But after the Fu Shanming matter was completely dealt with, the two had nothing much to do. Since they were free anyway, attending classes was just a way to pass the time.

To be precise, in his original world, his student days had always hovered between intense studies and practical combat. He had never experienced attending classes together with his beloved. It actually felt quite novel.

Although this "beloved" could only be seen by him.

The man's appearance was too eye-catching, and the class they attended for each lesson was fixed. After nearly a year of shared classes, everyone was more or less familiar with each other's faces. The sudden appearance of a highly conspicuous stranger would inevitably draw everyone's scrutiny.

Although He Yan had always had a strong immunity to the gazes of outsiders, if they acted too intimately under the watchful eyes of everyone, it would inevitably be a bit awkward.

With this in mind, when the man eagerly proposed wanting to attend classes with him, he pondered for a moment. Although he agreed to the request, he also required the man to actively conceal his presence.

After He Yan made this request, it was apparent that the man was initially slightly disappointed, probably discouraged that he couldn't publicly stake his claim in front of others today.

After the experience of forcibly holding his hands in front of Fu Chenhua and having his shoulders grabbed on the subway, He Yan had deeply realized that his seemingly very obedient partner was actually scheming every day to mark him as his personal property in front of others, wishing everyone knew about their relationship.

He was on edge all day, not knowing why he had such little sense of security.

Although a bit disappointed at first, after truly following his lover to the classroom, the man discovered some unexpected amusement.

After sitting down next to his lover, taking advantage that no one could see his actions, he could unrestrictedly cling to the person beside him and make many small moves.

Moreover, most interestingly, because his lover didn't conceal his presence, in order not to reveal anything in front of others, even when pestered the most, he would only frown to signal or very softly scold a sentence when others weren't paying attention, with hardly any force in the rejection, completely negligible.

However, before he could pester his lover for too long, right as the professor at the podium began the lecture, an uninvited guest quietly slipped over to them from the back door.

Noticing someone approaching from the corner of his eye, He Yan calmly used the motion of adjusting his clothes to forcefully pry off the man's hand that had already reached his upper arm, and took the chance to shoot the man a warning glance, telling him not to go too far.

The man wearing matching casual clothes lowered his head, gently touching He Yan's forehead with his cool one, a few strands of hair brushing against He Yan's cheek as he lowered his head, that pair of jet-black eyes looking utterly innocent.

Completely unaware of the series of actions between the two, after the uninvited guest plopped down beside him, he revealed a look of surprise, sizing up He Yan who was wearing a whole new set of clothes up and down several times before asking with a face full of doubt: "Hey bro, did you win the lottery?"

Although Han Ziyu's outfit today couldn't be said to be luxurious compared to those truly wealthy second-generation heirs, adding it all up, it couldn't be less than a few thousand yuan. And based on his previous understanding, using a concise word to describe his former roommate's family circumstances: poor.

During the half year he roomed with Han Ziyu, he never saw this guy buy a piece of clothing over a hundred yuan.

How did he suddenly become so loaded now, looking like a complete makeover?

He Yan lazily raised his eyes to glance at this former roommate who took the initiative to stick to him, nodding with real or fake sincerity, joking: "Yeah."

The roommate was also tactful. Seeing that he didn't want to seriously discuss this topic, he didn't press on. Scratching his head, he changed to another subject.

"Hey, you should know already," he lowered his voice substantially, his expression also turning solemn, "the one from the grove incident the other day, it was really our class assistant."

A few days later, hearing someone mention Yan Xixi again, He Yan couldn't help feeling a bit dazed. These two days, almost all his time was occupied by the man, his memory of Yan Xixi had faded a lot. If not for the roommate's sudden mention, he had nearly forgotten this person.

He Yan timely revealed a look of surprise, following his roommate's words to ask: "Really? How is she now?"

Yan Xixi had her life force drained by Xu Xi this Monday, and now it was already Wednesday. Calculating the time, she could live at most one more day before having to report to hell.

This really opened up the roommate's floodgates. Yesterday their only class was physical education. He and Han Ziyu chose different P.E. courses, so yesterday he couldn't catch this guy to discuss these secrets, nearly suffocating him.

For some unknown reason, although he wasn't close with Han Ziyu before, after interacting twice, he inexplicably felt that Han Ziyu was very reliable, a dependable target that he could gossip with without worrying the other party would carelessly leak it.

"I heard the situation isn't good. I have a relative working at the hospital she's staying at, so I know some inside information," the roommate nervously licked his lips, glancing left and right as if they were underground party members making contact, softly narrating: "Yan Xixi's external injuries aren't severe, just some excessive blood loss. But strangely, after being sent to the hospital, her internal organs began rapidly deteriorating for unknown reasons. The hospital tried all sorts of methods with no effect, unable to even slow the rate of deterioration..."

He Yan politely tilted his head slightly, indicating he was listening.

On the other side, the man seemed dissatisfied that his attention was diverted. While the roommate was recounting, he bent down as if to make mischief, imprinting his lips on He Yan's earlobe, causing He Yan's body to stiffen, not daring to make the slightest movement.

"..."

If he knew earlier, he wouldn't have let the man conceal his form. This was simply lifting a rock to smash his own foot.

He Yan couldn't bear it anymore, extending a fine thread of spiritual power to give a warning attack on the man's spiritual sea.

But the man's spiritual sea was probably as thick-skinned as his face. After being poked, not only did he not restrain himself, he also extended a jet-black fine thread of spiritual power and with a "whoosh" entangled He Yan's spiritual power thread, intimately rubbing against it.

He Yan's spiritual power thread stiffened after being entangled, then decisively used force to pull himself out from the jet-black spiritual power thread's entwinement. After fiercely whipping them, he retracted back into his spiritual sea, not planning to come out again.

Losing its target of entanglement, the jet-black spiritual power threads swayed in the air, making a threatening motion towards the worriedly narrating roommate, finally disappointedly retracting back into the spiritual sense sea.

He Yan secretly rolled his eyes.

In the gap while he had a little fight with his partner, the roommate beside him chattered endlessly about matters related to Yan Xixi's strange condition, finally mumbling with a sorrowful expression: "...According to the doctor's estimate, if the rate of deterioration of her internal organs doesn't slow, it's hard to say if she can even last three days."

Although in the past year he didn't have much contact with this class assistant, it was still someone he knew. Suddenly encountering this kind of situation, it was hard not to feel a bit down, fearful of life's impermanence.

Moreover, this matter itself exuded an indescribably strange aura.

Although there were eyewitnesses when Yan Xixi was sent to the hospital, a group of experts studied the wounds on her face for a long time but couldn't figure out how the injuries were caused. Not to mention, after that, all the organs in her body began to fail rapidly as if they had agreed to do so...

It was as if... she had been cursed by someone.

Thinking of the bizarre methods he had seen in TV shows and movies, he couldn't help but shudder.

Seeing He Yan's calm face, he felt somewhat dumbfounded and stammered, "Aren't you afraid? I don't know why, but I always feel that this matter has an eerie aura. Could it be that Yan Xixi offended some powerful figure? Like someone who can cast spells or something..."

When normal people hear about such things, even if they don't turn pale with fright, they couldn't possibly remain as unperturbed as Han Ziyu, right? When he first found out, he was stunned for a long time before he could react. Without even thinking about it, one could imagine how distorted his expression must have been at the time.

After hearing him out, He Yan solemnly educated him, "Don't keep talking about the supernatural. We've all been in school for more than a decade, can't we believe in science? Don't overthink it, maybe the hospital just hasn't identified the cause of the illness yet."

His roommate fell into contemplation, "..."

The non-scientific creature beside him also fell into contemplation, "..."

His roommate seemed to have been moved by his sincere words of education. For the rest of the time, he rarely pulled him aside to talk, but sat in his seat, lost in thought.

However, although there was no more harassment from his roommate, the "little movements" from the other side of the seat never stopped...

As soon as the teacher announced the end of class, He Yan, who had been fighting wits with his partner for the entire class, decisively stood up from his seat and prepared to immediately return to his small rental house without looking back. He would let a paper figurine take his place in the afternoon class.

If he ever had any normal expectations about taking classes with Xuan Qi again, he would change his surname to match his!