They Are Not Human!

Wen Qing looked numbly at the shameless man in front of him.

Professor Chen on the other end of the phone probably also felt speechless. He was silent for a while without speaking, and he could only hear the sound of his heavy breathing coming from the handset.

After a long while, Professor Chen spoke again, and his voice was exhausted: "Which building are you in now?"

Io: "In the bedroom."

"Dorm?" Professor Chen's voice rose slightly, a little surprised, "Didn't you have Teacher Yang's class today in your sophomore year?"

"Really," Io responded perfunctorily, without lifting his eyelids, he said casually, "You must be remembering wrong."

Professor Chen: "…"

"How much is your bedroom?"

Io said the truth: "Dorm 22, 301."

Professor Chen: "Okay, just wait."

Hearing this, Wen Qing was worried for a while, for fear that Professor Chen would come to their dormitory in person.

He was not worried about Io, but worried about what happened to Professor Chen.

"You want to bring it to me in person?" Io raised his eyebrows.

Professor Chen sneered: "You think it's beautiful."

"I'll have other students deliver it to you. Don't miss the phone later."

"The test report will be sent to my mailbox tonight."

Io: "Okay, I-"

"Dududu-"

Before he could finish speaking, the phone was hung up.

Wen Qing seemed to feel a hint of urgency in Professor Chen's behavior of hanging up the phone, and eagerly got rid of Io, so as not to hear any strange words again.

Io didn't care that Professor Chen hung up the phone, so he threw the phone aside and turned on the computer.

Wen Qing withdrew her gaze and lowered her head to read.

After watching for two seconds, he put down the pen again, raised his eyes and asked Io: "Do you have a class in the morning?"

Io clicked the mouse and said calmly, "No."

Wen Qing stared at him for a while, then got up suspiciously, walked to his desk, and looked at the timetable attached to the desk.

Digital Media Technology Major (2) Class

Tuesday morning was full of classes.

Wen Qing turned his head to Io and said, "You are full of classes in the morning."

"Yeah," Io nodded and said without changing his face, "then there will be."

Wen Qing: "…"

He glanced at Io's class yesterday, and it was full from morning to night.

There are many courses for digital media technology majors. After a week, only Friday afternoons are completely absent, and the rest of the time is almost all classes.

Wen Qing sat back in the chair and saw Io's computer screen.

I didn't write a plan, and I didn't make any programs, but played 4399 mini-games on the web page.

It should be that in order not to affect his review, Io did not start the game sound, it was very quiet, only the sound of mouse clicks echoed in the bedroom from time to time.

Wen Qing pursed her lips and asked slowly, "Aren't you going to class?"

"No." Io responded, his fingertips paused.

He paused the game, tilted his head to look at Wen Qing, and asked lazily, "Why did you go to college?"

Wen Qing was stunned, not knowing why he suddenly jumped the topic, but still answered honestly: "For the sake of education, ability and future."

Io nodded, put his chin on one hand, stared into his eyes, and said slowly: "What about me, my purpose is different from yours."

Wen lightly blinked.

Io continued: "Going to college is for one thing."

Wen Qing was puzzled: "What's the matter?"

"Experience life?"

"Pissed off teacher?"

Io: "…"

"Find a wife."

Wen Qing was stunned.

Io raised his eyelids, the corners of his lips rose slightly, and said calmly, "So those classes mean nothing to me except to pass the time."

Wen Qing suddenly remembered that Io's true identity was not human.

During this time, the relationship with Io was too natural, which caused him to forget that Io didn't need certain things in human society.

Io is just to accompany himself, so he is adapting to human society.

"Of course, if you're willing to accompany me to class, it's different."

Io's voice rang in his ears.

Wen Qing regained his senses and no longer bothered about letting Io go to class.

He looked at Io and asked hesitantly, "Doesn't the school have certain requirements for attendance and grades?"

"If you don't take any classes, will you be expelled?"

"Won't the counselor come to you?"

Looking at his worried and tangled appearance, Io laughed and raised his jaw slightly: "Take a good look at your partner."

"He is handsome, smart and capable."

"The professor has to beg me to help him test the software, how could he fire me?"

Io was half-smiling, and his lazy expression was more arrogant and arrogant.

Wen Qing looked at this stinky man and didn't know what to say.

Io was telling the truth, but he didn't want to agree at all.

Once he said something, Io would definitely be more arrogant.

After thinking for a moment, Wen Qing nodded and said to him, "It's fine if you don't go to class."

Io curled his lips and asked, "Can I accompany you?"

"No," Wen Qing shook his head and said seriously, "It's better for your professional teachers."

"You are..." He thought for a while, and finally found a suitable word and said slowly, "Accumulate virtue and do good."

Io: "…"

After Wen Qing finished speaking, he no longer disturbed Eou's great achievements in doing good deeds.

He glanced at the time and continued to lower his head to review.

He was studying hard, and Io didn't bother, and continued to play the 4399 mini-game.

The afternoon class started at 1:30. Wen Qing was reviewing in the dormitory until 12:30, then started to pack her schoolbag and prepare to go out.

Seeing this, Io closed the computer, carried the schoolbag with one hand, and swayed the chair, watching Wen Qing tidy it up.

Wen Qing was very serious when tidying up, her eyebrows were lowered, her lips were pursed, she carefully smoothed out the folds of each page of the textbook, and put the pens neatly into the pencil case.

No obsessive-compulsive disorder, just focusing on doing something.

Io looked at him, his throat moved slightly, and he said, "When will you pack your luggage?"

Wen Qing moved for a while and looked at him blankly: "What luggage?"

Io raised his hand, pointed to the wardrobe, then to the bathroom, and said lazily, "It's what's in the bedroom."

Wen Qing stared at him for a while, and asked tentatively, "You mean to move out?"

Io nodded.

Wen Qing was even more puzzled: "Why do you want to move out?"

Nancheng Community is a long way from the school, so it is not convenient to go to and from get out of class.

"It's more convenient to have a dormitory, and I will have more classes in my junior year."

Io licked his lower lip and said slowly, "I don't think the bedroom is very convenient."

Wen Qing hadn't reacted yet: "Where's the inconvenience? The dormitory area is opposite the teaching area—"

Suddenly, Io took a step forward, raised his hand to squeeze his chin, and the hot breath was suppressed.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, did not dodge, opened his mouth obediently, and let Io entangle the tip of his tongue.

The tip of the tongue touched, the lips and teeth intertwined, and the numbness like an electric current spread to the whole body instantly.

Wen Qing narrowed his eyes comfortably and flexed his fingers. He was about to raise his hand to hook Io's neck.

The sound of passing classmates' conversations suddenly sounded outside the door.

"I really want to find a girlfriend."

"I want, too."

"Women will do."

"Just live."

...

The dormitory door is left open, and someone may come in at any time.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and the movement in her hand changed to pushing Io away.

Io took a step back, raised his hand slowly, wiped the water stains from his lips, and asked again, "Is it convenient?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips, a little confused.

It seems to be inconvenient.

The current situation is that Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng are not there, and it is even more inconvenient to be in the dormitory.

He would be embarrassed, and Song Qiang and Xu Fengfeng should also be uncomfortable.

Just thinking about it, Io said again: "It's okay if the kiss is interrupted."

"If it were any other time, it might really have to go to the doctor."

Wen lightly moved.

Io's words just now added a heavy weight to the balance in his heart.

Wen Qing instantly dismissed the idea of ​​moving out and living together.

It would be convenient to move out, and it would be convenient for Io to suffer his ass.

Wen Qing said dryly, "I think it's very convenient."

"Don't move!"

After he finished speaking, he put on his schoolbag, turned his head and walked out the door.

There was still an hour before the class time, and there were not many people in the corridor. The girl in the lobby on the first floor was particularly noticeable, and the conversation between her and the dormitory aunt was particularly clear.

"Auntie, I'm really not looking for a boyfriend. Our teacher wants me to send a USB flash drive to my classmates. Look, it's here."

The ponytail girl turned her back to Wen Qing, took out a USB flash drive from her pocket, and put it in front of the dormitory aunt.

The dormitory aunt looked at it and said to her, "Just put things here."

"Let your classmates come down and get it."

"Auntie, he doesn't answer my phone. I don't dare to put this thing around. It's an important thing in it. If I lose it, I'll be finished."

"If you don't believe me, why don't we go up together? I'll leave after handing over my things."

The girl's voice became more and more familiar, Wen Qing walked to the door, paused, and turned her head to look.

It was indeed an acquaintance, Li Fang.

Li Fang seemed to sense his sight and turned to look over.

As if she had caught a life-saving straw, she clutched the USB flash drive and rushed to Wen Qing with a single stride: "Teacher!"

"Do you live in this bedroom?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Li Fang said quickly: "That's right, the teacher in our college asked me to send a USB flash drive to a classmate, but the dormitory aunt wouldn't let me go up, and that classmate didn't answer my phone..."

Wen Qing listened and felt that this matter was a little familiar.

Isn't that what Professor Chen said on the phone just now?

He glanced at Iou and interrupted Li Fang: "Are you a digital media technology major?"

Li Fang nodded.

Wen Qing asked again: "Did a professor surnamed Chen ask you to hand over something? About software testing?"

Li Fang opened his eyes wide and was stunned: "Yes! How did you know?"

"Let me hand it over to a classmate named Io."

Wen Qing was silent for a moment, then raised his finger and pointed at Io: "Just give it to him."

Li Fang was stunned for a moment and followed his fingers, only to notice the existence of the man behind Wen Qing.

She stammered and asked, "You, you are Io?"

Io responded perfunctorily.

Li Fang stretched out his hand in a daze and handed him the USB flash drive.

She looked at Io, and then at Wen Qing.

She remembered this man named Io.

The last time I was in the snack street, I saw him and Wen Qing together.

This is the only man she has seen so far who has appeared in the same frame as the teacher twice.

Li Fang hesitated for a while, then lowered his voice: "You and the teacher are..."

Io raised his eyebrows, and before she finished asking the question, she replied, "Yes."

"I'm his boyfriend."

Li Fang had heard this sentence several times, her face remained the same, and she calmly said, "Who is not."

Wen Qing: "…"

Io: "…"