“This is easy.”
Zhang Wenshan got along so well with his classmates that there was no one he couldn’t handle.
He proudly made a gesture to Mo Yidong.
“Watch this. This is what I call effortless control.”
Mo Yidong told Zhang Wenshan the name, then saw him head straight toward the target.
After chatting for a while, Zhang Wenshan calmly returned to Mo Yidong’s side, his expression unshaken as he told him plainly:
“He won’t switch.”
“Just as I thought. Looks like the hot spring plan’s a dead end.”
Zhang Wenshan patted Mo Yidong’s shoulder, recalling the patient and earnest conversation he had just had, and warned him sincerely:
“You’re on your own, brother.”
Zhang Wenshan could casually strike up a conversation with any cheerful, lively classmate.
Even the shy ones, he would take the initiative to include them in games.
But Xia Yu was a different story.
The moment Zhang Wenshan approached, he felt Xia Yu’s intense and fierce aura—like a silent warning of “Don’t touch me” or “Get lost.”
It reminded him of a few years ago when he was almost robbed by a group of street thugs, and luckily his bodyguard beat them up.
Xia Yu had that kind of aura—like even a king wouldn’t dare mess with him.
Extremely intimidating.
Curious about Mo Yidong’s behavior, Zhang Wenshan wondered why he wanted to be with Xia Yu.
Most people started the Game on normal difficulty, but Mo Yidong jumped straight to the hardest mode.
“What did you say to him just now?”
“I said Mo Yidong wants to room with you. Are you okay with that? He said no.”
“And then?”
“Tried to offer him benefits, but no matter how many demands we made, he still wouldn’t switch.”
From a distance, Xia Yu stood watching Zhang Wenshan and Mo Yidong chatting beneath the shade of a tree, their mouths moving nonstop.
The moment Xia Yu’s eyes met Mo Yidong’s, he immediately lowered his head.
Xia Yu was highly sensitive to Mo Yidong’s blood scent.
During combat drills, he always had to be on guard against his aura—naturally, they couldn’t live together.
Not long after refusing Zhang Wenshan, Xia Yu went back to fixing the zipper on his backpack.
The zipper was worn out from long use.
“Bag broken?”
“Just a small problem with the zipper.”
Because Xia Yu’s aura gave off a “keep away” vibe, no one else was nearby—he was alone.
Mo Yidong squatted in front of Xia Yu, watching him carefully repair the zipper, and casually remarked:
“Your condition isn’t stable. I’m worried something might happen. You should just room with me.”
“I can control myself.”
“Listen to your big brother.”
The calm and gentle tone made Xia Yu pause his hands reflexively.
Using “big brother” to pressure him at this moment—Xia Yu finished fixing the zipper, lifted his head slightly, and looked at Mo Yidong’s calm expression.
He was no longer the little sister he once was.
“I’m your big brother. Little brother has to listen to me.”
Mo Yidong was momentarily stunned, unable to argue.
After all, he was the one who brought up the big brother thing yesterday.
Feeling helpless, Mo Yidong smirked slightly, a faint smile on his face.
“Alright, Brother Yu.”
Although they didn’t get the same room, at least he became little brother.
That was a fair trade.
“Just as expected, he’s here!”
While they were talking, a familiar voice came from not far away.
Mo Yidong glanced coldly ahead at another bus unloading classmates from other classes.
A boy with short red hair, wearing a broad, confident smile, walked toward them.
He only greeted Mo Yidong before Mo Yaofei looked around but couldn’t find the other person.
“Who are you looking for?”
“Xia Yu. No way that guy skipped the combat drill, right?”
“Who’s looking for me?”
Xia Yu raised his head and squinted at the familiar yet unplaceable red-haired boy.
“Who are you again…?”
“Mo Yaofei… Class 2-3… How many times do I have to tell you before you remember?”
Mo Yaofei noticed Xia Yu looked very different from before—thinner than the last time, and even his hair and eye color had changed noticeably.
If he hadn’t spoken, Mo Yaofei might not have recognized him.
“Oh… I’m not good at remembering things I’m not interested in.”
Mo Yaofei curled his lips into a sinister smile, his crimson eyes full of anticipation.
“Well, you better remember. Because I’m the one who’s going to win this round and utterly humiliate you.”
“Oh.”
Xia Yu looked behind Mo Yaofei with eager eyes.
“If you don’t head back soon, the one getting humiliated will be you.”
Mo Yaofei frowned, about to retort, when a sharp scolding came from behind.
“Mo Yaofei, what are you doing in another class?! Hurry up and get back here.”
The homeroom teacher of Class 3 was a notorious tigress.
Her class was extremely well-behaved.
“Alright, alright, I’m going.”
Xia Yu stared coldly at Mo Yaofei.
“No seeing you off.”
After Xia Yu finished speaking, he casually noticed two people gathering around Mo Yaofei back in his own class, sneaking glances at Xia Yu while whispering into Mo Yaofei’s ear.
Xia Yu squinted slightly, thinking their conversation sounded interesting, when someone nearby asked:
“What are they talking about?”
Seeing Mo Yidong’s curious gaze, Xia Yu teased:
“They’re calling you an idiot.”
“Really?”
Xia Yu turned to Mo Yidong and saw his serious expression.
He had promised Mo Yidong yesterday that he wouldn’t lie, but today he was already being dishonest again.
“From this far, how could I hear clearly?”
Xia Yu grabbed his backpack and left Mo Yidong standing there all day, turning toward the Dormitory building.
Though not brothers by blood, he thought they were all annoying and clingy.
“You’re not seeing me off either.”
Everyone put their luggage back in the Dormitory, and by 10 o’clock, they gathered downstairs to head to the Training Field together.
Xia Yu stood waiting outside the Dormitory.
The appearance of a girl caught him a little off guard.
“Xia Yu.”
Before him was a girl with black ponytail, wearing a light-colored sports jacket and loose athletic pants.
She carried herself with grace and looked refined, her expression serious.
From her dark brown eyes came a stubborn determination.
“Ban Zhang wants to see me for something?”
“I want to talk to you.”
Before heading to the Training Field, Mo Yidong clasped his hands and closed his eyes, silently making a Wish-Making in front of the dense forest.
“Are you making a wish here?”
“Before entering the mountain, I’m paying respects to the Mountain God.”
After using this Training Field for so long, Xia Yu had never heard of a Mountain God living in these mountains.
“The energy in these mountains is unstable. Be careful.”
The Dormitory was at the foot of the mountain; the Training Field was halfway up.
On the way there, they would pass several Dangerous Zones.
Mu Yiqiu walked beside Xia Yu, noticing the troubled look on his face.
Earlier at the meeting point, Mu Yiqiu had looked everywhere for Xia Yu and saw him talking with the Ban Zhang.
The Ban Zhang’s expression was serious, but Xia Yu seemed indifferent.
After they finished talking, Mu Yiqiu approached.
“What did the Ban Zhang just say to you?”