An Qingyu pressed the flush button.
The fragmented human tissue in the vortex disappeared down the drain.
The Fasting Institute was surrounded by the sea; the only place where he could deal with such matters was the public restroom’s flush area.
“Daring to set your sights on Qiye… you’re asking for death.”
After cleaning the blood off himself, An Qingyu returned to the hospital room.
“Qingyu, why are you back so late?”
Lin Qiye paused mid-page and looked up at An Qingyu as he entered.
An Qingyu smiled and replied casually,
“Oh, had a little thing to take care of, got delayed.”
At this moment, he looked like a refined scholar, gentle as jade, completely devoid of the cold, clinical aura he had earlier while dissecting.
Lin Qiye had asked the question casually; hearing this answer, he simply lowered his head and continued reading.
An Qingyu pulled a chair over and sat beside him.
“Qiye, what are you looking at?”
Lin Qiye slid his notebook a few inches closer to An Qingyu.
“Nothing much, just some medical notes Doctor Li sent over.
Staying in the room is a bit boring, so I thought I’d flip through them.”
An Qingyu glanced at the notebook with some interest.
“Qiye, can I look at it with you?”
Lin Qiye nudged his chair closer.
“Of course.”
He was copying Doctor Li’s notes into his own notebook in his mind, from the hospital office.
After all, Doctor Li had so much handwritten material, and he couldn’t take it with him when he escaped.
He had no choice but to slowly transcribe another copy.
So, Lin Qiye and An Qingyu were closely viewing the same material together.
An Qingyu noticed Lin Qiye’s focused expression from the corner of his eye and lightly curved his lips.
In fact, he could memorize the content at a glance, but he wanted the excuse to be close to Lin Qiye.
He pretended to be looking at the notes, but in reality, he was watching Lin Qiye.
By midnight,
An Qingyu got up to heat a cup of milk.
“Qiye, milk helps with sleep. It’s late tonight, let’s leave the rest for tomorrow.”
Holding a steaming cup of milk in his hands, An Qingyu placed it next to Lin Qiye.
Lin Qiye took the cup. “Thanks.”
An Qingyu, that loyal brother, made it a habit to give him a warm cup of milk every night before bed.
An Qingyu didn’t respond with words. He simply watched calmly as the young man drank the milk, yawned, and lay down on the bed.
Seeing Lin Qiye fall asleep, An Qingyu curved his lips into a faint smile.
“Qiye, I don’t accept verbal thanks.”
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The next day.
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu went to the cafeteria to get their meals.
An Qingyu glanced at the food, no fish.
He let out a barely noticeable sigh of relief.
The two of them found an empty table in a corner and sat facing each other.
An Qingyu watched Lin Qiye lower his head to eat, a trace of a smile flickering in his eyes.
Qiye looked really adorable while eating.
Sensing something, Lin Qiye looked up and met An Qingyu’s gaze.
“Qingyu, aren’t you eating? Why… are you always staring at me?”
A grain of rice stuck to his cheek.
An Qingyu feigned frustration.
“Qiye, I seem to have lost my appetite.”
He rotated his spoon slowly.
“But seeing you eat so well has given me a bit of an appetite too.”
Lin Qiye picked up a piece of cabbage with his chopsticks and put it into An Qingyu’s bowl.
“Fine, so you’re treating me like a food streamer. Just watch me eat, eat more yourself.”
“Alright.” An Qingyu’s eyes curved in a smile as he ate the cabbage in his bowl.
Hmm, the vegetables Qiye had picked for him tasted delicious.
Crash!
The food on the table was suddenly pushed to the ground by a strong force.
Han Jin slammed his palm onto the table, his eyes bloodshot as he glared at An Qingyu and shouted sharply:
“Did you kill Brother Wang?!”
An Qingyu’s eyelashes twitched slightly, looking like an innocent, clueless white rabbit.
“I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
The veins on Han Jin’s forehead bulged.
“Don’t play dumb! Last night someone saw you go into the restroom with Brother Wang, and today he’s gone.
If it wasn’t you, then who else could it be?”
Lin Qiye thought about how late An Qingyu had returned last night. He had a vague suspicion in his heart.
But knowing An Qingyu’s character, he wouldn’t act violently without reason.
In An Qingyu’s eyes, that so-called Brother Wang probably didn’t have any mysterious allure.
In short, Brother Wang wasn’t worth An Qingyu taking apart.
So the likelihood that An Qingyu had acted was very low.
Lin Qiye looked up at Han Jin.
“He was with me yesterday. He had no reason to do anything, you don’t need to ask anymore.”
“Bah,” Han Jin spat to the side. “You two are clearly in cahoots. Covering for each other is perfectly normal.
Brother Wang’s death definitely has something to do with this glasses-wearing brat.”
Han Jin completely ignored Lin Qiye’s words, firmly convinced that An Qingyu was the killer.
A flash of icy killing intent passed through An Qingyu’s eyes.
So annoying.
Interrupting him and Qiye while they were eating.
Had he known, he would have taken care of this guy along with the rest last night.
Han Jin shivered under the weight of An Qingyu’s gaze but managed to compose himself.
“You dare lay hands on my men? You’ll have to pay the price.”
Otherwise, how could he save face?
He had over a hundred men under him, there was no way he couldn’t take down two puny kids.
Within the Fasting Institute, under the effect of the Domain-Suppressing Stele, no one could use forbidden grounds, so he was certain of victory.
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu exchanged a knowing glance.
“Qingyu, just maim them a little, teach them a lesson.”
“Alright, Qiye. I’ll follow your lead.”
The inmates in the cafeteria surged toward the two of them.
An Qingyu sent out threads from his fingertips, and blood immediately sprayed from the bodies of the men he touched.
Lin Qiye casually grabbed a chopstick from a nearby table and recited a line of poetry.
The sword sang as its aura erupted, sending multiple inmates in the cafeteria vomiting blood and collapsing to the ground.
“Qiye, you’re amazing,” An Qingyu said, his eyes full of admiration.
Lin Qiye, a little embarrassed by the praise, replied, “Not really, just standard procedure.”
An Qingyu noticed the fleeting shyness on Lin Qiye’s face and turned slightly, hiding the curve of his lips.
Qiye’s reaction to praise was more interesting than any chemical reaction he had ever seen, it was far more entertaining.
Han Jin lay on the ground in agony, spitting out broken, blood-stained teeth.
These two monsters, no one knew where they had come from, were about to wipe out all of his men.
Realization hit him as he looked up and met An Qingyu’s cold gaze. In an instant, his body felt as if it had fallen into an icy pit.
This boy wanted to kill him.