Chapter 3: Strongly Striking, Reducing to Ashes and Smoke

Bang!

Suddenly, Pan Xiaoxian noticed what seemed to be some markings on his neck. He tugged at his collar and awkwardly turned his face to look in the mirror. This action was indeed quite difficult for him, and he even felt as if he could hear the stiff "crack" sounds of his cervical vertebrae as if they were about to break.

If it were not for the faintly translucent little antennae still visible at the edges, intertwining and merging with one another, he could hardly believe that he had just truly shed a piece of flesh.

Pan Xiaoxian could easily imagine that with these few green ponds, perhaps tomorrow he would have another title of "Master of Kidney Deficiency" coming out...

However, Pan Xiaoxian would never admit that he is mentally ill. The more he thought about it, the more confused he became, so he simply decided not to think about it anymore. Dragging his heavy footsteps and hanging his head, he seemed very melancholic and dejected as he returned to the dormitory, relying on the inertia of life.

I am about to ascend to the heavens

Is it possible? Has it really been completely wiped out? ... The three of them, Big Head, the Scoundrel, and the Tire, exchanged glances, and this is quite awkward ...

Pan Xiaoxian's back slammed heavily against the door panel ... ! ... It didn't hurt at all !

With a sudden "crack," it turned out that the mirror had been unintentionally shattered by his forceful grip. Amidst the fragmented pieces of the cracked mirror, Pan Xiaoxian widened her eyes and carefully examined herself.

In order to obtain a set of three items, you are quite determined! Another fellow, who is short, thin, and small, is exclaiming in admiration.

No... ..." Pan Xiaoxian still tried to salvage her image. If this matter is not clarified, who knows what kind of turmoil it would stir up in the class when it spreads out.

Indeed, he saw dark blue-black vascular patterns extending from his own collarbone all the way up to his neck in the mirror. It is uncertain whether it is due to weight loss, but his collarbone now appears very defined and alluring. The pale skin combined with the dark blue-black vascular patterns resembles a tattoo in a totemic style, exuding a beauty that is mysterious, eerie, and seductive, yet entirely natural.

"Wow, Pan Luer, you are back!" A tall, big, and strong guy punched Pan Xiaoxian on the chest and said, "Tonight, our entire dormitory is heading to the internet café for an overnight stay, just waiting for you!"

Pan Xiaoxian intentionally furrowed his brows, and immediately, the terrifying gaze emanating from the hidden negative emotions such as ferocity, ruthlessness, and bloodthirstiness was unleashed. Even though he knew that the person in the mirror was himself, he still felt a sense of shock and fear.

Meat, oh meat, you are so quick to part ways at the slightest disagreement

He initially thought he would be beaten after speaking, but the tire bounced out with an unscientific agility. To his surprise, Pan Xiaoxian did not chase after him; instead, she stood in place with her head drooped in silence, as if she were filled with guilt and self-reproach after being called out.

Pan Xiaoxian picked up the makeup mirror with trembling fingers, resembling a patient with Parkinson's disease, and upon looking at herself, she was instantly struck with disbelief, her whole body shaking

How could this be? As Pan Xiaoxian looked into the shattered mirror again, she saw that the area where the flesh had just fallen off had actually healed!

"Ahem, I say, brother, don't take it to heart. One must be a little crazy when young, right? Back in the day, during my wildest times, I once did it seven times in one night!" The scoundrel comforted Pan Xiaoxian in his own unique way. Although it was a bit vulgar, the intention was good.

However, still so handsome

This fat man is named Mi Chunlin, nicknamed "Tire." This nickname is equally undisputed, whether it is his name or the large circle of "lifebuoy" around his body, which is a perfect fit for being a spokesperson for tires.

Pan Xiaoxian looked at the flesh in his hand, the blood on the flesh was dark red, thick like ketchup. Even more astonishing was that this piece of flesh, which had clearly detached from his body, seemed to possess a life of its own, gently wriggling in his hand

... ... Well, if it is said to be a mental illness, it seems plausible.

self-healing ability

Many people do not understand why he is clearly a small-headed person yet is nicknamed "Big Head". However, those who have encountered him in public baths find this nickname quite fitting. In summary, it is very similar to the origin of the nickname "Pan Luer".

Since everyone had left, Pan Xiaoxian staggered over to lock the door from the inside, and then picked up the makeup mirror of the dormitory's "second most attractive" tire.

Wait a moment! It seems that something is not quite right

"Pan Luer, you should take a good rest in the dormitory; health is the foundation of gaming." Daitou patted Pan Xiaoxian on the shoulder, causing Pan Xiaoxian to sway back and forth, completely losing his sense of balance: "We are young, we are not afraid; a good night's sleep makes us strong again!"

Pan Xiaoxian instinctively rubbed the dark blue veins with her stiff fingers, but she mismanaged the force and unexpectedly rubbed off a patch of flesh

"Really, no, it is..." Pan Xiaoxian was anxious, raising his head to defend himself. He had already made a great effort to quicken his speech, which sounded as if he were speaking word by word. Pan Xiaoxian thought this was not bad, as it made his speech seem powerful. However, upon seeing his face, Lun Tai, Da Tou, and Jian Ren were all stunned.

"What the hell, Pan Luer, why are you so weak?" Gao Dazhuang quickly supported Pan Xiaoxian's shoulders, his expression strange as he scrutinized Pan Xiaoxian: "You little brat, you didn't stay up all night playing until just now, did you?"

These three girls... Pan Xiaoxian is also quite tipsy, but in fact, their relationship in the dormitory is quite harmonious. Although they often tease and make fun of each other, the two months of living and eating together have forged a deep bond between them

He hurriedly wanted to remove that piece of flesh again, but to his surprise, the area he touched turned out to be smooth.

Pan Xiaoxian, who had not noticed this point, breathed a sigh of relief—this underscores the importance of developing the good habit of closing the door behind oneself. If one does not close the door, it is certain that one would have faced a spectacular failure again

Pan Xiaoxian slowly lifted her stiff fingers to brush aside her bangs, instantly creating a slow-motion visual effect reminiscent of a television commercial

At this moment, his tousled bangs fell down at an angle over his forehead, obscuring his eyes, revealing cheeks as pale as paper, complemented by lips that were dark blue, almost black, creating a kind of sickly beauty that evoked a sense of pity in others

Just because of his nickname "Pan Luer", he does not dare to go to public baths, always feeling that he is the center of attention for everyone.

What the hell? Pan Xiaoxian was holding a piece of her own flesh, disheveled in the wind

Have I really been indulging too much lately

Yes, you should rest well in the dormitory. We won't disturb you while you recuperate. The tire pushed Pan Xiaoxian, who was described as having a pale face and being speechless, to his bed: "Sleep well, sleep well. We will bring you breakfast tomorrow morning."

"Alright, alright, no need to explain. Explanation is merely a disguise, and disguise is the truth..." The shameless person said, "Don't worry, brother, we won't mock you. Who doesn't have their own unspeakable secrets?"

What on earth am I doing! Pan Xiaoxian felt that she might truly be suffering from a mental illness; even if she wasn't, she would surely scare herself into one!

Do not be deceived by the tire's plumpness; it is incredibly narcissistic. Every day, it meticulously styles its hair into a perfect middle parting, applying hair wax to ensure not a single strand is out of place before it is willing to step outside. It also confidently mocks others for their unkempt appearance, claiming they lower the average attractiveness in the dormitory.

His name is Huang Jian, and he is nicknamed "Jian Ren". As for this nickname, no one has any objections; it is simply the consensus of the masses.

Pan Xiaoxian was stunned; he sat on the edge of the bed holding a mirror, not knowing how long he had been in a daze. Suddenly, he remembered and took a look at his face in the shattered mirror: this was no longer a human being, it was clearly a zombie commonly found in science fiction movies and novels

Thus, he revealed his pair of elongated Danfeng eyes, with pupils of a strange dark red color, and the whites of his eyes were laced with fine blood vessels resembling a spider's web. Coupled with the thick dark circles surrounding his eyes, this added a pronounced aura of enchantment and sinister charm to him

If the rigidity of the body, the slowness of movement, the dullness of reaction, the clumsiness of speech, and the rigidity of thought can all be explained as illness, then how should one describe the desire for bloodlust

It is enough to know in your heart; there is no need to speak it out loud! Da Tou slapped the back of the shameless person's head and then, thinking himself quite dignified, comforted Pan Xiao Xian by saying: "Pan Donkey, you should rest. Tomorrow I will bring you a bowl of soft-shelled turtle soup to nourish you."

I... Pan Xiaoxian finally reacted, blaming the three fast-talking girls for his momentary confusion. By the time he figured out what to say, his good friends had already interrupted him.

"Are you still denying it?" The scornful woman pointed at Pan Xiaoxian's face, both exasperated and amused, and said: "Just look at how haggard you are! Those dark circles under your eyes are as black as Gaara's, your eyeballs are as red as a Sharingan, your complexion is as pale as Jiraya's, and your lips are as blue as Blanca's..."

His name is Bianfeng. Although he is tall, big, and strong, he has a small head, which makes him look quite disproportionate. Ironically, his nickname is "Big Head"

Is this really me

Pan Xiaoxian stared blankly at the piece of flesh in her hand, and upon closer inspection, she noticed that the flesh seemed to have sprouted countless translucent little tentacles, which were constantly exploring in all directions, as if searching for something

In fact, you are just delivering a finishing blow, aren't you? Pan Xiaoxian's lips twitched stiffly twice; he no longer had the strength to argue anything.

"What nonsense! Have you all forgotten that Pan Luer went out to work today?" The only chubby person in the dormitory, shaking his ample flesh, winked and leaned on Pan Xiaoxian's shoulder, saying, "It's not that I am criticizing you, my brother, but a little indulgence is enjoyable, excessive indulgence is harmful, and relentless indulgence leads to ruin!"

What surprised Pan Xiaoxian the most was the gaze that involuntarily emerged in his eyes, hollow, indifferent, devoid of any trace of emotion, yet it was clearly not the sentiment he intended to convey

Pan Xiaoxian's hairstyle is a retro asymmetrical punk style, which was once all the rage in the early years of this century, favored by many male celebrities. However, now that we are at the end of the century, this hairstyle has long been out of fashion. Yet, paired with Pan Xiaoxian's stunning looks, it exudes a rebellious and nonchalant charm.

I only rubbed it gently, how could it have fallen off?

Fortunately, after everyone has seen it, they all lower their heads in shame, yet his nickname "Pan Luer" only grows louder and cannot be shaken off at all

Yet he actually reattached the piece of flesh that had fallen off without any conscious thought, purely by instinct. His movements were certainly slow, but his mind was even slower; by the time his brain caught up, the flesh had already been reattached.

The tires, the big head, and the scoundrel have finally left. In order to avoid hurting Pan Xiaoxian's wounded spirit, they held back their laughter until they stepped out of the dormitory door, at which point they could no longer contain themselves and burst into laughter.

Ni Ma ... . ... Pan Xiaoxian instantly lost her balance, as if she were a felled tree trunk, falling straight backward.