Surviving in a School of Ghost Stories

Wang made a face of realization, but it was already too late.

The strength drained completely from his body. It was as if his soul had separated from his body.

I caught the falling man with my own body.

His weight was immense, and we ended up rolling to the floor, with Senior Noah's body on top of mine.

Ugh. He's heavy.

I tried to push him off, but it wasn’t easy. It was at that moment that his shoulder twitched.

I froze in surprise and held my breath.

The man on top of me slowly lifted his head. His face came into view, but the problem was that it was uncomfortably close.

His eyes met mine—they were blue.

A deep, intense blue, like the color of a lake.

Now, I thought I could recognize Senior Noah just by his eyes. It was a relief to know I could still recognize him.

"Melody."