[Comprehensive British and American] Life winners are fake

When he heard Professor Moriarty's kind invitation, Joey originally planned to refuse. After all, he thought that his physique was not bad, and he still didn't want to go to the professor's house to keep him busy.

but--

Joey stood at the door, silently looking at the professor who had already walked in, with a pensive look on his face:

Why is he here?

Obviously he was going to refuse, but why was he led to a wrong idea while chatting with the professor, and really followed the professor to his dormitory?

He blankly recalled the conversation between the two, and finally found a sentence from his memory that made him change his mind——

"Maybe you don't like me that much as a professor, Joe?"

Mingming's tone did not reveal any depression, but the eyes that looked at him seemed to make people feel that he was hurt.

It was as if Joey had done something unforgivable once he refused.

Joey: ...So it's just a very common thing, why does he have a sense of guilt?

The answer to this question probably no one can answer him.

It's all here, and it's impossible for Joey to turn his head and leave. After a daze at the door for a while, he followed into the professor's dormitory.

The teacher's dormitory is better than the student's, at least it is a single room, probably because of this, it looks more spacious, the original white walls are covered with light green wallpaper, and the visual effect is very comfortable at first glance. In addition, the first impression it gives people is-tidy.

Walking in from the door, there is a shoe rack on the right hand side. There are three pairs of shoes neatly placed on it. At first glance, they are the kind of shoes that are often worn. If Joey looks more carefully, he will find that even The toe caps are all aligned into a line.

On the right hand side was the bathroom, because the door was ajar, and Joey couldn't see what it looked like inside.

Going further inside is the living room. The sofa is facing the TV. It is covered with light gray plush sofa cushions, which looks very comfortable. The three cushions are placed separately, and the distance between them seems to be the same. almost.

Looking forward, it is obvious that it is the professor's bedroom, and the door is closed.

It didn't feel good to wear wet clothes all the time, so Joey couldn't help but stretched out his hand and pulled at the neckline, frowning slightly.

"I'll get you a set of clean clothes," said Professor Moriarty, and before he entered his bedroom, he smiled back and joked with Joey, "There is not much difference in height between us. This is probably the fate between teachers and students?"

Joey returned an awkward yet polite smile, and when the professor entered the bedroom, the smile on his face turned blank.

He didn't really understand why the professor looked so happy.

In the bedroom, Moriarty was humming.

The corners of his lips were raised, and his footsteps were light. It took him more than ten seconds to walk to such a short distance in front of the wardrobe.

He didn't expect to find such an interesting person after he temporarily left country Y and the detective who brought him happiness.

After all, those strange superheroes in country M are really annoying. Several of his original contact targets in country M died inexplicably in those emergencies. Apart from being able to train|train a serial killer now, he He almost thought that he would be bored until he returned to Country Y.

Outside the bedroom, because the clothes were all wet, it was not easy to sit on the sofa, so Joey, who could only stand aside, suddenly felt a little cold.

The closed door was opened from the inside, and Professor Moriarty walked out, and handed the set of clothes in his hand to Joey, as if thinking of something, he gave a low laugh:

"I hope you don't mind."

mind?

What did this sentence mean until Joey came out of the shower and was about to change into the clothes the professor gave him.

He picked up the underpants in his clothes, and looked at his drenched underpants, which belonged to him, which he planned to wear like this, and fell into a struggle.

Finally he put it on.

After all, the temptation of dry clothes is really great!While muttering so, Joey changed his clothes onto his body.

Except that the size of the underwear is not so close to the body, everything else is just right.

When he came out of the bathroom, he immediately saw the professor sitting on the sofa, playing with the small bottle of hemostatic spray. He obviously heard the sound of the bathroom door being opened, so he just raised his eyes to look at him. Meet his gaze.

"Looks like a good fit." The professor smiled.

"That..." Joey pointed to the small bottle in Professor Moriarty's hand while fastening the buttons on his cuffs, "You—"

"I'm a little curious, the hemostatic effect of this spray is really good, so—" The smile on the professor's face faded a little, and he said apologetically, "I hope you can forgive me for taking it without your permission. out."

Joey shook his head, saying he didn't mind.

"That's really great," the professor said softly with a reassuring look on his face, "I'm really worried that you won't like me as a professor because of this."

"Actually, Professor, you don't need to be like this," Joey walked to the side of the sofa. He supported the edge of the sofa with one hand, bent down and picked up the backpack from the sofa, and said casually, "I feel that Professor, your attitude is a little too cautious, which makes me feel a little strangeness."

The smile on Moriarty's face froze for a moment, but recovered quickly. Joey didn't notice this. He unzipped his backpack, straightened up, and stretched out his hand to Professor Moriarty, "I have to leave ,professor."

Professor Moriarty handed him the bottle, and seemed to ask casually out of curiosity: "Can you tell me where you bought this from, I get hurt sometimes, so—"

"It was given to me by my relatives," Joey said. He had already thought of this excuse. After all, he didn't say who the relatives were, so others couldn't check it. "I don't know where this hemostatic spray is sold. ,Feel sorry."

"No, you don't need to say sorry to me," Moriarty stretched out his hand and put it on the back of Joey's hand clutching the backpack strap, looking at him intently with black eyes, "You said it, tell me not to be so Be careful, then you don't have to be so unfamiliar with me."

Joey looked at him, his expression was a little moved, his lips opened and closed:

"...Professor." He whispered the title.

The professor with black hair and black eyes still looked at him, as if waiting for something.

"You crushed my backpack."

Moriarty: ...

With a stiff body, he moved back slightly, watched Joey hang the backpack on his shoulders, and then looked at him again, his face was a little nervous, and he was a little embarrassed, as if some words were difficult to say.

A faint hope rose in Moriarty's heart, and he looked at him seriously, as if encouraging him.

"That...cough," Joey paused, his face was a little red, but he finally said it with the professor's encouraging eyes, "I will wash them and return them to the professor, including the one that fits close to you. , if you mind, professor, I can buy you another pair."

Moriarty: ...

? ?

Is this what he was waiting for? ?He didn't want to listen to this sentence at all!

Probably because of his professionalism as a criminal consultant, he could still laugh, and he said softly, "It's okay, you can return it to me anytime."

Joey always felt that he heard a murderous look from this sentence, as if it had been squeezed out from between his teeth. However, when he saw the professor's kind smile, he finally attributed it to his own illusion.

When he was about to leave the professor's dormitory with a backpack filled with his own wet clothes and the umbrella the professor kindly provided in his hand, he stopped at the door and turned to look at the professor standing inside the door.

Moriarty felt so peaceful in his heart that he could even keep a perfect smile on Joey's face, and he felt that no matter what he heard, he would never—

"Professor, you are really good."

Joey blinked and said with a smile, "So, we are friends, right?"

He carefully recalled the professor's previous actions, and felt that maybe the professor was a little lonely because of his personality. After all, when he usually saw the professor on campus, the other party was always alone, probably because of this, the professor's His behavior makes him feel weird.

Because the professor wanted to be friends with him, so he was so cautious.

...It seems that the face is a bit big hahaha, Joey blushed a little, and raised his hand to scratch his cheek. It should be said that the professor is too kind, so he didn't find his own advantages.

Joey waited for Professor Moriarty's answer, and not surprisingly, the professor's smile became more obvious, and his voice sounded very soft:

"of course."

The rain outside was a little lighter, and Joey walked out of the dormitory building holding an umbrella. The rainwater hit the umbrella surface, making a dull sound, and splashing small water flowers.

A boy holding an umbrella walked alone in the rain in a white shirt and black trousers.

His back is straight, the hand holding the umbrella handle is slender and well-articulated, and a backpack is placed on one shoulder. If you look closely, you may be able to see through the thin white fabric that undulates with his steps. butterfly bone.The profile of the side face exposed from under the umbrella is delicate, and along the bridge of the nose, there are thin lips that are slightly pursed. His skin is smooth and healthy pink, which looks so perfect.

An extremely subtle sound, like the sound of a camera shooting, was lost in the sound of rain.

No one knew that someone came to his own basement in this weather, staring at the photo that was about to be printed with bloodshot eyes without blinking, with a strange madness in his whole body.

"It seems... too similar..."

"Ah!"

Joey, who finally walked back to his dormitory, sneezed, and before he took out the key, he found the door opened from the inside.

"Why do you always open the door before me, Eduardo?"

Joey put the umbrella in the corner of the door, and the backpack slipped from his shoulders, and he threw it on the chair. When he turned his head, he found that Eduardo had returned to his desk.

Hearing his question, Eduardo turned his body and looked up lazily at him, "The sound of your walking is very obvious."

"Is the sound of my walking so loud that the door can't stop it?" Joey muttered in a low voice. He picked up the backpack he had put on and walked into the bathroom.

Eduardo walked to the door and looked at Joey, who was washing his clothes. Unlike ordinary boys who wet them with water, rub them casually, wring them out and hang them up. His roommate was surprisingly careful when washing clothes.

He pursed his lips and raised his pretty brows slightly.

In fact, Eduardo has never understood one thing, why his roommate can be meticulous and careless.

For example, if you put it on ordinary people, you probably won’t be so easily confused by Peter’s words, and you may even find out about Eduardo’s abnormality—after all, Eduardo still showed abnormal behavior because of the attraction of blood—— However, Joey has an inexplicable belief that comes from nowhere:

He is an ordinary person, and there is a high probability that there are ordinary people around him.

However, he is careless, but he has good cooking skills, and sometimes he is surprisingly sensitive to the people around him.

"The clothes on your body are not yours."

A cold, but very pleasant voice came from the bathroom door.

Joey continued washing the clothes without looking up, "The professor gave them to me. He saw that my clothes were soaked, so he asked me to change into his clothes."

Eduardo watched Joey and Moriarty take the girl away, so he knew who the professor was referring to without asking. Except for Joey who made him care more, Eduardo rarely paid attention to other people. , His memory allows him to easily remember the names and appearances of those human beings, but he will only be mobilized from memory when needed.

At this moment, he remembered his impression of Moriarty.

"..." Edward opened his mouth more, but finally said nothing.

He didn't feel very good about Moriarty, a human being, maybe because of his pale complexion, maybe because those black eyes didn't look as clean as Joey's.

But after all, this person is Joey's professor, and Eduardo can see that Joey has a good impression of Moriarty. In this case, even if he said something, the other party would only find it strange.

"be careful."

In the end, Eduardo just said this in a low voice.

Joey paused while doing laundry, and couldn't help but look up, but Eduardo had already left, and he could only see his back.

Could it be that Eduardo also knew that someone had murderous intentions for him?

Joey thought about it, and then denied it himself.

No, probably not, after all, even he himself learned about it from the system.

After washing his clothes, he made himself a random dinner. When Joey finally finished his thesis topic and went to bed, he felt a little sore in his body and his legs throbbed a little, just like the pain from his bones, but it was not very obvious. .

However, when he slept until midnight, he felt as if his whole body was being roasted in a stove. He tried hard to relieve the burning sensation, but he still couldn't open his eyes. Like Mars.

Until his groping hand finally came across a trace of coolness, he immediately grasped it tightly as if he had found a life-saving straw, and stuck it to his forehead in a daze.

However, this is not enough.

So with his eyes closed, sweat dripping from his forehead, the frowning black-haired boy moved forward along with the coolness. Finally, after he hugged a big ice cube tightly, he finally sighed contentedly, but he was still a little bit tired. It's a pity why his legs throbbed from time to time, making him unable to confine his limbs to the ice that saved him.

Ice Cube himself: ...

Originally, he came here because he heard Joey's movement in the middle of the night. When Joey accidentally touched the back of his hand, he froze for a moment and didn't pull it out in time. Eduardo, who found that he had an extra pendant on his body, fell silent the next second.

He looked at the 'pendant' on his body and suddenly felt at a loss.

If it was Antonio, Eduardo would have kicked him away before he met him, and gave him a free freezing experience by the way, but now the one hugging him is a human being.

And a human with a particularly good smell of blood.

It must have tasted delicious human.