Thinking of the Susceptible Period inevitably brought that pervert Alpha to mind.
An Alpha’s Susceptible Period lasted three days each month, just like an Omega’s Heat Period.
Four full days had passed since the pervert Alpha mentioned it in his text, so Qiu Sui figured the guy’s period had ended yesterday.
The thought that the Alpha had said he’d show up in person nearby made Qiu Sui, who hadn’t paid much attention before, suddenly straighten his back. He whipped his head around neurotically to check behind him.
The Alphas hurrying downstairs that morning looked impatient from waking up early and brushed past him on the stairs with quick steps—one after another, all strangers.
Qiu Sui turned back with no leads, not really believing the Alpha would expose himself so easily as promised in the text.
He’s probably just messing with me, he speculated. Watching me search fruitlessly for a month to feed his need for attention. No way he’d let me catch him.
A guy who harassed someone relentlessly for three years, then promised to “never bother you again,” wouldn’t feel a shred of guilt.
What a joke, Qiu Sui sneered inwardly.
He followed the crowd downstairs and, before exiting the stairwell, tugged his cap brim low. He scanned the lobby as he walked.
Not seeing Shen Zhixiao or Wen Heng, he relaxed a bit. He quickened his pace to the shared e-scooter station across the way, scanned a Little Green one—just in case—and rode it to the cafeteria near the Finance College for breakfast.
To avoid awkward run-ins with Shen Zhixiao, Qiu Sui had slacked off in class and anonymously begged on the forum for Shen’s class schedule.
He’d compared it meticulously to his own times and locations, dodging as best he could.
But Shen Zhixiao wasn’t a robot on rails. Qiu Sui could never predict his routes perfectly. Even avoiding class buildings, they’d bump into each other at intersections—crosswalks, stairwells in the Science Building. Each time, Qiu Sui startled uncontrollably.
Luckily, Shen’s height made him stand out, while Qiu Sui blended easily among average Alphas. With his cap pulled low, eyes on the ground, pretending not to notice, Shen never seemed to spot him.
These past few days, clubs across campus had kicked off recruitment. Qiao Keren had no class with Qiu Sui and wanted to help the upperclassmen promote the Computer Association.
The upperclassmen had plenty of hands but teased them to join instead.
The pair shook their heads instantly. “We’ll help out and join the group to hand out flyers, but skip the interview—we’re not up for that grind,” they said, selling the performance but not themselves.
The upperclassmen cracked up.
Since both Qiao Keren and Qiu Sui were in Computer Science, they must have added tons of classmates on WeChat. The upperclassmen asked them to post the promo poster to their Moments for extra hype.
Qiu Sui had indeed friended a bunch of classmates lately. He didn’t chat much in class or start convos, but his handsome face and height made people mistake him for an Alpha at first glance. Plenty of Omegas and Betas had added him.
Qiu Sui hated WeChat chit-chat and sucked at keeping talks alive, killing convos dead.
The Omegas didn’t mind Betas lacking Pheromones at first, but Qiu Sui’s social clumsiness made them bail on this pretty-but-bland, look-don’t-touch Beta.
Qiu Sui remained oblivious, assuming they lost interest once they learned he was a Beta.
For the Computer Association promo post, Qiu Sui copied Qiao Keren’s draft verbatim.
He posted it publicly, no blocks. Classmates liked it quick. That night, he checked the recruitment group for impact.
What he saw floored him: Shen Zhixiao was in there too.
He wants to join the Computer Association? Because of Qiu Shun?
Qiu Sui’s heart skipped. Just seeing Shen’s avatar in the group made him tense and awkward.
But he’d only lurked to check promo stats, never spoken. Shen probably hadn’t scanned the member list or noticed him. He probably doesn’t even remember that night. I’m nothing to him anyway.
Yeah, he told himself.
The next day, before class sign-in, the Beta who usually sat beside him—the one propping his chin, tilting his head with a grin—struck up convo. “Saw your Moments yesterday. You joining the Computer Association too?”
“You’ve done comp programming contests, got all those certs—super skilled. You’ll crush the weekend interview,” he said earnestly.
Qiu Sui was mid-game, teaming with Qiao Keren on cards. He’d gotten hooked since playing with Qiu Shun and Qiao. He finished laying his hand before glancing at his deskmate, Xiao Mu.
Blinking in confusion, he replied, “Nah, just hyping it for them.”
Xiao Mu “Ah?”-ed instinctively, smile freezing a sec before recovering. “Then why’re you in the recruitment group? Thought you were signing up.”
Qiu Sui turned back to the game. “Easier to check promo stats from there.” And pad the numbers.
Xiao Mu stifled a laugh, finding him amusing. His free hand drifted to Qiu Sui’s right shoulder, leaning in to peer at the screen. “You’ve been on this card game lately. That fun?”
Qiu Sui felt the weight, freezing stiff, phone grip tightening. He nodded curtly, uneasy.
Xiao Mu was an outgoing Beta, build like an average Omega.
He’d chatted Qiu Sui up after military training, added WeChat. Now they sat together in pro classes—the closest thing to a familiar face in this distant class.
Oblivious to the pause, Xiao Mu watched the plays, eyes crinkling. “Wanna try it. Got time to invite me?”
Qiu Sui awkwardly lifted his right hand for the left-side water bottle, shrugging the hand off naturally.
He twisted the cap, sipped, feeling oddly off. Nodding vaguely, “Yeah, I’ll send an invite when free.”
Xiao Mu beamed, about to reply, when the prof mic’d up for sign-in. He nudged instead, “Go sign first.”
Qiu Sui had only one morning class. Afterward, free time till lunch.
With a noon slot to eat at the Omega Dormitory Area with Qiu Shun and Qiao Keren, he blew off Xiao Mu’s off-campus lunch invite and headed back to rest.
Shen Zhixiao’s morning classes staggered perfectly—over in Building 2. No chance of crossing paths, so the dorm trek felt easy.
At A710’s door, he spotted a gift bag outside.
Pausing puzzled, he glanced around. Wrong dorm?
Neighbor doors shut, hall empty. He picked it up: a card inside.
Dread hit. He pulled it out. Flamboyantly scrawled in two lines, ending with a heart:
For the baby in A710.
Hope you like it.
Qiu Sui’s brow furrowed on reflex. Another scan: empty.
Guess forming, face souring, he flipped it.
Dear, 23 days left on our deal. Don’t forget. I’ve been by your side this week, but you don’t seem to want to find me.
Box is apology. Get my urgency?
Even Qiu Sui’s chill cracked. Psycho.
All excuses on the guy’s terms. Deal’s worthless now.
Pathetic, he mocked, crumpling it viciously. He yanked open the branded box: navy baseball cap, collab from his usual brand.
Eyes cold, he jammed the wad inside, dumped bag and box back.
Heading out for lunch with Qiu Shun, he trashed it all en route, snapped pics, and texted them to the Alpha—message received.
No reply by night, but Qiu Sui knew he’d seen. Tension eased.
The guy claimed he’d been nearby these days. Qiu Sui pursed his lips.
He’d passed at least nine high-level Alphas on campus paths lately—not counting Shen or Wen—and that was without staring.
Doubting his memory now.
Did I meet him before and forget?
In Qiao Keren’s words, what a generic face.
If so, all he knew was the Pheromone scent, high-level Alpha status, and the tall build that came with it.
Means even if the creep walks right by, I wouldn’t know.
Realizing this, Qiu Sui nearly laughed in helpless despair.
Might as well wait for his next Susceptible Period, let him come and take the beating.
Same result anyway.
Screw it, he thought, broken pot shattered.
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