Chapter 29

Chapter 29

To the utter astonishment of the sunshine alpha, Qiao You completely ignored the junior he used to treat specially, instead forcefully pulling another unfamiliar student into the lounge.

The blond youth merely stated coldly, "Club rules prohibit unauthorized personnel from entering the venue during training. I think the coach should make you run a hundred laps."

The alpha's mouth dropped open into an O shape: *Then what about the person you just brazenly brought into the lounge, huh?!*

Bai Qu looked at Lan Yexing's retreating back, his face a mask of neurotic hatred and bewilderment. He couldn't comprehend it. In Qiao You's eyes, he should have been Lan Yexing, someone with whom Qiao You shared a connection. So why had things taken such a turn?

Qiao You's gaze from moments ago still sent a shiver down his spine...

Why?

It must still be Lan Yexing's fault.

It's always his fault for appearing out of nowhere and ruining his plans.

A thought struck him. He pulled out his phone and dialed the university security office, using his usual condescending, commanding tone: "An unauthorized outsider named Lan Yexing snuck into the school and stole many of my belongings. I want you to call the police immediately and handle it."

A neurotic, malicious smile spread across Bai Qu's face: "He's at Soccer Field No. 1 right now. You have ten minutes to get here. If he gets away, I'll complain directly to the school leaders, mark my words."

The alpha beside him paused upon hearing the call, looking at him with a subtle expression.

Bai Qu noticed the gaze, hung up the phone, and tilted his head, smiling at him: "Senior, do you think what I did was wrong? Our school rules strictly prohibit outsiders from entering during weekdays, don't they? Who knows what bad things a thief like that might do once they've snuck in. I notified the security office for the safety of all teachers and students' property."

The alpha's face still bore a friendly, carefree smile. He rubbed the back of his head, seemingly joking: "Huh? If that little guy is really as you say, then what you did is completely fine. Why would your first reaction be that I'm questioning what you did?"

Only someone with a guilty conscience would react this way.

The alpha was helpless. He was merely curious why Qiao You's likable junior, his friend, seemed like a different person today. He couldn't imagine the polite and handsome kid from before speaking to staff in that tone.

Bai Qu also reacted at this point, trying to explain, "I—"

But the alpha already smiled distantly and forcefully, saying: "Student, please leave our training grounds immediately." Then he shrugged: "Otherwise, if the coach sees you, he won't just talk like me, believe me."

Bai Qu froze. He glared hatefully in the direction of the lounge Lan Yexing had entered, but still turned and left—he was now the lowly "Lan Yexing" and couldn't use the inherent privileges of his original identity, so he couldn't get into a conflict with the coach who had an aristocratic background.

The alpha thoughtfully watched Bai Qu's retreating figure, then glanced at the lounge. The carefree smile on his face quickly turned cold for a moment, as if it were an illusion.

...

In the lounge, Qiao You sat on the sofa, smiling at the young man standing in front of him. He was clearly wearing a school uniform, but the silver student ID card on his chest had inexplicably gone blank.

He was certain he had never seen this student before. In everyone's eyes, the "junior" was supposed to be the one outside.

But...

The moment that idiot appeared in front of him, he immediately knew it was a damn fake.

No reason, his soul and instinct just immediately confirmed it.

If the fake occupied the young man's identity and appeared here, then where was the real young man?

The young man whose face he couldn't even recall?

He had originally planned to take that fake away, extract everything from him, leaving only his conscious mind and vocal cords, and force him to reveal the young man's whereabouts, no matter what.

If he couldn't get an answer, he would simply discard the "extracted" person somewhere, letting them fend for themselves with their organs scattered—he would absolutely not allow such a thing to take the young man's place.

After that, he would find the culprit and settle the score with them.

However, before the hostility in his body fully materialized, a warm and soft hand touched his body. He turned and saw a strange yet intensely heart-stirring face...

He immediately knew that was him...

He could only suppress all the hostility first—no matter what, he had to confirm the young man was okay.

...

His thoughts returned to the present. Qiao You locked Lan Yexing in his net-like gaze, his voice deep and captivating: "Junior, now, you can say what you want to say."

Noticing something, his smile deepened to an almost pathological degree. He tilted his head and said, "Aren't you going to confess, junior? Why are you so far from me?"

Lan Yexing, who had been very nervous since entering the lounge because he didn't know Qiao You's mental power activation mechanism, exclaimed: "!"

It felt too strange and bizarre to suddenly guard against someone very close. Lan Yexing felt his mind was in utter chaos, a complete jumble.

Now, being stared at and questioned by those eyes, he instinctively took another step back, opening his mouth but not knowing what to say.

Looking at such a young man, Qiao You immediately narrowed his eyes. The hand on his knee suddenly clenched into a fist. The knife wound on his palm, which had just healed, immediately bled from the force, and even the veins on the back of his hand faintly bulged dangerously.

His face, however, remained impassive. He just continued to smile at Lan Yexing, his voice hoarse, "You're afraid of me."

Lan Yexing's pupils constricted. He felt as if his heart had been pricked by something, and a strange sourness rushed to his nose. His body almost spoke before his mind, "I'm not!"

After saying that, he came to his senses and paused, then gently sighed. *Forget it, let Qiao You do whatever he wants to him...*

Thinking this, he took a few steps forward and stood by Qiao You's side.

The familiar scent of lime filled his nostrils. Lan Yexing slightly lowered his head, looking at the young man who was meeting his gaze, a soft and beautiful smile appearing on his face.

He carefully chose his words for a not-too-offensive confession, saying, "Senior, I... I've admired you for a long time. You're handsome, capable, and dazzling. Although you seem cold on the surface, you're actually very gentle and kind. So, I like you."

After saying that, he lowered his head, his eyebrows and expression hidden in the shadows. The hand hanging by his side slowly clenched into a fist—he was waiting for Qiao You to activate his mental power.

Qiao You's mental power was very, very powerful: Yuan Ping's ribs, Duan Chen's bleeding from all seven orifices, Qi Zhong's blood almost staining that sea area red...

So... as a "conqueror" now, he would surely be in great pain later...

Lan Yexing held his breath and closed his eyes, waiting for that extreme pain to arrive—

The next moment, a slightly cool large hand enveloped his right hand.

That large hand completely cupped his hand in its palm, patiently smoothing out his curled fingers one by one. Then, the young man's other hand gently stroked the nail marks Lan Yexing had just dug into his palm.

Lan Yexing was startled by this action. Before he could even look up, the blond youth's pleasant voice slowly sounded, "Junior's words are indeed very pleasant."

Qiao You smiled at him: "Do you want a reward?"

Lan Yexing's body stiffened: "...?" *It seemed different from the reaction he had imagined?*

Qiao You again stroked the nail marks in the young man's soft palm, raised an eyebrow, and continued: "If I'm not mistaken, junior, you want to do something to me with mental power, right?"

For him, guessing the young man's thoughts was incredibly simple.

The young man thought he wouldn't recognize him, that he would treat him as a "conqueror" and use mental power on him. His junior wasn't the type to sit back and do nothing, so he probably planned to directly electrocute him.

Until now, he had utterly detested the existence of mental power, and he had never been successfully attacked by anyone's mental power. But if the person using mental power on him was Lan Yexing, experiencing it might actually be...

Lan Yexing, however, inexplicably lowered his eyebrows even further at this moment, completely hiding his expression. He bit his lip, his voice inexplicably hoarse and wronged, "...Not now."

He no longer intended to use mental power on him...

He had clearly walked step by step towards him, prepared to be hurt very, very badly...

He sniffed, gently repeating: "Really not."

Qiao You's pupils constricted, his face a blank canvas of confusion. His ears buzzed, and he felt as if his heart had stopped beating for a moment...

Then, he felt a pain in his heart, a pain he had never experienced in his life, so clear...

...

At this moment, a knock suddenly sounded in the quiet space. The voice of a security staff member rang out from outside the door: "Is student Qiao inside? We received a report from a student that an outsider entered the school, and the reporting student said he's with you right now—"

...

Qiao You, however, completely ignored it.

In the interweaving light and shadow, the blond youth simply stood up in front of the young man.

He slightly lowered his head, expressionlessly gazing at the young man who was so close he could embrace him with just an outstretched arm. His green eyes surged with emotions like an underwater storm.

The tall black shadow possessively covered the young man's entire body.

After a long while.

He took out the blanket that Lan Yexing had used before from his sports bag, and with swift movements, half-draped it over the young man in front of him.

Lan Yexing's head was covered by the blanket, and his upper body was almost entirely enveloped by the warm blanket. The clean lime scent instantly permeated his entire being.

But that beautiful, pale, and slightly dazed face emerged from the blanket, like a small animal.

Lan Yexing took a deep breath, lowered his head, and said: "Thank you, I... I'm fine. I should go, senior."

He wasn't sure why Qiao You was so gentle with a stranger now—perhaps he recognized him, perhaps there was another reason.

But his mind was too chaotic now. He couldn't be caught by the school staff. He had to find a quiet place to hide and calm down, to sort everything out. He also had to find a way to get his identity back...

He also had to find a way to go back to the dorm to get the villa key and settle his cat—now all his property belonged to Bai Qu, and he absolutely couldn't let him touch his cat.

There were many things left to do...

The blond youth quietly watched him. He really wanted to reach out and lift the young man's chin to see his eyes, which were red from grievance, but he ultimately didn't move.

He merely extended his arm, possessively covering the young man's waist through the blanket, and forcefully pulled the young man into his embrace.

Lan Yexing's eyes suddenly widened, and it was as if fireworks exploded in his mind. He completely stiffened in the young man's embrace, unable to move.

The knocking on the door outside continued incessantly, and it seemed someone had already found a spare key.

Qiao You, however, merely extended his other large hand, protectively and forcefully covering the young man's nape through the blanket, pressing him deeper into his embrace.

His broad chest vibrated clearly against the young man's ear due to his deep, slightly hoarse voice: "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said those things to you just now."

Lan Yexing's hand, clutching the young man's clothes, tightened.

The blond youth continued: "You gave my grandfather a spare key before, didn't you? I'll have him take care of your cat."

With that, he held the young man and looked towards the door. A terrifying coldness flickered in his green eyes. He spoke to the young man in his arms with a forceful and undeniable tone: "Now, Xiao Xing, come back to the dorm with me."