Mu Chenxing put away the Holo-Screen and calmly headed back to the dorm.
Tong Xiao and the other two immediately looked over.
“Have you trained them?”
“Why’d it take so long? You okay?”
“Did they behave?”
“I’m fine. We barely even exercised,” Mu Chenxing sighed. “An hour and a half, and we ran less than three kilometers. We walked back. I’m not tired at all—just my mouth got a workout.”
The three burst out laughing.
“How’d you convince them to run?”
Mu Chenxing: “I didn’t convince them.”
He stripped off his sweat-soaked clothes and tossed them into the washer, then turned back with a grin. “I straight-up bluffed them.”
The three: “?”
Mu Chenxing gave them a quick rundown of what happened.
Tong Xiao and the others stared blankly for a moment—
“Pfft hahaha~”
“Hahahaha, they’re such idiots!”
“Hahaha, they didn’t even suspect anything?”
Mu Chenxing packed up his clean clothes and waited for them to finish laughing before saying, “They’re not idiots. They just never imagined anyone would drag Omegas out for a run—that’s all. Weren’t you guys hoodwinked into training for a few days at first too?”
The three: “…”
Mu Chenxing smiled, grabbed his clothes, and ducked into the bathroom.
When he came out, Tong Xiao nodded toward his desk. “Check the link.”
Mu Chenxing blinked in surprise, nodded, and walked over while toweling his hair to pick up the wristband.
It was a Campus Network link.
To that same building—the one that had called him a phony two-face and a pretentious poser.
He skimmed it casually, puzzled. “What’s up? Ignore it.”
Tong Xiao: “Mainly the comments at the end. The vibe’s already shifting—probably those Omegas from last night’s run speaking up for you.”
Mu Chenxing: “……These Omegas are way too easy to fool.”
Tong Xiao rolled his eyes. “Don’t knock ’em when you’re the king of cons.”
He pointed at the Holo-Screen. “Not the point. The point is, I had someone dig into the IDs trashing you. They’re all from our building.”
Mu Chenxing: “……How do you know such skilled people who can trace addresses from posts?”
Tong Xiao smacked the desk. “Listen to the key part!!”
Mu Chenxing: “Oh.” He set down the wristband, kept drying his hair, and asked offhandedly, “So what if they’re from this building?”
Xia Weizhen draped over the back of his chair. “Means those IDs are all freshmen.”
Tao Xirui whispered: “From our Nursing Major, even.”
Mu Chenxing blinked. “Who’d I piss off—Shen Mingshu?”
Tong Xiao: “Probably. If not him directly, he’s definitely connected.”
Mu Chenxing shrugged indifferently. “Whatever.”
He hung up the towel and turned back, suddenly remembering something. “Why’s Shen Mingshu got such a grudge against me? Just ’cause I was blind enough to crush on his brother before?”
Tong Xiao: “Who knows? Why not ask him?”
Xia Weizhen: “Didn’t you say you two came from the same school? Did you guys have beef before?”
Tao Xirui looked at him too.
Mu Chenxing felt a twinge of guilt but stood his ground righteously. “If I knew how I pissed him off, I wouldn’t keep putting up with his crap.”
His three roommates: “……”
Fair point.
Mu Chenxing watched them muttering analyses of Shen Mingshu’s psyche, smiled helplessly, sat down, and started studying.
Midterms were after the school festival, and he’d been focused on elementary knowledge lately. Without homework keeping him on track, he probably wouldn’t even remember what he’d learned this month.
He pulled up lecture slides and took notes. The others didn’t chat much longer, soon settling into their own studies.
……
The next day.
Mu Chenxing stayed quiet all day—taking notes in class, tinkering with docs between.
Tong Xiao glanced over a few times, his expression turning weird. He whispered, “Why’re you reading psychology books?”
Mu Chenxing looked up with a smile. “So my bluffs sound more pro.”
Tong Xiao: “…”
Mu Chenxing thought of something and opened his wristband to send him a doc. “You’re good at logic. Check the contract laws and regs for me, tweak this agreement.”
Agreement? Tong Xiao opened the doc and went silent.
He glanced at Mu Chenxing, diligently drafting, and already pitied those Omegas who’d sought him out.
……
A busy day ended.
At 7:55 p.m., Mu Chenxing showed up at Dianmo Garden’s entrance again, backpack slung over his shoulder.
Last night’s Omegas were already waiting—all of them there, though most had swapped shoes.
School uniforms were mandatory daily, but shoes weren’t strictly regulated—wear what you want.
So lots of Omegas picked their own: heels were standard, decked with rhinestones, bows, laces—the flashier, the better.
Everyone knew pretty, ornate shoes weren’t built for comfort.
But today, most had switched to comfier ones. Clearly, yesterday’s ordeal had done a number on them.
Mu Chenxing chuckled inwardly, kept a straight face, and greeted them with a beaming smile, even faux-politely asking their opinions.
The spot he suggested was in a different direction from yesterday—a small venue on his recent running route. Not big, but plenty for twenty or thirty.
One Omega, maybe familiar with it, hesitated. “Isn’t it a bit far?”
Mu Chenxing jumped in humbly. “Should we switch? Any good spots you recommend?”
The Omega faltered, looking to the others for help.
The rest hemmed and hawed, tossing out ideas that got shot down one by one—too small, too far, poorly lit paths.
They debated for nearly twenty minutes before defaulting to Mu Chenxing’s pick.
He smiled warmly the whole time, utterly patient, then led them on another twenty-plus minute jog.
This time, though, no lies—he actually took them to the venue.
He used his student ID to borrow a small conference room. Once everyone panted into seats, he’d figured out the projector and opened his prepared doc.
The screen bloomed with colorful gradient text: 《Omega Upgrade Association》
The Omegas gasped in unison: “Wow!”
Then:
“Why ‘upgrade’?”
“Upgrade what?”
“Is it teaching us makeup? I’ve heard of beauty upgrades.”
“There’s fashion upgrades, aesthetic upgrades.”
……
Mu Chenxing’s mouth twitched. He rapped the table. “Quiet down. Listen first.”
The obedient Omegas hushed.
Mu Chenxing nodded, satisfied, and launched into his MLM-style sales pitch.
“Philosopher XXX once said……”
“From psychology texts……”
“Personal potential is limitless……”
“Get moving—master your body first……”
Philosophy, psych, half-remembered party doctrine from school, even scraps of TCM theory……
Mu Chenxing, forged in the fires of entrance exams, unleashed his long-dormant writing skills: citations, “MLM” rhetoric, argumentative structure……
Years in the military had etched toughness into his bones. His tone and posture packed momentum into every word, every gaze locking on each Omega with unyielding conviction, silently repeating you can over and over.
And somehow, these Omegas—under his encouraging stare—scribbled their names on the membership roster and association agreements. Yep, his backpack was stuffed with the copies Tong Xiao had helped revise.
Mu Chenxing collected the signed agreements and smiled. “To celebrate the founding of our Omega Upgrade Association, let’s run half an hour tonight to complete today’s task—and toast our brave first step toward a better us!”
Freshly pumped, the Omegas roared with gusto: “Yes! Toward a better us!!”
Twenty minutes later.
The high faded, exhaustion hit, and reality sank in:
“How much longer? So tiring.”
“Why’s self-improvement running?”
“Shouldn’t it help us?”
……
Muttering among themselves, a few stopped.
“I’m done.”
“Me too, can’t go on.”
“Why’re we even running all of a sudden?”
“Shouldn’t it help us?”
Mu Chenxing, leading at a jog, looped back, patted his backpack, and grinned. “Per the agreement—no special circumstances, no leave—daily group exercise is at least one hour.”
The gasping Omegas: “……”
Mu Chenxing: “Of course, you can skip or quit. But if you skip, apologize to me at noon sharp outside the teaching building—at the specified decibel level.”
No fines, no curses—just a humiliating punishment tailored for soft-hearted little darlings. Even in court, it’d probably get brushed off as a slap on the wrist.
The very softies who’d been bullied for being too meek: “……”
Mu Chenxing: “Shall we keep going? Just ten minutes left.”
The poor little darlings ran—gasping, whimpering, glaring at Mu Chenxing like he’d betrayed them.
Mu Chenxing stayed utterly chill, chanting slogans: “Keep the rhythm—one two one, one two one……”
The ten minutes crawled by at snail’s pace.
Heart steady, breath even, Mu Chenxing stopped, eyed the dorm ahead, and smiled at the crowd. “Same time tomorrow night, eight sharp. Don’t forget.”
Most Omegas were still bent over, knees clutched, too winded to speak—but their glares could kill.
Mu Chenxing didn’t flinch, smile widening. “Oh, right—a little referral perk. Wanna hear?”
Without waiting, he spilled: “Bring in a new member, get three no-questions-asked sick days—no training.”
The Omegas: “!”
“S-So if I snag ten, I skip the whole month?”
Mu Chenxing confirmed: “Of course—it’s in the agreement. You missed it?”
Someone mumbled: “I-I did see it.”
Mu Chenxing: “I’ll send the digital copy later. Read it over~”
He waved. “That’s it—see you tomorrow!”
Humming cheerfully, he bolted happily to the dorm, leaving the Omegas staring at each other.
……
The day after.
Mu Chenxing hit the Administrative Building before afternoon classes, submitting the association application and forms Tong Xiao had helped organize and fill.
Name, members, charter, org structure—all complete. Even a 200-Alliance-Coin startup fund courtesy of rich kid Xia Weizhen.
The advisor blinked in surprise, chuckling approval. “Few freshmen start associations, and none as prepped as you—such an upbeat charter and goals. First I’ve seen. Impressive.”
He skimmed the activities list. “Never seen this in an Omega Association—though…… it fits our Military Academy vibe perfectly. Great, great.”
Several “greats,” then quick approval.
He even approved a bigger office.
“You’ll have tons of docs—here’s a larger one.” He eyed the stack of agreements, teasing.
Mu Chenxing clutched the freshly printed association plaque, thrilled, thanking profusely.
Tong Xiao and the others piled on the flattery.
As they left, the advisor reminded: “Your association’s all Omegas—stock some basic meds for emergencies, carry ’em to activities. Two hundred’s tight; fundraise more.”
“Better recruit some senior Nursing or clinical med students for stability.”
Mu Chenxing thanked him again.
The club building was a twenty-minute walk—they had afternoon classes, so they’d sort it after.
Tong Xiao and the others, buzzed from the praise, chattered about joining to support their roommate’s “little venture.”
Mu Chenxing glanced at wildly excited Xia Weizhen, lagged a step, opened his Holo-Screen, and messaged—
Mu Chenxing: Buddy, wanna win back Xia Xia’s forgiveness and change his view of you?
The reply flew back.
Xu Zhicheng: ?
Xu Zhicheng: What’re you scheming?
Mu Chenxing: Wanna or not?
Xu Zhicheng: Spill.
That meant yes.
Mu Chenxing forwarded the freshly updated announcement of the association’s establishment from the Campus Network.
Mu Chenxing: Our newly established association is a bit poor [shy.jpg]
Mu Chenxing: Come sponsor us [shy.jpg]
Xu Zhicheng: ……
Just gonna fleece me, huh?
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