Chapter 1 Made Him Angry
"I know what you want, and I can satisfy you to the greatest extent... Consider me, you will like it... There will not be another vampire like me who is willing to surrender at your feet."
Qi Sijing's hand that was pushing the door paused. He stood outside the locker room door and raised his eyebrows slightly.
He had not expected to hear such an explosive sound when he came back to get something, but he had no desire to delve deeper. He lowered his hand and planned to go home and come back later. Just as he was about to leave, another voice was heard in the locker room.
"roll."
Cold, indifferent, and inviolable.
Qi Sijing paused. He was very familiar with this voice. The owner of the voice was engraved in his mind.
He is tall and has long legs, broad shoulders and a narrow waist, he wears neatly-knit clothes, has neat short hair, sharp eyebrows and eyes, and thin lips.
Qi Juchen.
Before Qi Sijing could come to his senses, the person who wanted to desecrate Bingberg spoke again in the locker room.
"...You really don't want to try with me? Last time in the fighting gym, I could see the look in your eyes when you looked at Qi Sijing. You wanted to pin him to the ground, humiliate him, and beat him up... Qi Sijing has the blood of an arrogant noble. He won't satisfy you. Only I, only I can..."
Crazy... Qi Sijing was shocked, wasn't he? It was fine if they were competing with him for someone, but why were they adding more drama to his story? He pushed open the door with a forced smile, and the scene inside truly shocked him again.
The vampire, whose name is hard to describe, knelt at Qi Juchen's feet, boldly grabbing the belt of Qi Juchen's training suit with a flattering look on his face. Qi Juchen, on the other hand, still had that cold look on his face, with his eyes half-closed, looking listless, as if he was watching a boring drama.
The two people inside heard the voice and looked at Qi Sijing together. The vampire trembled violently after seeing Qi Sijing. Qi Juchen didn't react much. He glanced at him and then looked away. He raised his long legs and slammed his leather combat boots at the vampire at his feet.
Qi Juchen didn't even bother to say anything more, and just said the same cold word, "Get lost."
"Tsk tsk." Qi Sijing moved his lips with a gloating look, lowering his eyes and looking at the vampire who was kicked to the ground with interest. After the vampire recovered, it crawled towards him with a clear goal. His face froze.
Qi Juchen probably also discovered the target of the crawling father. His hand, which was tidying up the locker, dropped down. The black and blue bracelet on his wrist flashed and turned into a two-finger-wide whip that fell into his palm.
When the vampire was about to grab Qi Sijing's ankle, the whip locked his neck and pulled up his upper body.
Qi Juchen's gaze even fell on the locker, and his tone was still cold, "Don't touch what you shouldn't touch, get out."
Perhaps realizing that Qi Juchen would really kill him, the vampire crawled out of the locker room after being released.
"Good show." Qi Sijing came back to his senses, raised his hands and clapped twice slowly, then closed the door with his foot.
Qi Juchen seemed not to hear it. He put away the whip, lowered his head to untie his belt and prepared to change his clothes.
After Qi Sijing found the things he had dropped in the locker, he went to Qi Juchen and tried to tease him. "Aren't you afraid that he'll have a good time with you? Give me a cigarette, brother."
Qi Juchen buttoned his shirt with his eyes downcast, not even frowning, "Get it yourself."
Qi Sijing took out the box of cigarettes from Qi Juchen's locker, knocked out a cigarette, bit the cigarette holder, lowered his head slightly with his eyes downcast, and "click", lit the lighter and smoked the cigarette.
He smiled and slowly exhaled smoke. Seeing that he didn't amuse anyone, he continued, "Last time at the fighting gym... which time was it?"
Qi Juchen didn't answer, he just thought about it himself.
He and Qi Juchen had only clashed five times in the fighting gym since they broke up. He was being picky. "That time when I rubbed your waist and you pushed me onto the stage and slapped me?"
He had a deep impression of this incident. That day, classes A and A1 both had fighting classes. Xia Wan brought a few people and clamored for joint training. The coaches of the two classes had a discussion and waved their hands, telling them to just have a competition. Each class would send three people, and the two would be best of three.
Upon hearing this, Xia Wan excitedly pushed him forward and shouted, "Fourth brother, it's time for you to show off your skills! Kill them!"
Qi Sijing was still battling with artificial blood at that time, his sense of taste was tortured terribly, and he was suddenly pushed out without even realizing what was going on.
It wasn't until he saw the coach of Class A push Qi Juchen to his side that he reacted and asked, "Is there a prize for winning?"
There are two classes, one class is composed of the top 30 humans in level 3, and the other class is composed of the top 30 vampires in level 3. These geniuses all have unique thinking patterns, and some even say that the losers will wash the feet of the winners.
Aozhe College is divided into four levels. The first students admitted are level four students, followed by level three, level two and level one students.
There are 300 students in each level. Class A1 where Qi Sijing is located is a key class for vampires, and Class A where Qi Juchen is located is a key class for humans.
At that time, Qi Sijing had just put aside his prejudice and wanted to make friends with Qi Juchen, so while tying the bandages, he leaned close to Qi Juchen's ear and whispered teasingly, "If I win, can you suck some blood from me?"
Qi Juchen took a step to the side, his ears a little red from his annoyance, but his voice was still cold, "Whatever you want."
Qi Sijing stared at the veins in Qi Juchen's neck, swallowed, and chuckled, saying, "If you win, feel free to ask for anything. Let's go."
Qi Juchen's fighting style is fast, accurate and ruthless, without any delay, and every move is clean and neat.
Qi Sijing is different. He is like a cat who likes to tease his prey. He doesn't like to kill with one blow, he just likes to play.
He rubbed Qi Juchen's waist on a whim. He originally just wanted to put his hand on Qi Juchen's waist to remind Qi Juchen that he used the wrong force and told Qi Juchen not to do that in the future as it would easily cause injury. However, the feeling was so good that he couldn't help but rubbed it. Qi Juchen's eyes changed immediately.
Qi Sijing was still considering what words to use to teach Qi Juchen. Just as he was about to open his mouth, he felt dizzy and was pushed onto the stage by Qi Juchen, who spanked him hard on the buttocks.
Qi Sijing was stunned by that blow, but when he came to his senses, he stopped playing around and became more ruthless next time.
When the bell rang, neither of them was sure of a winner, so the coach called a halt.
That night, Qi Sijing waited at the dining table until Qi Juchen finished his meal, then he entered Qi Juchen's room, pushed him against the wall, and said in a wronged tone, "You hurt me during the day."
Qi Juchen stood there coldly, watching his performance expressionlessly.
He drooped his eyes and said, "Let me suck your blood three times before I'm healed."
Qi Juchen didn't say anything.
He raised his fox eyes and stared at Qi Juchen, "Brother."
Qi Juchen pushed him away to get his clothes, and said "It's up to you" before entering the bathroom. Later, he really let him suck blood three times.
Pulling away from his memories, Qi Sijing bit his cigarette holder and looked at Qi Juchen, who ignored him, and asked, "Is it that time? Was what that pervert said true or false? Did he really want to bully me back then?"
Qi Juchen changed his clothes and looked at him with a cold expression. Perhaps he was annoyed by his questions, or perhaps annoyed by the smoke, so he raised his hand and touched his soft pink hair. He put his five fingers together and turned his face away, then said, "You ask even though you know the answer."
Qi Sijing squinted his eyes, shook off the ash from his cigarette, and continued to yawn slowly, "I am obviously studious and inquisitive."
Qi Juchen didn't waste time with him and walked out.
Qi Sijing threw away his cigarette butt and quickly followed, "Brother, I haven't drunk blood in five days. I'm so hungry."
Qi Juchen didn't even lose his pace, and said ruthlessly, "Drink artificial blood."
"Artificial blood tastes too bad." Qi Sijing followed behind half a step slower, smiling, "Brother, walk slower. I don't have the strength to keep up."
Qi Juchen ignored him and slowed down his pace.
Qi Sijing raised his eyebrows and said, "Okay, you go back first. Xia Wan has set up a group, I'll go..."
Qi Juchen: "Nineteen o'clock."
Qi Sijing was stunned for a moment, swallowed the second half of his sentence, glanced down at his watch, quickly said goodbye to Xia Wan, and followed Qi Juchen into the car.
As soon as he sat down, he told the driver to raise the tailgate of the car.
When the barrier completely blocked his view, he leaned close to Qi Juchen's ear and said, "There's still an hour until 19 o'clock. You can't wait any longer. Feed me now, okay?"
Not getting a response, Qi Sijing clasped Qi Juchen's hand and put Qi Juchen's wrist against his cheek, feeling the man's pulse with his lips. "How have I upset you recently? You used to be willing to feed me once every three days."
He has never liked drinking artificial blood since he was a child. After being fed by Qi Juchen for a month, he found that it was expensive to raise a child. Now if he is asked to drink artificial blood again, he will vomit while drinking it.
Qi Juchen bent his fingers and tried to pull his hand out, but Qi Sijing exerted force and Qi Juchen could not move.
"release."
Qi Sijing blinked his fox eyes and held on tighter, "Tell me what I did to make you unhappy, and I'll let go."
Qi Juchen stared at him without saying a word.
The man and the ghost were in a stalemate for a long time. Finally, Qi Juchen compromised and said, "Let's talk about it when we get back."
Qi Sijing lowered his eyelashes, chuckled, and let go of her hand. He leaned back in the car seat and said, "Okay."
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