541: 9.11 Well-behaved And Docile

9.11 Well-behaved And Docile

As soon as they were alone, the first thing Zhao Bolin did was to regain the upper hand which had been lost somewhere along with his composure.  2

Fortunately, the brief intervention from Professor Lou earlier had given him a sufficient amount of time to calm down. Goodness… he really had no idea what was wrong with him. The moment his eyes met with the male student's silver orbs, every inch of his skin tingled like live wire, sending sparks of electricity down to the tip of his fingers. His brain was working too diligently to secrete hormones which caused his physical reaction to go haywire.

He let out a shaky exhale and crossed his arms over his chest so as to not let the other know how affected he was by his mere presence. 

There was actually nothing special about the male student. He was very youthful with elegant features like a refined gentleman; but it was not like Zhao Bolin had not seen any handsome guys before. Appearance notwithstanding, the man had a pair of eyes that did not seem to suit his physique. 

Those eyes… they reminded Zhao Bolin of an intelligent beast, the apex of predators who stared at the world beneath him with utter indifference. They made Zhao Bolin's blood boil and his heart, which had not calmed down ever since, quickened even more.

He really wanted to… see those eyes closely; see if there was really nothing which could be reflected there.

Alas, in his current predicament, he had no way to get close to the other lest his rapid thumping of heartbeat would give himself away. It was really not easy to keep his expression in check. Where would he put his face if the male student found out how flustered he was? He was Professor Zhao Bolin for God's sake! Why would he lose his bearings just because of a stranger? It was utterly absurd!

Seeing how the male student did not move, Zhao Bolin furrowed his brows and spoke with impatience, "Didn't you hear me? I told you to strip so I can check your body. Just take off your shirt is fine." 

The male student's silver eyes seemed to sweep across his chest before raising to his face. However, it was so brief that it must only be Zhao Bolin's imagination. Then he saw the male student move his fingers to sign, [Are you sure?]

Zhao Bolin scoffed. "What kind of question is that? If I told you to strip then strip or…" He reached out to the nearest trolley and grabbed a thin, gleaming scalpel from the tray. "Do you want me to do it?"

Instead of being intimidated, the corner of the student's lips curled up in amusement as though what Zhao Bolin said was really funny. Zhao Bolin almost blew his top off. Damn it, what are you laughing at?! See if you can still laugh if I stab this scalpel into your flesh! 

Perhaps he finally realized how impolite his reaction was, the student flattened his lips into thin lines. Then he grabbed the back of his shirt and pulled it off his body in one smooth movement. Somehow, the ordinary move gave off a feeling of indescribable ambiguity, shrouding the enclosed room with intense pheromones. 

Of course… it must only be Zhao Bolin's imagination! He swallowed thickly and mentally slapped himself to gather his scattered focus. Now that the student had taken his shirt off, Zhao Bolin could finally inspect his body. 

So pale… That was the first thought that slipped into Zhao Bolin's mind. 

His sharp gaze accessed the student from head to toe. At first, he had assumed that the student must be injured somewhere for his complexion to look so ghastly. Then, he immediately crossed the possibility of infection because the student did not show any signs of aggression like other zombies did. He might be injured due to the fight, but he would not necessarily be infected. 

Alas, it would not do anyone good if the fact was exposed to others. Once the root of doubt was planted, then it would be a hassle to rip it out. Hence, Zhao Bolin offered himself to the task and intended to treat the student secretly. This way, he could go out and reassure the others and he could also keep this student's secret. That was the best plan Professor Zhao had thought of in the shortest time possible.

But then he found out… the student was utterly unscathed? He had a few spots of half-dried bloodstains on his body but once he wiped it with alcohol, Zhao Bolin found that the smooth expanse of pale skin was devoid of any injuries he had imagined. 

He could only think of another possibility, "Speak, are you injured somewhere on your legs or are you naturally this pale?" Due to the confusion, Professor Zhao had forgotten to maintain a proper distance and was currently only a few steps away from the other.

The student's fingers moved to form a peace sign. Second choice. So this was his natural skin color, huh?

Too deep in his own thoughts, Professor Zhao snapped out of his trance only to find out that he had unknowingly reached out to touch the student's chest! He flinched when his fingers made contact with icy cold skin and hastily retracted them as though scalded. Professor Zhao immediately retreated and coughed slightly. "Apologies…" How dangerous! He had only let down his guard for a second and this kind of thing happened! "I am just… quite intrigued. You have fought so many zombies out there but there's not even a scratch on your body."

[If you are still not certain,] the student signed slowly as though to emphasize each word. [Do you want me to take off my trousers as well?]

Professor Zhao froze when the question seeped into his brain. He started to feel flustered. T–Take off his trousers? Well, that would be a reasonable course of action if Zhao Bolin really wanted to affirm his doubt but the way the student asked it… it really gave off a completely different meaning! Zhao Bolin snapped his eyes up and as he expected, the student had an amused twinkle on otherwise placid silver eyes! He was just teasing him! 

"You—" Anger shot up Zhao Bolin's head. Who had ever teased the distinguished Professor Zhao before? Everyone either bowed to him in respect or avoided him due to his fearsome reputation, but this student… he was really seeking death!

Zhao Bolin took a deep breath and put a smile on his face. "This student, what's your name?"

[Lu Yizhou.]

For some reason, Zhao Bolin's heart skipped a beat when the name emerged in his mind. "Lu Yizhou…" the name rolled off his tongue smoothly, so easy that it caught him slightly off guard. It felt familiar… so familiar that a pang of pain struck his chest. But Zhao Bolin was sure he had not met this person before, otherwise there was no way he could forget such a contradictory man. 

Zhao Bolin quickly shelved the inappropriate thoughts and continued with an impeccable smile on his face. "Well, Student Lu, now that you're already here, you should know that this building belongs to the biology students. This room we are in is mine and the elevator you have just used to come up is mine as well. It means that from now on, you should be obedient and listen to me, okay? Otherwise, if you're caught by the zombies again, no one will come and rescue you."

Professor Zhao's voice was gentle and pleasing to the ears, but the underlying threat was as clear as daylight. Zhao Bolin did not actually want to scare him, after all the poor student had just narrowly escaped death and entered a safe place. However, he had a nagging feeling that if he did not exert his dominance early on, he would be swept away by Student Lu's rhythm. He could not allow such a thing to happen!

To his surprise, Lu Yizhou nodded solemnly, looking especially well-behaved and docile.

Just as Zhao Bolin thought that he had gone too far in his threat, Student Lu continued to sign, [Professor, now that we're talking about it, does it mean that I have become yours as well? After all… you have saved my life.] After that, he flashed Zhao Bolin a tilting smirk full of cheekiness.

Zhao Bolin was rendered speechless by this audacity. 

Well-behaved? This was clearly someone who was intent on driving him to his early grave!

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