Probably because he had been wearing loose clothing for a long time and didn't really go out, his skin color was very light. His flesh was like lamb fat or cow's milk, only showing a little pinkness at the joints where it perspired a bit. Mu Sheng was moving, and his T-shirt moved with him, blocking some of the view. Yan Jiao Sheng's gaze unconsciously followed it. The chair he was gripping also moved with it. The tense expression on Yan Jiao Sheng's face and the shaking of the chair seemed to Mu Sheng like he disliked him and was "disciplining" him. The feeling of imbalance almost made his heart jump out of his narrow chest. Even though the person opposite was Yan Jiao Sheng, Mu Sheng could hardly bear it. That fear of being on the verge of falling made him lose his rationality. "Yan Jiao Sheng!" Mu Sheng called out in a low voice, not caring about being rude by calling his name directly. There was also the occasional grating "creaking" sound of the chair legs rubbing against the floor. It made Mu Sheng's voice sound softer. "I'm afraid." At the classroom entrance, there was some chaotic noise from the sudden incident, but Yan Jiao Sheng could still clearly hear Mu Sheng's voice. Yan Jiao Sheng didn't actually mean it. At first, he just wanted to divert Mu Sheng's attention so he wouldn't look at the entrance. He put the chair down steadily on the floor. "Hey, I won't move you again, you're not going to cry again, are you?" Mu Sheng held back his tears. What does he mean by "hey"? So rude. Moving someone's chair randomly, almost making them fall over, and then saying "hey" this and that. Who was going to cry? So embarrassing. Yan Jiao Sheng was tall, and when Mu Sheng's chair was turned to face him, it made him look even smaller. Mu Sheng couldn't see the chaos at the entrance from his line of sight now. But he could see it through the live broadcast screen. It seemed someone had violated the rules again. Unlike before when nothing happened, a student wearing a white uniform suddenly stood up and walked towards a group of players. It looked like they were going to capture someone.

Mu Sheng kept his head down and didn't speak. Yan Jiao Sheng stared at him, even able to see his cute little hair whorl, and irritably ruffled his own hair. He dragged his chair over to sit across from Mu Sheng. Then he suddenly reached out and pulled Mu Sheng's chair closer. Although Mu Sheng was a boy, with his height taken into account, he must have weighed over 100 pounds, and he was sitting in the chair. Yet Yan Jiao Sheng pulled him over without seeming to exert any effort. Mu Sheng was too stunned to get angry, just looking up at Yan Jiao Sheng blankly. Only then did he react that this strength seemed a bit too much. Yan Jiao Sheng's knees were pressing against Mu Sheng's knees, and his bones were visibly thicker by a full circle. Whether it was because the bones were painfully poking or for some other reason, Yan Jiao Sheng simply spread Mu Sheng's slightly parted legs and extended his own legs in between, pulling their distance even closer. Close enough for Mu Sheng to hear the vigorous heartbeat of the high school student opposite him. Between the two slender straight legs, the muscles of the person who often exercised were as hard as metal and giving off heat. So hot that Mu Sheng didn't dare close his legs. Yet he also didn't dare kick him away. It's not that he completely didn't dare. Mu Sheng was adaptable and could go with the flow - the kind of personality that could dye cloth with just a bit of color. He wasn't very sure, but he could vaguely sense a little. It seemed like...Yan Jiao Sheng wouldn't really hit him. Even being called by his name directly for the first time, he didn't seem angry. But with the other's strength so great, even if Mu Sheng kicked him, he couldn't push him away. Yan Jiao Sheng stared at the tears about to fall from Mu Sheng's eyes: "I'm just asking you who gave you that jacket, can't you say?"

He himself wasn't even aware that his tone was like that of a cuckold husband interrogating his beloved wife about the guy he's cheating on himself with. A bit more time passed, and the person in the white uniform at the entrance was getting very close to the players. The players were at a loss, unwilling to accept it but not daring to resist either. The expressions of terror and despair on their faces almost seemed to appear right in front of the screen. Mu Sheng was asked again, he sniffed, and the mist of tears in his eyes obscured the emotions underneath. "It was that student council member who sits by the door in our class, the one in the first row."

The crystalline droplet that had been held back for a long time finally fell down, landing on Yan Jiao Sheng's pants with a plop and staining a small dark spot. The stupid ordinary NPC seemed to only just realize he had been tricked. Although he didn't know it would violate the death rule so seriously that he'd lose his life, judging from Liu Ang and Yan Jiao Sheng's earlier looks, he definitely couldn't avoid a beating. Both sad and embarrassed, and also restrained in a strange posture by someone else, he started inexplicably telling on the person he disliked:

"He clearly told me that if I got the uniform..."

He didn't finish what the other student had said. But Yan Jiao Sheng had previously considered why Mu Sheng wanted the jacket, and seeing his twisting and aggrieved appearance now, with his knees obediently parted to accommodate Yan Jiao Sheng's legs, he somehow felt thirsty. The more Mu Sheng spoke, the more aggrieved he sounded, his voice evidently nasal, and although it was the first time he was doing this, he told on the other person in a low, soft voice with unusual skill and naturalness. Not at all feigned, to the point that one could empathize with his grievance, though the reason was indeed quite laughable.

Sobbing: "I really believed him, I tried my best to discern it too, I originally thought what he said really, really made a lot of sense."

Yan Jiao Sheng reached out and gently wiped away the damp traces on Mu Sheng's face, his movements excessively tender, but his tone ice-cold:

"I told you not to cry, you had no brain to let someone trick you."

"But no matter how brainless, you've already tried so hard."

"Whoever bullied you is really asking for death."

According to Mu Sheng, the unlucky student he pinned the blame on, the student council member wearing the uniform sitting in the first row by the classroom door, was that special NPC now walking towards the players.

Yan Jiao Sheng was the type to immediately take revenge if he had a grudge, and wouldn't care what the other party was doing. He lifted Mu Sheng up as lightly as picking up a kitten, put him back in his own "nest", and warned: "Stay here, don't move."

Mu Sheng looked at Yan Jiao Sheng leaving with a dazed expression, as if he hadn't immediately reacted to what Yan Jiao Sheng was going to do.

He really did go. Whether it was because he felt humiliated that his subordinate had been tricked, that his dignity had been challenged, or for some other reason.

Mu Sheng suddenly stiffened, seeming to sense something, and twisted his head to meet Liu Ang's gaze fixed on him. No idea when Liu Ang had come over, or how long he had been watching. Mu Sheng's fingers trembled. Carefully examining Liu Ang's eyes, they really did look like vertical pupils, unlike normal human eyes, almost as if truly lying in wait to hunt when staring at someone like this. As if seeing through everything. No telling how long he had been looking this way. Truly a cold, icy venomous snake, hissing with its slender tongue, gauging whether it could swallow its prey.

To a certain extent, these snakes lying in ambush were much harder to deal with than showy big cats. Mu Sheng was forced back against the wall by Liu Ang's approach, pursing his lips, feeling a chill in the ankle Liu Ang had grabbed earlier. Liu Ang's icy fingertips touched Mu Sheng's face, the skin made extra soft from having just been wet by tears, causing his fingertips to sink in slightly. He said, "You really do look pitiful when crying."

Unwilling to let Liu Ang touch his legs in front of him, yet allowing Yan Jiao Sheng to grab his hands and shed tears in front of him. Mu Sheng's face still bore the tear stains Yan Jiao Sheng had left, which Yan Jiao Sheng had wiped off, though Mu Sheng had also haphazardly rubbed at it himself, causing his tender skin to redden.

Liu Ang's tone grew increasingly cold as he used a damp tissue to wipe Mu Sheng's face clean. "Uu."

The chill made Mu Sheng shudder slightly, showing some resistance, but he still stiffly allowed Liu Ang to wipe him. "He made the mess, yet I have to help clean you up."

Tsk.

Yet his movements were very light and careful.