Lang Junxian walked over and, out of habit, ruffled Bai Maomao’s messy cowlick.
His tall figure just happened to completely cover the slightly smaller Bai Maomao.
“Are you hungry? I bought the dishes you like.”
Bai Maomao grabbed his hand and tugged him forcefully toward a secluded spot, his expression anxious—was this really the time to discuss food?!
There was a serious, important matter to discuss!
Bai Maomao pulled him to the little path behind the teaching building, sat upright on the bench under a tree, face solemn, a pair of pitch-black eyes fixed steadily on him, wanting to speak but hesitating.
Being stared at like that made Lang Junxian’s heart race, a little nervous, a little expectant.
Bai Maomao thought for a while, then decided it was best to be direct and clear.
He pulled out the wilted Little Vine from his pocket and handed it over,
“I know what species Little Vine is.”
“Oh.”
Lang Junxian felt a bit disappointed, though he didn’t know why, and half-heartedly asked,
“What is it?”
“Devouring Heaven Vine.”
Bai Maomao’s eyes widened, his voice very low, and if you looked closely, there was even a faint excitement.
Lang Junxian silently recalled, confirming he’d never heard of it, so he answered honestly,
“Never heard of it.”
Bai Maomao glared at him in mock anger and explained,
“It’s a really powerful plant, you can tell just from the name.”
If the Bamboo Slip Spirit knew Bai Maomao was only remembering that it was powerful after all that explanation, he’d probably be screaming again.
Lang Junxian poked the supposedly powerful Little Vine, not particularly interested, and gave a perfunctory response,
“Yeah, it does sound pretty impressive.”
Bai Maomao was only focused on the wilted Little Vine in his hands, not noticing that Xiao Hei was just humoring him.
He fretted,
“The Bamboo Slip Spirit said Little Vine needs to eat fresh blood and flesh, but where are we supposed to find that?”
“What kind of blood and flesh?”
Lang Junxian frowned.
Bai Maomao looked confused,
“I don’t know, the Bamboo Slip Spirit didn’t say.”
“Then let’s just buy two chickens and try.”
Lang Junxian suggested calmly.
“Good idea,”
Bai Maomao’s eyes lit up.
He didn’t even care about eating anymore, dragging Xiao Hei out to buy chickens.
Xuan Huang University was located in the suburbs of Guangshi Shi, and most students lived on campus.
Not only was it easier for the school to manage, but more importantly, the school had a Juling Array, so the spiritual energy was much denser than outside.
So except during holidays, students at Xuan Huang University rarely left the campus.
The point is, when Bai Maomao, burning with urgency, dragged Xiao Hei to the school gate, he found there were no cars at all…
The shuttle bus only came on weekends and holidays.
It was only Thursday, so the school gate was completely empty.
No cars.
Bai Maomao: ………………
Fuming, his cheeks puffed out, Bai Maomao dragged Xiao Hei back, their footsteps echoing.
Lang Junxian watched his puffed-up face with interest, unable to resist poking him, earning a fierce glare from Bai Maomao.
He’s still sulking, even making a fuss!
Lang Junxian hooked the corners of his mouth, his mischievous gaze lingering on Bai Maomao’s annoyed expression.
After coaxing the still-unhappy Bai Maomao into eating lunch, Lang Junxian went out to make a call to Wang Jingli.
After selling medicinal herbs once, Wang Jingli had kept in touch with him.
Later, Lang Junxian found some average quality herbs in the warehouse and sent them over, exchanging them for a large sum of money, making their relationship even closer.
When Wang Jingli suddenly received Lang Junxian’s call, he thought there was more business.
But after just a few words, he was asked to deliver two chickens to the school.
Wang Jingli: “…………”???
The minds of cultivators are beyond us mortals.
So that evening, when Lang Junxian arrived carrying two loudly clucking roosters to find Bai Maomao, he was met with the curious stares of the entire dormitory floor’s male students.
Lang Junxian kept a calm face, ignoring the odd looks, and showed the roosters to Bai Maomao as if he were a proud hunter returning with his catch, with a hint of pride.
Sure enough, Bai Maomao was delighted.
He rushed forward to give him a bear hug, then dragged him downstairs in a hurry.
The others: ………………
Is this a new way to flirt with guys?
Why didn’t anyone say so earlier?
So the campus heartthrob likes this kind of thing?
They found a secluded Xiao Shulin.
Lang Junxian set the chickens on the ground, their legs tied so they couldn’t run.
Bai Maomao carefully took Little Vine from his pocket and placed it on one of the roosters.
Little Vine weakly twisted, as if smelling food, wriggled a few times on the rooster, quickly found its neck, and stabbed its sharp vine tip in.
The emerald green vine quickly contracted, as if ravenously gulping down food, and its green body soon turned a faint pink.
Seeing this, Bai Maomao finally let out a sigh of relief.
But Lang Junxian frowned.
He hadn’t really believed Bai Maomao earlier—he’d mostly gotten the chickens to humor him.
But now, seeing Little Vine drain a chicken in moments and immediately latch onto the second, Lang Junxian’s thoughts changed.
He didn’t know if it was really a Devouring Heaven Vine, but he was certain Little Vine was no ordinary plant—maybe even some unknown ferocious creature.
He stepped forward warily, shielding the still-entranced Bai Maomao from Little Vine’s feeding.
Blocked from seeing, Bai Maomao unhappily nudged him, signaling for him to move aside.
Lang Junxian: ………………
Reluctantly moving a bit, Lang Junxian coldly watched as Little Vine, now a deep pink, quickly finished off both chickens.
Two chickens weren’t nearly enough, but for a vine that had been starving for so long, getting two chickens all of a sudden was like a feast.
Little Vine twisted contentedly, carefully wiping the blood off its tip on the chicken feathers.
Then it rubbed up against Bai Maomao’s leg, half-raising its body—asking for a hug.
Before Bai Maomao could pick it up, Lang Junxian beat him to it, pinching up Little Vine.
Without its master’s warm embrace, Little Vine unhappily twisted, stretching toward Bai Maomao.
Lang Junxian quietly tightened his grip, holding it still.
Little Vine grew anxious, waving its sharp tip at Lang Junxian in a show of protest.
Let me go or I’ll bite you.
Lang Junxian stared at it coldly.
The bluffing Little Vine quickly gave up.
Although its intelligence wasn’t high, ever since it accidentally pricked Bai Maomao’s palm and tasted his blood, it felt a strange connection to its master.
Its master liked this person, so it couldn’t eat him.
Little Vine drooped, listlessly flopping onto Lang Junxian’s hand, pretending to be a noodle.
“Don’t bully it.”
Bai Maomao’s heart ached, so he took Little Vine and stuffed it back into his pocket, scolding Lang Junxian in a tone like a wife admonishing her husband not to secretly bully their son,
“He’s still immature.”
Lang Junxian felt a bit satisfied inside, and just barely grunted an agreement, heading back to the dorm to sleep with Bai Maomao.
The next day, rumors spread around the academy that the Yaoli Yuan’s campus heartthrob was into heavy tastes—not flowers, roses, or love letters, but two big roosters were all it took to win the beauty’s heart.
Don’t believe it?
Look at Lang Junxian from the Wuji Yuan—supposedly, he used two chickens to trick the pure, beautiful campus heartthrob, not only hugging him in the dorm, but sneaking off together to Xiao Shulin.
According to insiders, the two stayed in there for nearly an hour before coming out.
As for what they did inside, there’s no need to say—men all know.
And the two missing roosters?
Who cares!
As long as there’s gossip, that’s enough.
Bai Maomao noticed that lately, everyone’s looks toward him were strange—not just the odd people outside, but even the three in his dorm plus Xiao Tu Ji.
Every time they looked at him, their eyes were weird.
One time, Mo Qin even grinned slyly and asked him if he was going to treat the guys to a meal now that things had “worked out.”
Bai Maomao and Little Vine were both dumbfounded.
These days, every day Lang Junxian would bring two chickens to Bai Maomao, and the two would go to Xiao Shulin, feed Little Vine, then return to the dorm to rest together.
Little Vine, well-fed, had grown noticeably plumper, its thin body now rounder, curling around Bai Maomao’s wrist like a jade bracelet.
Bai Maomao was always quiet in front of others, with the image of an untouchable flower on a high peak.
Even if some looks-obsessed admirer fancied him, they only dared to secretly pine after him from afar, not even daring to speak in front of him.
So up till now, Bai Maomao had no idea that rumors about him and Xiao Hei had spread throughout the school.
On the school forum, there were even cp fans of the two of them, with all sorts of heavy-taste fanfics and yellow jokes spreading like wildfire.
Lang Junxian, on the other hand, vaguely knew about it, but for reasons he couldn’t explain, pretended not to, and was happy to see the rumors getting wilder, firmly establishing their place as the campus cp.