They Are Not Human!

Wen Qing looked at Io in silence. At first, he thought that Io was simply wanting to accompany him in class, but after hearing the latter words, he couldn't help but start thinking wildly.

Isn't Io going to do something in class?

Thinking, Wen Qing raised her eyes vigilantly: "Linear algebra is a small class, and two classes are taught together."

Io bowed his head, and after seeing his eyes, he raised his eyebrows: "Then what?"

"There are also fewer classrooms," Wen said slowly.

Io: "Huh?"

Wen Qing: "Don't mess around."

Io laughed, the corners of his lips raised slightly, he leaned over slowly, and pulled the distance between the two: "I didn't plan to do anything."

Wen Qing keenly captured the key information - originally.

So now you have changed your mind?

"But, you said so," Io stared at his eyes, tilted his head slightly, rubbed his nose affectionately against his cheek, and said casually, "If I don't do more."

"Didn't it live up to your expectations?"

Wen Qing: "…"

Io blinked, lowered his voice, and said in an almost coaxing tone, "But there is another way."

Wen Qing said that he didn't want to know at all, and he knew it was a bad idea without even thinking about it.

But before he could speak, he heard Io: "Your partner will meet your expectations now."

Wen Qing: "…"

"Me," he said after a pause, imitating Io's tone, "I'm looking forward to having a class alone now."

Hearing this, Io chuckled lightly.

Probably because the two were too close, Wen Qing seemed to feel the slight vibration in Io's chest.

The cool breath came towards him, and his eyelashes trembled, restraining the inexplicable anticipation in his heart.

Seeing his dodging eyes, Io licked his lower lip and continued, "Aren't you going to class alone now?"

In other words, I am not human.

Wen Qing: "…"

"Wen Qing?" A familiar voice suddenly sounded behind him.

Wen Qing turned around and saw the squad leader walking over from the entrance of the corridor, greeting with a smile, "You came very early."

Wen Qing replied: "You too."

"I'm used to getting up early," the monitor took two steps forward and walked to the door of the classroom. Seeing that the person standing beside Wen Qing was motionless and had no intention of entering the classroom, he looked up.

Not a student of their college.

The monitor said, "Classmate, there will be classes in this classroom later."

Io looked at him: "I know."

The monitor was stunned for a moment, turned his head to look at Wen Qing, and then looked at Iou again, and suddenly realized: "Ah, he came to class with you, right?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Io raised his eyebrows slightly: "The squad leader is very discerning."

Wen Qing: "…"

The monitor smiled, looked at Iou, and always felt an indescribable sense of familiarity. He asked tentatively, "Have you accompanied Wen Qing to class before?"

"I have the impression that there is such a thing, you are, are..."

Hearing the squad leader say "you", Wen Qing always felt a little strange, and then she heard the squad leader say, "It's Wen Qing's uncle, right?"

"…"

Io's expression instantly froze.

Wen Qing couldn't hold back, and burst into laughter in front of them, unable to stop laughing.

Io was expressionless, so angry that he didn't even say who he was.

The squad leader realized that he had said something wrong, and quickly apologized: "I'm sorry."

"I got the wrong person."

After speaking, he smiled awkwardly, and he didn't know why he thought this person was Uncle, but the word popped out of his mind inexplicably.

"That... I'm in the classroom."

After speaking, the monitor continued to walk forward and entered the classroom through another door.

Wen Qing was still laughing, her eyes were misty and her cheeks were sore and stiff.

Looking at him smiling, most of the dissatisfaction in Io's heart disappeared, and he raised the corner of his mouth and asked, "Do I look old?"

Wen Qing smiled with blurry vision, unable to see Io's expression.

Thinking that Io was still angry, he reluctantly stopped his smile and comforted: "You don't look old."

"Maybe..." He thought about it for a while, and came up with a reasonable excuse, "It's just that he has the temperament of an elder."

Io: "…"

Wen lightly rubbed his eyes, wiped away tears, and continued to comfort Iou: "Actually, the squad leader is praising you."

"If you talk about seniority, it's all ancestors."

Io: "…"

He lowered his eyes and looked at Wen Qing's smile, his eyes were red, his eyelashes were hanging down wetly, and the corners of his lips were still curled up, and he seemed to be in a good mood.

This was the first time that Wen Qing smiled like this in front of him instead of crying.

The corners of Io's lips also rose, and he couldn't help raising his hand and rubbing his gentle hair: "Well, you are right."

"Little ancestor."

Walking into the classroom, in order to avoid embarrassment, Wen Qing picked a seat farther from the monitor, in the corner of the back row.

He sat in the corner of the wall, and Io sat to his left.

There was still half an hour before class, Wen Qingqian took out the textbook to review, glanced at Io from time to time, and saw that Io really didn't mean to disturb him, so he calmed down.

There are a total of four classes in the public administration major, with four classes in the major class and two classes in the minor class.

As class time approaches, more and more students enter the classroom.

Wen Qing reviewed it for a while, then tilted her head to look at Io.

Io rested his chin with one hand and tapped the other hand on the table, boredly looking at the classmates in the front row chatting.

He didn't speak, but looked like he wanted to speak.

Wen Qing took a sip of water and put down the water glass.

After hesitating for a moment, he ripped off Io's sleeve and said softly, "My freshman roommates have all transferred to other majors."

Io turned to look at him.

Wen Qing continued: "So I don't know the rest of the class very well."

After all, only the squad leader is slightly familiar with it.

Io: "Huh?"

Wen Qing continued, "so they might not care who you are."

"Why are you taking classes with me?"

The implication is that these classmates will not come to ask about their relationship.

Io has nowhere to show off.

Io lifted his eyelids and immediately reacted to Wen Qing's thoughts.

He laughed and said softly, "I'm just here to accompany you to class this time."

"Not here to swear sovereignty."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Io looked at him and said casually, "Your partner, I'm afraid you will be lonely in class alone."

"Understood?"

Wen Qing seemed to understand but did not understand, and thought very puzzled, in fact, it is not lonely in class alone.

Learning this kind of thing that requires concentration is better when you are alone, right?

He didn't speak, but Io saw what was in his heart.

Io lowered his eyes, glanced at the empty water glass on the table, picked it up, got up and said, "If you don't feel it, you can feel it now."

After speaking, he turned and left the classroom.

Wen Qing stared at his back for a while, then looked at Io's schoolbag on the table, thinking, is this to leave him alone in the classroom for a while? Feeling a person?

Wen Qing blinked, retracted his thoughts, and lowered his head to continue reviewing.

He bit the pen, his thoughts suddenly stopped, he couldn't see the problem, only the laughter of his classmates could be heard.

The sound of conversation filled the surroundings, and it was... quite noisy.

Thinking about it, Wen Qing glanced at the vacant seat beside him and flexed his fingers.

He glanced at the time, ten minutes had passed.

He seems to really miss Io a little bit.

But it was only ten minutes.

Wen Qing had long since left behind the words Io said at the door of the classroom, "When I finish the class with you, you will think about it".

He is very sober and self-examined, is he a little clingy?

Does this count as morbid?

Wen Qing had never been in a relationship before, so she wasn't sure whether her situation was normal.

After hesitating for a moment, he picked up his mobile phone and clicked on Song Qiang, the only person he knew who had experience in love.

Wen Qing: [Are you there? I want to ask you something. 】

Song Qiang: [Speak! 】

Wen Qing: [Even after falling in love, do you always want to stick to your partner? 】

Song Qiang: [Of course, during the love period, I wish I could stick together 24 hours a day. 】

Wen Qing felt relieved a little, and continued to ask: [So it's normal to want two people to go to class together, right? 】

Song Qiang: [Normal is normal. 】

Song Qiang: [But there is something very important. 】

Wen Qing: [What? 】

Song Qiang: [Is the person you're talking about Io? 】

Wen Qing's fingertips paused, not expecting Song Qiang to be quite sharp.

Suddenly, there was a glass of water in front of him.

Wen Qing raised his eyes, and Io came back.

He sat back in his original position, leaning lazily against the back of the chair, his slender legs casually touching the ground, and he was sluggish all over.

But as soon as he sat down, Wen Qing felt something changed.

The laughter of the classmates was no longer noisy, and the line on behalf of the teacher on the podium seemed inexplicably pleasing to the eye.

Io asked casually, "How are you feeling?"

He tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, his eyebrows raised, waiting for an answer.

Wen Qing blinked and thought for a while, as if answering the teacher's question, and said seriously, "Not lonely."

"But I will miss you."

Io looked slightly startled, and his eyes moved.

This was even more heartwarming than the answer he had imagined.

His Adam's apple moved up and down and lowered his voice: "Classmate Wen Qing."

Wen Qing looked at him suspiciously and said, "I'm telling the truth."

"I know, I believe," Io leaned in front of him and said slowly, "How can you talk so much."

Wen Qing was stunned for a while, thinking, that's a love story?

He hesitated: "Maybe I am gifted?"

Io raised his lips: "What should I do, your partner really wants to kiss you now."

Wen Qing glanced at the classmates around, looked at the teacher again, and patted Io's hand: "Then just bear with it."

Io: "…"

He held Wen Qing's hand back with his fingers intertwined.

Wen Qing subconsciously shrank her hands.

Io turned to the side, letting Wen Qing hold his hand.

The two of them held hands under the table.

Io nodded and said solemnly: "Well, then others can't see it."

Wen Qing: "…"

After hesitating for a while, he did not let go of his hand, and continued to be held by Io quietly.

It was as if they were middle and high school students, secretly falling in love with their teachers and classmates behind their backs.

The heartbeat accelerated inexplicably.

Wen Qing put down the pen, thinking to herself, it's time to lead to class.

Io took a bottle of milk out of nowhere and tore off the straw.

He lowered his head and bit the plastic packaging bag of the straw, tilted his head, tore off the bag, inserted the milk, and handed it to Wen Qing.

"Hey, your partner will reward you."

Wen Qing took it and habitually thanked: "Thank you."

Io flexed his fingers, and the pulp of his fingers inadvertently hooked his palm, causing an itch.

"Be realistic."

Wen Qing drank the milk and turned to look at him.

Io tilted his head and looked at him quietly, as if waiting for him to do something.

Wen Qing thought about it for a while, but couldn't think of anything other than holding hands that was out of the ordinary in the classroom.

He said slowly, "I'll give you the money."

Io: "…"

After a moment of silence, he said without changing his face, "I'm not short of money."

"Lack of love."

Wen Qing: "…"

He whispered, "The teacher is here."

Io glanced at the podium: "Do you want credit?"

Wen Qing lowered her eyes, feeling that something was not right.

Why is it suddenly on credit?

He was about to speak when Io's hoarse voice sounded in his ears: "Look at the teacher again."

Wen Qing looked up at the podium. The teacher was still there, turning on the computer.

"teacher-"

He tilted his head to look at Io, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Lips softened.

The soft touch quickly brushed across the lips, and Wen Qing even felt that the lips were gently sucked.

Soon, it was almost his delusion.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled slightly and her eyes widened.

Io slowly raised his hand and stroked the corner of his lips with his fingertips, as if he was aftertaste.

He raised his eyelids and said with a half-smile, "Charge some interest first."