MTL - They Are Not Human!-Chapter 2 。”

Wen Qing took out the textbook and glanced at the corners of the classroom. Outside the window, there were still no figures of Yu Xing and Ji Yu.

Probably seeing what he was looking for, Sikong tapped the table with his fingertips and said to him, "Only me."

Wen Qing was startled, a little surprised.

Only Sikong?

He tilted his head to look at Sikong, blinked, and asked in a low voice, "Then you also have twelve hours?"

After speaking, Wen Qing took out her phone and checked the class schedule.

This Tuesday, from the first class in the morning to the last class in the afternoon, it was full.

Sikong looked at his profile and said lightly, "Four hours."

Wen Qing's fingertips paused, only four hours?

Three people, twelve hours.

One person, four hours.

Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, remembering the program she saw in Io's computer.

Sikong, Yu Xing, and Ji Yu all went out.

He realized that the three of them had probably negotiated and divided the time equally.

Wen Qing pursed her lips, curled her fingers, and unconsciously clasped the screen of her phone with her fingertips, and asked softly, "What about four hours later?"

Worried that Sikong would be like everyone else, he looked up at Sikong, grabbed the corner of his clothes, and added, "Don't change the subject."

Sikong stared into his eyes, his eyes were full of inexplicable emotions.

Seeing Wen Qing staring straight at him, she said helplessly, "Probably take a nap."

Wen Qing was stunned for two seconds and pursed her lips.

This answer is vague.

He bit his words and asked emphatically, "How long have you been sleeping?"

"Wake up, or sleep forever?"

Sikong couldn't help raising his hand, rubbing his hair, and instead of answering the question directly, he asked, "Are you reluctant to bear me?"

Wen Qing nodded calmly.

Sikong laughed again and said slowly, "If you don't want me, I will wake up."

"After being a coolie for so long, I have to rest."

Wen Qing knew that "he" was referring to Io.

Listening to Sikong's tone, he chose to rest, not forced by Io.

Wen Qing breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he met Teacher Wang's line of sight.

Wen Qing: "…"

He seemed to have forgotten himself a little while chatting with Sikong.

Wen Qing hurriedly lowered her eyes.

Fortunately, Mr. Wang didn't pursue it, and just said casually: "Listen to the class carefully, this knowledge point needs to be tested."

Wen nodded lightly, quietly took out his phone, and checked the time.

You can stay with Sikong for another four hours.

After a while, when Teacher Wang stopped paying attention to them finding a corner, Wen Qing turned sideways and asked Sikong in a low voice, "Wait a minute after class, do we want to skip get out of class?"

"No," Sikong tilted his head to look at him and said softly, "Didn't you always want to go back to the real world and study hard?"

"This is your first class after you come back."

Wen Qing was stunned and asked in a low voice, "Don't you want to do something?"

Sikong said slowly, "There are many things I want to do."

"Experience your life is one of them."

After speaking, he turned a page of the book and reminded: "It's time to take notes."

Wen Qing snorted and wrote down the key explanations.

Sikong sat next to him, he couldn't listen to the class at all, what the teacher said went in his left ear and out in his right ear.

It's all up to Sikong to remind me to take notes here and focus there.

Sikong listened more seriously than him.

In the second class, Wen Qing was finally able to listen to the class by herself.

But when the teacher is talking nonsense, he will look at Sikong.

"...When I was a graduate student in Beautiful Country, my Chinese classmates were mainly divided into two categories..."

The teacher started talking nonsense again.

Wen Qing turned to look at Sikong.

Sikong was looking down at his other textbooks.

I don't know what I saw, and the corners of my lips rose slightly.

Wen Qing couldn't help but lean over and looked down at the textbook: "What are you laughing at?"

Sikong pointed to the after-school exercises in economics and said to him, "You did this wrong."

"The first half is right, the second half starts to scribble."

Wen Qing was puzzled: "Is it funny to do something wrong?"

"It's not funny," Sikong lifted his eyelids, looked at Wen Qing's eyes, and said lightly, "It's cute."

He could imagine Wen Qing biting the barrel of the pen, thinking for a long time, and finally gave up and wrote a random answer.

Wen Qing was a little embarrassed to see him, so she couldn't help but avoid her eyes and said slowly, "How can you see at a glance that I did something wrong."

"Have you read this kind of book yet?"

Sikong nodded and said calmly, "I read it when I'm bored."

Wen Qing was surprised: "Are you bored too?"

Sikong asked back, "Why am I not bored?"

Wen Qing pursed her lips and whispered, "Don't you often admire the scenery or something?"

In his impression, Sikong was admiring the scenery when he was free, and it didn't look like he was bored.

Sikong stroked the pages of the book with his fingertips, his expression indifferent: "No matter how beautiful the scenery is, the more you see it, the more ordinary it will become."

"The change and evolution of animals and plants takes a long period of time. In comparison, humans are more interesting."

"So I like humans."

Saying that, he lifted his eyelids and looked straight at Wen Qing.

Wen Qing was in a trance, and there was an illusion that Sikong was confessing to himself.

He stammered, "I-I like humans too."

Sikong chuckled lightly, and the laughter was fleeting, so fast that Wen Qing thought it was his own delusion.

The next second, Sikong turned sideways, his movements were natural and casual, he leaned into his ear, and said softly, "I like humans, and I like you more."

A cool breath brushed across her cheeks, Wen Qing's eyelashes trembled, and she clenched her pen.

Sikong's performance was not obvious, he had doubts, and felt that he was thinking too much.

He was not sure until he learned about the relationship between Sikong and Io.

After a long time, Wen Qing opened his mouth and wanted to say something.

Sikong sat beside him, lowered his eyelashes, and read the book quietly.

Not for his answer, as if he just wanted to say that.

The morning was over quickly.

Sikong just came to accompany him in class, listened to the class together, reminded him to take notes, without too much physical contact, and did not do anything to disturb his study.

Even Wen Qing felt a little guilty for keeping herself safe.

The last get out of class is over, and there is only one hour left.

Wen Qing quickly packed her textbooks, put on her schoolbag, raised her head and asked Sikong, "Is there any place you want to go? Or something to eat?"

Sikong glanced at the crowd of students outside the window and asked, "What do you want to eat?"

Wen frowned slightly, pursed his lips and said, "I can eat whatever I want, anytime."

"I'm asking for your opinion now."

Sikong pondered for a moment, then asked in a different way, "What do you usually eat?"

"I want to see the day-to-day life of your world."

Wen Qing pursed her lips: "My daily coincidence is to eat in the cafeteria after class."

Sikong made a final decision: "Go to the cafeteria."

At eleven o'clock at noon, at lunch time, the first floor of the cafeteria was crowded with people, and there were long queues at every dining window.

From the window to the table and chairs for eating.

With this long queue, Sikong might not even be able to eat when his time is up.

Wen Qing directly dragged Sikong upstairs and said to Sikong, "Upstairs is ordering, and there are fewer people."

There are three floors in the cafeteria, and the higher you go, the fewer people there are.

The third floor is not so much a canteen as it is a small restaurant with waiters and boxes.

"Do you need a private room?"

Wen Qing said without hesitation, "Yes."

The waiter led them into the box and handed them the menu.

Wen Qing quickly ordered the dishes and handed the menu to the waiter.

The waiter left and the box door was closed.

Only Wen Qing and Sikong were left.

Wen Qing took a sip of water, and realized that Sikong wanted to experience his daily life.

But his daily routine did not include ordering food on the third floor.

Wen Qing turned to look at Sikong, and said dryly, "I've never been to the third floor before."

"This is the first time."

"But rounding up, we still ate in the cafeteria."

Sikong was slightly startled, and grasped the point: "This is the first time?"

Wen nodded lightly.

Sikong half closed his eyes and whispered, "This is the first time..."

Wen Qing blinked and said to him, "Although this is the first time, I have heard other people say which dishes are delicious."

Sikong said slowly, "I suddenly want to make an excessive request."

Wen Qing thought about it and asked tentatively, "You don't want to eat here?"

Sikong leaned in front of him, breathing slightly.

"Can I kiss you?"

"Here, now."