"The group training match was delayed, and you were assigned a task."
The instructor with golden hair in camouflage uniform handed the task card to Yu, his gaze complicated.
The person sitting across from him looked fragile yet cold, with most of his frost white face hidden under the collar of his windbreaker. He didn't seem like a mercenary, but more like someone from an upper class, elusive and enigmatic.
Being the only oriental student, Yu was too dazzling, and perhaps coming here wasn't a good choice because of that.
The instructor looked at the young man, his tone somewhat low. With a strange accent, he uttered each Chinese word carefully, "You must complete it."
"I will finish it," Yu replied.
Ignoring the meaningful look from Instructor Wright, Yu nodded, and his dense black eyelashes partially concealed his clear eyes, shimmering with a flicker of light.
He was clearly like a jade surrounded by fiery flames. If he lost the trust at the base, he would be like a delicate butterfly with broken wings, leaving marks on every inch of his delicate porcelain-white skin.
Yu took the task card, stood up, and pushed open the door.
His slender waist was bound even tighter by the belt, as delicate as a lotus stem that could snap with a touch. Yet, his owner was a cloud in the sky, a moon in the human realm. His stunning face resembled the falling snow in the ninth heaven.
The base is still not very crowded, after all, it's early morning. The faint morning light spills out a bit of golden warmth through the dense pink clouds on the horizon.
Yu Qiao's mood wasn't bad, he was just confused. They had agreed to a three-year training period before being assigned any official missions, but his training time seemed to be less than a year…
The young man furrowed his brows slightly, with a rare hint of confusion in his eyes, making him appear both gentle and pitiable.
This attracted the attention of the students wearing specific black uniforms, but the protagonist himself remained oblivious.
A group of tall and muscular young men kept turning their heads like naughty kids, which looked ridiculous and funny. Yet, when they looked towards the person at the center of their vision, it felt only natural.
Brother really is too captivating.
Standing in the distance, the youth with deep eyes had a head of shining golden hair, a baby face, and a tall stature.
When Yu Qiao raised his head, he saw someone rushing towards him and hugging him tightly, with the refreshing scent of sunlight filling his nose.
Qiao Yu was taken aback, his waist firmly encircled by someone. When he looked up, it was Pei.
Pei blinked his emerald green eyes, forming a sweet and sticky smile. "Brother, I missed you so much. I thought you had forgotten about Pei."
The warm breath sprayed onto the small patch of porcelain-white skin, causing the person in his arms to tremble sensitively.
Pei innocently blinked his eyes.
If forgetting was the case, that wouldn't be allowed—
Pei leaned his head against the young man's neck, and at this moment, there was a dangerous expression on his face. The curly hair that blocked his eyes seemed to hide some hidden waves.
As if being hugged by a giant doll, Qiao Yu gently comforted, "I won't forget about Pei."
Pei is a friend.
Qiao Yu took off the pendant hanging on him, feeling a bit helpless when he saw Pei's pitiful puppy eyes. "Pei, you've grown taller."
He was no longer the little round ball who was half his height back then.
Pei grumbled discontentedly for a while, but being able to hug brother already made him satisfied. He curiously looked in the direction Qiao Yu had come from and asked, "Brother, did you just receive a mission?"
"Yeah, I don't know when we'll meet again." Qiao Yu's voice was clear and calm as water, as he gently touched Pei's head.
When he came to his senses and realized that Pei had already grown too tall, he decided to give up. However, Pei had already squatted down, looking at his outstretched hand, and rubbed against it. "Pei will always think about brother."
Qiao Yu chuckled, and the radiant glimmer in his azure eyes became even more enchanting, with a tiny beauty mark at the corner of his eye adding to his allure. His lips were as sweet and tempting as if dipped in honey.
He hadn't changed at all, but when he smiled, it was really challenging to people's endurance.
Pei stared at Qiao Yu's slightly moist lips with obsession, but soon reluctantly looked away.
Pei stuck to Qiao Yu one-sidedly for a while before finally letting him go back to the dormitory, reminding Qiao Yu to come and play with him.
"Brother, rest early!" Pei grinned and waved at Qiao Yu from downstairs.
In the instant he turned around, his gaze gradually became cold—this mission clearly shouldn't have been given to Qiao Yu, so who was behind these tricks?
Unaware of the boy's sudden gloomy expression, Qiao Yu propped his chin up.
Treating base training as a game, only Pei and the captain could do that. Qiao Yu watched the boy's retreating figure and couldn't help but feel emotional.
He agreed with Pei, but resting early today was impossible, after all, the mission had already started as soon as he took it on.
Qiao Yu took out the mission card, his slender fingers caressing the target person marked with the letter "K."
"Just a single letter?" he murmured, feeling confused about the strict information blockade that surrounded this group of people. It was unclear even who the mission target was, and that puzzled Qiao Yu.
He thought that the organization would probably assign a contact person when the time came. After all, it wasn't cost-effective to let an intern take on such a risky mission.
At night, the bustling Filona Club was filled with a provocative and ambiguous atmosphere before even entering. The scent of sensual aromas and obscene whispers hung in the air.
"It would be my pleasure to spend a fortune on you, honey," a woman's coquettish laughter echoed one after another.
Qiao Yu quietly slipped into the crowd, following the flow of people. In the process, he accidentally brushed against someone's collar. He quickly spoke up, "I am sorry, sir."
The melodic voice, rarely heard in such a setting, caused the bustling crowd to momentarily freeze.
The man in a tailored suit raised his gaze, his pale gray pupils cold and yet filled with interest. He only caught a glimpse of Qiao Yu's exquisite profile.
Having smoothly passed through, Qiao Yu bypassed the restless dance floor. Just as he was about to go upstairs, a young man dressed in black and white grabbed his arm. When he turned around, he realized the person was also Asian.
"Are you a waiter? Hasn't Billy trained you? Don't bump into people..." The young man's words were cut off as soon as he saw Qiao Yu's face. His face instantly turned red and he stuttered.
Qiao Yu fell silent, he had observed when he entered the bar.
It wasn't the young man's fault. The majority of servers at Filona Bar were of Asian descent, while most of the customers were Western nobles. The difference in physical build between the two was evident, and thus, he had been mistaken for a waiter?
Like having his identity exposed, Qiao Yu began to speak, "I'm not—" Before he could finish, the young man had already nodded to himself.
"That's right, that's right. After all, you're so good-looking."
"You must be a rabbit, but rabbits have to wear uniforms. Otherwise, the manager will deduct your tips."
"The changing room is at the end of the right corridor. Don't get caught by the manager." The young man finished speaking and was called over to serve another table, leaving Qiao Yu still trying to grasp the situation.
He stood there, his body tall and slender. His ink-colored eyes were light and misty, his skin translucent like snow, and his black hair gently falling against his snow-like complexion.
The guests, both in the well-lit and dim areas, discreetly sized him up. In the dance floor ahead, people had already started dancing, and most were feeling somewhat distracted.
Qiao Yu couldn't understand. What did it mean to be a rabbit? But he couldn't ask right then and there. Perhaps it was a term for Eastern customers? But why call them rabbits?
He glanced at his wristwatch and realized he was running out of time. He turned and walked towards the corridor, feeling disappointed as he saw the disappearing young man.
"Maybe this is how it's supposed to be?" Qiao Yu didn't think he was dumb enough to not know how to dress, yet why would the guest's outfit be so revealing?
Long, white legs passed through the leg loop, barely covering the skirt pants that concealed the buttocks. A fluffy ball adorned the tailbone area.
Qiao Yu had no idea what purpose this served. The owner of this bar really didn't understand Chinese aesthetics. He furrowed his brow.
He wasn't wearing white cotton briefs, and his outfit was so thin that it didn't allow any other fabric to be visible. Qiao Yu gave up thinking about it.
He was wearing a white shirt, which looked normal for now. It was the only normal piece of clothing, although the fake chest pads and some strange ropes had already been discarded by Qiao Yu.
Of course, the young man didn't see that. The dim lighting made the white shirt completely translucent, and the two hidden zippers on the back were screaming to devour this "rabbit."
This was the second floor, and the target person was on the third floor. Qiao Yu no longer had the permission to enter, so he hid in a corner and unexpectedly overheard the conversation ahead.
The person was tall, with well-built muscles covered in a healthy wheat color. The bulging arcs exuded a sense of aggression and power.
He should be the bouncer of this bar, Qiao Yu concluded.
"Yes, K. The last collection has not been revealed yet,"
"But your people did not tell us what it was "
Collection? Qiao Yu didn't see the task card stating that there would be an auction or something like that tonight. So it was decided not long ago?
Qiao Yu felt inexplicably uneasy
"Ah, the last piece of collection, ha, I think I found him"
The voice on the phone said without being amplified, so it wasn't very clear. But it didn't stop Qiao Yu from knowing the pleasure of the voice's owner at the moment.
Qiao Yu tried to listen harder. His slim white legs pressed against the wall at the corner, and his back curves, which were partially exposed, were fully visible to the man in the darkness.
He was about to turn around when an arm suddenly restrained him from behind. Qiao Yu's face instinctively turned cold. He tried to push back with his elbow, but the man lightly laughed and held it back. Another hand passed through the black leather thigh loop and pressed down Qiao Yu's leg, preventing him from lifting it.
Qiao Yu couldn't break free. He was amazed by the man's strength and, at the same time, realized he had gotten himself into trouble. "Get off—"
The hand slowly slid up his smooth and delicate thigh, and the rough fingertips sent an electric sensation that made his legs numb. He lost control and softened into the man's embrace.
"You!" Qiao Yu felt the man's hand reaching inward, his eyes slightly widened, and a thin anger appeared on his face.
The next moment, a faint tobacco scent brushed past his nose.
Qiao Yu suddenly felt dizzy and, before closing his eyes, the resonating magnetic voice left a lingering impression in his mind, "The last collection."
He felt like he had had a dream, a dream that was both bizarre and ambiguous.
The vivid and dazzling light suddenly pulled him out of the dream.
The host's passionate praises rushed into his mind.
"The final collection is roses from the East! I am very happy to believe that this is the God of Beauty!"
God of Beauty? From the East?
In the moment the curtain was pulled open, Qiao Yu was almost brought to tears by the glaring light, and his fair face looked empty.
Crystal tears clung to his raven-like long lashes, and his beautiful features were as cold as snow.
The atmosphere in the entire venue reached its climax.
"My god, he is so pretty," a richly dressed lady in the private room exclaimed while using her fan to cover her astonishment.
Her companion beside her agreed, "He is priceless."
Qiao Yu felt trapped in a massive golden cage, still wearing the so-called "rabbit" costume, but in an instant, he had become an auction item.
His soft arms, clinging to the black bars, were now devoid of strength. His fair fingers weakly grasped the edge of the cage before losing their grip.
So, the rabbit referred to the flowing lark?