"Jiang Junjie, what are you doing?"
A hoarse voice came from behind, like the voice of a demon from hell.
Jiang Junjie was scared half to death and cried out, "Ahhh! Who, who?"
His voice woke up the two people next to him.
"Hmm? What's wrong?"
"What happened?"
Yun Ziqi turned over and barely opened his eyes. Ding Cheng also rubbed his eyes and barely opened them a crack.
"Are you up yet?"
Only then did Jiang Junjie finally see clearly who the person who had questioned him was—
"Teacher Xiao, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I disturbed your sleep."
Jiang Junjie quickly put away the scissors and apologized sincerely.
"What are you doing standing in front of the bed with a pair of scissors?"
Since everyone had already been woken up, Xiao He didn't bother to lower his voice and went straight to question them.
His words finally woke up the other two people who were half asleep.
Perhaps because sleeping outside is not as comfortable as sleeping at home, Ding Cheng and Yun Ziqi were so frightened that they sat up after their sluggish brains had just processed the meaning of Xiao He's words.
Ding Cheng looked down and saw that Jiang Junjie seemed to be holding something in his hand. He was so frightened that he stammered, "Brother, brother, I don't think I've offended you, have I? What are you doing?"
Yun Ziqi then reached out and turned on the light on the bedside table.
Now everyone could clearly see that Jiang Junjie was holding a pair of fabric cutters in his hand.
An awkward silence fell over the scene.
"Cough cough cough—"
Yun Ziqi also coughed: "Jiang Junjie, what are you doing?"
Jiang Junjie's face immediately showed a hint of embarrassment. He hurriedly raised the scissors in his hand and explained in a flustered manner, "This, this isn't what you think. I was holding these scissors... uh—"
What could someone be doing standing in the dark by the bed with scissors in hand?
Jiang Junjie himself couldn't come up with a suitable reason.
Ding Cheng had already jumped off the bed and squeezed next to Yun Ziqi and Xiao He, trying to gain a sense of security from them, and pleaded with Jiang Junjie, "Brother, brother, what's wrong? Let's sit down and talk about it, okay? Is there some misunderstanding here—"
This almost scared the pants off someone.
Xiao He also got off the bed, his face showing a warning.
"...Oh dear, you've really misunderstood—"
Faced with the suspicious gazes of the three people, Jiang Junjie's face turned pale and then black. In the end, he couldn't hold back any longer and gritted his teeth to lift ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) the blanket next to him: "Actually... actually, it's because I accidentally got blood on the sheets, and I was afraid you would be scared if you saw it, so I wanted to cut off the bloodstains in this spot."
Then he showed the scissors in his hand: "These scissors are for cutting gauze. There's no danger in them, really."
Everyone's attention immediately shifted to the bloodstain that Jiang Junjie was pointing to.
The location of the bloodstain was strange; it was on the back of the neck, about the size of a palm, and it was indeed very conspicuous.
No wonder Xiao He saw Jiang Junjie holding scissors and gesturing back and forth at Ding Cheng's head; it turned out he wanted to cut off his part of the bed sheet.
This is really weird! Who would stay up in the middle of the night and get up to cut their own blood-stained sheets?
Xiao He stared at the person in front of him, his expression gradually becoming strange.
If he had covered himself with the blanket and done this tomorrow morning, maybe no one would have noticed. But instead, he insisted on getting up and cutting the bedsheets—isn't that just like trying to hide something obvious?
They might have been completely open and honest before, but now, even if there's no problem, it's hard to explain.
Xiao He was speechless. He turned to look at the other two, and sure enough, they were all confused.
"Dude, why are you cutting the sheets so late at night? It's kind of scary. The blood's on them, so what? You can just wash them tomorrow. Why are you ruining them?"
Ding Cheng patted his chest and breathed a huge sigh of relief.
Yun Ziqi stared at the bed sheet, seemingly lost in thought. Only Xiao He frowned slightly and continued to ask, "You injured your back? How come you're bleeding so much?"
Jiang Junjie twitched the corner of his mouth, glanced at Ding Cheng and Yun Ziqi with a slightly scrutinizing look, and reluctantly explained, "I have pimples on my back. I don't know what happened tonight, but something pricked me while I was sleeping, and it bled a lot. I just got up to treat the wound."
"What the heck? What kind of pimple is this that's bleeding so much? It's probably one of those back acne pimples you see online, isn't it?"
Ding Cheng immediately exclaimed, "You're acting so guilty in the middle of the night, could you have some kind of infectious disease?!"
As Ding Cheng spoke, the entire room fell into a sudden, deathly silence.
Jiang Junjie's face turned pale, and he explained anxiously, "I don't have it, really, it's just acne nodules, it's not contagious. I was just afraid you'd misunderstand—"
But the next moment, Yun Ziqi had already grabbed the blanket from the bed, wrapped himself up in it, and then jumped off the bed to keep his distance from Jiang Junjie. Meanwhile, Ding Cheng was screaming and frantically touching his body, checking for any open wounds or Jiang Junjie's blood.
Only Xiao He was calmly putting on his shoes—because he was the furthest away from Jiang Junjie.
Meanwhile, Xiao He was also subtly observing the attitudes and reactions of the people present, feeling that there was something strange about what had happened tonight.
Anyway, I'm destined not to get any sleep.
The scene was chaotic and disorganized.
Ding Cheng, who shared a bed with Jiang Junjie, was trembling with fear and promptly ran out to call for help.
When director Yang Li and several producers got up, their faces were all dark.
However, Jiang Junjie and Ding Cheng were clearly more devastated.
"I already said it's nodular cystic acne, not some kind of unclean or contagious disease! It really isn't! I have proof of treatment!"
Jiang Junjie tried his best to explain, but more and more people gathered around. The thought that his gossip would spread throughout the entire crew tomorrow morning made him furious. He wished he could tear Ding Cheng apart immediately.
"You're not sick, so why are you secretly cutting the bed sheets at night? Aren't you just afraid we'll find out and then destroy the evidence beforehand?!" Ding Cheng retorted, equally exasperated. "You're not going to be holding scissors and ready to kill me, are you?"
"Bullshit! I've never done anything to you, why would I stab you with scissors in the middle of the night? Am I crazy?!"
Jiang Junjie originally didn't want others to make wild guesses, lest his illness become more and more complicated. But now that Ding Chengyi has made a fuss, his actions have become solid evidence of his guilty conscience. Jiang Junjie feels like his head is about to explode.
"Who...who knows if you've heard some rumors from somewhere?"
"...Damn it! I got it! You were the one who did this, weren't you? Damn it, I knew it was one of you pulling strings, trying to steal that role, huh? Damn it, it must have been one of you plotting against me, otherwise why would I be bleeding all of a sudden! If I don't secretly cut it out tonight, you'll still use it as an excuse to spread rumors about me tomorrow—"
"What rubbish! It's none of my business, so don't bite people here!"
"Fuck you—"
"Okay, okay, quiet down, quiet down!"
Director Yang Li tried to calm things down, but his head was throbbing. However, the two men, both in the heat of the moment, were unlikely to calm down.
Thinking about the role he would be competing for, and looking at the guy in front of him who had made such a big fuss about him, Jiang Junjie now really had the urge to stab him with scissors.
Ding Cheng, his face pale, asked Yang Li, "Director, is the road open now? I need to go back, I need to go back to the city center to check!"
As he spoke, he rubbed his arm anxiously while glaring fiercely at Jiang Junjie: "Who knows if this guy has retaliated against me? I slept in the same bed with him all night! And he even bled!"
The thought of contracting a sexually transmitted disease made Ding Cheng feel like the sky was falling.
"Driver! Driver! I need a ride home!"
Jiang Junjie roared in anger, "I need to go back for a checkup too! Right now! If I'm not sick, Ding Cheng, you'd better kneel down and apologize to me!"
"Go to hell!"
"Teacher Jiang, don't act rashly!"
"Teacher Ding, please calm down first—"
Chaos erupted again at the scene.
Yang Li's face darkened considerably. His gaze swept across the chaotic crowd before finally settling on Xiao He, who was watching the drama unfold.
"Xiao He, tell me, what exactly happened tonight!"
Xiao He: Uh...
Can I say that I didn't understand it either?
