Chapter 32: You Hurt Me

Xia Yu had recovered physically and looked wearily at Mo Yidong, who was taller and sturdier than him.

He felt like the one cornered in a cluttered storage room, being bullied by Mo Yidong.

However, judging from the anxious expression on Mo Yidong’s face, it was clear that Xia Yu was actually the one bullying him.

“If you want to feed on blood in the future, just tell me. Don’t go outside to feed.”

“I won’t, and I won’t feed outside either.”

Xia Yu shook his head.

After this experience, he realized the addiction was too strong; he absolutely couldn’t touch it.

“If you want, I can provide you with blood.”

“I’m not some animal, and you’re not a keeper.”

Xia Yu hurriedly swallowed, trying hard to block out Mo Yidong’s scent.

The smell of Mo Yidong’s blood was especially pleasant.

Xia Yu had smelled many kinds of blood, but only Mo Yidong’s was uniquely distinctive.

He guessed that Mo Yidong must have a healthy diet and good maintenance to have such delicious blood.

Xia Yu didn’t know what race Mo Yidong belonged to, nor had he ever heard him mention it.

Mo Yidong’s appearance didn’t reveal any racial traits either, and Xia Yu didn’t feel comfortable asking.

Many races used inhibitors and their own powerful abilities to hide their identities, so Xia Yu was left guessing which race Mo Yidong belonged to.

“Mm, for now, there’s nothing else to mention. There’s a lot of dust here; let’s go back.”

Xia Yu’s intentions were easy to understand.

The Blood Clan’s craving for blood—Mo Yidong seemed to have found a way to help Xia Yu temporarily take on Blood Clan traits.

Given the number of short-term transformations over the past few days, Mo Yidong guessed the medicine Xia Yu took wouldn’t last much longer.

Mo Yidong sighed.

So, looking at things now, it was clear who really needed to be dealt with.

“Let’s head back to the classroom first. I have gauze and medical alcohol in my bag to help treat you.”

After all, Xia Yu was partly responsible for Mo Yidong’s injury—fifty percent.

“Is your bag a medical kit? How do you have everything?”

The two of them returned to the empty classroom.

Mo Yidong sat down and laid his arm flat on the desk, waiting for Xia Yu to take out the gauze and medical alcohol to disinfect and bandage it.

“The school infirmary isn’t open every day. Many times, minor injuries you can just handle yourself.”

Mo Yidong noticed Xia Yu’s hands were quite skilled.

“Did you treat yourself when you were at your worst?”

“Yeah, going to the hospital costs too much.”

Mo Yidong raised his brows, somewhat surprised to see Xia Yu so calm, as if he was used to small injuries.

“You know my identity, it just healed on its own.”

To Xia Yu, the Blood Clan was convenient in this way—external wounds and internal damage could naturally repair themselves.

Being unkillable was a kind of ability.

Mo Yidong felt a tug at his heart upon hearing this.

He was different from Xia Yu, having grown up cared for by his family.

If Xia Yu’s path was full of bumps and potholes, Mo Yidong’s was smooth, without even touching a stone.

As Mo Yidong rifled through Xia Yu’s bag, he noticed the textbooks were nearly new, barely opened, and probably without any notes.

Curious, he asked,

“What do you plan to do after graduation?”

“I want to make more money, buy better medicine to suppress the changes in my body.”

“Will you graduate smoothly?”

Mo Yidong’s question struck a nerve.

Xia Yu smiled awkwardly.

“I’ll try.”

“Why do you sleep in class? Don’t understand or not interested?”

“Both.”

Xia Yu said this and noticed Mo Yidong’s thoughtful look, as if he saw someone who studied seriously every day.

Teacher Qiu hadn’t introduced Mo Yidong’s grades before transferring, but it was obvious that Teacher Qiu valued him highly.

“You’re always clinging to your textbooks so seriously. Come on, how are your grades?”

“About top ten.”

“Top ten in the class?”

“Top ten in the city.”

Besides Zhang Wenshan, no one else knew Mo Yidong’s level.

“Top ten in the city and in our class? Crazy, or did they accidentally assign you to the wrong class?”

“Maybe it was a fluke.”

If he hadn’t come to this class, Mo Yidong might never have met Xia Yu.

If they weren’t deskmates, none of this would have happened.

After Mo Yidong finished, he looked up and saw Xia Yu’s shocked and surprised expression.

Anyone would look like that hearing this, which was why he told Teacher Qiu not to mention it.

“I can tutor you. Whatever subject you’re weak in, I’ll help.”

“Forget it, I’m bad at everything.”

Mo Yidong raised his brows, recalling how Xia Yu didn’t speak honestly last time, and wanted to confirm again:

“Are you really last in the exams?”

“Really.”

“Amazing.”

“What’s so amazing about that?”

“Even if you guessed randomly, you’d get a few right. How can your luck be that bad?”

At this moment, Xia Yu really wanted to use gauze to shut Mo Yidong’s mouth, accidentally wrapping it a bit too tight.

Seeing Mo Yidong frown,

“You hurt me.”

“If it hurts, then shut your mouth.”

Even saying that, Mo Yidong’s mouth was relentless.

“What were you so mad about in the classroom just now?”

Mentioning this made Xia Yu feel bad.

He put everything back in his bag, still wearing an unhappy expression.

“You said I was lacking a little brother.”

Mo Yidong was stunned for a few seconds, then suddenly thought maybe his little brother would leave him soon, which made him angry.

“I’m sincerely asking if you’re lacking, not what you think.”

In a short time, the two talked a lot, like old friends catching up after years apart.

In the past, Mo Yidong had always thought about his first love girl.

Suddenly seeing Xia Yu confess to him honestly was quite a blow.

But at least that person was safe.

Now, in this state, it was pretty good.

After so many years, Mo Yidong had finally given himself some closure.

Tomorrow’s class was Practical Exercise, with students from three classes participating.

The selected classes would take the School Bus to the back mountain of the school, where different simulation training fields were set up.

To help students understand and master their race’s characteristics, and prepare for possible attacks from foreign villainous forces, the school designed various training projects to improve students’ skills.

The Practical Exercise lasted two days, after which it would be the weekend.

This time, the randomly selected classes were Class One, Class Three, Class Five, and Class Seven.

Class One and Class Three were Elite Classes, training on one field.

Class Five and Class Seven were regular classes, training on another field.

The Dormitory Building housed four classes: regular classes on the first and second floors, Elite Classes on the third and fourth floors.

As the bus arrived at the joint training Dormitory Building, Teacher Qiu began arranging dormitories.

Each dorm was shared by two students.

Because Class Three had added two new students, one student would have a single room.

After getting off the bus, Mo Yidong carried his messenger bag, saw Teacher Qiu starting the dorm assignments, and walked over to Zhang Wenshan first, patting his shoulder.

“Zhang Wenshan.”

Zhang Wenshan was chatting with other classmates.

Seeing Mo Yidong wanting to speak privately, he turned and walked over.

“Your family is planning to build a Hot Spring Resort in Xuanwu, right?”

“Yeah, why?”

Zhang Wenshan was curious why Mo Yidong suddenly brought it up.

His mind raced, eyes lighting up excitedly.

“You’re finally willing to help my family find a hot spring?”

Zhang Wenshan was thrilled since he had asked Mo Yidong several times before and was always rejected with excuses.

Zhang Wenshan noticed Mo Yidong standing calmly, eyes staring straight ahead as if looking at someone.

“The condition is that you persuade someone to swap dorm rooms with you.”