Sikong had a tall and straight figure, wearing the red No. 23 basketball jersey from their first meeting, and a black wristband, looking like a student ready to play basketball. He was naturally eye-catching, and combined with the conspicuous red jersey, just standing there drew the attention of many classmates in the classroom.

"I don't think I've seen this person before?"

"He's not from our college."

"Definitely not, I would recognize a handsome guy from our college."

...

Wen Qing, who was closest to Sikong, quickly got involved. He felt the unfamiliar classmates looking at him. Wen Qing hurriedly moved aside, gesturing for Sikong to sit down. Sikong sat down, glanced around at the young college students in the classroom, and his eyebrows relaxed slightly. Wen Qing looked at him, then looked out the window, the door, and other places, but apart from the students hurrying into the classroom, he didn't see Yu Xing or Ji Yu.

He opened his mouth, about to ask, when the class monitor in front suddenly turned around, sizing up Sikong. The management class was a big class with three classes together, but after a year, classmates generally had an impression of the students' faces in their major. Especially handsome guys wouldn't be forgotten. The class monitor stared at Sikong for a while and tentatively said, "Classmate, did you go to the wrong classroom? This is the public management class."

Sikong looked at him coldly and said, "I'm here to find someone." The class monitor was stunned, didn't think much, and asked, "Who are you looking for? I can ask around in the group for you." Sikong: "..."

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then slowly said, "...he's looking for me." The class monitor: "..."

He pushed his glasses, silently looking at Wen Qing. After a while, he awkwardly said, "Then why were you two being so polite just now? Anyone would misunderstand." Wen Qing dryly said, "We haven't seen each other for a while. Just joking around."

The class monitor didn't ask further. He glanced at Sikong and saw that Sikong's gaze was always on Wen Qing. Hesitating for a moment, he lowered his voice to remind, "Teacher Wang only takes attendance in the first class." Implying that they could skip the following classes if they wanted to. Wen Qing smiled and thanked him softly, "Okay." The class monitor didn't disturb their reunion further and turned back to his seat.

The class bell rang, and Teacher Wang walked to the podium, opened the PPT, scanned the classroom, paused for two seconds on Sikong, then quickly looked away and started the lecture. "Today we're covering Chapter Two."

Wen Qing took out his textbook, glancing around the classroom again, still not seeing Yu Xing or Ji Yu. Seeing his searching look, Sikong lightly tapped the desk with his finger and said, "It's just me."

Wen Qing was stunned, a bit surprised. Only Sikong? He turned his head to look at Sikong, blinked, and whispered, "Are you also here for twelve hours?" Then he took out his phone to check the class schedule. Today was Tuesday, with classes full from the first class in the morning to the last class in the afternoon. Sikong, looking at his side profile, casually said, "Four hours."

Wen Qing's fingers paused. Only four hours? Three people, twelve hours. One person, four hours. Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, remembering the program he saw on Yi'ou's computer. Sikong, Yu Xing, and Ji Yu had all gone out. He realized they probably discussed and divided the time equally. Wen Qing pressed his lips together, tapping his phone screen unconsciously with his fingers, and softly asked, "What happens after four hours?" Worrying that Sikong might avoid the question like others, he looked up at Sikong, tugging on his clothes, and added, "Don't change the subject."

They are not human! (From chapter 61)Where stories live. Discover now