In the serene night, laughter and chatter drifted from the distant dormitory buildings, while nearby, only a swarm of moths danced under the glow of a streetlamp.
Mu Chenxing leaned back on his hands, tilting his body slightly as he gazed at the fluttering insects a few meters away. A hint of vacancy crossed his face.
“It’s been a long time since I felt this bored…” he muttered.
Pei Yao turned his head to look at him. “Is boredom a good thing or a bad thing?”
Mu Chenxing: “I don’t know.”
After a moment’s thought, he added, “No, it should be a good thing.”
No wars, no crises—how could that not be good?
Pei Yao got it right away. “Because it’s peaceful?”
“Yeah.” Mu Chenxing hesitated, then asked, “Is the Border really that tough?”
If Zhang Yunli was right, it probably was.
Pei Yao: “For you, what counts as tough?”
Mu Chenxing thought it over. “Casualties. As long as no one dies, everything else is tolerable.”
Pei Yao fell silent for two seconds before saying, “Any war comes with sacrifices.”
Mu Chenxing: “I thought with all this technological advancement, we wouldn’t have issues like that anymore.”
They had Mecha squadrons and Space Battleships—how could…
He hadn’t even looked up the Border situation yet.
It had only been a little over a month since he arrived. He was busy catching up on common knowledge, schoolwork, squeezing in elementary lessons, and physical training… He’d only watched a few Mecha matches and Battleship intros out of interest. Everything else had fallen by the wayside.
Pei Yao didn’t elaborate, instead asking, “Are you scared?”
Mu Chenxing finally shifted his gaze from the streetlamp and turned to him. “What if I said I am?”
Pei Yao met his eyes steadily. “You’re an Omega. You have the right to be scared. If you’re afraid, after you graduate, I’ll help you apply for a rear-area posting. You can serve your five peaceful years and return to Central Star.”
Mu Chenxing: “…You’ll help me apply? Can an Admiral pull strings like that?”
Pei Yao: “What strings? Our family’s got me up front—that’s enough.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He shot him a dead fish-eyed stare. “Stop acting like we’re family.”
Pei Yao chuckled lowly. “Aren’t you scared?”
Mu Chenxing huffed. “I’m scared my military merits will outshine yours, and you’ll get jealous and assassinate me.”
Pei Yao burst out laughing, his shoulders shaking.
Mu Chenxing kicked at him. “What’s so funny?”
Pei Yao didn’t dodge or flinch, his voice laced with mirth. “Then I’ll be waiting for you at the Border.”
Mu Chenxing “hmph”ed.
He remembered Pei Yao’s rotation was three years—after that, he’d return to the Border.
As long as the guy didn’t change his mind, Mu Chenxing would definitely end up under his jurisdiction someday.
…For him, anywhere was fine. Better with a familiar face.
Yeah, settled.
He neither denied nor refused, and Pei Yao’s smile widened.
Mu Chenxing suddenly felt his head being rubbed by something cool and silky.
He was speechless. “Is that how you use Pheromones?”
Pei Yao grinned at him. “Of course not. Want to know how? I can teach you.”
Mu Chenxing slanted him a look. “Bring it.”
He won’t even sit next to me—fat chance he’ll actually teach.
Pei Yao froze stiff.
Mu Chenxing: “Puhahaha~”
He laughed so hard he sat up, clutching his stomach.
Pei Yao watched him laugh for ages before sighing.
Mu Chenxing wiped the tears from his eyes. “Why tease like that if you can’t do anything?”
Pei Yao spread his hands. “Can’t do anything—gotta get my mouth’s fill at least.”
He sighed. “Still got years to go…”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He checked the time and stood. “Alright, let’s train quick. I gotta get back and study.”
Pei Yao rose too. “Okay.”
Pei Yao’s outfit was way too eye-catching for campus. Even in this secluded corner, Mu Chenxing veered two steps into the shadows, keeping far from the light source before launching his first attack.
Pei Yao glanced at the streetlamp and reined in his thoughts.
The two began sparring in the shadows.
Punches, palm strikes, kicks… Mu Chenxing, rested for nearly half an hour, was full of fight. He threw every move with full force. He still couldn’t land a hit, but he trained with gusto.
Pei Yao effortlessly blocked everything and started giving pointers.
“Your left leg’s weaker—try stepping in closer for left kicks.” Pei Yao advanced half a step, closing in. “This range suits your power better.”
“I’ll try.”
“If you can’t match strength, avoid frontal punches.” Pei Yao lightly deflected his wrist while his other hand brushed Mu Chenxing’s chest and abdomen before pulling away. “Otherwise, your torso’s wide open—dangerous.”
“Got it.”
“Don’t use palm edges.” Pei Yao supported his palm. “Your power’s not there yet—it’ll just hurt you.”
“Oh.”
He couldn’t hit Pei Yao, but no need to hold back, and he was learning—Mu Chenxing fought with pure enjoyment.
Until Pei Yao called a halt.
Mu Chenxing caught his breath, wrenched his right foot free from Pei Yao’s grip, and landed steadily.
“Why stop?” he asked.
Pei Yao rubbed his fingertips and sighed. “I’m getting turned on. Keep going and it’ll be a mess.”
“…Fuck.” Mu Chenxing glared. “You get horny from sparring? You a masochist or what?”
Pei Yao asked earnestly, “What’s a masochist?”
“Someone who likes getting abused.” Mu Chenxing sneered. “You’re practically begging for it—ugh.”
Pei Yao laughed. “Nah. Your hits are so light, like flirting. Doesn’t count as abuse.”
Fuck!!
Mu Chenxing fumed. “If not for you, I’d have started strength training ages ago! Who are you to judge me?!”
Pei Yao: “…Wasn’t the point the flirting?”
Mu Chenxing: “The point’s my power!”
“Fine.” Pei Yao conceded. “I’ll walk you back.”
“…Like hell.” Mu Chenxing was exasperated. “This is school—dorms are right there. If I get in trouble on this short walk, half of Central Star’s leaders would have to seppuku, including you on rotation here.”
Pei Yao: “…”
“Besides, strutting out in that flashy getup—you trying to hit the Campus Forum?”
He already had three hot threads pinned up front. No way he wanted one about Pei Yao.
Pei Yao: “I won’t—”
“Enough.” Mu Chenxing waved him off. “I’m out. See you tomorrow.”
Pei Yao: “…Okay. Tomorrow.”
Mu Chenxing turned to leave.
After two steps, that familiar cool, refreshing scent wrapped around him again.
He stopped and looked back—
“This okay as payment for sparring?” Pei Yao chuckled from the dark.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Fine.
…
The Omegas in the Omega Growth Association were thrilled and scheduled the gathering for Sunday evening.
The group chat buzzed all night. By noon the next day, a few Omegas had scouted the cafeterias, listing prices and dishes. Everyone voted in the group, selecting over a dozen items. They made a table and sent it to Mu Chenxing and the other leaders.
The menu was diverse—meats, veggies, cold dishes, soups, desserts—with prices and portions calculated. Super thoughtful.
Mu Chenxing had been around a month and knew the cafeteria well. Many dishes he’d eyed for ages. One look told him nothing pricey.
He tallied it: under 35 Alliance Coins per person.
Even for cheap cafeteria food, this was ordering dishes… Too frugal?
He asked Tong Xiao and the others: “Didn’t you mention budget? Why so spartan?”
Tong Xiao glanced back. “We did. They said it’s not about eating—just hanging out.”
Tao Xirui added: “They don’t want you subsidizing.”
Xia Weizhen: “Tried convincing them, no dice.”
Mu Chenxing was touched. “These little Omegas are too sweet.”
The three: “…”
Tong Xiao: “You’re the same age as most—stop playing big bro!”
Mu Chenxing: “Don’t sweat the details~”
He opened the group and unleashed a barrage.
“First gathering—Association funds are plenty. Go wild!”
“We’ll have Teacher Zhang invite school leaders like the principal, Association advisors. Cheap food would embarrass us, right?”
“Plus, I’m bringing an Alpha friend. He’s minor, but we can’t look stingy as Omegas, yeah?”
…
After the blah blah blah, Mu Chenxing didn’t wait for replies. He closed the chat and messaged Zhang Yunli.
He didn’t dare poke the bear personally—just sent an official Association invite, asking him to invite school and Association leaders as advisor.
Luckily, Zhang Yunli didn’t hassle him, just replied: Got it. Wait.
Mu Chenxing relaxed, sent a flurry of flying kisses, and awaited news.
Under 15 minutes later, Zhang Yunli sent lists: principal, two vice-principals, Medical College dean and vice-dean, Association leaders… plus himself, nine leaders total.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
High specs.
Association had only 33 members total.
Tao Xirui, head down calculating, asked: “Xingxing, 70 per person enough? Principal might need higher tier?”
“Nah.” Mu Chenxing tapped the table. “Dial to 60 per head. Swap in big dishes. Plenty if it fills us.”
Tao Xirui: “Huh? Principal’s coming?”
Tong Xiao and Xia Weizhen looked over.
Mu Chenxing: “Exactly why not too fancy.”
He opened the group, explained in a chatter, then raised another point.
The Omegas: “…”
Roommates: “…”
Mu Chenxing said gravely in voice: “Sorry, gathering’s changed vibe. But trust me—one month max, another pure members-only.”
Followed by groveling emojis.
The Omegas weren’t hung up on fancy food anyway—the menu was already upgraded. They all understood and comforted him.
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