Mu Chenxing: “……That’s not what I meant.”
He turned the holo-screen around. “Take a look.”
Pei Yao hesitated for a moment before leaning in a bit closer. His gaze swept over it, and his brows furrowed.
Mu Chenxing tilted his head to look at him. “Do you think there’s something off about it?”
Pei Yao instantly pulled back and sat up straight.
Mu Chenxing: “……”
Pei Yao reached out, paused, then extended his pheromones to brush against his head. “It’s not your problem.”
It was like an explanation, or perhaps an answer to his question.
Mu Chenxing waved it off. “I know.”
Of course it wasn’t his problem.
Beneath his post, there were tons of replies questioning why all the donors to an Omega association were Alphas, doubting the motives behind its founding.
Some even speculated that since the school leaders had donated generously, their association was just a special privilege zone set up by the elite for selecting Omegas.
It was buzzing.
And utterly disgusting.
Hah.
Either there was a bunch of trashy Alphas obsessed with lust, or someone was leading the charge to stir up the topic on purpose.
He’d bet on the latter.
He’d checked the school’s club and association funding—there was a fixed total amount each year.
As the Alliance First Military Academy, even just the Medical College had over ten thousand people. Their Association Office was just one small room in the association building.
That building had 30 floors, with over a dozen rooms per floor, most of them in use.
In other words, the school had at least three or four hundred clubs and associations all vying for that limited funding.
In previous years, the popular, large-membership ones had split the bulk, leaving scraps for the remaining hundreds of smaller groups.
Their association hadn’t even been around for a month yet, hadn’t even entered the funding allocation, but their fundraising had already surpassed a ton of established ones.
In any society, wherever interests were involved, there would be disputes and fights.
Sure enough, once the principal and others showed their generosity, they couldn’t see the “coercion” behind it—they only felt the pressure and competitive hostility.
Originally, the Omegas in their group chat had been excitedly spamming messages about tonight’s dinner gathering, but now the chat was dead silent.
Mu Chenxing gathered his thoughts and pointed at the holo-screen. “Has the quality of Alphas at the Military Academy dropped this low? Or is this just how low-class their tactics are?”
“No.” Pei Yao’s tone was calm. “Send it to Fu Mingyuan. He’ll know how to handle it.”
Mu Chenxing nodded. “I will. This is already veering into rumors and defamation. I’ve got a lot planned next, and I can’t let these brainless idiots ruin it.”
Pei Yao: “What plans? Tell me.”
Mu Chenxing: “Success comes from secrecy.”
Pei Yao raised a brow. “That’s a fresh way to put it.”
Mu Chenxing smirked proudly. “Of course.”
Ancient heritage—how could these interstellar natives, still dealing with Heat Periods, compare?
He glanced back at the School Forum post and felt even more annoyed.
He muttered, “I thought the Alliance First Military Academy would have better standards.”
Pei Yao: “Most Alphas are concentrated in military academies under strict control. Besides their superior physiques being needed for border defense, it’s also because between 18 and 23, they’re in the final stage of gonadal development—emotionally volatile, irritable, prone to outbursts. Only by locking them in intense physical training can you ensure they’re too exhausted to cause trouble.”
Mu Chenxing got it. “It also keeps society stable.”
Like middle schools and vocational schools back in his old world—keeping teens confined to learn knowledge made them rational and reduced impulsive youth crime.
He sighed. “Looks like technological progress doesn’t improve human quality.”
“Mm.” Pei Yao watched him. “If Fu Mingyuan steps in, he’ll probably just lightly punish a few examples. As principal, there’s not much he can do. If you need help—”
“No need.” Mu Chenxing shook his head. “If I can’t even handle this, why bother starting an association?”
Pei Yao smiled faintly. “Alright.”
Mu Chenxing shut off the holo-screen and hopped to his feet. “We’ll deal with that later. Let’s practice while we have time.”
Pei Yao chuckled softly and stood up as well.
……
That night, Mu Chenxing just soothed the association members in the group chat and formally emailed the post to the principals, deans, and association managers.
But he didn’t reply or explain under the post itself, letting it stay pinned at the top.
Even though Mu Chenxing said he’d handle it, the association’s mood stayed low over the next two days—even their runs were much quieter.
By Wednesday, the School Forum had banned a batch of accounts for rumors and defamation, deleting their inappropriate posts.
No accounts were named publicly, but the list of corresponding student punishments was posted. Anyone browsing the forum could cross-reference colleges and classes to figure out who they were.
Mu Chenxing shared the punishment results in the group. Once everyone started happily spamming emojis again, he piped up—
“Classmates, remember all that funding we have now?”
A string of question marks flooded in.
Someone sent a voice message: “Time for another dinner?”
Mu Chenxing: “Not exactly.”
“Oh wait, actually yes—you guys pick the time, place, and menu. We’re eating even better than last time!”
The Omegas lit up, spamming a huge wave of emojis and jumping straight into debating dishes.
Mu Chenxing struggled through the emoji storm to shout: “Let me finish first!!”
With that, the group went dead silent—not even emojis.
Mu Chenxing: “Trust me! We’re going to make a splash, show real skill, and bring something totally new!!”
The Omegas:
“But it’s so complicated.”
“So many events.”
“We’ll need a huge venue, right?”
Tong Xiao cut straight to it: “We’ll need tons of materials. Do we have enough people?”
Mu Chenxing: “I’ve got the plan ready……”
……
A few days later, Mu Chenxing got the event approval, securing a small garden at the Medical College—flat ground for events, plus indoor facilities that could hold hundreds no problem.
—The Medical College’s Omegas numbered just a few hundred anyway.
Next, the well-funded Omega Growth Association posted a job ad on the School Forum, recruiting part-timers with specific skills for a four-day gig.
No one knew what for, but it was safe, well-paid, and plenty of Omegas signed up.
The association hired twenty based on specialties, had them sign NDAs, then pulled them into a group to start prep work.
Two days later, all members headed out, each clutching stacks of nicely designed printouts—and got to work pasting ads.
Omega dorm hallways, elevators, streetlights……even trash bins were plastered with these pink flyers.
Of course, the School Forum and Campus Network got hit too.
—Omega Fun Sports Meet?
No one knew if it’d be fun, but the sky-high piles of pink ad stickers made everyone itch with annoyance.
Some complained to the school sanitation department; others reported cleaning bots as faulty.
With so many reports, the sanitation department posted an official notice on their site and the School Forum:
The Omega Growth Association has booked ad space for a week and paid the fee. Cleaning bot protocols have been adjusted to avoid them. Please bear with it for now, and feel free to check out and join the upcoming Omega Growth Association event.
The crowd was stunned.
What era was this? Paper flyers? Why not high-def projection screens, 3D holograms, sky projections……?
Those psoriasis-like ads covering streetlights, walls, even trash bins looked tacky as hell.
That said, interest in the event was skyrocketing:
Association folks were hauling purchases into the venue.
Then a few more truckloads went in.
Groups of Omegas rushed there after classes daily, who knows what they were up to.
Just an Omega sports meet—some balls would do. Why buy so much stuff?
……
Amid the hype, Saturday arrived.
The Omega Growth Association’s Fun Sports Meet kicked off.
The ads had specified: Omegas could participate or spectate; Alphas and Betas were spectators only.
So at the site, as Omegas lined up for participant armbands and cute score booklets, no one griped. Alphas and Betas meekly took visitor stickers, slapped them on, and entered.
Past the garden gate and a dozen meters in, a barrage of bang-bang-bang echoed.
On a wide, several-meter-tall perforated panel hung colorful balloons. Several armband-wearing Omegas wielded realistic pellet guns, popping balloons, with other Omegas cheering them on.
The entering Alphas started buzzing:
“This mimicking some ancient relic from centuries back? Power’s too weak.”
“It’s just balloons—no need for heavy firepower.”
“These Omegas even know how to shoot? Missing at that range.”
“Look! That Omega’s nailing it—every shot pops one!”
“Damn, that’s Mu Chenxing, the Omega Association president.”
“Whoa, he doesn’t look like some violent Omega. That delicate build is just begging to be fu—Ow!”
The speaking Alpha clutched his forehead with a yelp.
Armband-clad Mu Chenxing shouldered his fake gun, aimed at him, and asked coolly: “What year are you?”
The Alpha dropped his hand, dismissing it as luck. “You shot me? Do you even know who I am?”
Mu Chenxing kept the gun raised. “Looks like your head’s no good—you can’t even remember who you are. But you must remember guns, right?”
He was betting military academy had gun training.
The Alpha flushed red. “Obviously! I’m your senior at least—what’d you say—”
“Wanna bet on shooting?” Mu Chenxing lowered his gun, pointed at the balloon-rigged panel, then the barrier. “Pull it out ten meters. Ten shots, I’ll spot you three.”
……Spot him? The Alpha couldn’t take it, rolled up his sleeves, and snarled: “Bring it! I’ll school you Omega on real marksmanship!”
Mu Chenxing nodded. “Pick your gun. Test it out, get comfy.”
Alpha: “No need! Try an antique? If I miss one, I’ll retrain from scratch!”
He grabbed one at random. “Move the barrier.”
Mu Chenxing: “Sure.”
Dozens of Alphas and Omegas around froze, not leaving.
They even helped staff drag the barrier ten meters out, then formed a human wall to keep stragglers from the balloon panel.
Old-style guns, soft silicone pellets—but they still stung on flesh, shredded balloons easy……even at distance.
The Alpha brimmed with confidence, shouldered, and fired.
First shot grazed the balloon’s edge.
Second slid past too.
Cold sweat beaded on the Alpha.
Onlookers caught on.
“Gotta be 15 meters. That recoil ain’t enough.”
“Pellets too soft—too far, they won’t pierce.”
“They curve in at contact—tricky.”
“High risk.”
“Risk my ass. Old Tian can’t, that Omega sure as hell can’t.”
“Yeah.”
Amid the chatter, the Alpha struggled through ten shots—popped three balloons.
Miss two, pop one, miss three, pop one. No pattern.
He was uneasy but blustered at Mu Chenxing: “15 meters? No way you hit that. Call me good brother, skip your turn.”
Mu Chenxing ignored him, raised his gun, focused—
Bang.
Bang.
……
Ten shots in a row, every balloon popped.
The Alpha: “……”
Onlooker Alphas and Betas: “……”
Omegas: “Waaah!!”
Mu Chenxing lowered the gun, eyed his opponent. “You lose. Apply for retraining.”
The Alpha snapped back: “You cheated!”
Mu Chenxing sneered. “Can’t handle losing?”
The Alpha whined: “You practiced earlier—you adapted better!”
A nearby Omega who’d helped with the barrier yelled: “Xingxing stepped back to 15 meters and shot for the first time too—where’s the practice?”
Mu Chenxing waved his hand. “If you think it’s unfair, feel free to adapt first… Here, take your time getting used to it before we score your shots.”
The Alpha: “…”
He wasn’t polite about it at all. He grabbed the rubber bullets and started firing shot by shot.
One shot burst. The next two didn’t.
The third didn’t burst. The fourth did.
Then four more misses in a row…
After firing off more than a dozen shots in a row, he even snatched the gun from Mu Chenxing’s hand to try again.
The result? Still completely random.
Looking utterly disheveled under everyone’s stares, the Alpha snarled, “You must be cheating, Omega. How could an Omega possibly be good at shooting?”
Mu Chenxing said, “Everyone, let me translate for him. What he means is he’s a sore loser who can’t handle it and now wants to stir up trouble—just so everyone remembers how awful his shooting is.”
The opposing Alpha: “…”
The crowd: “…”
The Omegas went wild, clapping furiously. “Xingxing is so cool!”
Mu Chenxing flashed a brilliant smile and bowed to the many Omegas. “Thank you, thank you. I’ve already applied to the school for equipment upgrades. Soon, the Gymnasium will have a new simulated shooting game zone. Everyone, please pay attention and practice more!”
The Omegas hesitated.
Someone asked timidly, “We’re going to do shooting?”
Mu Chenxing nodded. “Yeah.”
“From 15 meters away too?”
Mu Chenxing replied, “Of course not. It’ll be like before—3.5 meters, and adjustable up to 10 meters max.”
The crowd: “…”
Another Omega asked, “What’s the point of practicing that?”
Mu Chenxing hefted his gun, leveled it in a mock aim at the Alpha who’d just spouted all that nonsense and was now fuming with embarrassment. “Once you’re good at it, next time you can look at a useless Alpha like this and say—’Your shots suck worse than an Omega’s. Don’t bark in front of Omegas.'”
The crowd: “!!”
That Alpha’s face instantly turned beet red.
Mu Chenxing shouldered his gun: Don’t bark.
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