There’s even a function like this? Xie Yun lazily raised an eyebrow in his mind.
System: Yes, Host~ It has been detected that someone is threatening your task. The system will automatically provide assistance.
Does the Host need it?
Xie Yun always felt there was a catch with this thing, but given the critical moment, he went ahead and said yes.
No sooner had the word “yes” echoed in his mind than a youth of similar stature to Cui Yiyang approached from directly in front of Xie Yun.
“Brother?”
Lu Yibing let out a confused sound.
…Why is it him?
As the low, magnetic voice drifted from behind Cui Yiyang’s head, he instinctively turned to look. Xie Yun seized the opportunity, stood on his tiptoes, and snatched the bag from the high point where it was being held.
The transparent plastic bag rustled. With a firm grasp from his flushed knuckles, the item fell back into Xie Yun’s hands.
“Hey, you?”
Cui Yiyang snapped back to his senses, but Xie Yun quickly shoved the item into Lu Yibing’s hands and pushed him to run back. “Go, quickly!”
Watching the two of them hurry away with the bag, Cui Yiyang stood frozen on the spot.
The two of them really don’t show me any respect at all!
Amidst the gusts of the evening wind, after running for a while, they circled back to the teaching building. At eight o’clock in the evening, the Macaroon Task was successfully completed.
Lu Yibing was still bewildered as he lifted the object in his hand. “What is this, Brother?”
The transparent bag was opened, revealing an exquisite gift box inside. Xie Yun’s gaze drifted to the side as he spoke three words nonchalantly: “It’s for you.”
Since it was peak class time, there were only two or three people scattered about the open-air ground floor. Xie Yun added calmly, “Check it later when we get to the classroom.”
After saying that, he hurried ahead, leaving Lu Yibing standing there with a hidden smile playing on his lips.
Ascending the European-style staircase lined with oil paintings, the milky-white moonlight filtered through the stained glass like a veil, looking as ethereal and beautiful as a thin mist. Dust motes danced in the moonlight and air, quiet and serene.
A faint scent of sandalwood wafted from the moon-drenched stairs, smelling very comfortable. The two finally made it back to the classroom.
As expected of a classroom without supervision, it was empty. The empty, cathedral-like room was enveloped by the sandalwood scent from the corridor, also emitting a faint fragrance.
Xie Yun clicked on the warm lights.
“Were you in the classroom by yourself just now?”
Xie Yun walked around the desks and chairs, found his seat, and sat down.
Having watched him walk over the entire time, Lu Yibing followed and hummed a nasal affirmation. “Didn’t you say you were going to the restroom, Brother? I’ve been waiting for you here.”
Xie Yun: ?
“Waiting for that long? Weren’t you afraid I wouldn’t come back?”
Lu Yibing sat down as well, looking at him with a smile. “You wouldn’t stay away, Brother. You would definitely come back to get your backpack.”
Xie Yun: …
“Next time, you can send a message to ask me.”
This kid…
The “kid” in question tilted his head slightly after hearing this, then whispered very softly, “But… Brother, you still haven’t accepted my friend request.”
Xie Yun turned his head again: ?
Oh. He forgot.
Lu Yibing lowered his eyes and murmured another sentence, his gaze drifting. “And I asked you many times before, but you never agreed.”
His voice sounded pitiful, as if the original owner of the body had mistreated him too. Xie Yun was left speechless.
“Fine, I’ll accept it right now.”
To avoid future trouble, Xie Yun pulled out his phone and clicked on the friend request that had been neglected for a long time.
As his long, pale fingers casually gripped the side of the phone, Lu Yibing froze, seemingly not expecting him to be so straightforward this time. However, just as he tapped the phone, rustling sounds echoed from the back door.
“Transfer student.”
Thick eyebrows shot up slightly, and a smile was exceptionally clear in the dark night. “The teacher is looking for you.”
The two sitting side-by-side turned their heads in unison. Before their eyes stood a tall youth leaning against the doorframe with his arms crossed. The ambiguous warm light of the classroom hit him; his legs were positioned casually, his eyes were crinkled with a playful, frivolous smile, and the grin at the corners of his mouth gradually deepened.
Cui Yiyang?
Xie Yun’s brows knit together slightly. He hadn’t expected the other to follow him so relentlessly. With only the two of them in the classroom, it felt like a young couple getting caught on a secret date.
Seeing that the two seated boys didn’t react, Cui Yiyang wasn’t in a hurry. He smiled, and with patient, soft words, he repeated: “Eldest Young Master Xie, I said the teacher is looking for you.”
His voice was so lazy it sounded like it was falling apart. The “Eldest Young Master Xie” finally spoke, his tone flat: “Which teacher?”
“Which one could it be? Teacher Xiaoyu, of course,” the person at the back door replied nonchalantly. “I’m leaving after delivering the message. She’s waiting for you in the office.”
After saying that, he gave the two of them a lukewarm glance and left the doorway.
Why would Teacher Xiaoyu look for him this late?
Xie Yun stood up at Cui Yiyang’s words, but a warm hand once again wrapped around his arm. “Brother, I’ll go with you.”
His gaze drifted down to where the warmth was; a pair of pitch-black pupils was watching him. The black eyes were as calm as water. Lu Yibing looked up with a likeable, youthful face that, under the shroud of the warm light, looked somewhat well-behaved.
Xie Yun gave a slight smile. “It’s just seeing a teacher, I don’t need you to accompany me.”
As he spoke, he quietly moved the other’s hand away.
“But…”
Lu Yibing’s eyebrows drew together slightly in hesitation. Xie Yun knew what he wanted to say and said softly, “Don’t worry, I’ll be back soon.”
After that, he left Lu Yibing behind and walked out of the classroom.
Why did that scene feel like I was leaving my final instructions? Xie Yun thought helplessly.
Locust branches still damp from the daytime rain extended into the corridor. The white marble outdoor balcony was wet, and the spacious, bright hallway was empty. Even at night, birds chirped in a row on the branches.
It was very noisy.
Xie Yun was about to reach the corner. The European-style pole streetlights downstairs emitted a pale, ghastly light. The surroundings were eerily quiet; Xie Yun could even hear his own heart beating strongly in the depths of the night.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
His breathing was also caught in the rhythm.
Just as he was about to step forward, a person suddenly appeared around the corner. Xie Yun reacted in time and quickly pulled back to put distance between them.
After seeing the face: ……Is there no end to this?
The arms that had been reaching out to pull Xie Yun toward him were pulled back and crossed over the chest. Cui Yiyang seemed momentarily stunned by his failure, but quickly regained his composure.
“What exactly do you want?” Xie Yun realized he had been tricked.
With his plan failed, Cui Yiyang leaned against the wall at the corner, laughing lazily. “I just want to make friends with Young Master Xie. Who told you to keep avoiding me?”
Before his eyes, this “Young Master Xie” was wearing the deep blue Field Academy uniform. Under the constraints and outlines of the uniform, his beautiful figure was even more apparent—broad shoulders, but a waist that was a bit thinner than everyone else’s. Moreover, his pair of long legs was particularly eye-catching.
The moonlight, turned into a veil, covered Xie Yun. His snowy skin was enveloped in white light, making him look like a Muse draped in holy light—clean and noble. He was like an inviolable deity emitting a golden radiance.
Yet, the more he seemed beyond reach, the more people thought about how to drag him down from his pedestal. A believer’s gaze traced every inch of the deity’s skin, eyes threatening to devour him whole.
He imagined the other’s beautiful long legs, the moonlight like mist reflecting their snowy whiteness. Xie Yun held his head high, his neck flushed, his breathing deep.
The other’s burning, intense gaze was particularly uncomfortable on Xie Yun. He endured the disgust, took a small step back, and smiled. “I see Great Young Master Cui blocking me time and again; surely it’s not just to make friends?”
His thin, pale red lips parted as the “deity” spoke. It was exactly like the image of someone kneeling before him, tearing up and struggling—extraordinarily tempting.
Cui Yiyang merely lightly moistened his dry lips.
Xie Yun, who saw this and was suppressing his disgust: ……..He’s sick.
“If Young Master Xie doesn’t want to be friends with me, then what do you want to do with me?”
Quickly, Cui Yiyang closed the distance with a few steps, the laughter in his eyes nearly overflowing.
As the other approached, Xie Yun instinctively backed away until his back hit the damp edge of the balcony. An arm braced itself beside him.
Failing to ambush and pin Xie Yun against the wall halfway, he instead trapped him at the balcony.
“What nonsense are you talking about?”
Trapped in a “kabedon” at the balcony after his meaning was twisted, Xie Yun spoke up again.
His soft voice, carrying a cold fragrance, drifted over Cui Yiyang’s face. The latter couldn’t hear clearly what the other was saying; he only felt himself trapped in a vast forest of cedar. Cold icicles seemed to fall from the eaves, their crisp sound making his ears tremble.
His heartbeat was even more chaotic than his ragged breathing.
Thump-thump. Thump-thump.
Cui Yiyang couldn’t resist leaning into that cold scent, getting closer and closer to that cedar forest. His hot, damp breath puffed against Xie Yun’s snowy, frost-covered nose.
Slap!
Someone raised a hand and blocked his large, approaching face.
The “cedar” knit his brows and met his gaze coldly. “Cui Yiyang, are you out of your mind?”
The two were only a hand’s breadth apart. The cold icicles continued to fall, mixed with the fragrance. Cui Yiyang’s eyes were blurred as he stared at the misty, red-tinted corners of Xie Yun’s eyes, as if they were inviting him to continue.
He didn’t realize Xie Yun had already crooked his leg, preparing to resist.
Perhaps due to a reflex from last time, Cui Yiyang snapped out of it immediately and pressed his hand down on the other’s thigh. Pressed by the rough, burning palm, the strength was so great that Xie Yun couldn’t move at all.
[System, help.] He lowered his gaze, speaking very calmly to the “lifeline” in his heart.
[While he’s distracted—slap him.] The system replied coldly.
CRACK!
Xie Yun pushed hard against his shoulder, and after creating some distance, he raised his hand and dealt him a swift slap across the face.
“Try to calm down a little.”
After pushing him away, Xie Yun spoke softly, his brows still knit.
A burning pain, wrapped in fragrance, rapidly spread across Cui Yiyang’s face. He was stunned, finally coming back to his senses.
What did Xie Yun just do?
Cui Yiyang’s brows also knit together. He actually dared to hit me?
Anger burned alongside a sense of pleasure he couldn’t quite detect. Cui Yiyang, overcome with fury, reached out and grabbed Xie Yun, who had just regained his footing.
With a thump, Xie Yun’s body was spun around and he was pressed firmly against the wall once more.
An arm with a faintly bulging vein barred itself over Xie Yun’s head. Cui Yiyang’s words, laced with anger, rained down: “Xie Yun, are you fucking asking for it?”