Pei Yao wasn’t afraid of him running off and let go of his hand.
“Follow me.” He took the lead and walked ahead.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He pursed his lips and followed.
Pei Yao glanced sideways at him. “You’re not afraid?”
Mu Chenxing stayed calm. “Afraid of what? The school has cameras everywhere—they’ve got your face on record. If something happened to me today, you’d be the first one they drag in.”
Omegas were fragile, but the all-encompassing protections for them in this interstellar society weren’t just for show.
The physiological traits and structures of Omegas and Alphas had existed in this society for thousands of years. Setting aside those traits, Omegas were no different from Alphas—or from the men and women in his original society.
Sure, crimes happened, but the rate was low.
He’d checked the data from the past fifty years: the odds of an Omega getting into trouble were even lower than in his old world. It only seemed high because of the Alliance’s massive population.
And Central Star had the lowest crime rate in the entire Alliance.
Last time something happened to him, it was either someone stirring up trouble or he’d just been extremely unlucky.
So he wasn’t worried at all.
He stayed calm, but Pei Yao started trying to scare him. “What if I have connections that reach the heavens? What if I can bury the whole crime?”
Mu Chenxing: “If you had that kind of power, whether I get out today or not wouldn’t make a difference.”
Pei Yao laughed again. “You’ve got some guts.”
“Thanks for the compliment.” Mu Chenxing pulled up his Holo-Screen. “Still, I’m just a delicate little Omega, so just in case, I’ll check in with my teachers and roommates.”
Pei Yao burst out laughing. “Go ahead, check in.”
Mu Chenxing: “Where are we eating?”
Pei Yao didn’t hesitate. “Orchid Fragrance Pavilion. Their food’s pretty good.”
Mu Chenxing shot him a look. Prepared for this already?
He lowered his gaze. “Which Orchid, which Fragrance? What’s the address?”
Pei Yao straightforwardly opened his wristband and sent him a location pin.
Mu Chenxing praised offhandedly, “Not bad.”
Pei Yao gave him a look.
Mu Chenxing checked the pin—it was less than 20 kilometers away. At current traffic speeds, just a few minutes.
He asked, “You came to school for official business, right? Since you’re sending me the location, your schedule today doesn’t need to stay secret, does it?”
Pei Yao’s lips curved up, but he countered with a question. “Why do you think my schedule needs to be secret?”
Mu Chenxing forwarded the pin to his roommate group chat and typed quickly, answering casually, “The police and our school can’t contact you directly. I’m guessing you value your privacy.”
Of course, that was the polite version.
Pei Yao snorted a laugh and nodded. “Fair enough. Then I’ll trouble you to keep it confidential for me.”
Mu Chenxing: “…Got it.”
He raised his hand and snap—took a photo of him.
Pei Yao: “?”
He raised a brow. “Taking my picture? So eager to snap a handsome shot of your husband already?”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He kicked out—
Pei Yao grabbed his calf again, grinning. “In broad daylight like this, always tempting me isn’t good, is it?”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Can’t curse him out—he’s my lifesaver.
He kept a straight face. “We eating or not?”
Pei Yao: “We don’t have to. You’re only 18—a bit young—but we could play something else first—”
Mu Chenxing used the grip to spin in place and kick out with his other leg.
Pei Yao raised a brow, released him, and blocked with one hand.
Mu Chenxing landed smoothly and kicked again.
Pei Yao stood in place, one hand in his pocket, the other blocking every attack Mu Chenxing threw at him.
He even grinned and commented, “Left leg’s a bit weak—work on that. Right leg angle’s good; just needs to be faster. Speed like yours leaves your front wide open—that’s a big no-no.”
Gasps came from nearby, and some people stopped to point.
The guy’s still yapping away.
If they kept going, it’d hit the Campus Network again.
—A fight can be lost, but face can’t.
Mu Chenxing stopped.
Pei Yao looked eager. “Why stop? Come on, let me see your fists next.”
Mu Chenxing gave him a death glare. “We eating or not? If not, don’t waste my time.”
Pei Yao paused, then smiled. “We are.”
Mu Chenxing: “Lead the way.”
Pei Yao seemed good-tempered, smiling as he made a “please” gesture.
Mu Chenxing shot him a cold look, kept his head down typing a message, and said, “I sent your photo to my roommates and teachers.”
Before the other could speak, he looked up with a cold smirk. “Solidifying the evidence.”
Pei Yao: “…”
His smile didn’t fade a bit.
Mu Chenxing ignored him and kept typing.
After a few messages, Tong Xiao couldn’t wait and called with a video chat.
Mu Chenxing answered without thinking—
“Who the hell is this?! Not a teacher, not a student—what wild man did you pick up?!”
Mu Chenxing winced and stretched his arm out to save his eardrums.
Tong Xiao kept going. “Where’d you meet this Alpha? How long have you known him? How are you going out to eat alone with him?? You #W%^$^$&—”
“Alright, let’s hear what Xingxing has to say.” Tao Xirui’s weak voice came through.
Then Xia Weizhen leaned in. “Xingxing, we don’t know anything about this guy. Going off alone with him is dangerous.”
Mu Chenxing: “It’s the officer who saved me before. He came to school, probably to assist with a case. I’m just treating him to a meal.”
Silence for two seconds.
“No, wait—why are you the only one? Where are the school leaders or department heads? Is he up to no good?!”
“Even if he’s an officer, we don’t know his character—”
Mu Chenxing cut them off quickly. “I’m just grabbing dinner. I sent you the location and photo. If I’m not back before afternoon class, remember to call the cops for me.”
His roommates: “…”
“If the food isn’t too pricey, I’ll bring you guys some desserts. That’s it.” He hung up fast.
Pei Yao tsked. “You don’t need my permission to send my photo?”
Mu Chenxing kept messaging to soothe his roommates, not looking up. “You didn’t ask if I agreed when you threatened me into dinner.”
Pei Yao: “How’s that a threat? Everyone’s gotta eat, right?”
Mu Chenxing finished messaging, looked up, and said flatly, “Everyone’s gotta die someday too—so go die.”
Pei Yao chuckled low, eyes locked on him. “You’re really not afraid of me.”
Mu Chenxing ignored him. “I haven’t murdered or arsoned anything. Why should I be?”
He walked a few steps ahead, heard no footsteps, and frowned back. “Why are you standing there? Hurry up—I gotta get back for class.”
Pei Yao smiled faintly and caught up. “You love studying that much?”
Mu Chenxing deadpanned: “Hate it.”
Pei Yao: “…Then is it that the afternoon teacher takes roll? Need me to get you an excused absence?”
Mu Chenxing: “Can you take my exams for me?”
“…No.”
Mu Chenxing: “Then shut up.”
Pei Yao: “…”
He looked him over twice, then chuckled again.
Mu Chenxing swallowed his retort, shoved his hands in his pockets, and quickened his pace.
Pei Yao sauntered leisurely behind him, not talking or leading—just giving directions at turns or forks.
Nearly ten minutes later, they reached the landing pad.
…A landing pad.
Mu Chenxing stared at the flight vehicle behind the crash barrier, eyes lighting up.
He’d only seen ones flying in the sky before—mostly large public transports, and the few private ones couldn’t compare to this one’s… beauty.
Sleek lines, silver-gray body, tinted privacy glass all around, high-tech metal gleaming with fashion. It screamed “expensive” from every inch.
Way fancier than the ones parked farther off.
Pei Yao walked past him to the vehicle and tapped his wristband a few times.
The silver-gray flight vehicle’s door slid open.
“Get in.” Pei Yao looked at him.
Mu Chenxing stepped in without hesitation and immediately asked, “Can I take pictures?”
Pei Yao: “Knock yourself out.”
He leaned against the wall, arms crossed, watching.
Mu Chenxing opened his wristband and started snapping photos. Glancing at him mid-shot, he said, “You drive. Don’t mind me.”
Pei Yao grinned. “I’m afraid you’ll fall—after all, you’re a delicate little Omega.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Ignoring him, he circled the vehicle, pausing at the console for a photo frenzy.
“You know how to drive it?”
The voice came suddenly from right behind his ear. Mu Chenxing paused, then casually shifted away a few steps, snapped two more shots, and turned. “Nope.”
Better to photograph it for later research.
Pei Yao glanced at his face, walked to the console. “Buckle up.”
There were only seats at the console; nothing elsewhere—
Mu Chenxing stared as a chair slid out from the wall, went speechless for a second, then sat.
Just as he buckled in, the flight vehicle whooshed into a launch.
Mu Chenxing: “!”
Thrilling.
Faster than a fighter jet!!
He hadn’t flown one last life; this life, he’d fly a flight vehicle for sure, right?
He eyed the driver up front, pulled up his Holo-Screen, and started searching flight vehicles… and licenses.
But before he could dig in, they arrived.
He pocketed the screen and calmly followed Pei Yao out.
The flight vehicle had parked at a high-rise skyscraper. They took the elevator down, walked a few steps, and reached Orchid Fragrance Pavilion.
A handsome guy in a button-up shirt greeted them at the door.
Pei Yao: “Chunhui.”
The guy got it instantly, led them inside down a corridor, a few turns, and into a private room.
Once the guy left, Mu Chenxing looked at Pei Yao. “You booked ahead? Weren’t worried I wouldn’t show?”
Pei Yao: “I read people pretty well.”
He pulled out a chair. “Sit.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Feels weird being treated like a girl.
He pulled out his own chair across from him and sat, grumbling, “People who say stuff like that usually get slapped in the face soon enough.”
Pei Yao raised a brow, glanced at the seat in front of him, sat down, propped his long legs out, leaned back lazily, and said, “No worries. I’m looking forward to you slapping mine.”
Mu Chenxing: “Not interested.”
He tapped the table. “Ordered yet? I’m hungry.”
Pei Yao glanced at the small screen by the door. “Just wait.”
Mu Chenxing followed his gaze, saw it glowing red.
Pre-ordered? The color shows if the dishes are ready?
He looked away. “Mind if I ask a few questions?”
Pei Yao grinned. “Wanna know why I’m after you?”
Mu Chenxing: “Don’t care.”
He cut straight to it. “Where in City A is good for fighting?”
Pei Yao’s smile froze. “Huh?”
“Places where you won’t get busted by cops. Ideally near a hospital or clinic—somewhere you can get to quick if limbs get broken… Uh, not too remote either. I don’t have much time, and transfers are a hassle.”
Pei Yao: “…What do you need a place like that for?”
Mu Chenxing looked at him like he was an idiot. “To fight someone, duh.”
Pei Yao: “…Who?”
Mu Chenxing: “Just tell me if you know one. If not, I’ll ask someone else.”
Pei Yao’s brows seemed to furrow. He stared hard, but the other was already smiling.
“You grabbed that kid earlier for this? You gonna fight him?” Pei Yao asked.
Mu Chenxing: “Nah, fighting him right on campus is more worthwhile—beats him up and docks his credits. No need to go out of our way. But yeah, I did wanna ask him about good spots.”
He shrugged. “Even if he doesn’t know, his roommates or classmates will.”
Pei Yao: “…”
Mu Chenxing: “Guess you don’t know either.” He pulled up his Holo-Screen, checked his balance, and changed topics. “How much for this meal? Let me see if I can cover it. If not, I’ll owe you an IOU.”
Pei Yao couldn’t help laughing. “My treat. I’m not broke enough to let an Omega pay.”
Damn this sexist culture! Mu Chenxing eyed him coldly. “You won’t make me sell my body after, right?”
Pei Yao: “…You’re only 18. Couldn’t sell even if you wanted.”
Mu Chenxing: “Then why’d you have the nerve to ask if I’d bond with you?”
Pei Yao laughed. “We can get engaged first.”
Mu Chenxing: “I refuse. I’m only 18—I’ve got over a century to play around. Plus, I prefer—Omegas.”
Almost said women.
Pei Yao: “?”
Two seconds later, he dropped the smile and frowned. “You’re gay?”
Mu Chenxing gave him a deadpan stare. “You’re the fucking gay one.”
He knew the guy meant Omega-Omega gayness, but straight guys hated the word “gay.”
Pei Yao relaxed. “I thought you meant you liked them that way.”
Mu Chenxing said, “…Actually, I’m a celibate, anti-marriage kind of guy.”
Strip away the Pheromones and reproductive System inside his body, and an Omega’s physical makeup still counted as male in his original world.
Women were basically equivalent to pandas there—nearly extinct. You could wander the streets for half a day without spotting one, let alone date or marry.
On second thought, staying single was still the way to go.
Pei Yao laughed. “You’re only eighteen. Your Heat Period hasn’t even come yet. You don’t know the first thing about love.”
Mu Chenxing stayed calm. “Once I save up enough money, I can get my Gland cut out and live as a disabled person.”
What Heat Period? I’m planning to spend this life as a normal guy without one.
Pei Yao: “.”
He lowered his legs, draped his arms over the table, and leaned in slightly, studying him intently. “Why such pessimistic thoughts? Because of your family? I checked your background. Sure, your parents… aren’t the most reliable, but you’re you, and they’re them.”
Mu Chenxing frowned. “You investigated me?”
What the hell was wrong with the original body’s family?
Damn it! Why hasn’t anyone contacted me this whole time?
I’m just an eighteen-year-old little Omega!!
Pei Yao said, “Of course. I can’t go into a future partnership with zero intel, right?”
Mu Chenxing snapped back to attention. “…You were just begging for a bond a minute ago, and now it’s straight to ‘future partner’? Your self-talk skills are elite. Guess the Alliance Government’s hiring bar is pretty low if they keep guys like you around, tricking naive Omegas.”
Pei Yao arched a brow. “So, have I tricked you?”
Mu Chenxing flashed a fake smile and snorted. “Keep dreaming.”
Pei Yao opened his mouth to reply when a bell chimed at the door.
A few seconds later, the door slid open, and a robot wheeled in the first course.
Dish after dish arrived—plates growing larger and more vibrantly colored, but portions shrinking smaller and smaller.
Four robots filed into the private room one by one, loading the table with a full spread.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He pulled up his Holo-Screen again to check his balance.
Pei Yao noticed and chuckled. “I’ve got it covered. Eat up without worry.”
Mu Chenxing shut the Holo-Screen and sized him up. “Does the Security Administration Bureau pay that well?”
“Enough for a meal or two.” Pei Yao lifted his chopsticks, picked up a slice of meat, and placed it in Mu Chenxing’s bowl with a grin. “Dig in. The food here’s a hit.”
Mu Chenxing considered it. “Fine, I won’t stand on ceremony then. I’ll get you a gift later to make up for it.”
Pei Yao’s smile turned ambiguous. “Why get formal with me?”
Hinting at the bond again, huh.
Mu Chenxing ignored him, snatched his chopsticks, and started eating. Looks pricey—better eat my money’s worth.
After a few bites, he realized the guy across from him hadn’t touched a thing.
He paused, scanned the spread, swallowed his food, and shot him a suspicious look. “Why aren’t you eating?”
Not gonna slip me something like in those cheesy dramas, is he?
Pei Yao propped his chin on his hand and gazed at him with a lazy smile. “You’re a feast for the eyes~ Who has time to eat?” His eyes trailed down Mu Chenxing’s neck and shoulders, lips curving as his tone turned suggestive. “You’re too skinny. Eat more, or you might not hold up during bed matters.”
Mu Chenxing: “.”
Sexual harassment!
Straight-up sexual harassment!!
—Can’t beat him, and he’s my lifesaver. Don’t do anything rash.
He drew in a deep breath and forced politeness. “If I may ask, how old are you, Mr. Pei?”
Pei Yao paused. “Thirty-seven.”
Mu Chenxing: “…Fuck, you’re an old cow munching on tender grass.”
No need to call him boring and sleazy now—that insult writes itself.
“Shameless.”
Pei Yao’s smile stiffened.
Mu Chenxing’s eyes filled with doubt. “Pushing forty and still can’t snag an Omega, so you slink onto campus to fool around with clueless young ones like me??”
His gaze drifted downward to a certain spot. “You don’t have… issues down there, do you?”
Pei Yao’s smile nearly cracked.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of stamina to handle you,” he thought, grinding his teeth.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He set down his chopsticks, face blank as he opened his Holo-Screen. “Hello, I’d like to report a crime. There’s an old creep sexually harassing a naive Omega here.”
Old creep: “.”
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