Chapter 120 Separation Anxiety of Merfolk? Practical Training Begins! ...
Ling Rui paused, his concerned tone softening. He crossed his arms, feigning nonchalance, and raised his chin. "What? Can't I suddenly show some concern for my roommate? You have a problem with that?"
God knows how panicked he was when he slept until noon, then frantically scrambled out of bed and discovered Pei Qing was missing. Like a separation anxiety attack, the restlessness within him was unbearable, and he could only dial Pei Qing's number again and again.
He didn't know what was wrong with him; it was as if he felt empty inside when he couldn't see her, an emptiness that he could never fill, and he felt extremely uncomfortable.
"Oh," Pei Qing replied indifferently.
Ling Rui panicked, his eyes instantly turning red. "What kind of attitude is this? Are you looking down on me? Or am I not worthy of your concern? Only Ye Ling, that stupid girl—" His remaining rationality made him swallow the rest of his words in time.
Are you alright?
A warm, large hand suddenly covered her forehead, and Ling Rui felt like crying.
"He doesn't have a fever, so why does he look like he's lost his mind?" Pei Qing withdrew her hand and said strangely.
Ling Rui's initially joyful expression froze. The more she thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt. Suddenly, she had an emotional outburst and shoved Pei Qing hard, yelling, "You're the one who's sick! Get out!" She then turned and tried to run back to her room.
"Hey! Where are you going?" Pei Qing grabbed him by the back of the neck and pulled him back, her expression strange. "Are you having a fit of hysteria... Let me see." As she spoke, she reached out and turned Ling Rui's face to face.
"Don't touch me!" Ling Rui suddenly lost control, his eyes bloodshot and his madness was terrifying. He struggled to break free, his arms flailing wildly.
"Smack—!"
After a sharp crack, the room fell completely silent.
Ling Rui stared at his right hand, frozen in place, unable to believe what had happened.
He hit her? No, he didn't mean to, it was just a misunderstanding... The words of explanation had been lingering on his lips for a long time, but now he couldn't say anything.
The atmosphere was unusually tense. Pei Qing turned her head away, revealing a clear handprint on her cheek and bulging veins in her neck. Female A's eyes were filled with dark emotions, teetering on the edge of rage.
She clicked her tongue, reached out and grabbed the beautiful blue hair, ignoring the man's struggles and resistance, and dragged him from the sofa to the door.
"Ugh—cough cough," Ling Rui was thrown to the corner like a tattered rag, his battered back hitting the hard wall, causing him to cry out in pain.
"You—haa!" Ling Rui looked at the calm, dark eyes of the female A, his heart filled with fear. Before he could speak, his neck was grabbed tightly.
Breathing suddenly became incredibly difficult, and a feeling of suffocation suddenly overwhelmed him. He disregarded everything else and desperately tried to escape by clinging to Pei Qing's fingers with both hands.
However, those long, slender fingers were as hard and firm as iron clamps, and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't budge them. His throat was constantly being squeezed, the air in his nasal cavity became increasingly thin, and his brain became a blur due to lack of oxygen, making it impossible for him to think.
The once arrogant young master was now in tears, his legs weakly twitching, and he was making hoarse noises. Strands of his sea-blue hair clung to his face, and he looked utterly disheveled.
Ling Rui felt like he was about to die. Pei Qing was too strong, and he couldn't resist at all. He could only passively endure her anger.
His fair and handsome face flushed red, and his thin eyelids, unable to hold any more tears, were swollen like walnuts.
"It's a bit ugly," the abusive owner commented without any interest.
The man's fingers gradually fell limply, and his breathing became increasingly weak.
It seems like that's about enough; if this continues, he might really not make it. Pei Qing believed she was still acting with discretion; this was merely a small punishment for Ling Rui's inexplicable madness, not an attempt to truly kill him.
We had slept together, after all. Even though she was kicked out before she even finished showering, what can you do when she's such a good person? Good people are just that kind, there's nothing you can do about it.
She let go, and Ling Rui collapsed to the ground, clutching his throat and coughing incessantly.
"Are you awake now?" Woman A's tone was calm, but Ling Rui felt an indescribable fear rising in his heart, like a weak animal encountering a ferocious predator. He tried his best to shrink his body and get as far away from her as possible.
"Cough! Cough, cough cough!" The man coughed so hard he was unable to answer the question.
Pei Qing sighed, about to say something, when she suddenly caught sight of something interesting, and her smile turned wicked. She lifted her leg and stepped on Ling Rui's vulnerable spot, grinding it hard. "Young Master Ling, you seem to be having a lot of fun."
Ling Rui's pale cheeks flushed red and then turned white, then red again. He pressed his legs together, as if trying to hide something, but the damp floor betrayed him.
"Why didn't you say you liked this kind of game? If you had, you would have had an even better time yesterday." Pei Qing's face showed disappointment.
"Wow, that's pretty fast."
Ling Rui lowered his head in embarrassment. How could his body be so disgusting? It was all Pei Qing's fault, all that perverted bastard's fault, all her fault for ruining his body...
He staggered to his feet, leaning against the wall as he limped towards his room. Pei Qian didn't stop him, resting her chin on her hand, seemingly lost in thought.
After closing the door, Ling Rui finally collapsed onto the bed, unable to hold on any longer. His mind was in turmoil. Pei Qing had humiliated him so much; he should have felt angry and upset, but instead…
Ling Rui curled up in the corner, unable to bear it any longer. His blue hair was disheveled and his glands were red and swollen, constantly reminding him of his depravity, his depravity, and his pleasure.
The unbearable scene kept replaying in his mind: the misty bathroom, the two people embracing each other, their strong and agile bodies... Ling Rui's breathing suddenly became rapid, and he couldn't hold back his tears, which soaked through the expensive velvet sheets.
His cheeks were damp and flushed, like a delicate rose glistening with morning dew. "Mmm..." Ling Rui breathed softly, collapsing onto the bed. After a while, he picked up a tissue and wiped his wet fingers clean one by one.
In the living room, Pei Qing casually picked up a grape from the coffee table and popped it into her mouth, shaking her head as she listened to the sounds coming from the room. This young master is such a nuisance; he throws tantrums every day, but becomes obedient after being beaten up.
So, Ling Rui really is in love? He deliberately provoked her to receive a lesson in love? The more Pei Qian thought about it, the more it made sense. It must be like that. Sigh, it's all because she's too charming.
Fortunately, she was a magnanimous woman who not only didn't argue with such a petty man, but also played along with the game. Anyone who came would praise her as an "absolutely wonderful person"!
She leisurely swung her legs on the sofa, picking up a grape here and there. A dozen minutes later, the entire plate of grapes was gone.
"These grapes are really good. I'll ask Ye Ling where he bought them later..." She subconsciously assumed that Ye Ling bought them, since he had been sending her all sorts of snacks a few days ago.
A soft voice suddenly came from behind Pei Qing, "Are the grapes delicious?"
"It's delicious. Where did you buy it, Ye Ling?" she answered instinctively.
"You, open, your, eyes, wide, and take a good look at who I am!" The man's tone was icy, and there were obvious bruises on his fair and slender neck, a patch of purple that radiated a fine, throbbing pain. Ling Rui hadn't wanted to come out again, but in the end, she couldn't suppress the urge to get closer.
He was on the verge of a breakdown. Ye Ling, Ye Lin, Ye Ling, Ye Ling… Was Ye Ling really that good? Could that idiot just disappear already?! Vicious thoughts exploded in his head, as if Ling Rui's brain had been struck by a heavy hammer!
Ling Rui's face suddenly turned deathly pale. What had happened to him? Why had such a terrifying thought suddenly popped into his head...? He practically floated back to his room, his legs feeling weak and limp, as if he were walking on cotton. He didn't even have time to respond to Pei Qing calling him from behind.
If Ling Rui had known more about depth labeling back then, he would have known that all of this was due to the effects of labeling.
During the period after being marked, which can last from a week to half a month, he would want to be immersed in the pheromones of the person who marked him at all times. He would feel inexplicably panicked and anxious if the person who marked him was not around.
If the person marking the other fails to provide adequate companionship and security for various reasons, it is perfectly normal for the marked person to occasionally have crazy and terrifying thoughts.
However, what the person in question didn't know was that Ling Rui, who was helplessly burying his face in the blankets and crying, genuinely believed that he was mentally ill, the kind that hadn't been discovered before.
As for Pei Qing, who was sitting in the living room, she was still wondering where she bought such delicious grapes.
Time flew by, and the first formal practical training class for the first-year military academy students arrived.
The instructors guided the students on how to perform the movements from the front, and demonstrated them with their backs turned multiple times.
This gave Pei Qing an opportunity; she was originally standing in the third row. After persistently moving around, she finally moved to the last row.
"Hey," she nudged her usual deskmate in theory class, the bookworm Chu Xiao, with her shoulder, "Hey deskmate, have you ever taken a class like this before? What's the teacher like? Is he strict?"
Chu Xiao was unaware that someone had given him a nickname. He pushed up his glasses and answered seriously, "There was relevant training at the beginning of the semester, but I don't know this instructor, so I don't know if she's strict or not."
He turned his head uncomfortably to the side. Pei Qing's scent was so alluring; he was afraid he wouldn't be able to control himself and would pounce on her. Chu Xiao quietly clenched his fist; it must be because he was too hungry. He had already made an appointment with that military academy student with A-level mental strength to meet after practical training.
When he's full, he definitely won't have such thoughts anymore. Honestly, this is so disrespectful to Pei Qing. Thinking of this, Chu Xiao's pale cheeks flushed slightly.
"Oh, is that so?"
Seeing Pei Qing's blank expression, Chu Xiao couldn't help but explain a few more words, "Actually, it's nothing much, mainly some combat skills training, it's very simple."
"All right."
Yu Ming stood tall and proud in the front row; she was the number one fighter among the freshmen! All the instructors unanimously agreed!
She knew this instructor very well; they had drunk together after the initial assessment and were considered good friends. She had already privately arranged for her to be paired with the transfer student as soon as the combat training began.
Hmph, this time she's going to beat that pretty boy transfer student who got in through connections to a pulp, making him cry and beg her to be his great-aunt, Yu Ming!
Thinking of this scene, Yu Ming suddenly felt full of power.
Soon, it was time for the team members to practice sparring with each other.
"Pei Qing, where is Pei Qing?" the instructor shouted from the front. "Come and cooperate."
"The instructor is calling you up." Chu Xiao looked worried; instructors usually don't ask freshmen to cooperate.
Pei Qing walked forward in a daze, unaware of what had happened.
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