Global Erosion: Non-Human Claims to Be My Mr.

The bell for the end of get out of class echoed between the stairs.

The dense and fine sunlight cast large patches of gold on the blue-gray stairs, and one young boy and girl after another, smiling, passed by quickly.

In the golden sunlight, only the clear and shy eyes paused for a moment and fell on the handsome young man sitting by the window.

In the blink of an eye, the handsome young man seemed to be glowing.

Qin Mo seemed to notice something and pursed his lips for a moment, then he lowered his head slightly, and his black eyelashes moved slightly to cover the flash of expression in his eyes.

Hua Chi sighed silently, closed the book in his hand, and looked out the window at the greenery.

His dark eyes met the various gazes looking here. In an instant, hurried footsteps were heard outside the rear window, and soon only the sound of the wind passing through the corridor was left.

Qin Mo put away the book and smiled shyly at Hua Chi to thank him, but he immediately put away his smile when he sensed the agitated gazes around him becoming more and more agitated.

People who are good-looking can't avoid being looked at a few more times.

Qin Mo understood, but some people would always magnify his unconscious behaviors because of such special attention, thus causing various controversies.

These things often caused disturbances in his daily life, and at the worst time, he was almost asked to suspend classes and take a rest.

Thinking of the troubles, Qin Mo subconsciously wanted to stroke the silver bracelet left by his grandmother on his wrist.

The cold fingertips reached out but missed, and suddenly touched warm skin.

Qin Mo was stunned, his expression became even gloomier.

In the past, he always had two thin silver bracelets crossed on his wrists, which swayed and made pleasant and light sounds.

It was like my grandmother’s soft voice when I was a child.

Looking at his empty wrist, Qin Mo gradually became absent-minded.

A few mornings ago, because some classes were not suitable for wearing jewelry, he had to take off the bracelet on his wrist and put it carefully in his backpack.

He made sure the bracelet was properly put away before leaving.

After returning, Qin Mo walked towards his backpack first, but saw that his backpack was open.

The cracked arc looks like a mouth full of ruthless ridicule.

Mocking Qin Mo for knowing how important the bracelet was to him but still failing to protect him.

Qin Mo didn't know who took his bracelet, and who would deliberately open his backpack without concealing it.

Tell him clearly that I took his things away.

The three tried various methods to find his bracelet but failed, so they could only leave a message and wait for news.

Every second of waiting burned Qin Mo's heart.

The scorching sunlight shining on his body from the window could not melt the sudden chill in Qin Mo's heart.

He had always hidden the bracelet under his overly long sleeves, and everyone else thought it was just a silver bracelet that could be found in any jewelry store.

A plain bracelet without any pattern is not valuable, and many people have the same one on their hands.

Qin Mo thought about it but couldn't find anyone he could suspect. There was too much malice hidden in the sunlight and it blinded him.

The day's classes finally ended when night fell and the stars appeared in the sky. After the students from Qin Mo's class left, the several teaching buildings fell into silence.

Qin Mo used the excuse of going to the library to look for information to let Hua Chi and Xu Xiaolou return to the dormitory first, while he changed direction and left.

He deliberately made a big circle to ensure that the roads leading to the teaching building were empty before heading towards the quiet teaching building.

Summer nights feel like they were set on an invisible fire, and they are hot and unbearable.

Every breath felt like a flame burning in my throat, causing an indescribable dryness.

The wind blew, and the trees on both sides of the road made a rustling sound that was disturbing.

Qin Mo's heart was a little confused, and the occasional sound coming from the shadows made his handsome face look a little helpless.

It's not that he hasn't come to the teaching building at such times. When he has a lot of club tasks, he even spends the night in the teaching building alone.

It was the first time that he felt this kind of unreasonable fear. It was as if his heart had turned into a spring that was suddenly compressed and then stretched quickly.

The sound of the beating heartbeat echoes in my ears in the silent night.

Qin Mo frowned and forced himself to divert his attention, recalling the brightly lit and busy library when he left.

I forced myself to calm down and took out my phone again to check the time.

Time is up......

After confirming the time, Qin Mo put away his phone.

Midnight, this time period is really exciting...

Looking up and taking a deep look at the dark teaching building in front of him, Qin Mo quickened his pace.

In the evening he received a message from someone who said he could return his bracelet but with one condition: he had to go to the teaching building alone at midnight to get it and not reveal any information.

Qin Mo agreed immediately.

The other party then sent a message warning that if it was too early or too late, he might never see his bracelet again.

Qin Mo had no choice but to follow the other party's request.

Later, when he took out his phone to check messages, he found that he could no longer find those two messages.

Qin Mo guessed that the other party might be a hacker or something like that.

The dark corridor was filled with only the bright moonlight shining on the white tiles. The building on the side seemed to be covered with a layer of mist, with only a slight outline visible.

The huge teaching building is like a sleeping ferocious beast, and every time the wind blows, it is an invisible deterrent.

It was like a tiny creature mocking the mayfly shaking the tree.

There would be security personnel patrolling the campus at night. In order to prevent himself from being driven out and reported, Qin Mo decisively put away his phone, squinted his eyes, and checked each door with his hands, looking for the classroom he had been to at night.

Just as he was searching hard and earnestly, he raised his foot and the soft sole of his sneaker stepped on a spot in the corridor where moonlight was quietly flowing.

Like a stream after the winter snow has thawed, the moonlight with its back to Qin Mo flows towards the stairs.

Qin Mo paused in front of the closed door, rubbing his fingertips slightly, and suddenly stopped.

The cold water vapor on his fingertips was like a thread that temporarily stopped him.

It was wet and slightly cold, sticking to my fingertips like the autumn rain that wet the window frame, leaving only a hint of chill.

After hesitating for a while, his slender knuckles touched the slightly raised house number again with confirmation. The sticky and cold breath of his fingertips was particularly abrupt in the hot summer night.

Qin Mo took a step back and slowly placed his fingertips close to the tip of his nose. The smell of rotten iron invaded his lungs with his breath.

Iron smell? No!

He remembered that the house numbers of the teaching building were all printed with red paint, so why did it smell like this?

And the previous doors didn’t have one, only this one had one.

The uneasiness I had been feeling along the way seemed to have reached its peak at this moment.

The surrounding air formed a wall and gradually compressed towards Qin Mo. Every breath required him to use all his strength.

Qin Mo moved to the right and replaced his left hand, using his fingertips to carefully feel the slight bumps on the door.

After a moment, Qin Mo lowered his eyes and pursed his lips.

It was different... The dryness and coolness before turned into the same sticky vapor, and something was being twisted without him noticing.

Subconsciously unwilling to believe it, Qin Mo unconsciously looked for other reasons, thinking that perhaps the door had been used for too long, which led to his mistake.

This smell, which sounds like coagulated blood, is actually the old smell of the gate.

The slight dampness on his fingertips was just the sweat from his own body due to excessive tension, and the illusion caused by suddenly touching an object lower than the human body.

The inconsistency was caused by his own reasons.

The chill that flashed across his back and his increasingly tightly pursed lips silently revealed his true thoughts.

After making sure that he had found the right classroom, Qin Mo took out the key he had received from the class monitor.

In a state of anxiety, he turned the key for the first time but the door didn't open. The key was stuck and no matter how hard he turned it, it wouldn't move, as if he had encountered an invisible wall.

Get the bracelet and go back quickly.

Qin Mo withdrew his hand, wiped it a few times, held his breath, and turned the key again. This time the door was opened smoothly with the key.

With a slight sound, the door slowly moved backwards.

A strong wind suddenly rushed out from behind the door, pushing Qin Mo back a step.