They are not human! (From chapter 61)

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Wen Qing opened his eyes again to see the red wooden door of the dormitory bathroom.

There were faint rustling sounds inside; someone was in there.

Having lived in the human world and instances for so long, Wen Qing stared blankly at the door, feeling a sense of unreality.

He was back.

What was he doing at the time?

Wen Qing looked down and saw that one of his hands was holding the doorknob, and the other was holding a pack of tissue paper.

He stared at the tissue paper for a while and slowly remembered that the dorm leader had asked him to deliver the tissues?

Wen Qing hesitantly pressed the doorknob and pushed open the bathroom door.

A faint scent of shower gel wafted over him. Standing at the sink was a man with his upper body bare, just having finished his shower. His black hair was wet, and water droplets were dripping down his body, sliding slowly along his muscles and disappearing into his towel.

The man casually pushed the hair off his forehead, revealing sharp brows and eyes. His features were deep and angular, showing traces of Western descent, yet his black hair and eyes were traditionally Chinese.

Wen Qing looked up slightly, staring blankly at the dorm leader in front of him.

He didn't know why, but it seemed he had never really looked at the dorm leader's face before.

In his memory, the dorm leader's face had always been vague.

Now, he could clearly see the distinctiveness of Yio's features.

Yio tilted his head, raising his eyebrows slightly, "What's wrong?"

Wen Qing blurted out, "Dorm leader, are you mixed-race?"

Yio casually threw the towel aside and chuckled, "Kind of."

"Doesn't my name suggest that?"

Wen Qing said softly, "Now that I think about it, it does."

He felt strange; why hadn't he thought about it before?

Yio was obviously a foreign name.

Wen Qing lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Yio's towel.

Wen Qing looked at the tissues in his hand and asked slowly, "Dorm leader, do you need to wipe down?"

Yio paused and explained, "There's no paper inside."

"It's not for me."

After saying this, he walked out of the bathroom and stood in front of Wen Qing.

The warm male scent enveloped him, making Wen Qing's eyelashes tremble. Staring at the close-up chest and abs, he didn't know where to look.

"Oh, oh." He responded dryly, hurriedly handing the tissues to Yio.

Unable to look directly at Yio, he turned and sat on a nearby chair.

The dormitory was a typical four-person setup with loft beds and desks underneath, and an en-suite bathroom.

Wen Qing looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar desk and chairs, the cluttered pile of books.

The dormitory door was open, and occasionally classmates passed by, chatting cheerfully about what to eat for dinner or whether to skip class...

Wen Qing pressed his lips together, watching his classmates come and go, feeling dazed for a long time.