Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 124

Yang Sheng had been feeling quite troubled lately.

Ever since Wei Huan became a practical combat instructor at Fuyou Academy, a massive, clingy third wheel had planted himself firmly between him and Jing Yun — and refused to budge.

At mealtimes, Wei Huan would joyfully carry his tray over to their table, bringing along a walking iceberg whose chill could be felt from ten meters away.

During campus inspections, Wei Huan would trail behind Yang Sheng — the dean, no less — under the pretense of staff duties. Yang Sheng had to hold back on talking too much with students, while Wei Huan just chattered away nonstop.

Even during holidays, when Yang Sheng finally got a rare moment alone with Jing Yun, he’d hear things like:

“Huh? Ah Heng invited me to hang out~ Wanna come with us?”

“Today Ah Heng said we could go to his place — he’ll make something yummy! Let’s go together!”

At this point, Yang Sheng had developed a full-body aversion to the words “together.”

Adding insult to injury, Jing Yun was still a student — just a kid in Yang Sheng’s eyes. To protect him, they couldn’t be open about their relationship like Wei Huan and Yun Yongzhou. It had to remain hidden, tucked away quietly. And being a dean made it worse — the responsibility was heavier than for regular teachers.

After nearly a week away on a business trip, Yang Sheng was finally returning to campus. But the mere thought of that third wheel gave him a headache.

Even his new assistant noticed his gloom. “Dean, what’s wrong? You’ve been frowning all day.”

Yang Sheng seized the opportunity to vent. “Why do I never get any personal space, huh?”

The assistant, unaware of the full story, blinked and replied, “Really? But I think your office is already quite private…”

That single sentence was like thunder in a clear sky. Yang Sheng’s face lit up with uncontrollable glee. He patted the assistant’s shoulder multiple times. “You’re brilliant. Absolutely brilliant.” Then he walked off humming, all his worries blown away.

The assistant stared after him, utterly confused.

This young dean is great in every way — good-looking, kind, capable… but sometimes he’s just weird.

He shook his head and then heard the dean call out, “Little Qi, find me a soft little bed. Must be soft — and small!”

Definitely weird.

One afternoon, after lunch, Jing Yun parted ways with Wei Huan and began walking back to the dorms alone. The weather had cooled lately; the air smelled crisp in an indescribable way. He pushed up his glasses and tucked his hands into his sleeves, swinging his arms as he walked.

A gust of wind stirred the trees, and the leaves — like sickly yellow butterflies — fluttered weakly down, brushing his shoulders and landing at his feet. Suddenly, a small purple gust of wind appeared before him, twirling among the falling leaves.

Jing Yun was startled but found it familiar. He cupped the wind in his palms, and a circle of purple enchantment appeared in front of him. The aura was instantly recognizable, so he didn’t hesitate — he stepped right in.

He hadn’t expected to arrive in a small room. The furnishings were simple: a large window draped in sheer white curtains softened the sunlight, casting it gently onto a beige cot. On one side stood a tall bookshelf filled with books.

Where was this? Jing Yun stood still, cradling the little windball. A warm breeze brushed past from behind. He turned around and saw Yang Sheng leaning against the doorway.

He couldn’t help but laugh.

Although both Jing Yun and Wei Huan had youthful appearances, they looked completely different. Wei Huan’s features were striking and bold — all sharp contrasts and wild confidence. He had an infectious, daring grin that screamed I fear nothing. Jing Yun, on the other hand, looked far softer — less like a teenager and more like a child. Fair-skinned, delicate features, innocent droopy eyes behind silver glasses — the very image of a proper student. When he smiled, his eyes curved into gentle crescents, just like a cute little puppy.

And like a puppy, he charged at Yang Sheng and tried to throw himself into his arms. But the first time he did that, he knocked Yang Sheng so hard into the wall it cracked — poor guy nearly threw his back out. If not for his demon healing powers, dating Jing Yun would be a disability hazard.

Since then, Jing Yun had learned to be gentler. Now he’d stop just short and wrap his arms carefully around Yang Sheng’s waist, tilting his head up with a silly grin.

“Older Brother Sheng, so this is your room?”

He was nearly a full head shorter than Yang Sheng. When they hugged, his head rested right against his neck — and the place he’d kissed most wasn’t Yang Sheng’s lips, but the mythical markings on his collarbone.

“My office,” Yang Sheng replied, ruffling his hair and leading him to the bed. “You can nap here from now on.”

Jing Yun looked flustered. “Really? This is your nap bed?”

Yang Sheng shrugged and teased, “Bought it just for you. You’ll be the first one to sleep in it.”

“Ah?” Jing Yun blushed even harder, but before he could protest, Yang Sheng flipped open the blanket. “Get in and see if it’s comfy.”

Still dazed, Jing Yun obeyed. He sat dazedly while Yang Sheng knelt down and untied his shoes.

“Lots of material in class today? Anything you didn’t get? You always space out — just tell me and I’ll tutor you.”

Before he knew it, Yang Sheng had already tucked him in, just like coaxing a child to sleep. Standing at the bedside, he asked, “So? Soft enough? I told my assistant to make sure it was really fluffy.”

This was a new kind of interaction between them. Jing Yun’s heart pounded wildly, like a bunny trapped in his chest. Completely at a loss, he nodded shyly.

“Then get some sleep.” Yang Sheng bent down and kissed his forehead. As he straightened up, it looked like he was about to leave. Jing Yun finally couldn’t hold it in. “What about you?”

“I’ll be outside,” Yang Sheng said. “Right in the next room. Call me if you need anything.” His gentle smile didn’t waver, even when Jing Yun grabbed his fingertip and whispered, “Is there another bed out there?”

Yang Sheng chuckled. “Of course not. You’ve been there plenty.”

Jing Yun frowned. “Then you won’t nap?”

“Adults don’t need naps,” Yang Sheng said cheekily. But then he put on a pitiful act, “I’ll just slump on my desk a bit — worst case, sore arms, aching head, but it’s fine. My chair’s comfy enough… except the backrest’s a bit off, really strains the neck…”

He kept talking, sneaking glances at Jing Yun’s face.

Jing Yun’s frown deepened with each word. At last, he blurted out, ears burning red, “Can’t you just sleep with me?”

He turned beet red. They’d never shared a bed before.

Yang Sheng struggled to hold back laughter. “You want me to sleep with you?”

“I—I just don’t want you to be uncomfortable,” Jing Yun stammered. “You said your neck would hurt, and your back’s already injured… And this bed is nice, just small… but I’m thin, I won’t take up space, I can move to the edge…”

By the end, he’d curled up so far to one side he practically became wall decor.

Seeing him like that, Yang Sheng pushed even further. “You won’t do anything to me, right?”

“I—!” Jing Yun’s face was now steaming, and he smacked Yang Sheng’s shoulder with a tiny fist. Unfortunately, he forgot his monster strength.

“Ah—ow! My shoulder! It’s broken!” Yang Sheng dramatically curled up in agony.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry, I’m sorry…” Jing Yun panicked, remembering his strength buff.

It did hurt, to be honest — but not enough to matter. Yang Sheng grabbed his hand and kissed his wrist. “Don’t worry, I’m fine.”

“I was prepared for this kind of risk,” Yang Sheng joked. “But you didn’t answer my question yet.”

Jing Yun shrank again, face flushed, stammering, “I won’t do anything… I’ll turn around, face the wall, okay?”

Too cute. Too, too cute.

Yang Sheng’s mind flooded with a loop of oversized, bold-font captions filled with hearts.

“Then I’m not scared anymore.” He kicked off his shoes and climbed under the covers. The bed was tiny. Even with Jing Yun’s small frame, it was a tight fit for two guys.

Jing Yun felt the mattress dip. His heart thundered. He glued himself to the wall for coolness. Yang Sheng wasn’t even touching his back — which comforted him… and left him weirdly disappointed.

He finally gathered his courage again. “Are you about to fall off?”

“A little,” Yang Sheng replied, controlling his expression.

“Then stay,” Jing Yun said, flipping over quickly — then instantly panicked.

They were so close. Just one nudge and their noses would touch.

Yang Sheng raised his brows, waiting for him to speak.

“W-We can squeeze a little more. Better than lying on your desk.” Jing Yun tugged on his shirt.

“But it’s so small,” Yang Sheng said innocently. “Even if we’re squished together, it’s not enough space.”

Jing Yun swallowed, backed into a corner, and finally whispered, “T-Then hold me. That way we’ll fit.”

Yang Sheng was finally satisfied.

He gently removed Jing Yun’s fogged-up glasses, set them aside, and kissed his flushed cheek. “Why are you so good, huh?”

Jing Yun didn’t dare make a sound. After inviting him, he froze completely.

To his horror, Yang Sheng asked, “Aren’t you hot in that uniform? Want to take it off before sleeping?” He reached over and carefully unbuttoned it.

To Jing Yun, it didn’t feel like undressing — more like a peanut being slowly peeled of its shell… and its skin… until there was nowhere left to hide.

“All done,” Yang Sheng said like a perfect gentleman. Then he spread his arms. “Ready to sleep?”

All the initiative had come from Jing Yun. And his anxious little heart crawled obediently into Yang Sheng’s embrace.

“Sleep, little one.” Yang Sheng held him, resting his chin on Jing Yun’s head. “You’ll need energy for training later.”

Jing Yun didn’t dare hug him back too hard. He was too embarrassed. He buried his face in Yang Sheng’s collarbone and told himself it was just like standing hugs — just horizontal. With a blanket.

But why wasn’t Yang Sheng doing anything?

That thought popped into Jing Yun’s head — the first time in his well-sheltered life.

He thought of Wei Huan and Yun Yongzhou. He’d seen Wei Huan kiss his instructor in public so many times. He even envied him a little. Once, he’d asked Wei Huan, “Were you the more forward one with Instructor Yun?”

Wei Huan had actually thought about it and surprised him. “Not really. Actually, before I even figured out my feelings, Yun Yongzhou was the one who took initiative. He tricked me into watching stars in his dorm, asked me to sleep over, made me hug him — seriously, that guy’s a menace.”

Jing Yun had admired that boldness.

He’d asked, “Did you like it?”

Wei Huan blinked, then smiled in a way Jing Yun would never forget.

“Of course I did. My heart almost exploded. If I didn’t like him a little, how could I fall for those cheesy tricks?” Then he quickly clarified, “Wait wait — I mean we really just slept under the blanket. Nothing else, okay?”

“…Do you guys still just sleep under the blanket now?”

“Uh… depends on how you define sleep…” Wei Huan muttered guiltily. “Sometimes we don’t even need a blanket…”

Now, Jing Yun lay wide awake. He heard Yang Sheng’s breathing turn slow and even — probably exhausted from travel.

He looked up. Yang Sheng’s eyes were closed. No reaction.

Like a little worm, Jing Yun wiggled up and watched. Yang Sheng’s brow furrowed slightly, arm loosened — still asleep.

Yang Sheng really was so handsome. From the first time he’d saved him in the dark zone, Jing Yun had thought so.

Back when Yang Sheng was still an instructor, he always waited patiently for Jing Yun to finish speaking and praised him sincerely. Even when Jing Yun’s super strength accidentally hurt him, he never blamed him.

Although Wei Huan always teased Yang Sheng for being a shameless flirt, the truth was he rarely made any moves on Jing Yun. At most, just a light kiss on the lips.

That, Jing Yun had never told Wei Huan.

Because every time, Wei Huan would laugh and ask, “That twenty-eight-year-old scoundrel hasn’t bullied you, right?”

He hadn’t.

Jing Yun wondered — maybe he just wasn’t very attractive.

He didn’t know where the courage came from, but staring at Yang Sheng’s face, something in his mind jammed… and before he knew it, he leaned in and kissed him.

Still a little dazed, he suddenly realized — Yang Sheng had opened his eyes.

The arm that had been resting behind Jing Yun’s head suddenly held the back of his skull firmly in place.

“Open your mouth.”

Those words carried a kind of magic. Maybe it was because Jing Yun was too flustered, but he instinctively obeyed — and Yang Sheng took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.

It was overwhelming — bold and invasive like never before. The moment their tongues touched, Jing Yun felt like an electric current shot through his body, and he almost started trembling in Yang Sheng’s arms.

“Mmph…”

He couldn’t resist, couldn’t even remember how to breathe. The wet entanglement felt unfamiliar yet intimate. A heat surged up from deep inside him — uncomfortable, yet oddly pleasurable — a strange, conflicting sensation that sent him floating. It was like being thrown into the clouds, soft and wet and slightly terrifying.

But he didn’t want it to stop.

Yang Sheng’s hand slipped to the nape of his neck, fingertips brushing the skin behind his ear. Jing Yun felt like he was about to die — his heart was going to explode. It was even more intense than their first kiss.

When it ended, Yang Sheng opened his eyes and lightly pecked his reddened, moist lips.

His smile was impossibly gentle. “Sorry, I couldn’t help myself.”

Jing Yun suddenly felt like crying. “I thought…”

“Thought what?” Yang Sheng cupped his cheek, gently rubbing it with his thumb.

Jing Yun shook his head and buried his blushing face in Yang Sheng’s chest. After a long silence, he mumbled, “Don’t you… want to do anything with me?”

Yang Sheng had set up so many careful traps, one after another, just waiting for Jing Yun to fall into them. But he honestly hadn’t expected Jing Yun to be this straightforward — to ask something like that so openly. He froze for a moment.

“You dummy, I was teasing you on purpose.”

He sighed and pulled his sweet, innocent little lover into his arms. “I’ve nearly gone insane thinking about it.”

“Every day I tell myself a thousand times: Yang Sheng, he’s still a kid. You can’t take advantage of him.” He chuckled. “I sound like a monk chanting scriptures, don’t I?”

Jing Yun’s head felt fuzzy, like he was drunk. It was a little beyond his understanding. He was ten years younger than Yang Sheng — so yeah, in Yang Sheng’s eyes, he probably was just a kid.

But…

He couldn’t help looking up, meeting Yang Sheng’s eyes. “Then… why did you…”

“Because I like you too much,” Yang Sheng interrupted gently.

I know how precious you are.

For some reason, Jing Yun’s nose suddenly tingled with the urge to cry. He wrapped his arms around Yang Sheng’s neck and planted several loud kisses on his cheek. His voice was tearful as he whispered in his ear, “I really like you too.”

“Hey—don’t whisper in my ear…” Yang Sheng flinched, silently lamenting how this little bunny had no idea how difficult he was making things.

Ah, the hardships of dating an innocent college boy.

“Th-Then… can I come here and nap every day from now on?”

“Of course. Then can I kiss you like this once every day too?”

“O-Of course you can.”

At that moment, Yang Sheng felt like the happiest man alive.

But soon, a thought struck him.

“By the way, baby — our little nap secret has to stay just between us. You can’t tell anyone.”

“Mm.” Jing Yun nodded obediently — then suddenly asked, “What about Ah Heng?”

“…Especially not him.”

“Huh? Why?”

Because if he found out, the entire Shanhai campus would know in no time. He’d probably even post something like [Dean of Fuyou Abuses Authority to Force Pure College Boy into Sharing a Bed] on the campus forum.

“Because he’ll try to steal your little bed. Now go to sleep, baby.”

—Meanwhile, across campus—

The other party involved was currently straddling Yun Yongzhou, tearing open the instructor’s uniform with full criminal intent when he suddenly sneezed three times in a row.

“What’s wrong?”

Wei Huan rubbed his nose. “Tch, too many people love me. Such a burden to be thought of day and night.” Then he grinned and kissed Yun Yongzhou again. “Scared?”

“Scared you’ll r*pe me?”

“Wow… you’re really getting bolder lately…”

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