Why Do All the Villains Look at Me Like This? - Chapter 81
Finally, the young man’s words snapped the Silver-Haired Man’s attention back to him. “Uh, let’s hurry up and go.”
Meng Xuexiao had previously assumed the man’s strange behavior was due to his own dawdling, so he quickly tried to make up for it, his tone now urgent.
But this sudden haste only piqued the Silver-Haired Man’s interest further. His long silver hair swished as he tilted his head, brushing against Meng Xuexiao’s fingers.
“Why are you in such a hurry? Where are you planning to go?”
Could he be going to see Yao Huai?
The slight sting made Meng Xuexiao’s fingers involuntarily curl.
What’s with this bizarre phrasing?
Wasn’t the Silver-Haired Man the one who was so eager to leave just now?!
“Just to the dorm…” Meng Xuexiao’s throat tightened as he reflexively tried to answer, quickly swallowing the words before they could escape.
He had indeed wanted to check on his dorm, but the thought of Shen Zekai being there immediately changed his mind.
If he actually brought the man back to the dorm, wouldn’t that be like inviting a wolf into the house? And not just any house, but Shen Zekai’s own home.
“…Let’s go to the sports field instead,” Meng Xuexiao said, abruptly changing the subject.
The silver-haired man’s eyes narrowed instantly.
For some reason, Meng Xuexiao sensed something… something like a shark smelling blood.
Then he heard the man ask, “The sports field?”
It was an ordinary question, but Meng Xuexiao felt as if something had been pierced through… like…
The lie he had just told.
Cold sweat instantly soaked the back of his shirt.
The man pressed on relentlessly, “The place you wanted to go just now was the sports field?”
The man seemed to have finally lost patience, abandoning subtlety and choosing to confront him directly.
“…No,” Meng Xuexiao answered almost instinctively.
He could practically hear his teeth chattering. “The place I originally wanted to go was… the corridor.”
This couldn’t really be considered a lie.
At least, that’s what Meng Xuexiao thought.
Because he was currently walking down the dormitory corridor.
This was the way back to his room, right?
But walking down this corridor felt different from actually entering his room.
He had just glanced furtively in the direction of his dormitory. The lights were off, and the air conditioning wasn’t running. Shen Zekai must be out.
This made things easier. He could take the Silver-Haired Man for a few turns around the corridor, then quickly make an excuse to leave.
After all, he’d already brought him here once. The man shouldn’t dwell on this any further, right?
Meng Xuexiao stole another glance at the man.
The Silver-Haired Man sat in his wheelchair, maintaining a distance of about half an arm’s length. This time, his gaze wasn’t fixed on Meng Xuexiao but instead swept back and forth across the corridor, even scrutinizing the European-style paintings hanging on the walls.
Meng Xuexiao didn’t know whether he should breathe a sigh of relief…
Logically, he should feel relieved. But… the man’s gaze looked suspiciously like he was memorizing the route and… inspecting the place.
To put it bluntly…
It was like catching a cheating husband…
Ahem, ahem, ahem… What the hell?!
Cheating husband?!
Meng Xuexiao was so startled by his own imagination that he nearly bit his tongue.
He mentally spat out “Bah-bah-bah” several times, forcibly trying to forget the thought, terrified the Silver-Haired Man might notice something amiss.
Fortunately, the Silver-Haired Man’s attention seemed focused on the corridor this time, and he didn’t notice Meng Xuexiao’s strange behavior.
But just thenā
“Wasn’t that your dorm just now?” a male voice interjected.
Meng Xuexiao froze instantly, his footsteps halting mid-stride.
He thought he’d already overcome this hurdle. Why was it coming back now?
The speaker was Raven.
Raven had been lying in wait at the Federation Military Academy for days before the duel, so identifying Meng Xuexiao’s dorm had been trivial.
As Raven spoke, he glanced at the Silver-Haired Man, a flicker of smugness in his eyes.
Raven’s hearing was far more acute than Meng Xuexiao’s. He noticed that when he spoke the name “Yao Huai,” the Silver-Haired Man’s heartbeat skipped a beat.
Though subtle, Raven detected it.
The Original Body, usually so cold and indifferent, had actually skipped a beat.
Serves him right!
Raven had finally managed to forge a united front with Meng Xuexiao, who had even been willing to step forward and shield him. But the damned Original Body had ruined everything.
Perhaps in a direct confrontation, Raven wouldn’t stand much of a chance against the Original Body. But when it came to who knew Meng Xuexiao better, who had known him longer, the Original Body was far behind.
Let the Original Body stew in his jealousy!
With that thought, Raven shoved open a door in the corridor. The door swung wide, slamming against the wall with a dullĀ āThudā.
“I remember you used to live in this room, right?”
Silence.
At that moment, Meng Xuexiao was at a loss for words.
Moreover, the room Raven had just pushed open was indeed his dormitory…
His and… Shen Zekai’s dormitory…
So, having a dumb teammate really screws you over…
Almost the instant Raven finished speaking, the silver-haired man’s eyes turned to Meng Xuexiao. “You used to live here?”
He was confirming the truth of Raven’s words…
Meng Xuexiao desperately wanted to answer “no,” but seeing Raven’s unwavering gaze, he silently swallowed the word.
At this point, any attempt to conceal the truth would only make him look more suspicious.
He was truly grateful that Shen Zekai wasn’t in the dormitory right now…
I should just take a quick look and leave…
Meng Xuexiao gritted his teeth, “Yes.”
The moment he answered, the man’s gaze slowly slid into the room, scanning back and forth like… some kind of cold-blooded reptile.
Meng Xuexiao couldn’t help but shiver.
He had a strong feeling that the silver-haired man would simply walk in next, because if he wanted to… no one could stop him.
In that case, he might as well… take back the initiative.
There wasn’t anything particularly valuable in the room anyway. Besides, after being away for so long, his bed had probably been cleaned out, leaving only the bare wooden planks. It might even have a musty, woody smell. A big shot like the Silver-Haired Man would likely lose interest after a quick glance.
Meng Xuexiao reassured himself inwardly, gesturing magnanimously, “If you’d like to take a look inside, please do!”
Almost the instant the words left his mouth, the Silver-Haired Man’s wheelchair creaked and glided into the room ahead of him.
Meng Xuexiao held his breath for a moment before hurrying after him. “Please wait a moment. The bed inside hasn’t been used in a long time, so it might smell…”
The young man had braced himself for the pungent odor of wood, but… instead, he detected only a faint, pleasant aroma of incense.
He couldn’t resist taking a few more sniffs.
His words trailed off naturally.
It seemed Shen Zekai truly knew how to live well, understanding how to protect his nose from the torment of woody smells.
“Which of these two beds belongs to Meng Xuexiao?” The Silver-Haired Man’s voice echoed through the dormitory. The room wasn’t particularly large, so the sound reverberated several times.
Meng Xuexiao, “……”
Seriously? Why are you even asking about this?
I mean, which big shot would care about what kind of bed someone else sleeps on?!
When did this pointless, even bizarre, conversation even start?
Right… it probably began with Raven pointing out which dorm room was his, didn’t it? And then… the topic gradually took on a slightly perverted undertone…
Both dorm rooms and beds are highly personal things!
But compelled by the other party’s status as a big shot, Meng Xuexiao prepared to answer.
The matter was actually quite simple.
In the room, there were two beds: one a bare wooden plank, the other with bedding. Anyone could tell which one belonged to him!
Obviously, it was the bare one…
Wait a minute?
Meng Xuexiao’s brain suddenly froze.
In his mind, there should definitely have been one bare bed. But at this moment, the dorm room contained two perfectly made beds.
Even the blankets were folded into neat, wrinkle-free tofu-like squares.
Exactly as Meng Xuexiao had left them.
This…
Meng Xuexiao’s nose tingled with emotion.
To maintain this pristine state, Shen Zekai must have meticulously tended to it several times each day.
But before Meng Xuexiao could dwell on his thoughts, the Silver-Haired Man’s voice cut through the air once more, “Which of these two beds belongs to Meng Xuexiao?”
Meng Xuexiao remembered the man had asked this question before, repeating it now in the same flat, emotionless tone.
Initially, he had dismissed the question as merely odd, perhaps even a little perverse. But now, perhaps because the earlier interruption had cleared his mind, he finally sensed something truly strange about it.
If the question was genuinely directed at him, wouldn’t it be more natural to ask, “Which one is yours?” Why specifically use his name?
“Which one belongs to Meng Xuexiao?” It sounded so unnatural.
Wait… could it be…?
Meng Xuexiao slowly shifted his gaze toward Raven. But for the first time, Raven avoided his eyes, glancing sideways insteadāhis gaze deliberately avoiding the Silver-Haired Man.
It felt like being caught on a weak spot during a written exam, leaving him resentful and unwilling to accept it.
“As expected,” the Silver-Haired Man said, tilting his chin with an air of knowing.
Meng Xuexiao, however, was completely bewildered, unable to grasp what was happening. He genuinely didn’t understand what either of them was resentful or expecting.
But then, a small voice, not his own, echoed in his mind.
As expected, he doesn’t even know where my bed is.
Still pretending to be familiar.
He probably just guessed the dormitory door earlier.
How embarrassing.
Meng Xuexiao, “……”
When he first heard the voice, he was startled, thinking the Silver-Haired Man had spoken aloud. Now, he realized it was likely the mark acting up again.
Previously, he could only sense emotions, but now he could even hear thoughts…
What surprised him even more was that the other man had gone through all this trouble just to retaliate against Raven’s earlier remark about knowing his room number…
Are all big shots this petty and narrow-minded?!
Meng Xuexiao furtively glanced at the silver-haired man.
The man immediately sensed his gaze and calmly returned it.
His expression remained unchanged, but then, as if bored, he flicked a strand of silver hair that had fallen over his shoulder.
He moved with the effortless grace of a seated on his throne.
Seeing such a man, Meng Xuexiao’s heart skipped a beat.
Could I have misheard his earlier thoughts…?
A true big shot is indeed a big shot!
But Meng Xuexiao’s self-reassurance shattered in the next moment.
The silver-haired man turned his wheelchair toward the bed by the window, reached out, and pinched a corner of the blanket, as if checking its material and… comfort.
What’s with this act of choosing a place to stay?!
Most importantly…
The bed by the window is Shen Zekai’s!
Meng Xuexiao couldn’t let the Silver-Haired Man touch Shen Zekai’s bed under any circumstances. He immediately spoke up, “My bed is actuallyā”
But before he could finish, the Silver-Haired Man interrupted, “Your bed is the other one. I know.”
His expression remained calm, showing no signs of lying.
A moment later, the Silver-Haired Man added, “The kitten pattern on your bedsheets is quite charming.”
Meng Xuexiao stared blankly.
He glanced at his own bedsheets, covered in colorful illustrations of kittens in various poses, then back at the Silver-Haired Man.
If you know it’s not my bed, why are you still touching it?!
Meng Xuexiao was utterly bewildered. Yet the Silver-Haired Man’s expression remained unchanged, his gaze even bordering on gentlemanly…
It was as if a gentleman from ancient times, unwilling to intrude upon a young lady’s privacy, would never dare touch her bedchamber. Instead, he would settle for the next best optionāthe seat beside her…
What is this utter nonsense?!
Left with no other option, Meng Xuexiao clung to his last shred of hope and turned to Raven.
He hadn’t particularly liked Raven’s large mouth before, but at this moment, he desperately wished the other man would say moreāanything to make the Silver-Haired Man change his mind.
Instead, Raven surveyed the entire room with a critical eye, like a male bird meticulously inspecting a nest for a female.
Finally, his gaze settled on the bed where the Silver-Haired Man was twisting the blanket.
This is bad!
That was the only thought Meng Xuexiao could muster.
Then he watched as Raven strode over, head held high. “Original Body, I heard you don’t need sleep. Occupying such a large bedādon’t you think it’s wasteā”
Before he could finish the word “wasteful,” the door, which hadn’t been properly closed, was violently shoved open.
A young man carrying a stack of books entered the room. He had grown noticeably taller, and traces of the original Shen Zekai remained in his appearance, but the gentle smile that had always graced his face was gone.
It was as if… he had undergone a complete transformation in some fundamental way.
Shen Zekai’s vigilance was now far sharper than before. If Meng Xuexiao hadn’t been captured, he might have hesitated slightly at such an anomaly.
But now, his reaction was swift and decisive, rivaling that of a highly trained soldier.
He quickly discarded the books obstructing his movement, the heavy stack crashing to the floor with a dullĀ āThudāĀ as the thick spines struck the floor.
Stepping on a fallen book, he swiftly locked onto the two terrifying intruders in the room, his gaze then settling on the object of their silent struggleā
His bed.
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