Is Chapter 85 a new classmate?
He Fan hasn't dreamed about his childhood in a long time, and he rarely reminisces about it.
He did not consider himself to be an inherently antisocial personality, nor would he repeatedly appreciate Xie Rong's tragic situation as a work of art.
For him, that moment was more about the satisfaction of seeing the wicked get their just desserts.
Xie Rong's death is not a pity, but seeing that Xie Rong, who once relied on his mother's family's power to act arrogantly, is now paralyzed on one side and even needs help to go to the toilet, He Fan doesn't think it's bad.
He lowered his head and took a sip of the warm water the flight attendant handed him. His Adam's apple bobbed. He glanced at the time; there were still four hours until they arrived in Country A. So he turned on his laptop, which had a privacy screen protector.
On certain flights, it's not always necessary to turn off the internet. He Fan glanced at the message from his subordinate and chuckled silently to himself.
Shang Qiyue is truly useless. He managed to let the prisoner escape even while he was imprisoned. Despite using so many connections to capture him, we still couldn't catch up.
Fortunately, he was stupid. It was really troublesome for Lu Chong. He himself might not have the ability to fight to the death with the current leader of Mingkang.
Shang Qiyue and Lu Chong were indeed born into privilege; the power and wealth they possessed, and the opportunities that came easily to them, required several times the effort to obtain.
But apart from that, they are nothing.
If it were him, he would definitely make Mu Yan happy and make him never want to leave him.
When He Fan was thirteen, Xie Chengjun was furious because he pushed Xie Rong down the stairs, and even his mother He Qingyun looked at him with more fear.
Xie Rong's omega father is the son of a well-known local judge. He refuses to give up, saying that he would not agree to send He Fan to a juvenile detention center and insists on sending him to the Edla Mental Hospital.
Edra Mental Hospital is a nationally notorious mental hospital, and there is a common saying that it is better to be shot than to go to Edra Mental Hospital.
No matter how disappointed or afraid He Qingyun was of him, she would never allow Xie Rong's omega father to send him there.
Even though Xie Chengjun usually favored Xie Rong and his son, he certainly wouldn't allow such a family scandal to spread outside. The fact that the Xie family's seventh child was admitted to the Edela Mental Hospital would damage his reputation if the media found out.
So, at the urging of He Qingyun and Xie Chen, He Fan was sent back to Country C.
Xie Chengjun is indeed of C country descent, but starting with his grandfather, the Xie family's roots had long since shifted to A country. He Fan being sent back to C country means that he will be cut off from the family's important businesses from now on.
He Fan didn't care; he would even complain that the Xie family's things were dirty if given to him.
In the eyes of his mother and other siblings, he seemed to have turned over a new leaf after returning to China. He studied diligently in China, got into A University, one of the top three universities in the country, and his personality gradually improved. He became lively and outgoing, no longer as gloomy and creepy as before.
Xie Chen pleaded for him, and gradually, Xie Chengjun began to allow him to come home for meals during holidays, and also handed over some of the family's less prestigious businesses in China to him.
It was like a gift.
The first time He Fan met Mu Yan was in September when he was eighteen. At that time, he had just been admitted to University A and had arrived at the school early to report for military training.
He arrived alone and, unfortunately, was assigned to a dormitory with three senior students. The volunteer senior who gave him directions looked at him with sympathy, offering to help him with his luggage and leading him directly to the dormitory.
He Fan didn't care. He was good at putting on an easy-going appearance in front of outsiders. Even if those three people didn't accept him, it didn't matter. Anyway, he didn't want to live with anyone else. He would move out and rent a house after the military training ended.
"604... This should be the place. School hasn't started yet, so there's no one inside. You can just use your key to open the door."
"...Are you a new student?" Before the senior student leading the way could finish speaking, the door was opened from the inside.
The boy had probably just taken a shower; his hair was half-dry, and he was wearing a simple white T-shirt with a faint scent of soap. Through the slightly thin T-shirt, you could vaguely see his slender waist.
When he looked up, a drop of water, which he hadn't had time to wipe away, still dripped from his chin.
The person had a very handsome face. If he were an omega, he would probably have pheromones like white lily of the valley.
"Yes, yes, so he's from your dorm," the senior laughed heartily, turning to He Fan and saying, "These seniors are all very nice, so you don't have to worry anymore."
"Mu Yan, why are you back so early?" she turned to the beta and asked, "Did you also sign up for volunteering? I don't think I saw your name on the list."
The beta named Mu Yan smiled gently at her, showing no annoyance at having her privacy invaded: "I came back early as soon as the dorm opened, which makes it easier for me to tutor, since my home is quite far away."
He was dressed simply and looked like he wasn't well-off. Generally speaking, the poorer a person is, the stronger their self-esteem is, and the more they hate this kind of intrusive prying.
He Fan himself was an outwardly kind and easy-going person. He vaguely sensed the presence of a kindred spirit, bent down to put down his luggage, and kept glancing at that person out of the corner of his eye while packing, stubbornly trying to find a hint of displeasure on his face.
But he gained nothing.
After the senior brought him here, she went to do her own thing. Mu Yan noticed that no parents had followed him, so he came over to help him pack his luggage.
Mu Yan glanced at the time: "Let me help you make your bed. Haven't you picked up your military training uniform yet? It's best to go get it today. Military training starts the day after tomorrow, and tomorrow is the last day to pick up the uniform. You're tall, so if you go too late, I'm afraid they might not have your size."
"Won't this be too much trouble for you, senior? Aren't you supposed to be tutoring?"
Mu Yan smiled and said, "I had classes in the morning and afternoon, and I've already finished them and come back. It's no trouble at all."
Mu Yan has always had a face without any sharp features. At first glance, you might not think his features are particularly delicate, but the longer you look at him, especially when he smiles and his eyes crinkle, the more you can't take your eyes off him.
Surprisingly, He Fan didn't dislike this beta, and even developed the idea of wanting to get to know him even though there were no tangible benefits to it.
“Oh, right,” He Fan said with a smile as she introduced herself, “you haven’t asked my name yet. My name is He Fan, and I study international affairs and international relations.”
Mu Yan nodded seriously, saying he remembered, and urged He Fan to hurry up and get the military training uniform.
Military training lasted for two weeks, and none of the other roommates returned, leaving only Mu Yan and He Fan in the dorm. But thinking about it, it makes sense; who would want to come back early and lose a few days of summer vacation?
Knowing that there would be a long queue for meals after the morning military training, Mu Yan went to buy food half an hour early after finishing her tutoring job. She also brought back food for He Fan and packed a small bowl of refreshing mung bean soup or plum juice.
September in City A is not yet over the plum rain season, but for some reason, the school and the weather have made some kind of deal. Several times, it rained heavily at night, but the sky cleared up during the day.
Every time He Fan complained to Mu Yan, Mu Yan would purse his lips and smile gently, then echo his wish that it would rain tomorrow.
He Fan didn't actually dislike sunny days when he needed to do military training; he just really hated rainy nights.
When Xie Rong first returned to China, his father's men never intended to let him go.
Sending him to the Edla Mental Hospital would be a disgrace to the Xie family, but his silent death in Country C would not. At the very least, his life could be used to threaten He Qingyun.
Although He Qingyun had no background, she was indeed the most trusted by the former Madam Chi. Before her death, Madam Chi entrusted her only child, Xie Chen, and many of her subordinates to her. She had quite a few things that people coveted.
On several nights when He Fan was captured by their people and then narrowly escaped by bodyguards, it was raining.
Rain can wash away traces, speeding up the investigation by the police or He Qingyun's team.
One night during the second week of military training, it suddenly started raining again. The raindrops hit the windowpane, making a pattering sound. The water under the windowsill was splashed and rippled. The wind, carrying a damp smell, sneaked into the window cracks.
He Fan was never a deep sleeper, and when he heard rustling noises, he suddenly opened his eyes.
In the darkness, a blurry figure was walking from the balcony into the house. The steps were so light that they were almost silent, but to He Fan, they sounded extremely jarring.
In an instant, he felt as if he had returned to countless rainy nights of the past, with thunder rumbling, the air filled with a damp smell, and a person whose face he could not see approaching him from behind, wanting to kill him.
In an instant, he rolled off the bed, rushed to the man, and suddenly tightened his grip on the man's throat, forcing the man's toes to barely touch the ground, like a snake with its seven-inch mark pinned down.
"Ugh........!"
The man groaned, pinned against the wall, his movements stiffened, and the thing he was holding fell to the ground.
He Fan heard a somewhat familiar voice, but he didn't dare to completely let his guard down. His breathing was still rapid, but his hand unconsciously loosened its grip a little, and he tentatively called out "Senior".
"It's me. I saw it was raining, so I got out of bed to bring in some laundry... Were you having a nightmare?"
Although Mu Yan was also startled, his tone did not contain any blame. Instead, as if afraid of frightening He Fan, he tried his best to make his voice sound gentle and calm.
"Are you alright? I'm so sorry, senior, I just..." He Fan hurriedly let go of her hand, ran over and turned on the light, "I..."
The faint scent of soap still lingered in the air from when they had just been pressed together. "So he doesn't smell like white lily of the valley," He Fan thought inexplicably. Bright light streamed down as Mu Yan bent down to pick up a few pieces of clothing that had accidentally fallen to the ground. His pajamas were old, the collar drooping, revealing his fair neck and collarbone.
Upon seeing the glaring bruises, He Fan was speechless.
When Mu Yan saw that He Fan suddenly couldn't speak, she assumed it was because she had been busy picking up clothes and hadn't paid attention to him. She quickly comforted him, saying it was okay, it wasn't his fault. It was probably just too scary to suddenly see a figure in the middle of the night.
"Haven't you ever lived in a dormitory before? It's not your fault, I'm fine. But you'll have to get used to it, since we'll all be living together for the next four years, and someone will definitely need to get up to use the bathroom in the middle of the night..."
He Fan only saw his lips moving, but could hardly understand what Mu Yan was saying. It took him a long time to come to his senses.
It's strange that a stranger he's known for less than ten days could stir his emotions so much.
Even if He Qingyun or Xie Chen were accidentally injured by him today, he wouldn't feel guilty or sad from the bottom of his heart.
He suddenly couldn't maintain that gentle, lively, and eloquent facade anymore. He looked down at Mu Yan, wondering if he was always this easy to bully.
Ignoring Mu Yan's objections, he dragged him to the infirmary, and ten minutes later, the two returned to their dormitory.
The infirmary was already closed at this time, and Mu Yan insisted that she didn't want to go to the hospital for such a minor bump, so He Fan took out a bottle of medicine for external injuries from his drawer.
He Fan carefully pulled open Mu Yan's collar, and the purplish-blue mark stood out starkly against his fair skin. He paused for a moment before applying the medicine with a cotton swab.
His breath brushed against Mu Yan's neck, making him feel a little itchy, but Mu Yan was too embarrassed to urge him to do anything.
The smell of mercurochrome was pungent, masking the fresh soapy scent that Mu Yan originally wore. He Fan squatted beside him, and when he looked up, he could see the faint shadows cast by Mu Yan's eyelashes under the light.
Such long eyelashes.
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