expressions excited, even grateful.

Probably thinking that the child was finally no longer rebellious, no longer needing their worry.

Then followed the same process, promising to be good, kneeling to express their mistakes toward their parents, and so on.

Even knowing the coldness and mechanical nature of the words, they all steeped in their own satisfaction.

Soon, it was **Ye Sangsang's** turn.

The promise was a template, **Ye Sangsang** picked it up and read it to **Cui Xue**, just slightly more emotionally emotive than others.

This was her last test, curious if **Cui Xue** would have **Zhou Xue** kneel down next.

Such circumstances meant that kneeling nearly equaled her feeling superior to **Zhou Xue**.

After reading, **Ye Sangsang** looked at her and bent both knees.

**Cui Xue** watching her son, watching him slowly kneel.

She raised the corner of her mouth, her eyes showing a smile.

[If I were **Zhou Xue**, I would have been utterly desperate by now.]

[Ah, such control, truly a major flaw in being a parent.]

[**Zhou Xue** is just an ordinary student; bad habits, yes, but we all know that whether adults or children, everyone has imperfections. There is no perfect person in this world! **Cui Xue** showing such extremity, isn't she just venting all her dissatisfaction with life onto **Zhou Xue**, isn't she!]

After kneeling, **Ye Sangsang** leaned forward and began speaking her apology, word by word.

**Cui Xue** was in tears, reaching out to help her up after **Ye Sangsang** had finished.

The bruise on **Ye Sangsang's** back was touched, causing an instinctive tremor and a distorted expression due to pain.

**Cui Xue** felt it, her expression stiffening, her lips moving but no words coming out.

**Ye Sangsang** lowered her eyes, then opened them to look down at her.

Standing at a height of over a meter sixty, **Cui Xue** was shorter than **Zhou Xue**. Thus, **Ye Sangsang** looked down on her.

She looked unnatural yet forced herself to pretend that everything was normal.

Under the instructor's watchful eyes, **Ye Sangsang** stayed silent.

The remaining parents showed no heartache at all, readily accepting their children kneeling down to acknowledge their mistakes.

The viewers in the live broadcast were greatly disappointed, as they had thought that at least one parent would hearten the viewers with some genuine feelings.

In reality, none of it existed.

Following that, the visitors were taken to tour the cafeteria, dormitories, and the places where daily cultural education was supposedly held.

The places being shown were the school's best-decorated areas,

described in such a grandiose manner, yet in truth, there was no cultural education at all—it was all about torture and brainwashing.

Ye Sangsang noticed that a girl behind her had been wearing an expression of restrained speech.

Taking the opportunity when the instructors weren't looking, she whispered something to her mother in a low voice.

Her mother's expression changed, but eventually, she pursed her lips and said nothing.

Ye Sangsang looked at the girl and shook her head, indicating that she should say nothing more.

It was impossible.

The girl's hopeful gaze dimmed completely at this moment.

She looked at Ye Sangsang and revealed a desperate, hopeless smile.

The instructor turned his head, and the two of them immediately reverted to their usual expressionless state.

They toured the classrooms, witnessing the obedient students reading, and the cafeteria functioning in perfect order.

As the parents were about to leave, they praised everything effusively, promising to tell others about it.

The eleven students watched their parents leave.

In Ye Sangsang's observation, these students were not only apathetic and desperate but also harboring deep-seated resentment.

Not just toward the instructors here, but also toward the parents who had sent them here.

She didn't know the specifics of real cases, but she knew that children under such high pressure would hate their parents to the extreme.

The lightest consequence after leaving would be distancing themselves from their parents, while the worst could be… taking actions against them…

Ye Sangsang and the others were taken back to the classroom, and it was already afternoon. They continued with the brainwashing education.

Perhaps due to the successful conclusion of the tour, the number of students subjected to electric shocks was reduced today.

When it was time to take medication in the afternoon, Ye Sangsang followed her usual routine.

Soon, night fell.

According to Ye Sangsang's plan, at 1 AM, there would be one final patrol, with two guards entering the dormitory to take a quick look before heading back to sleep.

The most difficult part of using a chokehold was ensuring that the other guard wouldn't make a sound.

Ye Sangsang took her basin to the water room, deep in thought, when her shoulder bumped into someone else's arm.

"Sorry."

She instinctively said,

but before she could finish, she nearly knocked the person over.

Ye Sangsang quickly grabbed the girl's arm to steady her, preventing her from falling.

"It's fine."

The girl shook her head.

Ye Sangsang noticed that she was the same girl who had whispered to her mother during the day.

Her lips were pale and bloodless, and her eyes were empty, as if lost in thought, which was why she had approached Ye Sangsang.

There were no instructors in the dormitory at this moment, so Ye Sangsang looked at her and said, "Don't think too much. Everything will be better once we get out."

No matter how broken the world is, enduring it will lead to better days.

The girl didn't speak, just silently walked over to wash her face.

Ye Sangsang followed suit, washing her face and then her clothes.

She had arrived at the water room later, so there were only the two of them around.

After a while, the girl spoke softly, "I know you want to escape, but you won't make it. Their surveillance is very strict. And if you're caught, you'll be in deep trouble…"

"How do you know?" Ye Sangsang looked at her curiously.

The girl gave a bitter smile, "Everyone thinks that when they first arrive."

"Then why don't you report me?" Intentional escape attempts would also be caught and punished.

The girl remained silent.

Ye Sangsang lowered her eyes and continued washing her clothes.

After a while, the girl whispered, "…Can you take me with you? I know the layout…"

Ye Sangsang looked at her in surprise, trying to confirm if she was serious about escaping.

"I can ask you to do one thing for me…"

After thinking for a few seconds, Ye Sangsang nodded and whispered something in her ear.

The girl's face turned pale for a moment, staring fixedly at Ye Sangsang with a mix of surprise and disbelief.

But after a brief hesitation, she still nodded in agreement.

【Sang Sister, you're really ruthless!】

【Save me, Sang Sister, I'm going to think you're a villain!】

【Heaven help us, Sang Sister, I beg you, don't play the evil character!】

When the audience in the live stream heard Ye Sangsang's proposal, the entire chat exploded.

Because Ye Sangsang's plan was simply too ruthless.

If it were them, they wouldn't dare to go through with it.

Soon, the deep night slowly approached.

Ye Sangsang checked the time on her game system interface, around half past twelve.

The guard patrol was just an approximate time and wouldn't necessarily be at one in the morning. It was normal for them to finish patrolling half an hour earlier and go to sleep.

In the dark environment, she quietly listened for the sound outside the door.

Ten minutes later, footsteps approached.

【Sang Sister! Please! Get the timing right!】

【I'm scared of you, Sang Sister, you must get the timing right!】

【Sang Sister, don't let me down!】

The footsteps traveled from the entrance of the corridor, all the way to the end, then the two guards proceeded with their flashlights into the toilet.

After exiting the toilet, they headed toward the stairs at the corridor entrance.

Ye Sangsang silently climbed out of bed, glanced around, and gently opened the door.

Without mobile phones or any entertainment, these people went to sleep early and slept deeply.

Even if she were momentarily discovered, it wouldn't matter; over the past two nights, she had gone out to the toilet at this time.

If someone found her, she could just say she was going to the toilet.

If she were discovered after ten or so minutes, she would likely already be out of the campus.

She followed the footsteps up to the second floor, leaning against the wall at the end of the stairs, observing the two guards' movements.

When she confirmed they were heading toward the toilet, she quickly walked behind them; if they turned around, she hid behind the dormitory door.

There was a corner between the door and the wall, just enough to hide a relatively slender person.

After two intervals, Ye Sangsang finally hid herself.

The two guards also moved away from her, approaching the toilet.

Ye Sangsang knew that the plan was about to begin.

"Why are you here?" One of the guards entered the toilet, looking at the person inside, and spoke harshly.

A familiar female voice replied, "I think I'm not feeling well, instructor…"

Her voice carried a hint of coquettishness, tinged with worry.

The guard who initially entered immediately softened his tone, "What's wrong? Where are you feeling unwell?"

The girl pointed to a more private area.

The two guards immediately went inside.

"Should we give you a check-up?"

The girl's voice became panicked, "Yes, but one at a time would be better… I feel quite… um…"

The two eventually agreed, discussing after which the other guard stepped out, muttering something under his breath.

Inside the toilet, the girl began whispering with the guard.

Ye Sangsang noticed that the flashlight wasn't pointed in her direction, so she quickly walked out, aiming her hand at the guard and pulling upward with all her might.

A chokehold applied by someone of equal strength to another is highly effective.

In less than ten seconds, the guard passed out.

Ye Sangsang gently laid him on the ground, then tiptoed into the female toilet.

The other guard was already excitedly undressing, completely immersed in his joy.

Ye Sangsang placed her arm around his neck and skillfully pulled back.

In just a few short seconds, the choked man's eyes rolled back as he quietly lost consciousness.

Just as the guard's flashlight was about to drop, Ye Sangsang reached out with her other hand and caught it deftly, then glanced at the girl.

The girl was momentarily startled, her gaze towards Ye Sangsang now filled with admiration.

She hadn't expected that Ye Sangsang's plan of seduction was merely superficial; this person could resolve things long before any real indecency occurred.

The so-called seduction was actually just a way to isolate the two guards to facilitate action.

Ye Sangsang knocked the man out again with force, then looked up at her and whispered, "Are you okay? Don't be afraid."

The girl's eyes welled up, and she shed silent tears.

In the dark, Ye Sangsang couldn't see it, so she immediately wiped away her tears. "What should I do?"

"Drag him to the corner, I'll take care of the one outside," Ye Sangsang said, dropping the man to the ground and quickly heading out.

The other guard was about to wake up.

When Ye Sangsang approached, the guard had already opened his eyes, ready to speak.

She reached out again, applying another chokehold, then knocked him out.

Ye Sangsang had done this many times before, ensuring that the two wouldn't wake up for at least two hours. The reason for using the chokehold was that it was sufficiently terrifying, allowing them to experience the feeling of near-death.

She hid the man in the last cubicle of the toilet, then picked up the keys she had collected and walked out.

Seeing the girl at the doorway, trembling with excitement, she reached out to pat her shoulder, then remembered she was disguised as a man and retracted her hand.

"Let's go, calm down, don't be scared."

She waved to the girl, signaling her to follow.

The girl took a deep breath, clenched her teeth to suppress the trembling, and, with a determined gaze, stepped forward to keep pace with Ye Sangsang.