Boyfriends Always Turned out to Be a Horror Movie Boss - 69.1
Translated by rabbitrisu
[This was a funeral.
The cemetery was silent. This was the peace of the dead.
The woman in the black dress hid her face and wept. Her son, Fen, had died.
The people attending the funeral were mournful and sat silently in their seats.
Annie looked at the coffin in front of her with an unsettled expression.
Fen had died yesterday, a horrifying death.
It was said that Fen’s head was split in two, a bloody hole was carved into his chest, and his entire bedroom was stained with his blood.
But no one knows who the murderer was.
The coffin was set quietly on the lawn. It was silent in the face of the priest’s eulogy.
Annie’s eyes were unfocused, her face was sunken, her eye bags were dark, and her body was trembling.
Because she knew who killed Fen.
The demon that was sacrificed in the holy fire.1
The funeral ended soon and people left the area with heavy faces. Annie stood up dazedly, still staring at Fen’s coffin.
“What’s wrong with you, Annie?” A girl with chestnut brown hair stepped forward and stabilized Annie’s swaying body.
Annie turned her head; her eyes had become very cloudy.
“Marie, did you see it?” She reached her hand out toward the tightly sealed black coffin.
Marie stared intently. A blood-red handprint appeared on the coffin.
“What? There’s nothing, ah.” Marie turned her head and looked suspiciously at Annie.
Annie’s pupils dilated, as if she was shocked, and her breathing became rapid.]
— From <<Nightmare>>
“I hope to get along with everyone as quickly as possible!” Karina said with a smile. She behaved very pleasantly, and each of her actions was pleasing to the eye.
Many boys in the class couldn’t help but whistle at her in welcome.
After all, in this isolated town, there weren’t too many beauties like Karina.
“Sit there, Karina.” The English teacher, who always had a stern face, couldn’t help becoming infected by the cheerful and beautiful girl, and his expression was much softer.
“Alright! Thank you, teacher!” 2 Karina walked to the window seat with her schoolbag. There was a girl with chestnut brown hair sitting in front of her.
“Hello hello, ah. Karina, my name is Marie~” The girl named Marie smiled, which made her average appearance more attractive. “You’re so beautiful, Karina!”
Karina patted her long blonde hair in embarrassment and smiled: “Thank you, Marie! You’re also very beautiful!”
“Hai hai! Class is beginning, be quiet!” The English teacher cleared his throat and scolded them coldly.
Marie immediately stuck her tongue out playfully and turned back around.
Karina also took her seat, but since she had just moved there after all, she looked around curiously, observing the environment which was completely unlike that of her previous school.
Her attention was caught by a boy with black hair.
In this kind of society where strength and beauty were admired, even teenagers who were just entering puberty would take heed and exercise, so they all looked more or less healthy with tanned skin.
But this black-haired boy was very different.
His skin was a bit more white than hers, as pale as If he had a serious illness. It should have looked unnerving, but his green, half-lidded eyes were stunningly beautiful. His entire face was gorgeous, and Karina couldn’t control her heartbeat.
She had always liked beautiful things, and this kind of boy who was as beautiful as a myth or legend was extremely attractive to her.
Maybe after class she could ask if he had a girlfriend. If so, she could ask what she looked like and if she was pretty.
Karina patted her cheeks and looked at the unnamed boy with blurry eyes. She felt that this transfer was perfect. Today was really her lucky day.
Ling Ling—Class was over. Everyone began packing up their things to leave the classroom, preparing to go to their next class.
Karina was about to approach and chat with the black-haired and green-eyed boy, only to find that he had already left the classroom and disappeared.
Reluctantly, Karina stomped her feet and regretfully waited for the next class.
Zhou Yu walked out of the classroom and went to his locker.
He looked straight ahead, his emerald green eyes dark.
He remembered the sect that a few people were talking about in class just now—the holy sect.
It seemed to be a popular sect in this small town. The faith that his father Eugene followed, the so-called ‘Blessing of the Gods,’ came from this sect.
And Morris’s mother, Emily, a sullen woman, seemed to be a member of the holy sect.
Actually, since the Morris family moved away two weeks ago, he hadn’t seen his mother again.
That was truly abnormal. Morris’s mother, Emily, was a devout worshipper, and it was said that she was a low-level administrator within the sect.
In her opinion, everything within the sect was more important than her son Morris.
That was what Morris often complained about to him.
Even if he was a cheerful teenager, he would still look sad when he mentioned it. It was enough to prove how pious his incompetent mother was to her sect. 3
So how could Emily, who cared so much about the sect, leave the town so suddenly?
Leave behind everything she cared about?
Zhou Yu frowned doubtfully. He absently opened the door to his locker, ready to take out the textbooks he needed for his next class.
But the next moment, Zhou Yu looked at the books inside uncertainly.
Among the neatly arranged books, there was a fresh, dewy rose resting quietly, emitting a floral fragrance.
The flower fit his aesthetic very well, and he liked it very much.
But his locker was locked.
Blinking his eyes, Zhou Yu blankly took a few books from his locker and shut the door again.
Holding the inexplicable rose from his locker in his hand, he walked to the trash can and threw the beautiful rose inside.
Seeing the delicate rose fall into the trash can, Zhou Yu was slightly regretful and sad.
Why would he feel that way?
Zhou Yu couldn’t explain it. He frowned, then turned away and left.
It was just a rose of unknown origins. Why would he feel that way?
In the crowded hallway, the students rushed to their classrooms for lessons.
Nobody noticed the rose that gradually wilted in the trash can.
The speed of its wilting was so fast, as if someone was crushing the rose sadly.
It must be that the flower was ugly. That’s why Zhou Yu didn’t like it.
After a while, a ghostly hand silently appeared, crushing the rose to dust.
The previous translator just dropped this a couple days ago (links on main page), so I’ll be picking it up! This is proj. number 4 and I’m starting back at uni in a week so updates won’t be super fast, but I’ll try for weekly at least 🙂