Everyone Is Non-Human Except Me [Rebirth] Chapter 81

Since that day, Qing He’s condition finally improved. During the day, he put all his energy into investigating everything related to the Demon Puppet Plan, cooperating with others in the organization. At night, with Yun Yongzhou’s help, he would secretly go to the underground detention cell, staying the entire night until dawn, day after day.

Xie Tianfa remained sealed, unchanged. Days passed one after another. Wei Huan’s identity had been partially exposed, but things were mostly the same as before—except that now he was no longer searching for the truth alone.

“Hey, boss.”

The table was tapped twice. Yan Shanyue, who was reading with his head down, looked up. “Are you trying to shorten my lifespan?”

“Hah, just slipped out. The Nine-Tailed Fox lives long, and you’re only eighteen, so don’t worry—you’ll look like this at forty-eight too.” Wei Huan saw no one was at Yan Shanyue’s desk in front of her, so he swung a leg over and sat backwards on the chair, elbows resting on the desk, grinning as he cupped his face. “Got something to discuss with you—come with me to the detention cell today.”

Yan Shanyue flipped a page and said flatly, “Your kindness is overflowing.”

Wei Huan frowned, “I haven’t even said what for yet.”

Yan Shanyue raised her eyes and raised an eyebrow, signaling for him to continue.

“Well, how to put it…” Wei Huan started, when suddenly a glowing cord slipped out from his sleeve, twisting and squirming like a little loach, then zipped away out of sight. Soon after, Yan Shanyue lowered her head.

“There it is.” The Yuzao Mirror was wrapped by the glowing cord, floating near Wei Huan’s face. “Lend me your precious toy—I’m moving something into the detention cell.”

With a wave of her hand, the mirror wrapped by the glowing cord disappeared, and then reappeared in her hand. Wei Huan blinked, looking back and forth between the empty glowing cord and Yan Shanyue, who said, “Shouldn’t moving stuff be more suitable for Jing Yun?”

“I asked him, but he said he’s embarrassed to carry a big item through Shanhai, feels it’s shameful.” Wei Huan sighed. “He’s kind of right.”

“What are you moving?”

Seeing some negotiation, Wei Huan immediately explained, “See, it’s getting colder now, autumn’s just around the corner. That underground cell is damp and cold. Qing He’s been sleeping on the floor of the ‘Eighteen Layers of H*ll’ every day—I get cold just looking at it.”

The so-called “Eighteen Layers of H*ll” was the nickname Shanhai students gave the lowest detention cell; very few had actually been inside.

“This precious mirror of yours works way better than Little Chongming’s. If I hadn’t lost all my treasures when I died, I wouldn’t have troubled you.” Wei Huan grabbed the frame of the mirror in Yan Shanyue’s hand. “Magic mirror, magic mirror, help me out—Yan Shanyue is the most beautiful little fox in this world.”

Yan Shanyue finally agreed and followed Wei Huan to his home to move a small bed into the underground detention cell. At night, Yun Yongzhou took Qing He inside, and Wei Huan insisted on going along no matter what.

“What’s this?” Qing He touched the small bed. “Who set this up?”

Of course, it was your handsome and kind, the number one little angel of Shanhai—me, Wei Huan. Just as he was about to raise his hand, Qing He said, “Why not get me a fancy king-size bed? A pretty little lemon like me should wake up on a five-hundred-square-foot bed every day.”

Wei Huan lowered his arms and tugged at the corners of his mouth, “I think you’re really better now—completely better.”

Qing He sat on the bed smiling. “It’s pretty soft.”

“Exactly. This is my old bed—from middle school all the way through high school. The quality is excellent.” Wei Huan crossed his arms. “But I replaced all the sheets and stuff, so don’t worry.”

“Thanks.” Qing He put his bag on the bed without zipping it, exposing most of the contents. Wei Huan noticed that inside the bag, besides his control board, was an old-looking notebook.

Yun Yongzhou checked the barrier and the two left the underground detention cell. When they walked out from the carved wall, it was already dark. Many young girls from Jiahui Academy cast glances at them. Wei Huan stood beside Yun Yongzhou and told him about asking Yan Shanyue for help today, but Yun Yongzhou seemed uninterested, just listening silently.

Although Wei Huan usually appeared careless, he was actually sensitive and good at picking up on others’ emotions. Yun Yongzhou was someone he liked, so he was even more sensitive. Suddenly, as they walked, Wei Huan drew a barrier circle, grabbed Yun Yongzhou’s hand, and forcibly pulled him over.

In an instant, they were no longer in the busy memorial square but in a very small space filled with the fresh scent of plants. The surroundings were all wood, with only one side left open, though blocked by huge overlapping leaves of the Areca palm.

This was a hollow mulberry—a mulberry tree with a hollow trunk, typically only three or four meters tall. Yun Yongzhou only now realized that Shanhai actually had such a large hollow mulberry, whose trunk was large enough to fit both of them inside.

“It’s too dark.” Wei Huan snapped his fingers, and a small light appeared above their heads. Yun Yongzhou thought to himself, smiling at how Wei Huan was becoming more reliant on light, but he held back from laughing, not wanting to come back to reality so soon.

The small light spot illuminated Yun Yongzhao’s face; his eyes had now recovered and he no longer wore an eye patch. Wei Huang looked at him and finally asked, “You’re unhappy, aren’t you?”

Yun Yongzhao gently shook his head, silent.

“Liar.” Wei Huang’s expression became vivid, “You’re angry. Why? Tell me quickly.”

Seeing Yun Yongzhao was stubbornly refusing to speak, Wei Huang puckered his lips, grabbed the belt of Yun Yongzhao’s instructor uniform, and unconsciously softened his voice, sounding no different from coaxing, “Tell me.”

Yun Yongzhao glanced down at where Wei Huang’s hand was placed, then looked up again, deliberately indifferent: “Hand.”

“What’s wrong with the hand? Something wrong?” Wei Huang was always someone who went against the grain; now that he’d shed his fragile human guise, he was even more unruly, exactly like seven years ago. Seeing Yun Yongzhao displeased, he got mischievous, changing from just grabbing the belt to flicking it, “Are you going to tell me or not?”

Yun Yongzhao lowered his gaze again and remained silent, letting him slowly pull the entire belt out.

Before Wei Huang could show off holding the black belt, both his hands were grabbed by Yun Yongzhao, raised high above his head, one hand pressed against the hollow mulberry tree’s inner wall.

The faint light from the glowing spot illuminated the belt Wei Huang held. As it swayed, its slender shadow slowly brushed across his face. Wei Huang hadn’t expected to be caught just as he was showing off, his expression a bit stunned.

As soon as he loosened his hand, the belt fell and was caught by Yun Yongzhao’s other hand.

“I am unhappy.” He admitted expressionlessly.

Wei Huang came back to his senses, tried to struggle, but after all he didn’t have the strength of a Golden Crow, so he gave up, “Why?”

Yun Yongzhao’s eyes glanced at the fluttering leaves of the rattan palm and muttered, “You gave that bed to You Qing He.”

“Huh?”

Wei Huang’s mind froze for a moment, then he burst out laughing, louder and louder until the rattan palms parted, revealing the night outside. Yun Yongzhao became even more displeased and covered Wei Huang’s mouth, “What are you laughing at?”

But even with his mouth covered, his eyes were full of laughter.

“Mmm mmm mmm.”

His mouth was tightly covered; he could barely speak.

Only then did Yun Yongzhao release his hand. Wei Huang took a deep breath, “You’re jealous?”

The teasing expression on his face was too obvious. Yun Yongzhao felt embarrassed and didn’t want to respond. Wei Huang became even more exaggerated, “Tsk tsk, so our aloof Golden Crow can get jealous too. I’m so honored, my god, I thought you would…”

Before he could finish his mouthy teasing, golden light suddenly flashed in the small tree hollow. A glowing ribbon appeared, quickly wrapping around Wei Huang’s mouth, sealing it tight like tape, so he couldn’t speak again.

“Mmm! Mmm!”

Yun Yongzhao held his hands down and sealed his mouth, as if this would make him feel better now that his true feelings were exposed. Wei Huang struggled for a while with no result, then quieted down and glared at him with his eyes.

Unexpectedly, Yun Yongzhao finally spoke, his voice muffled, “It’s not just an ordinary bed.”

He hadn’t been unhappy originally, but when he heard Wei Huang say it was the bed he’d slept on since childhood and adolescence, he suddenly felt unhappy. It was an indescribable feeling, just a tightness in his chest.

The smile in Wei Huang’s eyes grew even more obvious. The golden bracelet on his wrist silently disappeared.

Suddenly, a glowing ribbon wound around Yun Yongzhao’s waist, pulling him forcefully forward until he stood right in front of Wei Huang, the distance shrinking to a minimum. Wei Huang stood on tiptoe, through the entangled glowing ribbons, kissed Yun Yongzhao.

This clearly took Yun Yongzhao by surprise. The light ribbons, controlled by thought, became transparent along with the blankness in his mind, and eventually disappeared.

Wei Huang stepped back a little, pursed his lips with a triumphant smile, eyes bright.

“Not angry anymore?” He moved closer and gave a quick peck, “Not angry, right? How was I supposed to know you cared so much about that old bed? I was going to move the guest room bed over, but it was too new and nice, didn’t feel right, so I just brought the little bed. If you don’t like it, I’ll change it tomorrow and give you that bed, okay?”

He rambled on, but Yun Yongzhao didn’t bother responding, just glanced sideways and happened to see the rattan palm leaves covering the hole opening spread slightly, as if revealing little pairs of eyes.

“What are you looking at?!” Wei Huang snapped at the tree hollow, “Close it!”

The curious rattan palm leaves reluctantly closed, covering the hole and their own eyes.

Wei Huang’s tone changed faster than a child’s mood swing — just moments ago fierce, now unbearably soft toward Yun Yongzhao, “Hand hurts~” Yun Yongzhao then remembered he was still holding Wei Huang’s hand and immediately loosened it. Wei Huang cried out, feigning pain as he flailed his wrist, “How could you be so rough, do you like me or not? I really don’t believe it.”

Yun Yongzhao’s eyes looked at him again with an expression that said, What do you want?

Just as the tension eased, Wei Huang quickly climbed up and offered his wrist, “Blow on it for me.”

“What?” Yun Yongzhao didn’t understand.

“Blow—” Wei Huang puckered his lips and blew out, “My mom used to do this when I was little.”

Childish.

Yun Yongzhao gently took his hand; the slightly reddened wrist was brought to his mouth.

No one expected that the mischievous little Golden Crow who used to get into fights with him as a kid would now obey him so obediently. Wei Huang thought proudly, if he had a tail now, it’d probably be wagging to the sky.

But what he didn’t expect was that Yun Yongzhao didn’t just blow on it.

Instead, he kissed his wrist.

His thin, almost translucent skin melted under those lips.

The dim tree hollow, the faint glow, the faint fragrance of plants — all blurry and unclear — but his kiss was vivid and burning hot. The heat seemed to flow along the veins in his wrist into his lungs and chest, climbing up his cheeks and ear tips. Although it was only a kiss on the wrist, Wei Huang’s heartbeat was faster than when he kissed Yun Yongzhao before.

“Instructor Yun.”

Since they laid everything out between them, that form of address had never come up again, so just now Yun Yongzhao felt particularly strange and gripped his arm as he looked at him. Wei Huan’s gaze gradually dropped, and he noticed that every time Yun Yongzhao wore this black uniform, the buttons were always fastened all the way to the top, neat and tight, leaving no room for distraction.

He reached out with his other hand, skillfully and subtly undoing the top button on Yun Yongzhao’s collar.

“Us like this — don’t we look like lovers sneaking around after class?”