At noon dismissal, the Alpha pheromones on Qiu Sui’s body had completely dissipated, but the pain from the spanking lingered on his backside like a ghost.
He was still fuming about the Equipment Room incident, his movements uncharacteristically irritable as he grabbed his phone and backpack.
That Alpha’s build was bigger than the average ones Qiu Sui had encountered—no one in his memory matched it. The guy had to be at least A-grade… or higher.
Qiu Sui had checked the camouflage jacket; it was the largest size available, which lined up with his suspicions.
An A-grade Alpha shouldn’t lack for Omegas fawning over him, yet here he was, fixating on an ordinary Beta. Either he was deranged, or ugly beyond redemption.
Was it resentment? Some past grudge?
Since I’ve seen him now, who the hell is he?
Qiu Sui’s brain felt like it was about to explode.
Qiao Keren rushed over excitedly at dismissal, his face lit up with gossip. His voice rang out bright and clear: “I heard some Omega gave you water!”
As he spoke, he slung an arm around Qiu Sui’s shoulders, exclaiming my god while trying to turn Qiu Sui’s face for a better look. But he paused when he saw Qiu Sui’s expression wasn’t exactly thrilled.
Qiao Keren halted his teasing, concern creeping in: “What’s wrong?”
Qiu Sui forced a smile, shaking his head. “Nothing.”
Qiao Keren sniffed skeptically, frowning slightly as he glanced around. “You smell like you got some Alpha pheromones on you…” It was faint, but the warning edge made anyone nearby uncomfortable.
Qiu Sui froze at that, eyes widening as realization hit. He backed up two steps to put distance between them and thrust out his hand for Qiao Keren to sniff. “Is there a smell? What does it smell like?”
“Huh?”
Qiao Keren blinked in confusion at the sudden move but leaned in to sniff, then shook his head honestly.
Qiu Sui withdrew his hand in disappointment. Maybe it’s too faint—gone in a flash. Then his mind jumped to the camouflage jacket in his backpack. Could the pheromones be coming from that?
The military uniforms were school-issued, one or two per person, worn daily for training. If that Alpha wore this jacket often, it should be soaked in his scent!
Hope sparked. Qiu Sui unzipped his backpack just a crack, wary of overwhelming Qiao Keren with too much.
Sure enough, as Qiao Keren leaned in, he caught the thick green tea aroma and recoiled uncomfortably. “What Alpha’s stuff did you stuff in your bag?”
Qiu Sui yanked the zipper shut, dodging the truth. “I picked up a camouflage jacket by the bathroom door during break…”
He glanced at Qiao Keren guiltily, feigning curiosity. “Does it smell bad? What kind is it?”
Not bad—the green tea scent was crisp and bittersweet, even refreshing under the blazing sun. But the underlying warning in the pheromones sparked instinctive wariness and rejection.
Qiao Keren waved a hand in front of his nose. “Green tea. Pretty nice, actually. But this Alpha’s territorial instincts are strong, so it hits hard.”
Just a whiff packed that much punch—the guy’s rank had to be high. Qiao Keren speculated suspiciously: “The owner’s probably top-tier. Wanna post on the Campus Wall to find him?”
Qiu Sui knew the Alpha wouldn’t show that easily, but he nodded anyway.
At lunch with Qiao Keren, Qiu Sui was distracted the whole time.
Enemy in the shadows, me out in the open—the initiative’s all his. I can’t let him dictate this. Need to lure him out on my terms.
Lost in thought, Qiao Keren suddenly shoved his phone in Qiu Sui’s face with a grin. Qiu Sui startled back on instinct, only to see Qiu Shun propping his chin while eating on the screen.
It took half a second for Qiu Sui to greet his brother with a wry smile.
Their training camps were far apart, dorms not on the way—they hadn’t met up since military training started.
The brothers weren’t the clingy type; it felt normal. Meet when free, skip when not—no need to force it and drain energy.
Not just training—if classes got intense later, same deal.
Qiu Sui had heard high-rank Alphas were pulled into the Special Training Camp, including Shen Zhixiao. Their spot was the basketball court near the performance area.
Such a convenient setup. Qiu Sui could guess: it was to foster more “bonding” between Qiu Shun and Shen Zhixiao.
Better to avoid his brother for now, then. Didn’t want to interfere. Questions for Qiu Shun went through Qiao Keren instead.
Qiao Keren had the most freedom: breakfast and dinner with Qiu Shun, training and lunch with Qiu Sui. He knew both inside out.
Qiu Sui hadn’t expected the sudden video call. Taking the phone from Qiao Keren, he asked: “What’s up?”
“You didn’t pick up when I called your phone.” The Omega on screen stared coldly, but his twitching brows betrayed his mood.
Qiu Sui had forgotten to turn off Do Not Disturb after training. He smiled apologetically at Qiu Shun.
“Did something happen?” Qiu Shun asked abruptly.
The cafeteria was noisy; Qiu Sui missed it and said “Huh?”, peering at the screen with soft eyes.
“During training—did something happen?” Qiu Shun studied his brother’s face through the screen.
Qiu Sui’s heart sank. He was a bit aggrieved but hid it, taking a bite of rice. “Same old. Our company’s Alphas push for extra drills. End up sore everywhere.”
Qiu Shun gave a flat “Oh.” “That’s all?”
“No, no! During free time, an Omega gave him water!” Qiao Keren slapped the table excitedly, tattling.
“He just mistook me for an Alpha,” Qiu Sui explained, a pang in his chest.
Qiu Shun “oh”-ed again, sipped water calmly, then asked seriously: “Does bro like him?”
Qiu Sui nearly choked, face flushing before he could deny it. Qiu Shun continued firmly: “During my break, my heart started racing.”
Qiu Sui coughed red-faced, hand to his cheek to cool it. No way am I admitting mine was from fear. He stayed silent.
Qiao Keren gaped, finally getting Qiu Sui’s gloom. “It’s fine! He thought you were Alpha, but maybe he likes you, not the gender!”
The misunderstanding snowballed; Qiu Sui didn’t know how to fix it.
Qiu Shun sensed something off and switched topics.
After eating, they parted. Qiu Sui biked his scooter back to the dorm, flicked on lights and AC—then his phone rang.
Video call from Qiu Shun.
Qiu Sui answered, stripping off the heavy uniform down to shorts and tee before sitting.
“Bro, back at the dorm?” Qiu Shun’s voice came through.
Qiu Sui propped the phone, slumping listlessly on the desk. “Yeah.”
Compared to Qiu Sui’s messy hair and weary face, Qiu Shun was fresh-showered in pajamas across the way.
Both tanned a bit; Qiu Shun’s nose bridge was red from sunburn. Staring at his brother, he asked: “Bro, you’re not hiding anything from me, right?”
Qiu Sui’s heart thudded; his eyes darted away. Can’t tell him plot stuff—might jinx him.
But that Alpha…
His tough facade crumbled; his hand on the desk clenched in fury.
“…I need to catch an Alpha.”
They’d dealt with obsessive suitors before. Pre-differentiation, stalked by seniors after school—but before they could retaliate, the guy got hit by a scooter, fractured bones, hospitalized half a month.
Post-Omega differentiation for Qiu Shun, Alphas slipped Susceptible Period-scented love letters in his desk, stole his Suppressants. Qiu Sui always carried extras, then beat the crap out of them.
They synced perfectly—tastes, habits, expressions. No imitation, just innate understanding.
…
Word was someone complained to the chief instructor about certain companies’ Alphas disrupting training with extra drills. Instructors had an early meeting; afterward, that self-inflicted punishment stopped.
Qiu Sui’s next few days were easier; his phone filled with harassing texts again—annoying but harmless.
From snippets, he deduced the Alpha trained elsewhere.
Their camp’s companies rested near-simultaneously. Texts came during their group drills, except that 20-minute free break.
Camps’ free breaks aligned closely; Qiu Shun’s started five minutes earlier.
Comparing, the Alpha’s activity overlapped heavily with Qiu Shun’s camp.
If he’s from there, commuting during break means he’d arrive late post-break.
Explains why he can’t harass often.
Qiu Sui’s mind raced.
That’s Omega-heavy colleges… plus the Special Training Camp for elite Alphas.
Special Training Camp.
A hunch hit.
Likely an A-grade from there.
Start with the late-arriving Alphas those days. Eyes downcast, he eyed the five Campus Walls added via Qiao Keren’s shares.
He’d posted the jacket to lost-and-found—no bites, as expected.
Campus Walls buzzed: seniors fishing for freshmen, used books, dorm fights.
Qiu Sui hunted for gripes about late teammates dragging penalties. Too many Walls, though.
Special Training Camp had plenty of late Alphas—solo punishments, often mocked during breaks.
He skipped anything on Shen Zhixiao.
Posts were post-dismissal, timestamps off, tons of lates—vague, useless. These Alphas suck at punctuality.
No luck. New tack: pheromone scent, keyword Special Training Camp. Anyone mention a green tea-scented Alpha?
Assuming he flaunts it like other tactless Alphas around Omegas.
Just Shen Zhixiao queries everywhere. No other Alpha scents.
Dead end.
Qiu Sui breathed deep, glaring at the texts. Last resort: message first, bait him out.
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