Chapter 33 Chapter 33 There are BTs in school too

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It was already noon when the class ended. Several students from the same major came to the front row. They were all looking for Qiu Shengxin.

On the first day of school, Qiu Shengxin had already made a large group of friends. Seeing how familiar they were, bumping arms and chatting and laughing with each other, it was hard to tell that they had only known each other for a few days.

"Where are we going to eat?"

"I don't know. Where is the cafeteria?"

Qiu Shengxin said silently, "You don't even know where the cafeteria is? How did you survive these past few days?"

A boy with dead eyes snorted, looking resentful.

"This guy has been playing games since he moved into the dorm until today. I even bought him food. If I hadn't dragged him out of class today, he would still be playing games. What an internet addict!"

The internet-addicted youth's eyes were dark blue, and he laughed twice in a vague tone, "Good brother."

In addition to chatting with Qiu Shengxin, these boys obviously didn't want to ignore Mo Shiyu who was next to them.

I don’t know why, but they were very talkative in front of their friends, but when their eyes fell on the figure who was organizing books at the table next to Qiu Shengxin, they became extremely uneasy.

Several times, they turned their gaze here, but in a moment, they looked away as if they had been electrocuted.

"Mr. Mo--" Someone watched Mo Shiyu stand up and walk out, and finally couldn't help but follow him, and found a random excuse to praise him.

"You were amazing just now! I didn't understand a word you said, but you already knew how to answer the questions."

Mo Shiyu was looking down at his phone. Today he had to hold a meeting with three assessment members including Amuro Toru.

After setting the time and sending the location to each of the three people, he looked up and smiled, "It's just good luck."

When Qiu Shengxin mentioned this, he felt a little guilty. "I'm sorry, Mo. If I hadn't taken the seat in the first row, you wouldn't have been drafted by the teacher."

Mo Shiyu shook his head and said, "What's the big deal? I should blame myself. I yawn when I hear numbers."

Qiu Shengxin's naturally narrow and thick eyebrows curved up, and when the sunlight shone on them, he looked as handsome as a model on a magazine cover.

When they walked into the cafeteria, several boys were already chatting and chatting. One of them even touched Mo Shiyu's back and asked, "Let's play ball after dinner?"

Mo Shiyu looked at his watch and nodded.

The internet-addicted youth was the first to refuse, "I'll go back and play games, you guys go ahead."

The boy with dead eyes who always brought him food rolled his eyes at him and muttered that this guy was doomed to fail if he kept doing this every day.

He glanced at Qiu Shengxin, but found that his face seemed a little gloomy, and he was looking at Mo Shiyu.

To be precise, he was staring at the hand that was casually hooked around Mo Shiyu's shoulder.

Seeing that hand becoming more and more intimate, and the boy seemed to be pressing his body against Mo Shiyu, Qiu Shengxin walked over, pushed the hand away without leaving a trace, and squeezed in between the two of them, "Help me see what today's special dish is."

"Huh? Let me see, it's eel rice bowl."

The boy who had just hooked his arm around Mo Shiyu's shoulder was pushed aside, but he didn't care. He looked at the line, which wasn't very long, with envy and said, "Mo, do you want to eat? I'll buy some for you too."

Mo Shiyu shook his head. "I don't like eels. I'll go buy something else."

"Okay, then I'll save a table for you later."

The boy nodded and went up to line up.

Mo Shiyu was a little hesitant to make a decision, so he turned around and looked at Qiu Shengxin, "Qiu Shengjun, what do you want to eat?"

Qiu Shengxin said, "I'll have the tempura set meal. This is quite good. Do you want to try it?"

Mo Shiyu responded without much thought.

He is fine with all Japanese dishes except eel rice, no matter what he eats.

He couldn't eat either the eel, the sauce or the fish, and he didn't know why.

When he was taking the food, Qiu Shengxin's face was not very good. "Mo, did that guy just now make you uncomfortable?"

Mo Shiyu said, "Hmm? Not bad." It was just an ordinary flirtation between boys, he didn't feel uncomfortable.

Qiu Shengxin actually knew that the boy didn't mean anything else, but he still felt uncomfortable. Why was he getting so close? Boys should also keep a distance, okay?

The two received their dishes and sat down at the two seats reserved for them. One of them looked up and saw the same set meal in their hands. He elongated his tone and said teasingly, "Oh, you two are quite close."

Mo Shiyu sat down nonchalantly. Qiu Shengxin kicked the man and said, "Stop being so gay."

The man smiled evilly and hid aside.

After dinner, one of them went to the dormitory to get a basketball, and they found a basketball court and played basketball for the whole afternoon.

There were several good-looking people in their group. After playing for a few minutes, several girls gathered around them, and the number was increasing.

Surrounded by girls, the group of single guys played more and more vigorously as if they had taken stimulants. They tried hard to make their playing postures look better than usual, like peacocks with their feathers spread out.

The lunch break wasn’t long, it was over after half a game.

Mo Shiyu hadn't played basketball for a long time. He was quite good at it before he traveled through time, but now he hadn't touched it for several years. He was a little unfamiliar at first, but he became proficient in it after a while.

However, because the injury on his hand had not healed yet, he slowed down his efforts, scored a few goals, and then walked to the side to drink some water and watch them play.

Compared to the other boys who were panting and wiping the sweat off their faces with their clothes, he looked obviously calmer.

A bottle of water was extended through the diamond-shaped fence. Mo Shiyu looked up and saw a girl with a blushing face. "Please, please drink this."

Mo Shiyu glanced at the crowd around him and the shy girl who didn't dare to look up. In order not to embarrass the girl, he took it and said, "Thank you."

But he didn't unscrew it and drink it. Instead, he put it on the other side of his schoolbag.

Ever since equipping this character card, he no longer dares to eat food from strangers.

Qiu Shengxin finished halftime and came over, sweating profusely. "Hey, Mo—why don't you want to play anymore? You're pretty good. I'll call you next time we play a friendly match!"

"OK."

Another boy asked them, "You guys don't live in the dormitory, right? Come to my dormitory and take a shower before going to class."

Qiu Shengxin nodded and sighed. "But I don't even have a change of clothes."

"What's the big deal? Just wear mine first." said the boy.

Mo Shiyu stood up and put on his bag. "You guys go ahead. I have something to do."

Qiu Shengxin glanced at him. He moved his lips, wanting to say something, but the boy had already spoken, "What's the matter?"

Mo Shiyu didn't say much, "Meet a friend."

Seeing that he was unwilling to say more, the boy gave up and said, "Okay, then we'll go first."

***

Mo Shiyu left the basketball court and washed his hands at a nearby faucet.

He had no plans to meet his friends. In order to conform to the style of the organization, he and Amuro Toru had arranged a very special time.

He didn't stay with these classmates. Firstly, he didn't use up much energy and just sweated a little, so he could just go wash his face nearby. Secondly, his injuries had not healed yet.

It is now covered by the sleeve. If he takes off his clothes, how do you explain the bandage and wound on his wrist?

It was obvious at first glance that the wound was caused by the rope, and even though it had formed a scab, it was still visible.

Mo Shiyu found a vending machine and bought a cup of grape-flavored Fanta. He drank it casually while walking. His originally casual and lazy gaze slowly focused on the windowsill of the classroom in the teaching building.

He slowly stood up straight.

After looking away, his speed became noticeably faster. He finished the Fanta in just a few gulps, threw the can into the trash can, found a faucet and quickly rinsed his sweaty face, then took a tissue from his bag and wiped his face with one hand.

Hearing a sound behind him, Mo Shiyu immediately turned around vigilantly.

It was a strange man's face, dressed in a suit, but the suit was a little worn. He was holding a tool bag in his hand and wearing glasses. He was about thirty years old and was staring at him closely.

He saw Mo Shiyu turn his head, but he didn't look away. Instead, he looked at him and smiled slowly, "Hello, classmate. You are a student of this university, right?"

Mo Shiyu sensed something in his eyes, and his expression suddenly turned cold. "What's the matter?"

"Actually, I was called in as the school's maintenance worker," the man said with some distress. "I have to fix the broken equipment in the lab before class this afternoon, but... I can't move some of the tools by myself. If possible, could you help me move them?"

It sounds like a very common request to a passerby to run an errand.

His face looked honest and a little timid, which really made people lose their vigilance.

If this person hadn't looked at him with such lustful and malicious eyes, Mo Shiyu would have been happy to help a distressed passerby, but unfortunately—

"Sorry, I'm too tired from playing ball just now. I don't have the strength." Mo Shiyu said calmly, "Why don't you call someone else?"

"Kid, how tiring can playing ball be? Or don't you want to help me?"

When the man heard that Mo Shiyu refused to help, his tone became a little embarrassed and anxious. He stretched out his hand and leaned forward, shaking the tool bag. This made his face suddenly turn pale and he fiercely protected the tool bag.

As if to cover up the incident, he said helplessly, "Okay, I get it. I'll give you 1,000 yuan, okay? Just treat it as a part-time job, that should be fine, right?"

Mo Shiyu closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

The male teacher looked at Mo Shiyu's frown as he closed his eyes, which made him look patient and tired. He couldn't help but urge him, "Student, what do you think?"

When Mo Shiyu opened his eyes, the annoyance had faded away. He became calm again, leaning against the wall, looking up at him expressionlessly.

He braided his hair on the left side into two braids and tied them into a bun at the back. When he looked at me coldly like that, he was really attractive.

"So, I'm only worth 1,000 yuan?" He looked at the man with such eyes and sneered.

"Just helping me move some stuff. So, how much do you want?"

Mo Shiyu suddenly curled his lips and smiled, his voice becoming a little hoarse, "Uncle, instead of asking me to move things, you actually want to do something more interesting with me."

His expression was cold, but his words were ambiguous, and his eyebrows seemed to be hooked. The man's remaining rationality told him that this was outdoors and he couldn't do anything reckless. He denied it with a difficult tone, "What... are you talking about? I don't understand."

Mo Shiyu walked over slowly, raised his eyes and said softly, "I said, I'm too tired and don't want to move things."

"But uncle, if you want to do something else with me, I will just... follow you obediently."

“You…how…”

The man had never expected the student in front of him to say such a thing. He seemed to be frightened by the scene and stared at the expression of the person in front of him as he approached.

A college student who should have been naive said such suggestive words to him with a curled lip. The contrast was like setting a fire in his heart, instantly arousing the darkest desires in his heart.

His voice was trembling. "Really, there's nothing I can do about you."

While following the man to a remote and deserted place, Mo Shiyu seemed to have sensed something and suddenly turned around and saw a white-haired boy in overalls standing behind a tree not far away.

The young man looked at him, his amber eyes showing worry, anxiety and confusion.

He seemed to be about to run over here. Mo Shiyu shook his head at him and curled his lips.

"Get out of here, little brother."

He lip-synced.