Heroic Death System [BL]

Arc 3: You Are My Faith (VII)

Headmaster Gamov prepared a temporary room to act as Shang Ke's office. He had originally wanted to arrange housing for him, but was refused since Shang Ke had promised Kaiser before that he would live with him. Plus, in order to avoid mishaps, he didn't want to stray too far from the "main character.".

The reason why Shang Ke agreed to become a guest lecturer was so that he could more easily publicize the way to seal the Devil's Tree. However, so that people would believe his words, he also had to increase his status and reputation.

His memory far surpassed others, and coupled with the original's knowledge, giving lessons to the freshmen should be fine.

When Tylor arrived, Shang Ke was preparing his lessons in the lounge. He saw him leaning against the window sill, his long hair flowing beside him. His legs were slightly raised, assuming a comfortable posture while he drank tea and thumbed through a textbook. The afternoon sun shone on him, and he appeared like a lazy, carefree cat.

Tylor noticed that Shang Ke was flipping the pages very quickly turning a page about every three seconds. Tylor did not think that he was randomly flipping through the textbook, so the only possibility was that he could read extremely fast.

Shang Ke seemed to feel his gaze and raised his head, meeting a pair of blood-red eyes. To tell the truth, Shang Ke felt that red eyes were a bit scary, especially when they were on a grave and stern face.

"Apologies for the disturbance," Tylor said as he entered the lounge.

Shang Ke looked at him, asking, "Lord Tylor is looking for me?"

"Headmaster had me come to ask whether you needed any help in preparing your lessons?" Tylor made an excuse without any change in expression.

"No need." Shang Ke's attitude became distant. If he really was the man in his heart, then Shang Ke did not want to walk too close to him. At the very least, not when he was unable to determine whether he could survive.

Tylor walked until he was beside the other man and stared him in the eyes, asking, "You don't like me?"

"As the one who was defeated by you, do you think I should like you?" Shang Ke raised an eyebrow, his chin also lifted slightly.

Tylor's line of sight swept across his moist lips as he said, "Perhaps you disliked me before, but the current you does not necessarily dislike me."

"Oh? How are you so sure?" Shang Ke wore an attentive expression.

"There is no hate in your eyes." Tylor said with certainty.

Shang Ke frowned and suddenly used his fingers to raise the corner of his eyes, his face revealing an ominous light as he fiercely spoke, "How about this? Enough hate now?"

Tylor coldly stared at Shang Ke's wacky expression, staying silent.

After Shang Ke made the face, he immediately regretted it! Just how stupid was he, playing around in front of Tylor when he was better off doing something else? What happened to his cold and elegant grandeur?

"You should continue preparing your lessons, I won't disturb you." Tylor left the lounge right after speaking, leaving Shang Ke to panic by himself.

Tylor left the room and turned into a corridor before suddenly bursting into laughter.

"Cough." After just a moment, Tylor quickly returned to his grave and stern expression. However, Shang Ke's wacky face was deeply engraved in his mind. His mood was very cheerful for the rest of the day.

Why did he never notice before that Osari was actually so cute?

Shang Ke's first lecture was on the third day after he started guest lecturing. The content of his lecture was the devil qi and faith's conditional relationship.