Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss

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There was only one asphalt road running through the town, which was exceptionally straight, as if someone had intentionally paved it that way.

The flow of time in the dream was very strange.
He walked on this strange avenue and observed the surrounding scene aimlessly.

He felt like he’d walked for countless years, but he actually didn’t even get out of the small town.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!

A scream cut through the silence of the blood-red sky.

Zhou Yu got a little irritated from the sound in his eardrums.
He closed his eyes until the unbearable shrillness eased over a short while.

Who is it?

Why would there be such a noisy person in his dream?

Zhou Yu opened his eyes, and the scene had changed.

He was inside of a dilapidated and abandoned factory.

There were bloodstains everywhere in the rusty iron corridor.

Scarlet, bloody footprints stretched from the corridor in front of Zhou Yu to the corners in the distance.

He followed those footprints to a furnace.

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A huge metal pot was filled with red-hot iron sludge.
Zhou Yu stood on a steel bridge above the furnace, looking down at those burning hot flames.
Even his black hair was pushed back against his face from the heatwaves, curling up into spirals. 

“Let me go! Please! Ahhh!” The screams rang out again, and the pain and pleading notes they contained made people feel extremely miserable.

“Jiejiejie~, seriously, dear Paul, you are suited to practicing tenor, what a standard scream, listen, it’s so pitiful, oh, I really want to sympathize with you, really!” Another hoarse and low voice rose, sounding extremely malicious.

“However, you shouldn’t have hurt him, you damn son-of-bitch Paul!” The hoarse voice, which seemed to have been full of fake cheer, became deeper, the speaker’s anger no doubt revealed.

“Now, take a hot bath, oh, bathe well, and maybe I’ll forgive you, ne, jiejiejie!” The man’s voice once again became full of malicious delight.

The scorched man clasped the human’s neck with sharp claws, hanging him over the boiling pot below, and gazing at him screaming for mercy.

“No, no, no! Don’t throw me down, I beg you, ahhh-” Paul, who was strong and tall, was easily grasped by the unknown man and hung from his neck.

He struggled and kicked with his legs, trying to escape his fate of being thrown into the sea of molten metal below.

But unfortunately, demons never had extra sympathy for others.

His screams soon disappeared inside a broth of red-hot iron.

Ding— a smattering of noise in this empty factory was very harsh on the ears.

It turned out that Zhou Yu had accidentally knocked a broken iron block and kicked it into the furnace below.

The man in an ill-fitting school uniform turned his head in an instant, and the figure of a dark-haired boy entered his field of vision.

The young man’s emerald green eyes stared straight at him, his pale cheeks a little ruddy from the flames light.

The boy looked at his face, and tilted his head in doubt, his red, plump lips twitching slightly, before he murmured, “Morris?”

“No, it’s not!” The man’s scarred face disappeared instantly, leaving him at a complete loss.

“I don’t know who you’re talking about!”

*

Riiinngggg — the alarm went off.

Zhou Yu opened his eyes and saw a familiar ceiling in a certain room.

He’d woken up.

Sitting on the bed, Zhou Yu looked at the sky that still wasn’t bright enough to penetrate the window yet.
There was some cold sweat on his pale face, and his hair was matted on his forehead, showing a slightly fragile appearance.

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Was everything just a dream?

*

In the morning, the cold, misty air hadn’t yet dissipated, and some students started to step into the school one after another.

“Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!” The screams cut through the sky.

Some people found the famous football player Paul wielding a knife in school, screaming madly that the gods were dead, and that the devil had been resurrected.

In this town with a strong religious atmosphere, any disrespectful words to the gods could only be said in private, otherwise you’d be treated as a psycho, then be caught and sent to an asylum.

The whistle of a police car sounded, and Paul, who was completely crazy, was soon shoved into the car.

Next, after the interrogation, they would send this blasphemous lunatic who also randomly attacked people to the asylum for rehabilitation.

Zhou Yu stood on the side of the road, watching the police car drive away from the school gate, the expression in his eyes stirring slightly.

He remembered the dream from last night, the guy who kept screaming above the furnace.

However, that was just a dream.
What did it have to do with these occurrences?

Zhou Yu turned around and walked into the campus.

The first class was English.
The bell rang, but the teacher still wasn’t at the podium.

The classroom was really noisy.
It was clear that news of Paul’s arrest this morning had spread all over the campus, and the bored students finally had more to gossip about.

“Hey, have you heard about Paul?”

“Of course, what’s wrong with it, that guy’s been unpleasant for a while now, he must’ve finally gone crazy!”

“No, no, I have inside information.
He was said to be possessed by the devil!”

“Being possessed by the devil? Who told you that crap?”

“Hey, don’t you know, I have an aunt who’s in a holy sect…”

Squeak— the classroom door opened and the old-fashioned English teacher came in.

The classroom quieted down for a moment.
Zhou Yu glanced over at the two classmates who were chatting with each other with indifferent eyes.

Holy sect?

“Class, we have a new transfer student in our period from today on.
Introduce yourself!” The English teacher looked back at the female student who followed her in.

“Hello everyone, my name is Karina, I transferred from Kandi City, and I hope I can get along with everyone!” The girl with long blond hair smiled, and her beautiful face that carried a sense of heroic spirit was very attractive.