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Liu Xuanzhu saw Ling Xing jump down and followed suit, but unexpectedly, his leg cramped as he leaped, causing him to fall directly to the ground. He landed right into a pair of cotton slippers that were conveniently placed on the floor.
Climbing out of the slippers, Liu Xuanzhu accidentally stepped on the smooth back of one, causing him to slip and roll under the table. The space beneath the table was cluttered with books, and as he stood up, he bumped into a book cover, which led to an unfortunate strain on his eyelid. He tilted back and ended up wedged between the pages of a book.
He tried several times but couldn't get up! Frustration welled within him. "Xing!" he shouted.
Ling Xing perked up his ears; he could hear Liu Xuanzhu's voice but couldn't determine where it was coming from. After their bodies had shrunk, the sounds they made had also diminished, and Liu Xuanzhu's voice was barely louder than a mosquito's buzz.
"Dai Zi, where did you run off to?" Ling Xing turned around to look but found no one.
"I'm under the table!" came Liu Xuanzhu's muffled reply.
"Where?" Ling Xing called out loudly.
Yan Qing, who was closer to the table, asked uncertainly, "Under the table?"
"Yes!"
Yan Qing glanced under the table, where dozens of books were stacked. Liu Xuanzhu was too small and the area was dimly lit, so Yan Qing couldn't see him.
Tan Ming approached and asked Yan Qing to step aside a bit. He began moving all the books out from under the table until he finally uncovered Liu Xuanzhu.
One of Liu Xuanzhu's feet had twisted; he could only hop on one foot. Tan Ming lifted him onto the table.
Worried about him, Ling Xing also climbed up. Yan Qing helped lift Ling Xing onto the table as well. Once there, Ling Xing examined Liu Xuanzhu's foot and asked, "How are you?"
"I'm fine."
"If you're fine, take a couple of steps so I can see."
Hearing this, Liu Xuanzhu gritted his teeth and limped forward a couple of steps despite the pain in his foot.
Ling Xing watched him struggle to hide his discomfort and felt angry enough to scold him. "Enough! Why are you so foolish?"
Liu Xuanzhu immediately retracted his footstep and flashed a silly smile at him.
Dai Zi let out a quiet sigh.
Whose desk is this? Tan Ming asked.
Mine, Yan Qing replied.
Oh. Tan Ming placed the book back down.
As he moved a stack of books to make space, he noticed a bright red mark on the wall inside the desk.
The area under the desk was a bit dim, and he couldn't see clearly, so he set the books aside, stood up, and moved the desk aside.
Once he cleared the desk, the bright red mark was fully revealed—it was a Blood Red Cross.
Tan Ming's pupils constricted.
The Crimson Cross!
When the system was first activated, he and Yan Qing had come out of their dormitory building looking for food. They were dragged into a small grove by branches, and he picked up a Red Card. What no one knew was that when he took the Red Card out of his pocket under the moonlight, one side of the card also bore a Blood Red Cross!
What’s wrong? Yan Qing noticed something was off with Tan Ming's expression.
Tan Ming pointed at the mark on the wall. This has always been here?
Yan Qing thought for a moment and replied, It was there since freshman year.
He had never considered it significant, just something drawn by bored seniors from previous years.
Yan Qing didn’t think there was anything unusual about this mark either because during school, he had seen many classmates draw brands and totems on desks or walls.
However, it seemed like it wasn’t this red before! Yan Qing said after examining it closely.
He voiced his confusion; while the previous marks were red, they looked somewhat dry and old, clearly painted long ago. The current mark appeared as if it had been freshly painted over, blood-red and vibrant, as if it had only recently been added.
Tan Ming’s gaze sharpened as he said seriously, The Crimson Cross represents redemption; its appearance is no coincidence!
He tightened his grip around the card in his pocket—Shiguang Su!
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