Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 118

After everything settled down, Shanhai returned to normal. Classes resumed. Training resumed. But there was still one thing that wouldn’t die down—the revelation that the only human student ever enrolled at Shanhai, the one who’d caused a sensation across the whole school, was actually the legendary genius Nine Phoenix who enrolled ten years ago.

Most students were stunned that Nine Phoenix, a demon, had actually reincarnated—and into a human body, no less. Others simply felt that of course Nine Phoenix would still shine at Shanhai even as a human.

But for the girls, the focus was very different—especially those active in the once bloody Shanhai school forums.

[So you’re telling me the Yongheng shippers and Yonghuan shippers who’ve been fighting all this time… were actually shipping the same d*mn couple??? What kind of transcendent soulmate destiny is this??]

This post immediately blew up, flooded with dazed CP fans from both camps, all equally shocked and excited.

[OH MY GOD—this is reincarnated lovers still loving each other in their next lives kind of romance!! I KNEW Instructor Yun would never fall for anyone else!!]

[As a diehard Yongheng fan… I need to catch up on all the sugar I missed from seven years ago!! Ladies, give me the link trail!!]

[I can’t believe our Hengheng was actually that god-tier demon Nine Phoenix all along?? No wonder he was able to get into Shanhai—he’s too powerful!]

[Have you seen that video of Wei Heng transforming into Wei Huan?? So hot!! And right after he transformed, he kissed Instructor Yun in the air, omg I’m losing it!!]

[You newcomers don’t know the golden age of CP shipping. Back then, they were the number one couple at Shanhai. Campus heartthrob + campus heartthrob, an absolute visual feast. At every match, the girls in the crowd would shout, “Stop fighting and just get in bed!” Yun Yongzhou would glare them to death, but Wei Huan was adorable—he never got mad, even smiled at the audience. If he won, he’d use Wind-Shaping Transmutation to create a bouquet of blue flowers for Yun Yongzhou, like he was coaxing him. Even though Yun Yongzhou always ignored him. Who would’ve thought… they were real. And now they’ve bonded again in their human lives.]

[Wahhh the commenter above is killing me with this sugar. Little Nine Phoenix was too cute, turning flowers out of nowhere to coax his husband—what a sweet baby.]

[And not just flowers! I remember in one of their training matches, Wei Huan beat Yun Yongzhou and conjured a bouquet. Yun Yongzhou ignored him and turned to leave, only to walk right into a second Nine Phoenix clone holding the same bouquet—SO sweet! Every year during sports day, they were the main sugar event. Nine Phoenix was the best—during a long-distance run he couldn’t catch up to Yun Yongzhou, so he threw a tantrum, then conjured another him in the stands to cheer, “Go Yun Yongzhou! You’re the best!” I was floored. Y’all really missed the best era of CP shipping.]

[Yes! I still remember back then, Wei Huan and Yun Yongzhou were in the same combat prep team. We saw him tending to Yun Yongzhou’s wounds more than once! This kind of revolutionary friendship forged through life-and-death moments really does tend to go sour—in a sweet way! And the best part is, wasn’t Yun Yongzhou amazing at school and basically never made mistakes? The teachers loved him. I remember the few times he did get punished, it was always with Wei Huan. Looking back now, it was all sugar.]

[After Wei Huan died, Yun Yongzhou broke a rule once—I heard it was because some student called Wei Huan a traitor and he beat him up so badly he had to stay in the hospital for a month, even though he didn’t use any spiritual force. From then on I knew they were real.]

[My feelings are so complicated right now. The CP I’ve shipped for seven years that ended in tragedy is back, and now they’ve returned as a rival CP…]

[Same here. My CP just got reborn as the rival CP…]

[Holy sh*t, I actually shipped both CPs from the start. I’ve got great taste. Seven years ago, it was the rebellious military brat Fuyao vs. the aloof noble prince Yansui. Now in the rebirth, it’s the cold-blooded devil instructor vs. the obedient little human sweetheart. And now it’s turned into hot-blooded instructor Fuyao vs. cold-faced instructor Yansui. This CP is just unbeatable!]

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This kind of chatter wasn’t just happening online—in real life, it was even more dramatic.

“Did you hear? Fuyao’s new instructor is Nine Phoenix!”

“What?! That Nine Phoenix?!”

“Are there any other Nine Phoenixs in the demon realm? Are you dumb? Come on, come on, I’ve already found out—he’s at the training ground right now!”

Ever since Wei Huan joined, his combat classes practically turned into a spectacle watched by students from all four houses. Eventually, the academy had to move his classes to first thing in the morning—killing two birds with one stone by getting everyone up early to train.

“They might be up early, but I’m dying of sleepiness.” Wei Huan, having temporarily dismissed the students, took off his gloves and finally had time to talk to Yang Sheng, who was handing him a file. “I can’t take this anymore. I want to quit. I want to be a student, not a teacher.”

Yang Sheng rolled his eyes. “Is that grand dream you shouted about for half your life really this cheap? It’s only been a week and you’re already trying to bail.”

“If I’d known the dean job was this cushy, I would’ve taken that.” Wei Huan grinned shamelessly and bumped Yang Sheng’s shoulder. “Hey, you’re a big shot now. Can’t you pull some strings for me? Who the h*ll came up with morning drills—absolute menace.”

“That menace would be me.” Yang Sheng yanked his shoulder back, nearly sending Wei Huan toppling. Then he added, “We offered it to you, and you turned it down. That position was meant for you. But no—now those board geezers shoved it on me. Said the academy needs fresh blood. I wanted to be Chief Instructor, d*mn it…”

Wei Huan smacked him on the back. “No worries, bro. I’ll fulfill that dream for you.”

“Get lost.”

“If you keep treating me like this, I will get lost and tell everyone the dean bullies his subordinates.”

“You’re really back in full form, huh.” Yang Sheng glanced around. “Where’s Yongzhou?”

“Out on assignment. Said there’s some night dragon only he can handle.” Returning the banter, Wei Huan added, “Hey, when can I sub for Jing Yun’s class again? I miss our little Jing Yun so much.”

“You asking for a beating, Wei Nine?”

“One more word like that and I’ll flirt with Jing Yun every single class, I swear.”

Successfully pissing Yang Sheng off enough to make him storm off, Wei Huan stretched lazily and noticed a bunch of girls snapping photos of him nearby. He straightened up a bit, cleared his throat, and clapped his hands to call the students back to continue training.

Unlike other instructors, Wei Huan’s teaching style was always loose and unpredictable. Since he took over, the class had done nothing but physical training for a whole week—no theory, no spells. When they got tired, they’d sit on the training field and take turns telling him stories. If they couldn’t come up with one, they had to do frog jumps around the field.

“Instructor Wei!” A short kid, nicknamed Lark, raised his hand. “We’ve been training for ages. When are we going to start learning close combat?”

Wei Huan nodded thoughtfully, walked over, and pinched the kid’s shoulder. “Good question.” Then he glanced toward the back row. “Who just went out during break to buy snacks?”

No one answered. They all looked at each other.

Wei Huan twitched his fingers, and a blue ribbon of wind snatched a small cake out of a chubby kid’s uniform pocket in the back row and floated it over. Wei Huan caught it. “Lend me this. I’ll buy you five after class.” He tore open the packaging and handed the cake to Lark. “Eat it.”

Lark looked bewildered, but since Wei Huan insisted, he took it nervously and mumbled a thank-you before eating. Wei Huan crossed his arms and used the wind ribbon to wipe the crumbs from Lark’s mouth.

“Well? Feel any different?” Wei Huan asked.

Lark shook his head. “Just… kind of dry…”

“Didn’t get fat, right?” Wei Huan stood in front of him. “One bite doesn’t make you fat. You’ve eaten it, and you’re still just a little lark.” Then he looked at the rest of the kids. “You probably think this instructor doesn’t teach you anything and slacks off all day. But think about it—if I threw you into combat today, forget tactics. After two steps you’re panting, fly a few meters and you’re swaying—how are you going to fight monsters like that? And I’m not making you tell stories for my entertainment. You guys barely even know each other after a whole year together. Isn’t that a shame? Learn to appreciate the people around you—who knows, one day one of them might become…”

A girl jumped in, “Your husband!”

Everyone burst out laughing.

Wei Huan choked. “W-What husband?! Little girl, why so eager to get married?”

“No! I mean your actual husband!” the girl said gleefully. “Instructor, turn around!”

Confused but curious, Wei Huan turned his head.

Nothing there.

He turned back and faked a stern expression. “Looks like someone wants to be punished.”

“If you didn’t have a husband, why did you turn around?” another student jeered from the group.

“Exactly, exactly—Instructor Wei is feeling guilty!”

Wei Huan was nearly driven mad by these little rascals. “I’m not! There’s nothing to feel guilty about!”

At that moment, the short little Lark in the front suddenly tugged at the corner of Wei Huan’s uniform. “Instructor, Instructor Wei, you…”

“What about me? I don’t have a husband.” Wei Huan blurted it out without even thinking. But the moment he finished speaking, a familiar cool voice came from behind him.

“Wei Huan.”

Cr*p. History really does repeat itself in the worst ways.

Wei Huan struggled to control his expression and, using the last of his composure, turned to the group of kids and enunciated clearly, “Pair up for close-combat drills. No spirit use allowed. Dismissed.” He waited until the students ran off with amused, gossipy faces before finally turning around.

Yun Yongzhou had an unreadable look on his face. “What did you just say?”

“I just…” Wei Huan’s palms were sweating. He simply folded his hands behind his back, took a step forward, stood right in front of Yun Yongzhou, and stared at him with those grape-like black eyes. As he smiled, his mischievous little canine tooth showed. His voice was low, almost a whisper, and he leaned in close to Yun Yongzhou’s face and obediently said, “Husband.”

He only meant to tease him a little—but Wei Huan’s straight-up confession clearly caught Yun Yongzhou off guard. Yun Yongzhou blinked twice, and despite himself, the corners of his lips started to curl up. He had to cough and turn his face away, forcing a reproachful tone: “Shameless.”

“I’ve always been shameless,” Wei Huan replied with pride, his expression smug. “You were obviously the one trying to mess with me just now, and now you’re acting all serious.” With that, he shoved both hands into his uniform pockets. “You’re back already? That fast? What’d you come find me for?”

Yun Yongzhou turned his face back, replying coolly, “To watch you flirt with students.”

Accused out of nowhere, Wei Huan nearly exploded. “When did I flirt with a student?!” He always denied first, that was his principle. But his mind was already racing back—then suddenly, he remembered earlier with that little Lark kid. “No, I just gave him a little cake! How is that flirting?”

“And wiping his mouth?” Yun Yongzhou raised a discontented brow. “Was that the wind acting on its own too?”

“You—!” Wei Huan choked with nothing to say.

Suddenly, a strange gust of wind rose behind him—a pink gust, no less—and it knocked the off-balance Wei Huan forward. Yun Yongzhou instinctively caught him, and as he did, Wei Huan’s cold lips accidentally brushed against the side of Yun Yongzhou’s neck.

To onlookers, it looked like the two most popular instructors in all of Shanhai were suddenly embracing in broad daylight. But no one could see the two racing hearts beating wildly beneath those uniforms.

“This time it really was the wind’s fault…” Wei Huan muttered under his breath.

A chorus of cheers erupted behind them, mostly high-pitched screams from the girls. And right on cue, the end-of-class bell rang. The students of Fuyao scattered like startled birds, fleeing gleefully before Wei Huan could blow up, and just like that, he lost his best chance to scold them. Around them, kids were frantically snapping photos. He didn’t even need to check to know that tonight’s Shanhai forum would be absolutely flooded with posts about them.

Wei Huan pulled away from Yun Yongzhou’s arms, muttering furiously, “These little brats… Just wait till I catch them…” He rolled up his sleeves, ready to chase after them—but Yun Yongzhou’s light-thread wrapped around his wrist, summoning a barrier-crossing portal with spirit energy. In the next moment, he dragged Wei Huan through it.

In an instant, the noisy training ground was gone. The scenery around them shifted into a quiet, unfamiliar forest, and even Wei Huan was briefly stunned. “Where… is this?”

Yun Yongzhou pressed him back against the trunk of a huge flowering tree covered in large snow-white blossoms. He stepped in close, voice low: “No idea. I made up a random passphrase.”

As their bodies bumped the tree, petals rained down—but instead of falling to the ground, they floated mid-air, suspended with a fragrant, dreamy scent.

“Random?” Wei Huan was startled, though he could still sense the school’s spiritual boundary, so they hadn’t left the campus. “What’s going on in that head of yours, little golden crow? I thought you were taking me somewhere for real.”

Yun Yongzhou didn’t reply. He seemed to have lost interest in talking. Those clear amber eyes were now fogged with heat, like a cloud tinged with twilight. They drifted down onto Wei Huan’s nose, then slid lower, finally settling on his perpetually smiling lips.

He wanted to kiss him.

Maybe it was the kind of understanding that lovers just have. Wei Huan suddenly stopped talking too. He quickly picked up on Yun Yongzhou’s wordless intent—but he didn’t want to give in so easily. So instead, he deliberately asked, eyes drifting to Yun Yongzhou’s lips, “Why’d you bring me here? So unlike you, Instructor Yun.” As he spoke, he subtly shifted his belt to press against Yun Yongzhou’s. The metal clasp let out a crisp click.

“Well?”

His lips moved just a little as he said that last word, stopping in a slightly parted shape—half invitation, half temptation. Not a refusal. Sunlight filtered through the leaves of the greenhouse-like forest, dancing gently, and a golden patch of it fell directly onto Wei Huan’s reddened lips, making them glisten with soft, sweet moisture.

Maybe it was the heady fragrance of the floating petals messing with his thoughts—or maybe his thoughts were already a mess—but Yun Yongzhou finally broke. He lowered his head slightly and gently touched those lips that had been luring him in all this time.

Softer than flower petals.

He only brushed against them lightly before pulling back—but even that was enough to send Wei Huan’s heart into a frenzy. His heartbeat pounded violently against his ribs, his blood surged fast and hot, crashing wildly through his body, building up a humid, flushed heat.

Wei Huan raised his heavy eyelids to look at Yun Yongzhou. That cool, distant face was like a warning sign: too beautiful, too aloof. The moment it appeared, it sent a clear message—Stay back. Do not touch.

But Wei Huan had never been someone who followed rules.

Not only did he want to get close—he wanted to tear down that warning sign.

He leaned his head back against the rough bark, tilted his chin up slightly, and bumped Yun Yongzhou’s lips again. Their lips were like two pieces of damp strawberry candy—sticky when pressed together, reluctant to part. There was no clean break—only lingering threads.

“Answer me,” Wei Huan said, the end of his sentence especially soft and drawn out, like the flowers overhead that hadn’t yet fallen.

“I want to kiss you.” Yun Yongzhou’s breath was unsteady. As soon as he said it, his chest rose and fell like the tide.

Wei Huan had finally succeeded. The smugness on his face couldn’t be hidden if he tried. He kissed him again, like before, his lips never fully closing. “Since when?”

Yun Yongzhou didn’t speak. His reserved nature always had a limit, and he was nearing it. Wei Huan knew—he knew Yun Yongzhou’s personality and he knew the answer. So he deliberately coaxed, drawing out the last line, “Was it when I called you husband?”

Still no answer. The secluded botanical garden was so quiet, only the sound of plants swaying in the breeze remained.

“Or was it when I accidentally kissed you just now?” Wei Huan reached out and touched the side of Yun Yongzhou’s neck, staring into his eyes.

Yun Yongzhou took his hand.

“When I saw you.”

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