Without a doubt, this card was left by that mysterious "junior girl."

And this card was "printed."

In reality, only a few minutes had passed since his "death."

In other words...

That junior who killed him had already predicted he would "revive."

She knew about the existence of the "Death Game" and was certain he would return from it alive.

Thinking back carefully, she casually pulled out a pistol in a country with such good public security just to shoot an ordinary college student like him, and said some strange things...

It was indeed rather "abnormal."

It wasn't surprising that it was connected to something equally "beyond reason" like the "Death Game."

But then...

His original profession and item "advantages" wouldn't be so significant anymore.

After all, the other party at least knew these things existed.

It was even highly possible...

That person had personally participated in the "Death Game" too.

Lin Yu took a deep breath and calmed down again.

"It seems I have no choice but to 'accept the invitation.'"

The second line of text on this card...

Was a "time" and "address."

"Friday 20:00, No. 940 Changming Street, Shangnan District, Jiangcheng"

This was undoubtedly an "invitation" left by his murderer.

As for what would happen after accepting this invitation...

Lin Yu still didn't know.

But other than "accepting the invitation," he seemed to have no other choice.

After all...

Although she was his murderer, she was also the only "connection" Lin Yu currently knew in reality that was related to this game.

However.

Today was Wednesday, and it had just passed "midnight" Wednesday.

In other words, there were still nearly three full days until the "time" on the card!

This time was enough for Lin Yu to do many things.

But the most important thing now was...

"Time to go back to sleep."

Lin Yu walked off the stage, went backstage to change out of his costume, put on his plain black hoodie and sweatpants, shouldered his backpack containing the script, and left the drama club.

There would be rehearsals tomorrow, and the performance was in the evening, so of course he needed proper rest tonight.

Even after experiencing something absurd like the "Death Game," Lin Yu didn't intend to let it disrupt tomorrow's "performance" schedule.

One very important reason he came back alive was to continue "performing"...

If he didn't perform well or live properly because of something like this...

Wouldn't that be putting the cart before the horse?

After locking the drama club's main door, Lin Yu took out his keys and unlocked his bicycle parked outside.

Lin Yu's bicycle was also very plain—an ordinary black mountain bike.

He pushed the bike to the south gate of Jiangcheng Media University, where the security guard smiled and nodded at him, unlocking the small side gate.

"Xiao Lin, practicing alone so late again!"

Lin Yu smiled: "Yeah, uncle, you should rest early too... Oh, by the way, did you see a girl dressed like a Japanese middle school student with two braids?"

He asked tentatively, and after getting a confused head shake from the guard, Lin Yu smiled and nodded slightly again.

"Just asking randomly, thanks uncle."

Lin Yu pushed his bike through the small gate and left the Jiangcheng Media campus.

He rode through Jiangcheng at night.

After two intersections, Lin Yu arrived home—he was a local of Jiangcheng, and since his home wasn't far from the media university, he didn't bother living in the dorms.

Gently pushing open the door, the simple old-style two-bedroom apartment was quite cramped, with the entire place visible from the doorway.

Though old and small, the apartment was warmly decorated with potted plants everywhere, and there was a fish tank on the small coffee table in the living room.

On the flower-patterned tablecloth-covered dining table were two plates of leftovers covered with mesh nets, with the rice cooker still on keep-warm mode.

The photo hanging on the wall was taken just last year—it was shot next to the stone engraved with the university's name at Jiangcheng Media University's entrance, featuring a round-faced young woman who bore 70-80% resemblance to Lin Yu making an exuberant "V" sign with one hand while her other arm wrapped around a shy, restrained-looking Lin Yu standing stiffly with his head slightly lowered.

Lin Yu carefully took off his shoes, unplugged the rice cooker, then carried his slippers back to his bedroom.

After that, he placed his backpack and clothes on the desk nearby and wearily collapsed onto the bed.

"Phew..."

Lying in bed, Lin Yu fell asleep within seconds.

He slept dreamlessly through the night, and at exactly 7 AM the next morning, Lin Yu opened his eyes.

After washing up and leaving his room, he came to the dining table.

Last night's leftovers had now become a new plate of fried rice with leftovers.

Beside the fried rice was a sticky note.

"You skipped dinner again last night—I'll deal with you when you get back tonight!"

The note also had a simple angry face doodled on it.

Lin Yu picked up the note, folded it gently, and tossed it into the wastebasket under the table.

Though he had little appetite, he could feel the intensity behind that doodle, so he obediently sat down and finished the fried rice made with stir-fried green beans with pork and shredded potatoes.

After that, Lin Yu rode his bike back to school.

Though a sophomore, Lin Yu happened to have no classes today.

Coming to school early, he naturally headed straight to the drama club.

And when Lin Yu arrived at the drama club's activity center, an expected person was already standing on the theater stage.

A petite girl in a white T-shirt and baseball cap was holding a script with one hand while resting the other on her hip, pacing back and forth across the stage with a black pen clenched between her teeth.

Hearing Lin Yu's footsteps, the petite girl didn't look up as she spoke in a light tone.

"Oh, my dear 'star performer,' you're early again today... Since the others aren't here yet, find somewhere to run your lines yourself."

This girl who looked no taller than 1.5 meters was named Shen Bingmiao, a third-year student and Lin Yu's senior.

She was also the drama club's president, playwright, and director.

Seeing Shen Bingmiao, Lin Yu thought for a moment before speaking.

"President, I need to ask you for a favor."

Hearing this, Shen Bingmiao looked up with a strange expression.

She flicked her cap's brim and said: "Now this is odd—you actually asking me for help... What is it, my dear 'ace'?"

"I need to find someone—she might be a freshman junior."

Lin Yu chose his words carefully.

Shen Bingmiao raised an eyebrow: "Shouldn't you post that on the confession wall?"

"No, first I need results quickly, and second, I suspect she might not even be from our school," Lin Yu said calmly. "So this isn't something just anyone can handle."

Hearing this, Shen Bingmiao laughed.

"I get what you mean—quite the troublesome request! But I'll help you, since you're my 'ace'!"

Shen Bingmiao spat out the pen she was biting, threw her script to the ground, and hopped down from the stage in two steps.

"Let's go!"

She patted Lin Yu's arm cheerfully.

"Now? What about their rehearsal?"

"They've rehearsed plenty—one last time won't make a difference... To me, the lead actor's condition matters most!"

"So, let's solve your problem first!"