Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 25

“So, your friend now…” Wei Huan tried to speak. He really wanted to know where Su Buyu stood now. From what he’d observed so far, Su Buyu seemed to still miss him.

Losing Yang Sheng had already been extremely painful for him. In those early days, he would dream almost every night of their childhood memories. No matter how dangerous the things he did were, Yang Sheng was always the one watching his back. No matter how big a mistake he made, Yang Sheng was always there to share the burden with him.

Every time he woke up, Wei Huan would be drenched in cold sweat, wanting to rush to him and explain everything, to try and make things right. But he had no proof to clear his name—no explanation could bring back his best friend’s father’s life.

He didn’t want to lose anyone else.

“He’s been gone a long time.” As soon as Su Buyu spoke, his gaze dimmed. “He was a demon. Once they leave, they can’t come back.” He glanced at Wei Huan with forced lightness and smiled. “Even though I said you’re like him, it’s just a feeling. You don’t actually look alike. But I always feel like I can see his shadow in you. Of course, it could just be a trick of my memory since I haven’t seen him in so long.”

Hearing this, Wei Huan was slightly dazed. When he noticed Su Buyu wasn’t continuing, he forced a smile. “If your friend knew how much you missed him, he’d definitely feel very happy.”

“Would he?” Su Buyu’s gaze drifted, looking up at a few birds flying among the clouds.

“If he knew, he’d at least send me a dream.”

Hearing that, Wei Huan paused.

The feeling of being forced to hide the truth was so complicated. Maybe to many people, he seemed carefree and heartless.

But in fact, he had imagined what it would be like after his own death. He had thought about how Yang Sheng would feel when he learned that both his father and Wei Huan had died on the battlefield. He had tried to put himself in that position: if his best friend had caused his own father’s death, what would that feel like?

He had also imagined what Su Buyu—whom he had always treated like a younger brother—had gone through in those seven years after his death.

But what could he do? Those seven years had already passed.

Now, he didn’t dare tell anyone the truth that he had come back. From birth, he had stood at the very top, but now he had to admit he had been mercilessly thrown to the bottom.

The two of them fell silent. Eventually, Su Buyu spoke first, “I shouldn’t have told you something so heavy. It’s kind of weird, isn’t it? Feels like I’m making up some tragic story to win sympathy.”

“Aren’t you curious why Yun Yongzhou would make a pact with a human like me?” Wei Huan knew Su Buyu couldn’t possibly be unaware of this—after all, the entire Shanhai world had already heard about it.

Su Buyu lightly tapped the rim of his cup with his finger. “If I said I wasn’t curious, I’d be lying. But…” The sound of rustling came from the flowering tree behind them. The next second, something fell. Su Buyu waved his hand, and a ball of water appeared mid-air, catching the little fire mouse that had fallen from the crabapple tree.

The water sphere slowly descended and dissolved as it touched the ground. The little fire mouse shook the water from its fur, bowed to Su Buyu, then scurried away.

Watching the little creature leave, Su Buyu turned back. “Where was I just now?”

Wei Huan couldn’t help laughing. Su Buyu was still the same as always. “Looks like you’re actually not that curious.”

“Oh, right.” Su Buyu smiled. “I’ve never really been able to figure out what Yongzhou’s thinking, so I’ve gotten used to it. Besides, not getting involved in other people’s business is usually the safest bet. His family is so prominent, he never has to care about what others think.”

On this, Wei Huan disagreed. He actually thought Yun Yongzhou had to care about too many people’s opinions—that’s why his life was so exhausting.

“You don’t want to get involved, but you still came to find me.”

Su Buyu shrugged. “Not contradictory. I didn’t come because he made a pact with you. Actually, it’s just that the timing made you misunderstand. I wanted to find you right after the selection ceremony ended, but with the new students arriving, I had tons of trivial things to handle, so I got delayed a few days. Honestly, I don’t have anything important to tell you—just wanted to let you know.”

He turned to look at Wei Huan, his gaze gentle. “You’re not an outcast in Shanhai.”

Wei Huan suddenly felt like this scene was so familiar, only the roles were now reversed.

“As long as you accept yourself, believe in yourself, it’s not that hard.”

After saying that, he glanced at the time and stood up from the bench. “It’s getting late, I need to head back to Shangshan.” A faint dimple appeared at the corner of Su Buyu’s mouth. “If you ever need help, just tell me. After all, we both carry human blood—technically speaking, that makes us allies, right?”

Wei Huan nodded, watching Su Buyu turn and walk away.

“Wait.”

Su Buyu turned back, puzzled.

Wei Huan instinctively blurted it out and awkwardly stood up. He almost told Su Buyu his true identity, but in the end, he still didn’t dare to. It wasn’t that he was afraid of being exposed—it was that in this unstable situation, he was truly worried about dragging Su Buyu into it.

“Uh…” Wei Huan raised his empty cup. “Thanks for the juice. I really liked it.”

The corners of Su Buyu’s mouth curved into a smile. “He used to really like it too.” With that, he turned again and walked away.

Wei Huan let out a breath of relief. He couldn’t afford to gamble right now.

He had died as a traitor—it was obviously the result of a carefully planned conspiracy, with hidden traps everywhere. The fewer people who knew he had come back, the better. Dragging Su Buyu into this mess would only make things worse. He really couldn’t lose anyone else.

Throwing the empty paper cup into the trash, Wei Huan returned to class alone. Yang Ling was leaning close to Yan Shanyue, chatting, and the other demons were all casting glances his way—mostly mocking ones, laughing at him for being Yun Yongzhou’s “kept pet.”

Wei Huan walked straight toward his seat, ignoring them. But suddenly, a few clusters of orange flames surrounded him.

“Hey, don’t go.”

Who’s so free to bother me now…

Wei Huan turned around to find a boy sitting on a desk, one leg crossed, watching him with a teasing smile. When Wei Huan turned, the boy propped his hands behind him, jumped off the desk, and walked toward him step by step.

“Don’t be scared. I’m just curious—what exactly did Instructor Yun see in you?”

Tengu scent.

Wei Huan stared at the tengu in front of him—Zhao Xingjian. He remembered the family crest: two orange crescent moons on both earlobes. He’d noticed it the day classes were split. This kid always had a group of followers around him, arrogant as h*ll. With a powerful demon lineage, it wasn’t surprising he had pride—but this one was even more tsundere than Yang Ling. Waste of a good-looking face with a rotten attitude.

Wei Huan shook his head internally. Some people look like school bullies, but inside, they’re nothing but spoiled princesses.

Come to think of it, there’d been a tengu at Fuyao Academy too—just as annoying. But that guy hadn’t had such an eye-piercing red head of hair. Zhao Xingjian… Zhao Yuecheng…

Cr*p—could this kid be the little brother of that big dog?

Their family’s naming game was something else. “Xingjian” and “Yuecheng”? What is this, a lunar-solar legend?

With that in mind, Wei Huan looked again at the boy’s face—it did resemble that big dog. That tengu Zhao Yuecheng used to hang around Yun Yongzhou, always trying to get close, but Yun Yongzhou never paid him the slightest attention. He was always a loner. And that guy, bored and petty, kept giving Wei Huan trouble. He was the most annoying person at Fuyao Academy.

Seven years had passed. He hadn’t seen the big dog yet—but now he’d run into the little pup first.

“I already thought it was weird—how could a human possibly enter Shanhai?” Zhao Xingjian sneered. “Then I heard that you ran into Instructor Yun at the gate and even threw yourself at him. Tch, typical human—resorting to such cheap tricks.” He leaned close and whispered, “You got in through the back door, didn’t you?”

He emphasized “back door” maliciously, his face twisted in mockery. The nearby demon students burst out laughing, bending over with glee.

Zhao Xingjian examined Wei Huan’s face, then jumped down from the desk, walked over, and grabbed his chin.

“For a human, you’re not bad-looking. Maybe fun to keep around for a while. But someone like Instructor Yun, with that kind of background—he’d risk being reported and jeopardizing his family just to bond with you? I just don’t get it. What kind of seductive skills do you have?”

I’d like to know too, pup.

Wei Huan didn’t say a word. He just stared at him, letting him spout off. After being reborn, he’d heard far worse. Nothing fazed him anymore.

“Now that I think about it—you got first on the written exam, and Instructor Yun just happened to be the judge for the combat trial. He was there during your department selection too. Even when you joined a tiny field mission, he ran off to save you.”

Zhao Xingjian circled Wei Huan and suddenly stopped. “Hey, don’t you think all this is just a little too convenient?”

You’re not wrong, Wei Huan thought silently.

Zhao Xingjian didn’t like his calm face. It irritated him. He cleared his throat and craned his neck.

“Even our little Bifang almost got pushed aside by your connections. Good thing it came down to actual ability in the end. Otherwise, if word got out about this kind of corruption, it’d be a disgrace to Shanhai’s ancestors.”

Yang Ling couldn’t take it anymore and slammed the table as she stood.

There you go, she’s mad. Zhao Xingjian was gleeful—until Yang Ling shouted, “Are you brain-dead? Corruption my *ss! That match between me and this dumb human had no cheating. I beat him fair and square!” She paused, then muttered, “Though, yeah, this dumb human talks a lot. He’s annoying, always dragging me into things. He made my brother scold me, and keeps troubling Sister Shanyue…”

Hey now… Wei Huan looked exasperated. Lady, can you stick to the point?

Surrounded by fire, Wei Huan cleared his throat. “But!”

Cut off, Yang Ling forgot what she’d been saying and followed his lead. “But… But he is strong. Brother Yun —no, Instructor Yun—would never help a candidate cheat.”

She glanced at Zhao Xingjian. “Besides, last time during combat class, when he fought the dumb human one-on-one, you didn’t step up to challenge him. So what are you bragging about now?”

Sitting in her seat, Yan Shanyue calmly flipped through her book and lightly added, “Anyway, it definitely won’t be because he likes Instructor Yun.”

This double act was brilliant. Wei Huan instantly got excited—he had been putting on a fake innocent-victim face the whole time, but now he immediately transformed into a gossip-hungry onlooker. “Ohhh~~~”

“What ohhh!” Zhao Xingjian was so angry he couldn’t even speak properly. “Who said I like Instructor Yun? Nonsense!”

Yan Shanyue lifted her face and, with her usual cold tone, looked at the flustered little tengu. “I said you don’t like him.”

The little tengu panicked at once. “Y-yeah, right, I don’t like him!” Then, angrily waving his hand, the flames surrounding Wei Huan instantly disappeared. “I just can’t stand this kind of unfairness!”

The bell rang.

“If what you think is unfair is me being ‘kept,’” Wei Huan finally spoke after the bell stopped, “then you can ask Instructor Yun to keep you too. I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Zhao Xingjian exploded. “Keep me? How is that keeping? That’s called forming a pact!”

Wei Huan gave a calm smile. “Oh right, a pact. Well then, Instructor Yun and I also formed a pact. Since you know that, stop calling it ‘being kept’ all the time—it makes you sound like some ignorant elementary schooler.”

“You—”

“And also,” Wei Huan smiled even sweeter, “do you know what it means to form a pact? It’s like a kind of contract. And what is a contract?”

He strolled along, wagging his head and counting on his fingers. “Round it up, it could be a deed of servitude. Round it up again, it could be a house deed. Round it again, it could even be a marriage deed. And round it one last time, that means…”

Watching Zhao Xingjian’s face grow uglier by the second, Wei Huan felt extremely satisfied inside.

Yang Ling chimed in enthusiastically, “Means what?”

Wei Huan tilted his head proudly. “Means I’m his hus—”

“Wei Huan.”

Sh*t.

Sh*t. Sh*t. SH*T—

Wei Huan instantly sensed the presence of golden crow demon energy right behind him!

His body shuddered uncontrollably, like a mouse that had heard a cat’s meow and lost the strength in its legs. Without even thinking, he instinctively changed the final word he hadn’t finished just now. “…wife.”

After saying it, Wei Huan turned around and forced a smile toward the cold-faced Yun Yongzhou, speaking with zero confidence but maximum shamelessness: “Right, h-husband….”