Chapter 5: The Beta Who Hates Alphas

As they stepped into the bathroom, Yu Sui and Shen Anliu ran into a problem.

Yu Sui couldn’t use the toilet conveniently in his condition; he needed assistance.

“Could you find me some crutches?” Completely forgetting his earlier harsh words to Shen Anliu, Yu Sui asked.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible,” Shen Anliu replied after glancing around. “If you don’t have any feeling down there, I can carry you over. Rest assured, I absolutely won’t peek.”

Yu Sui’s mouth twitched. Did he really need to spell it out so solemnly?

They were both guys, after all.

Yu Sui lifted the toilet seat and shot him a glance. Seeing Shen Anliu obediently looking away, he felt his ears heat up as he tried to get in the mood.

But with someone else there, he truly felt uncomfortable.

“You can go out.”

“Phew—”

A whistle sounded, and Yu Sui…

It was too sudden. As he was about to push the young man away, he ended up standing on one leg, so he tilted a bit.

A splatter hit the floor.

The sound stopped.

Yu Sui felt like he’d lost all face.

This was utterly mortifying.

Fuming with embarrassment, he glared at Shen Anliu beside him. “Did you do that on purpose just to see me make a fool of myself?”

“I didn’t.” Seeing Yu Sui struggling, Shen Anliu pressed down firmly on his shoulders with both hands, his expression utterly sincere. “I just thought you were having a hard time standing like that and wanted to help.”

“You…” Yu Sui saw the clarity in his eyes and felt a lump in his chest. “You just made it worse.”

He gritted his teeth, pointing out the other’s mistake. “You clean this up.”

“Mm.” Only then did Shen Anliu lower his gaze, his eyes blinking rapidly, lashes fluttering.

Yu Sui hadn’t finished yet; there were still a few drops hanging…

“You seem a bit overheated,” Shen Anliu said, his expression turning serious.

Yu Sui froze at the words, his face shifting through several shades of red. “It’s all your fault for pissing me off!”

He was starting to suspect if Shen Anliu was really Little Angel. Wasn’t he more like a wolf in sheep’s clothing?

How many times had he brought bad luck because of this guy?

“Sorry.” Shen Anliu stared at him, his Adam’s apple bobbing.

Yu Sui was truly different—pink…

His breath hitched, and he quickly looked away.

Yu Sui was starting to feel uncomfortable now. He wanted to wash up, but the floor…

Frowning, he first pulled up his pants. “Help me to the sink, and hurry up and clean that.”

It was a complete command, yet Shen Anliu didn’t seem upset at all.

Yu Sui felt provoked. He pursed his lips, washed up, then shoved him away. “I don’t need your damn help.”

It was a blatant case of biting the hand that fed him.

Shen Anliu felt guilty, though. It was all his fault that Yu Sui had lost face.

He quickly cleaned the floor and the toilet.

Meanwhile, Yu Sui shuffled slowly to the wardrobe. He couldn’t put weight on his toes, so he pushed off with his heels.

When Shen Anliu emerged, he saw Yu Sui rummaging for clothes. He touched his nose, not daring to offer help.

Yu Sui took his time getting cleaned up and changed, then lay down on the bed.

What a shitty day. Just end already.

Shen Anliu, however, lay awake for a long time. Thinking of that phone call, his eyes gradually grew cold.

He turned toward Yu Sui’s side, and his gaze softened again.

He hoped he could become good friends with Yu Sui.

Before sleep claimed him, he made that wish.

The next day at seven, Jiang Nianxing started frantically @-ing them in the group chat.

Yu Sui’s phone was on silent; he was still snoring away. Shen Anliu had tidied up and was preparing to head out.

As he walked, he replied in the group, saying Yu Sui’s injury had worsened.

Jiang Nianxing took half a day to respond with a single “…”—clearly speechless.

He really couldn’t understand it. How could an alpha be so frail?

Their first class was vocal training.

Everyone warmed up their voices, then followed the teacher’s lead.

They had just received TYE’s new group song.

Whenever new members joined, the company prepared a fresh group song to symbolize team spirit.

But new members never lasted long before getting kicked out for various reasons, so the black fans called it a sacrificial ritual.

TYE selected new members every so often, offering them up via group song to ensure their own stability.

The theory was laid out so convincingly that plenty of people half-believed it.

After all, how could an alpha maintain perfection forever? They must be using some dark arts.

The teacher merely asked once about Yu Sui’s absence and let it drop.

The company had monthly assessments; failing meant docked pay. Yes, they got salaries—decent ones—but to alphas, it was humiliation money, a mark of shame.

Yu Sui woke around ten, yawning as he sat up. The moment he swung his legs out of bed, he remembered his foot and froze, looking down in slight surprise.

“I’m better?”

[Yeah.]

“Did you heal me?” Yu Sui asked, astonished.

[That’s right. After all, we’re partners. I don’t want to see you struggling like this.]

Warmth bloomed in Yu Sui’s chest after hearing that. “Thanks.”

Full of energy now, he washed up and changed clothes before finally noticing the group messages.

His expression grew serious for a moment, then relaxed. In the story, he’d never passed anyway. No big deal.

He ambled to the cafeteria, got his favorite dishes, and found a quiet corner.

He was eating with his head down when—

Bang!

A tray slammed down in front of him, followed by two, then three more.

The others had finished training and come to eat.

“You okay?” Jiang Nianxing sat across from Yu Sui, scrutinizing him. The young man’s face looked normal, and his shoes fit properly. He frowned. “Why fake being sick?”

“He really…” Shen Anliu started to explain.

“I recover fast. I’m 4S, after all,” Yu Sui said loftily. “Whatever. You wouldn’t get it anyway.”

Jiang Nianxing choked, slumping back into his seat with an ugly expression.

Lu Jinxia sat diagonally across from Yu Sui. He glanced up casually at him, but his heart wasn’t calm.

After returning home yesterday, he’d called his therapist.

The doctor had concluded that Yu Sui might help him recover to normal and recommended more contact.

Lu Jinxia gripped his chopsticks, pondering how to get closer, but the young man’s attitude…

He Baiyan heard Yu Sui’s words and glanced at him, confusion in his eyes, but he said nothing.

Shen Anliu sat beside Yu Sui. He wanted to speak but held back, fearing it would anger him. He stayed silent even as Yu Sui started eating.

Still, he stood politely with the others, bidding the seniors farewell, trailing behind like a little tail at a respectful distance.

“So cocky,” Jiang Nianxing grumbled as they left, frowning deeply, his tone full of irritation.

“He’s 4S, after all,” Lu Jinxia said, lifting his gaze to watch the young man’s retreating back. “He has the right.”

“Why are you all so sure he’s 4S?” He Baiyan asked.

“Can’t smell his pheromones,” Jiang Nianxing said, recalling how he’d been looked down on and growing depressed again.

Lu Jinxia nodded too. “First time I’ve seen this.”

He Baiyan asked no more and began eating.

Jiang Nianxing couldn’t help venting again. “Do 4S even super-evolve? If he didn’t lack a gland and wasn’t so tall, I’d think he was an Omega.”

“You don’t know what I saw yesterday…” He described the scene. “Yu Sui was crying, and he looked so pitiful. I actually pitied an alpha—help, this defies all logic.”

“Calm down,” Lu Jinxia interrupted, seeing how worked up he was. “I think you’re too repressed. Take an inhibitor when you can.”