The Ger Is A Part Timer [BL]

~ 40 ~

Opening the message, Yu Yan swiped through the attached images. He tilted his head, "Fernis, what's this?"

"Check it out later. I'm going first since I have something to attend to," Fernis replied and disappeared out of their assigned training room.

Yu Yan leaned towards Gazef and with a gossipy tone, asked, "You really think it's a lover?"

Gazef, "I wouldn't put it past Fernis to act so pretentiously when he's just constipated."

Yu Yan giggled, "Be careful so that he doesn't hear you. Saving face is important too bah~"

(A/N: 顾全面子 (gù quán miàn zi) – "To preserve face." means to protect one's dignity or reputation, often by avoiding embarrassment or public shame, especially in front of others.)

That evening, everyone except Yu Yan headed out for dinner. Having been exhausted from training and exam preparations, nobody wanted to cook and clean up. At this point, even Chen WangZhi, who could boil noodles now too, felt lazy.

No one besides Yu Yan stayed at the dorm, skipping dinner in exchange for a warm bath. He then took this free time to study some material.

Ping!

He opened his messages to see that Gazef had sent him pictures of the food choices, asking Yu Yan which one he wanted.

Keerrkk—

His stomach growled at all the pictures.

As if telepathically hearing his stomach's protests, Gazef sent another message saying, 'Nevermind, I'll just buy you all of them. Wait for me, I'll be back soon.'

Yu Yan smiled softly before deciding to take a rest. He sat cross-legged on his bed, the gentle hum of the ambient system sounding like a lullaby. He placed a hand to his forehead, then to the back of his neck.

...Warm.

Was he sick?

He opened and closed his palm, eyes scanning through textbook memory. No cough, no fever, no fatigue. Physically and spiritually, he was thriving.

So why did he feel weird?

His body had become much fitter and healthier than it had ever been after attending combat course classes. The only thing he did in excess recently was reviewing in advance for all his classes alike. He couldn't relax much since the exam season was coming up soon and he needed time to prepare for both courses, that of which would be followed by a semestral break.

Hold on...did he perhaps study himself silly?

Half a minute later, he shrugged it off.

With the intention of taking a break, Yu Yan opened his terminal, belatedly remembering Fernis' instructions earlier. He read through the topic that Fernis has sent about the new pods that have arrived for their class.

It seemed that Fernis too had many ears and eyes. Should he ask Abel if Fernis is one of his registered clients? Ah, but he doubts Abel would answer such a confidential question honestly without reparations for accidental leakage—even if the only person to hear about it was him.

(A/N: 耳目众多 (ěr mù zhòng duō) – "Many ears and eyes" describing someone, often times powerful or shrewd, with many informants or ways of gathering intel using or referring to a network of spies, subordinates, or watchers.)

Yu Yan flopped on the bed, trying to imitate the ways of a starfish.

Setting the screen to holographic mode and projecting it to the ceiling, he swiped through the photos a couple of times.

"Hm...?" A pause.

He quickly swiped back upon noticing a small but familiar logo embossed on the sleek metal chassis in the promotional photo. It was nearly hidden away and Yu Yan had to zoom in and enhance the image a couple of times.

Feng Systems?

"Hmm", Yu Yan continued to hum, before sitting up to fiddle with his terminal.

Ring, ring, ring—Click.

Secure call.

The moment it connected, Feng Xuo's face appeared on screen, surrounded by six holographic monitors and one very judgmental Mori.

"Doctor", Yu Yan energetically greeted first with a business-like smile.

"You act as if it was an entirely different person who tied me and dragged me to Feng's lair to exchange for benefits", Mori responded in a scolding tone, ready to raise hell and fire.

Lair? Feng Xuo, on one side, could not help but contemplate which part of his sophisticated home looked like a messy animal's lair. However, he was clever enough not to comment about it lest he draw his Momo's ire.

"My~ How could anyone do that to our doctor?!" Yu Yan placed a hand in front of his mouth in mock surprise.

"..." Mori looked annoyed, a certain vein pulsing angrily on his forehead.

"This nephew will give your regards to my father." Yu Yan laughed, "Jokes and pleasantries aside, I am quite satisfied to see that Doctor Mori looks healthy and happy at Uncle Feng's place."

"How would you know? You never checked up on me, did you?" Mori decisively spoke in a sharp tone despite falling into a more pleasant mood after hearing Yu Yan's words.

"Doctor Mori, my father would not have left you carelessly in other people's hands if that person wasn't capable or suited for you." Yu Yan glanced at Head Feng, who seemed quite pleased at being implicitly called 'capable' and 'suited with Mori', so much that he squeezed the hand he was still holding.

Following Yu Yan's eyes from the screen, Mori looked down at their clasped hands that he forgot. Feng Xuo and him had just finished their clumsy conversation about deciding to give their relationship a try.

Feng Xuo was extremely happy that he held Mori's hands and kissed him, but the recipient of his affection nearly regretted giving the man such happiness—this man was like a full dam whose water had just been released! Thus, it was Yu Yan's call that had saved Mori from a precarious situation.

Unfortunately, their relationship was broadcasted on its first day.

Mori blushed and made an abrupt excuse. The two men didn't even consider believing, "Ah, was XiuYing calling me? I—I'm coming, Ah Ying! Anyway, I have to go, but good to hear from you, Yu Yan!" Mori shyly glanced at Feng Xuo before leaving.

Mori: Mori is here, Ah Ying!

Feng XiuYing: Eh? When did I call Mama?

Once Mori had left to attend to XiuYing, Feng Xuo cast his sights back on the call screen.