After Transmigrating into a Novel with My Boyfriend, He Turned Out to Be a Native Villain-Chapter 266: Dreaming Back to Shengyi High School

As the scene shifted, Qi Mai and Zhang Can were shown sitting at a table with candles, scraps of paper, and the familiar pencil laid out in front of them.

Watching this scene, Bo Jingmo, standing nearby, furrowed his brows slightly.

He had a nagging feeling… this scene looked very familiar.

Meanwhile, the bullet comments were already flooding in.

【Holy sht holy sht! This is taking me right back to Shengyi High School! Ugh, Qing Li and Bo Jingmo ruined me back then!!】

【Nothing’s the same anymore. There used to be photos of Qing Li and Bo Jingmo on the forums, now no one even mentions them.】

【Crying. As someone who used to ship Bo Jingmo and Qing Li, seeing this is heartbreaking all over again.】

【Honestly, sometimes I wish those NPCs could come back. There was no closure.】

【Yeah, even though they brought in new actors later, everything changed—not just the faces, but the personalities, even the plotlines were totally different. I still prefer Bo Jingmo’s version.】

【Bo Jingmo’s ranking is climbing little by little. But as time goes on, those NPCs who stood by him are just passersby.】

【D*mn, that comment hit me hard. Bo Jingmo, you switch dungeons one after another, but those NPCs only had you!】

Bo Jingmo didn’t know any of this. When he saw Zhang Can begin asking questions, he directly used Black Mist to grasp the pencil and began to move it.

Zhang Can: “……”

You’re not even willing to do it yourself, huh?

But thankfully, the effect was just the same.

The first question Zhang Can asked was: “Bo Jingmo, is that you?”

The pencil tip moved slowly and circled the word “Yes.”

“Was it you in that room earlier too?”

The pencil circled “Yes” again.

Zhang Can swallowed hard.

“Then… did you die of natural causes?”

Bo Jingmo’s eyes flickered slightly, and he gently stopped the pencil on the word “No.”

This question actually touched on a major taboo of the Pen Fairy ritual.

So after answering it, he immediately snapped the pencil in half.

But it was enough—the video had the impact they needed.

As soon as the video was posted, the internet exploded.

[No?? That guy really died??]

[Huh?? Your team’s really going all in?]

[What the hell, I was wondering why he stopped posting videos. Turns out he’s dead??]

But some people were skeptical, thinking it was all for hype.

[Is this real or fake? Don’t tell me you’re faking death for views?]

[People will do anything for clout. It’s disgusting.]

[Where’s the death certificate? You don’t even have that?]

[And why were only Zhang Can and Zhang Can in the video? What about the other four?]

[What does “not natural causes” mean? Are you hinting the other four killed him?]

[So dramatic. The internet is wild.]

[But if this really happened and you’re doing spirit summoning stuff… you’ve got guts, I’ll give you that.]

[Followed. I gotta see how this plays out.]

This video didn’t just boost Zhang Can’s following—

The other four team members also got a bit of a bump in followers.

But the biggest boost went to Bo Jingmo.

Watching his follower count climb, Zhang Can was quietly amazed.

And this was just in the middle of the night. By morning, the numbers would definitely go up even more.

But when it came to the cause of death…

At that thought, Zhang Can glanced sideways. The man next to him was staring at the Pen Fairy props on the table, his long, defined fingers playing with the pencil.

“Bo Jingmo,” he called, “speaking of… do you know who killed you?”

Hearing that, the man paused, then turned to glance over, answering blandly with three words:

“No idea.”

“………”

D*mn, so you just go around killing people like it’s nothing?

Bo Jingmo set down the pencil, his voice steady as ever: “There’s no need to find the killer.”

Digging up the truth wouldn’t do any good—it’d just be a waste of time.

He lifted his eyes and shot Zhang Can a sidelong glance. “All you need to do is hit two hundred thousand followers, right?”

Zhang Can: “……”

Yeah, yeah, he hadn’t forgotten Yu Li.

Qi Mai had been watching the video’s traction the whole time, and suddenly he let out a shout: “Yu Wenlin just messaged me!”

Zhang Can turned to look: “What did he say?”

Qi Mai showed them the chat log.

“He’s asking what the hell we’re doing.”

…

“F*** your ‘what’! That’s what it means!! Damn Qi Mai and Zhang Can! They’re definitely working with Bo Jingmo!!”

In another room, after reading the response, Yu Wenlin furiously threw his phone onto the bed. His face twisted with rage, making his already fierce features look even more menacing.

Those two actually teamed up with a ghost!!

Watching public opinion spiral online, a violent gleam flashed in Yu Wenlin’s eyes.

Zhang Can clearly wanted to push all the blame onto him and wait for Bo Jingmo to come after him.

Heh. But he wasn’t some pushover either.

His phone rang—it was Wei Yangbing calling.

The moment he answered, the boy’s anxious voice came through, “Brother Yu! Did you see the video? Was that really Bo Jingmo we ran into yesterday?”

Yu Wenlin gave a short “Yeah,” then irritably rubbed his brow, unable to hold back a cold laugh.

“If they wanna play separately, then let’s see who wins in the end.”

So what if it was a ghost? As long as he could find a weakness, Bo Jingmo wouldn’t be able to touch him. Every dungeon had a way to be cleared.

His tone grew serious: “You go dig up Bo Jingmo’s identity and find out how he died. I’ll use my connections to find a few masters.”

Although this dungeon had everyone filming videos together, none of them actually knew each other. Their backgrounds were all forum-based acquaintances.

And Yu Wenlin had zero memory of Bo Jingmo’s death, which meant it had nothing to do with him.

So once the real killer was found, the evil spirit would be taken care of.

Wei Yangbing still cared about gaining followers. “What about the video stuff?”

Yu Wenlin’s eyes turned sharp, and he let out a sinister laugh. “The heat’s already coming to us, isn’t it?”

A teammate’s death—this was a ready-made paranormal event.

He ought to thank Zhang Can for handing it to him.

Otherwise, he’d still be scrambling for content.

Wei Yangbing might be useless in other areas, but when it came to gathering info, he was pretty fast. It didn’t take long before he came back with big news.

“Brother Yu!! I found something!!”

On the other end, the boy’s voice was filled with excitement.

“Bo Jingmo had a girlfriend!! And she reached out to us first!!”

Hearing this, even Yu Wenlin couldn’t sit still. His eyes lit up and he shot upright in bed. “Really? What did she say?”

Wei Yangbing answered honestly, “She said she’s coming to see us tomorrow. She even left us her contact info.”

Wasn’t this going a little too smoothly?

Yu Wenlin stayed cautious. He narrowed his eyes. “Are you sure she’s really Bo Jingmo’s girlfriend? What’s her name?”

“She probably is, right? She said she’d show us proof when she comes.”

Wei Yangbing hesitated, “As for her name… I’ll ask now.”

Then he immediately began typing, politely asking her name in the chat.

A moment later, he finally got a reply.

He narrowed his eyes at the computer screen and read out slowly, word by word:

“She said… her name is Yu Li.”

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