{"id":3328,"date":"2026-05-29T22:00:00","date_gmt":"2026-05-29T22:00:00","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/?p=3328"},"modified":"2026-05-10T10:21:36","modified_gmt":"2026-05-10T10:21:36","slug":"hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-51","status":"publish","type":"chapter","link":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/chapter\/hes-pregnant-in-a-supernatural-game-51\/","title":{"rendered":"He’s Pregnant in a Supernatural Game 51"},"content":{"rendered":"

Yuan Yuan looked at the deep pit in the ground, her hands trembling slightly. She saw Qi Yang walking over; his face was calm, showing no trace of fear. Yuan Yuan moved a little closer to him\u2014having him there seemed to make the danger recede somewhat on its own.

Yuan Yuan watched Qi Yang take a numbered ball out of his pocket. It was ball number 15. Doubt stirred in her mind, but she followed Qi Yang\u2019s lead and took the little ball out of her own pocket.

\u201cIs it related to this?\u201d Yuan Yuan asked instinctively.

A few days ago everything was fine, safe and sound. After that sphere appeared last night, Yuan Yuan suddenly felt uneasy deep down. This morning when she saw the grayness outside the window she thought something might go wrong. And indeed, an accident really happened.

Du Yong and the others went out a while ago and still haven’t returned. There are pits on the ground where snowballs struck; these snowballs were thrown in from outside the window, not flying on their own\u2014it’s as if someone outside was heaving them in.

Qi Yang turned to look at Yuan Yuan’s panicked eyes. His tone was calm: “Maybe, but it’s not certain yet. There are people outside the window, and there are spirits\u2014these snowballs were thrown by them. Try not to go near the windows.”

Qi Yang told Yuan Yuan what he’d just seen.

As soon as she heard someone outside, Yuan Yuan’s heart tightened instantly.

Her voice trembled: “They, they’re here?” Yuan Yuan naturally knew this was a world of ghosts and monsters; she’d been safe so far. Now that the monsters had appeared, perhaps because it had been quiet for so long, Yuan Yuan was very surprised at their arrival.

“Mm, not just one, quite a few. Judging by the look of them, they’re not afraid of the cold.” Ghosts and monsters certainly weren’t afraid of cold; their bodies were wrapped in ice and snow. What Qi Yang said afterward didn’t really need to be said.

“I-I know, I won’t go near the window. It’s just… I don’t know about Du Yong and the others… I hope they’ll be okay.” From outside the gymnasium came occasional screams, muffled through the walls, sounding sometimes nearby, sometimes far away.

Yuan Yuan hid in the corner, afraid to move. If she tried to get to the door, the ghosts outside the window would surely see her. If Snowball was thrown in then, it could hit them directly in the head\u2014Yuan Yuan absolutely dared not take that risk.

But staying in this room with its broken window, if ghosts climbed in from outside to attack them, Yuan Yuan couldn’t bear to think about what would happen next.

While Yuan Yuan was thinking about how to safely get out of this arena, Qi Yang, on the other hand, felt no fear.

If Yuan Yuan weren’t here, Qi Yang could have walked out the door by himself; even if he were exposed to the gaze of the ghosts beyond the windows…

He wasn’t afraid either, but with Yuan Yuan there, seeing her made Qi Yang think of Kang Lian from the last round of the game. Of the three people who went together at the end of that round, only he survived, although the deaths of the other two couldn’t reasonably be blamed on him. It wasn’t that he had wanted them dead; rather, Qi Yang still hoped that if there was a chance, he could see them again.

Yuan Yuan and Kang Lian were close; Qi Yang didn’t want to see Yuan Yuan fall down in front of him.

Qi Yang turned and moved toward the window. Seeing him head that way, Yuan Yuan hurriedly called out, asking him not to go over there.

Qi Yang didn’t listen. He walked over, grabbed the curtain, and ran toward the opposite side. The ghosts outside hadn’t expected the curtain to be pulled closed and began tossing snowballs inside; someone who noticed Qi Yang’s silhouette deliberately skewed their aim.

Only half the curtain closed; when the other half was pulled from the opposite side, Qi Yang’s body was exposed, and Yuan Yuan’s heart tightened completely.

But Qi Yang didn’t stop. He rushed to the wall opposite, and instead of immediately pulling the curtain from there, he picked up the snowball on the ground, flung it at the ceiling, and smashed the light tube out.

Yuan Yuan saw this and also picked up a snowball, but her aim and strength weren’t as steady.

All the lights in the room were extinguished by Qi Yang.

The whole room went dark in an instant. After it darkened, Qi Yang drew the remaining half of the curtains, leaving a small gap so a faint light could enter.

Qi Yang said nothing; he made a hand gesture to Yuan Yuan, pointing toward the door.

But when Yuan Yuan was about to leave, Qi Yang seemed to sense something. He told Yuan Yuan to stop, even motioning for her to back into the corner, all the way to the very back.

Yuan Yuan didn’t know why, but she still did as Qi Yang wanted.

Just as she had retreated to the farthest corner, the sound of ping-ponging impacts rang out\u2014countless snowballs flew in through the window, even sending the curtains billowing. Snowballs littered the floor; several had even torn through the curtains and passed through the doorway to hit the area outside.

Staring at the terrifying snowball that had rolled out the door, Yuan Yuan opened her eyes in horror; if she had walked straight over just now, it might have struck the back of her head or her back.

Yuan turned her head to look at Qi Yang on the other side, her eyes full of gratitude and relief, thinking that if it hadn’t been for Qi Yang, she didn’t know how many times she would have died in the game.

Fortunately, Qi Yang didn’t think she was a useless burden.

The snowball fight went on for a while; some even splashed at Yuan Yuan’s feet. She dodged, and after an unknown amount of time, the floor was littered with fallen snowballs and the curtains were ragged from being hit. The cold wind outside, wrapped in snow,

lifted and swirled, making Yuan Yuan shiver uncontrollably from the cold.

Qi Yang wasn’t dressed much either; the gusts pierced him, making him feel chilled to the bone.

The snowballs outside seemed to have stopped being thrown, and Qi Yang buttoned up all his clothes, barely keeping a bit warmer.

Qi Yang pointed to himself and then to the doorway, indicating he would go first. Yuan Yuan naturally wouldn’t contest this with Qi Yang; she nodded vigorously and let him go ahead.

Qi Yang walked along the wall as if cautiously stepping, but in truth he wasn’t cautious at all.

He reached the door safely. Qi Yang looked out the window and saw another ghost standing in the snow; the figure had clearly noticed him. This ghost gave Qi Yang a strange feeling, as if it were different from the previous wave.

Just as Qi Yang was puzzled, the ghost outside raised its arm and two snowballs cut through the air in quick succession, moving so fast it seemed Qi Yang had no chance to dodge.

Only those two snowballs, carrying a cutting chill, failed to hit Qi Yang; as they were about to strike him they instead smashed into someone else.

It was what had happened earlier when they went out to Nansheng: Nansheng caught those two snowballs with his back and at the same time held Qi Yang protectively in his arms.

Qi Yang heard two muffled cracks, like the sounds of bones breaking.

But at Nan Sheng’s place, let alone a pained expression, he didn’t even furrow his brows.

Everything happened too quickly; Yuan Yuan and Du Yong, who had rushed over later, didn’t even see clearly what had happened. Yuan Yuan heard the sound, but didn’t know it was the snowball striking Nan Sheng’s back.

Nan Sheng and Qi Yang’s eyes met in the dimness. Qi Yang pulled away the hand Nan Sheng had placed protectively over his body and turned to look out the window; the snow-covered specter had gone.

Qi Yang wondered inwardly whether the ghost had done this on purpose or for some other reason.

If it was the former, then there was absolutely no need\u2014whether Nan Sheng had shown up in time to save him or not, he would no longer feel any gratitude toward Nan Sheng.

A person who can’t die \u2014 or rather, a ghost \u2014 came to deceive Qi Yang. That Qi Yang didn’t beat the other’s head in is already counted as his mercy.<\/p>","protected":false},"parent":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","template":"","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"site-sidebar-layout":"default","site-content-layout":"","ast-site-content-layout":"default","site-content-style":"default","site-sidebar-style":"default","ast-global-header-display":"","ast-banner-title-visibility":"","ast-main-header-display":"","ast-hfb-above-header-display":"","ast-hfb-below-header-display":"","ast-hfb-mobile-header-display":"","site-post-title":"","ast-breadcrumbs-content":"","ast-featured-img":"","footer-sml-layout":"","ast-disable-related-posts":"","theme-transparent-header-meta":"","adv-header-id-meta":"","stick-header-meta":"","header-above-stick-meta":"","header-main-stick-meta":"","header-below-stick-meta":"","astra-migrate-meta-layouts":"default","ast-page-background-enabled":"default","ast-page-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-5)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}},"ast-content-background-meta":{"desktop":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"tablet":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""},"mobile":{"background-color":"var(--ast-global-color-4)","background-image":"","background-repeat":"repeat","background-position":"center center","background-size":"auto","background-attachment":"scroll","background-type":"","background-media":"","overlay-type":"","overlay-color":"","overlay-opacity":"","overlay-gradient":""}}},"novel":[],"class_list":["post-3328","chapter","type-chapter","status-publish","hentry"],"acf":[],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3328","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/chapter"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=3328"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3328\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":3329,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/chapter\/3328\/revisions\/3329"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=3328"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"novel","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/velvetink.xyz\/es\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/novel?post=3328"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}