Chapter 4Suddenly Invisible in My Dorm

For the next few days, even though I was exhausted physically and mentally, I forced myself to wake up on time, obey school rules, and do volunteer work after class. I did 4 hours of volunteer work every day. Finally, after 5 days, I successfully added 40 credits, currently at 48 credits.

Just 2 more credits and I'd be back to the initial credit score.

Since I only needed to do 1 hour of volunteer work today, I came a bit later.

On the 6th day coming to this lawn, it was still the same - cleared the day before, restored to its original state today.

I couldn't help but wonder about the meaning of this cleaning activity. But it didn't matter, as long as I could add credits.

In the evening, I returned to the dorm at 9 pm. My credits were now back to the initial 50 points.

I was ecstatic because Samantha could now see me normally and hear me speak. Everything of mine was restored to its original state.

My name on the nameplate at the dorm door was also restored. Samantha's name and mine were on the left and right of the nameplate. Suddenly I thought of something and asked Samantha confusedly, "Samantha, is our dorm a two-person room?"

"Hasn't it always been? We're almost done with sophomore year and you're still asking?" she replied.

My head hurt for a moment, then I nodded in affirmation.

Yes, it's always been two people. I don't know why I just asked that.

Oh right, there's something more important!

I took out my phone and called the police, reporting the school's address.

But they said there was no such school and warned me not to interfere with their work.

What!? Why can't the school be found outside?

I tried to secretly climb over the school wall to escape, but it was useless.

The school wall seemed ten stories high, impossible to climb over.

I walked to the school gate and through the gaps in the iron bars, I saw that the outside was a blur.

The security guards at the gate were tall and strong. Some held chainsaws, some held axes, staring at me with a pair of bloodshot, protruding eyes. I didn't dare to act rashly.

I wanted to ask other students for help, but I found their eyes were all very hollow, completely ignoring me.

At this point, I thought of my roommate and quickly ran back to the dorm.

On the way back to the dorm, I frowned, thinking, I live alone, where did the roommate come from?

I still returned to the dorm. There was only one bunk bed with a desk underneath. I was more certain that only I lived in the dorm.