What a thrilling horror feast

After the lunch break, Ye Shuang stayed in the shop to help make lemon tea. Wearing an apron, he skillfully muddled the fragrant lemons with a pestle. Once the aroma was released, he added tea and syrup—this was how a standard "Duck Shit Aroma" lemon tea was made.

Since it was summer, drinks like lemon tea were selling quite well.

"So many people came," Tang Keke noticed that a lot of customers had arrived, most of them drawn by Ye Shuang, calling him "Doctor Brother" in sweet voices.

These were regulars at the school clinic—literally, guests. Most of them weren’t actually sick; they just came to Ye Shuang for "psychological counseling," which mostly involved chatting. Even Ye Shuang himself didn’t realize that he had gained a small but devoted group of admirers at Yinshan Academy.

"I want lemon tea made by Doctor Ye himself—two cups, please~ One for me and one for my brother."

"Did Doctor Brother squeeze all the juice out of these lemons? Just like me, how annoying~"

"Brother, stop muddling the lemons—muddle me instead."

Hearing the high-pitched, coquettish voices of these senior girls, Zhixia and the others exchanged puzzled glances. Why were these customers acting so strange?

But business was business, so Zhixia and the others packed up all the lemon tea Ye Shuang had prepared and handed it to the customers.

"Thank you, come again!"

Soon, the afternoon supplies ran out, making their stall one of the first to sell out.

"That was fast. We made so much money," Zhixia counted the day’s earnings and found they had made over a thousand yuan. After deducting material and stall fees, the profit was around six or seven hundred.

"Is setting up a stall really this profitable?" Tang Keke was surprised they could earn six or seven hundred. "What a waste—if we’d prepared more materials, we could’ve made over two thousand!"

"Money-grubber," Ye Shuang chuckled as he rinsed his hands after making the lemon tea. "This is just club funds. Have fun with it—don’t take making money too seriously. The harder you chase it, the harder it is to get."

After saying that, he checked his phone. It was almost time for school to end.

"We haven’t even visited the classrooms yet. I heard some classes set up super scary haunted houses!" Tang Keke suddenly clung to Bai Yuyou’s arm. "Yuyou, Yuyou, let’s go to the haunted house!"

"Haunted house…" Bai Yuyou didn’t refuse when Tang Keke suggested it.

"Go ahead, have fun," Ye Shuang said with a smile when he noticed the girl’s gaze on him.

But Bai Yuyou tugged at his sleeve. "Ye Shuang… come too."

"Me too?" Ye Shuang glanced at the stall—there were still a few things to clean up.

Zhixia immediately stepped forward with a smile. "Teacher Ye, we’ll take care of the cleanup."

Since Zhixia had offered, Ye Shuang agreed.

Leading the two girls, Ye Shuang followed them into the school building. Even in the afternoon, the place was packed. The class activities were diverse, offering everything from games to food and performances.

Aside from visiting students and outsiders, there were also security guards and disciplinary committee members patrolling the area. The school had clearly put a lot of effort into organizing the event—after all, it was the school’s anniversary celebration, almost like a birthday.

In the hallway, students were enthusiastically promoting their class activities:

"Hey, classmates! Check out our bunny girl café—featuring 6-foot-tall hunks in bunny suits!"

"Maid café, maid café! Don’t miss our homeroom teacher in a bald maid outfit!"

"Land swimmer—experience the joy of swimming without water!"

"Stage play! 'Romeo vs. Juliet'—blood-pumping action, every strike lands!"

...

Many students stood at their classroom doors, calling out to passersby. Ye Shuang soon spotted Class 3-A, where Bai Yuyou and the others were. Their class had set up a movie screening—basically a free mini-cinema.

The classroom was pitch black, with only a few people scattered among the neatly arranged desks and chairs.

Since everyone’s time was precious, most visitors preferred to explore other fun activities rather than sit through a movie.

"Hello, interested in watching a movie?" a voice asked from beside them.

Ye Shuang turned and saw Luo Che holding flyers.

Only then did Luo Che realize he had stopped Ye Shuang, Bai Yuyou, and the others.

Luo Che: "..."

Without a word, Luo Che awkwardly walked away.

"What’s his deal?" Tang Keke muttered.

After the incident where he had snitched, Tang Keke’s impression of Luo Che had soured.

Ye Shuang just smiled and didn’t comment. Since being lectured by him last time, Luo Che seemed to have stopped bothering Bai Yuyou.

"The haunted house is here!"

Tang Keke quickly found the haunted house classroom. A wooden sign at the entrance read "SUPER TERRIFYING!" in dripping red paint, as if splashed with blood.

"O-oh no, this looks scary…" Tang Keke, a natural coward, clung tightly to Bai Yuyou’s arm despite wanting to go in.

At 2 yuan per person, Ye Shuang paid, and the three of them entered.

Inside was dimly lit, with students in ghost costumes occasionally jumping out for jump scares. Given the limited space in a classroom, the setup was small.

To be honest, it was nowhere near as terrifying as the horror hospital at the Pokémon-themed amusement park they’d visited before.

"Boo!" A "ghost" suddenly leaped up.

"KYAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Tang Keke’s entire body broke out in goosebumps as she shrieked and clung to Bai Yuyou’s arm.

Meanwhile, Bai Yuyou stared blankly at the "ghost," her expression unchanging—a stark contrast to Tang Keke’s hysterics.

The walkthrough didn’t take long, but Tang Keke’s screams could be heard all the way out in the hallway.

"Damn, is it really that scary?" some visitors outside wondered aloud.

...

About a minute later, the three of them emerged. Ye Shuang hadn’t been scared, and Bai Yuyou didn’t seem to understand the concept of fear. Tang Keke, however, looked like a limp noodle, completely drained.

"That was terrifying…"

"What an exhilarating horror experience."

Ye Shuang: "..."

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Ye Shuang glanced back at the "ghost" student, who was still wearing flip-flops—hardly the stuff of nightmares.