Mu Chenxing was extremely considerate: Act within your means—a buck or two is fine, ten or a hundred grand is welcome [shy.jpg]
Xu Zhicheng: Stop being shy. You’re scaring me.
Mu Chenxing: .
Mu Chenxing: Cut the crap. You donating or not?
Xu Zhicheng: …Now that’s more like it.
Mu Chenxing rolled his eyes. No wonder he only knows how to bully the Omegas he likes. What a punk who needs a beatdown.
Xu Zhicheng: [Transferred 200]
Xu Zhicheng: That enough?
Mu Chenxing beamed, typing: More than enough! Thanks, handsome! You’re so generous!!
Xu Zhicheng: …
Mu Chenxing felt utterly satisfied and shut off his holo-screen. He scooted over to Tong Xiao and the other two. “Stop hesitating, guys. Join up already. I need you.”
Tong Xiao refused. “I’m allergic to running.”
Xia Weizhen hesitated. “An hour of running is too long.”
Tao Xirui, however, was more intrigued. “It seems pretty lively. Will I make a ton of new friends if I join?”
“Of course.” Mu Chenxing slung an arm around Tao Xirui’s shoulders. “The Omegas joining now are all silly-sweet innocents—perfect for making friends.”
Silly-sweet innocents… Tong Xiao was speechless. “What kind of description is that? Sounds like an insult.”
Xia Weizhen and Tao Xirui shot him disapproving looks too.
Mu Chenxing blinked in confusion. “Isn’t that a compliment? Silly-sweet means pure and scheming-free. They talk and act sweetly too. Sure, they might lack some common sense, but what’s not to like? Hanging out with them is the most comfortable!!”
The three: …
It made sense.
Mu Chenxing: “Don’t sweat the details.”
He yanked down his backpack and pulled out his hand-drawn organizational chart. “Hurry up and join. The Association needs you!”
Tong Xiao: …You just want us to do the grunt work?
Mu Chenxing declared righteously, “How is it grunt work? This is serving the Omegas.”
His three roommates: …
“Joining’s fine, but can I skip the running?” Tong Xiao eyed him sideways.
Mu Chenxing looked heartbroken. “Xiaoxiao, you haven’t even graduated and you’re already trying to be elite? Of course you gotta suffer alongside everyone!”
Tong Xiao: “Then I’m out—”
“Xiaoxiao!” Mu Chenxing hugged him tight while still hooking onto Tao Xirui, then wailed right in their ears. “You can’t abandon me like this! Look, I suck at homework as it is. If you don’t come help, I’ll be buried by Association stuff, my grades will tank, and I’ll get kicked out of school. You heartless bastards…&￥#&%&……”
By the time they reached the classroom, Tong Xiao and Tao Xirui’s ears were ringing, and Xia Weizhen was laughing so hard tears streamed down his face.
Mu Chenxing wasn’t done with them yet. He tried to yell again as they entered, but a tormented Tong Xiao clamped a hand over his mouth.
“Fine, I’ll join!” Tong Xiao surrendered. “Never seen anyone wail like that.”
Mu Chenxing grinned ear to ear and whipped out the membership forms for them.
Xia Weizhen wiped his tears. “I haven’t agreed yet.”
Mu Chenxing: “Come on, Xiaoxiao already said yes. What’re you two holding out for?”
He immediately pulled up the school’s club System, entered his roommates’ names, and assigned them positions—Tong Xiao as vice president, Xia Weizhen as secretary-general, Tao Xirui as head of organization.
In seconds, the confirmation emails hit their inboxes.
The three roommates: …
Tong Xiao: …I’m busy.
Xia Weizhen: …What do I even do?
Tao Xirui stammered: “I-I-I have social anxiety.”
Mu Chenxing ignored them, pulling out a thick stack of agreements. “I’ll set up the main group chat later. You three add members in batches, then drag them into the big group once friended.”
The three roommates: …
This is straight-up herding ducks onto a shelf!
Tong Xiao gave him a dead-fish stare. “So what’re you doing?”
Mu Chenxing declared righteously, “I’m the worst student. I need to listen and take notes.”
The three: …
Day 38 of transmigration: Mu Chenxing encountered his first bullying incident since crossing over—a group beating from his roommates.
…
That evening, Mu Chenxing led a pack of begrudging Omegas—who’d been forced to run—straight to the new office.
Tong Xiao and the others had arrived early, shoving tables and chairs aside to clear more space.
The walls now sported printouts of the Association charter, goals, and rules they’d just run off.
The twenty-odd people crammed into the office and, at Tong Xiao and the others’ prompting, began reading the posted charter, goals, and rules.
—Yes, there were rules.
Mu Chenxing had dictated every single one.
“No Association members shall form groups to bully others.”
“No Association members shall bully others in the Association’s name.”
“No…”
As he read each rule aloud, the Omegas’ grumbles faded, their resentful expressions softening.
After finishing the simple rules, Mu Chenxing cleared his throat and introduced Tong Xiao and the other two. Then: “Everyone now split into three lines and queue up to register your info.”
Tong Xiao and the others each grabbed a notebook and spread out to different tables, waiting.
The crowd: ?
Didn’t we already DM our info and get added to the group this afternoon?
Register what now?
Mu Chenxing explained at once: “This isn’t personal info. This is logging the jerks who’ve bullied you in the past—or are still doing it now.”
The crowd: !!
Mu Chenxing: “Alphas, Betas, Omegas—anyone. If you have proof or you’re sure they bullied you, log ’em all. But one condition.”
“You must describe the details fully. We’ll randomly select 15 Association members to judge. Only if it’s confirmed as bullying will it go into the System for the Association to pursue.”
He scanned the fired-up Omegas. “Any questions?”
“None!”
“This is a real mutual aid group!”
“I thought I’d been scammed, wuwuwu~”
“I knew the guy who fights Alphas would help us!”
…
The noise drowned out speech.
Mu Chenxing made several quiet-down gestures before the room settled.
Mu Chenxing: “That said, if the bullying didn’t involve physical harm or it’s ancient history, justice will be tough.”
“Plus, to avoid bias, every case gets reviewed by 15+ random members. If it’s bullying, we act. If not…”
The Omegas’ faces fell again.
“We can still collect a little interest.” Mu Chenxing grinned slyly. “Nobody says we can’t stir up some minor trouble for them?”
The crowd froze, then burst into laughter.
Mu Chenxing struck while the iron was hot, laying out his plan in quick detail.
The crowd: …
Mu Chenxing coughed guiltily. “Roughly that. And you all know these targets’ situations, so you pick locations and numbers. If not, we can dig deeper.”
He eyed their odd looks and asked shamelessly, “No better ideas? We roll with this for now?”
They exchanged glances.
…It was shady as hell, but they had nothing better.
Mu Chenxing clapped once. “Settled! Line up and log ’em—no mercy!”
…
The next day.
After first period, Mu Chenxing bolted from the classroom with Tong Xiao and the others, raced upstairs, and linked up with two Association Omegas.
Spotting them, the two Omegas hurried over nervously.
Mu Chenxing cut to the chase: “Which one? Where?”
One Omega pointed to the classroom, whispering: “Two classes back-to-back. He’s inside chatting.”
Mu Chenxing checked the holo-screen list, confirming the name. “Zhong Shenglin, right?”
Both Omegas nodded vigorously.
Mu Chenxing waved them back. “Fall back.”
The two quickly retreated with Tong Xiao’s group to the stairwell, peeking out.
Mu Chenxing glanced at the name again, pocketed his holo-screen, strode to the classroom door, took a deep breath from his dantian, and bellowed: “ZHONG—SHENG—LIN!!”
The circular amphitheater classroom—big enough for two or three hundred—went dead silent.
An Alpha who’d been goofing around, arm raised mid-play, froze, straightened, and eyed him. “Who’re you?”
Mu Chenxing crooked a finger. “Out here. We need to talk.”
The Alpha hesitated.
“Is this a confession?”
“You’re dumb. Confessions don’t involve yelling.”
“Looks more like revenge.”
“Bro, wake up—that’s an Omega!”
“Yep, definitely a confession.”
…
The Alpha’s sharp hearing caught every whisper.
He shook off his doubt, swaggered down the steps full of bravado, planted himself at the door, flicked his bangs, propped an elbow on the frame, and smiled tenderly. “You wanted me?”
…Ugh, so oily. Mu Chenxing shuddered and backed up several steps. “Outside.”
The Alpha scanned the room amid envious stares, shoved hands in pockets, and sauntered after him to the corridor’s middle.
In the interstellar era, land was plentiful, and the Alliance First Military Academy wasn’t stingy.
Their teaching building corridors were vast—wide enough for four lanes of traffic both ways.
Mu Chenxing planted his feet. “You know Chu Yuan, right?”
The Alpha grinned instantly. “Yeah, but don’t worry—”
“Do you know me?”
The Alpha blanked.
Mu Chenxing: “Guess not.”
He pulled up the pre-opened School Forum page and thrust the holo-screen in his face. “Seen this post?”
The Alpha read aloud reflexively: “Breaking! Freshman Omega Actually Fights Alpha One-on-One—”
“Yep.” Mu Chenxing pocketed it and jabbed a thumb at himself. “That’s me—the fighting Omega.”
The Alpha: …
Mu Chenxing sized him up. “I wanna fight you. Not sure if I’ll win, but I’ll definitely cost you three credits. Heard your major’s packed this semester~”
The Alpha finally sensed trouble, frowning slightly. “What do you want?”
Mu Chenxing: “You gave Chu Yuan a crude nickname, tricked him into changing schedules so he’d go to the wrong building, miss class, and get docked points, right?”
The Alpha: …
Mu Chenxing: “Two choices now.”
He held up one finger. “One: I fight you every day from here on. Win or lose, your credits zero out in two weeks—back to square one.”
The Alpha’s face darkened.
Mu Chenxing smiled, raising two fingers. “Two: Apologize to Chu Yuan right here in front of everyone.”
The Alpha turned to leave.
Mu Chenxing sneered, lunged forward—
Thud!
His kick was blocked. He spun off the force, landing steady.
Then he grinned.
“That’s me initiating now,” he glanced at the corridor cameras. “You wanna keep going? Credits ready?”
The Alpha: …
“I’ll apologize!”
Mu Chenxing nodded, waving toward the stairwell. “Come here.”
Tong Xiao’s group yanked the two—including Chu Yuan—out.
Chu Yuan was jittery, shrinking behind them.
Mu Chenxing bellowed: “Chu Yuan!”
Chu Yuan froze in place.
He still clutched the Omega beside him, eyes glued to the floor, avoiding eye contact.
Mu Chenxing: …
He turned to the sour-faced Alpha. “Go on. Apologize.”
From his initial roar, students had mobbed the doors and windows inside and out for the show.
The Alpha wavered.
Mu Chenxing balled fists and stepped forward.
“Sorry!” the Alpha blurted.
Mu Chenxing: “Louder!”
The Alpha swallowed humiliation and yelled: “Sorry!”
Mu Chenxing turned to Chu Yuan. “Anything else? Want him to spell out what he did and promise no repeats?”
“No need!” Chu Yuan rejected hastily, squirming under the stares, mumbling at the floor. “It’s fine.”
Mu Chenxing: …
Even accepting an apology’s this meek? How’s he gonna survive later?
He let out a quiet sigh and flashed a smile at the sullen-faced Alpha. “I didn’t expect you to apologize so bravely and decisively! Just as I said, my first impression never lies. The moment I saw you, I thought you were tall, fierce, and handsome. Now I see you’re so responsible too! You surely didn’t bully Omegas on purpose, right? There must be some misunderstanding here!”
The Alpha: “……?”
Mu Chenxing: “You must be super popular among Omegas, huh?”
Caught off guard, the Alpha stammered a little. “I-I guess, kinda?”
Mu Chenxing: “See? Someone as handsome and responsible as you—tons of Omegas must like you. Our Omega Upgrade Association admires Alphas like you the most. I’m sure you’ll support our Omega Association too, helping more Omegas grow strong and independent, free from bullying, discrimination, or malicious teasing—becoming the new-era Omegas they deserve to be, right?”
A barrage of flattery crashed over him, laced with nonstop mentions of “Omega,” leaving the Alpha utterly bewildered. He replied on reflex: “Right.”
“I knew I hadn’t misjudged you.” Mu Chenxing beamed, smoothly pulling up his Holo-Screen. He switched to the Association’s approved payment account, punched in the amount, and turned back to him. “Thanks for supporting the Omega Association!”
Still dazed, the Alpha opened his own Holo-Screen and scanned—
[Beep! First-year Clinical Medicine Class C’s Zhong Shenglin transferred 500 yuan. Thank you for your support of the Omega Upgrade Association, Zhong Shenglin. Wishing you safety.]
Mu Chenxing grinned from ear to ear, pocketed his Holo-Screen, and bolted away. His voice echoed from afar—
“Thanks for the support~~~~ Don’t bully our Chu Yuan anymore~~~~”
The Alpha: “……”
Onlookers: “……”
The next second, the three roommates—including Tong Xiao—snapped out of it and chased after him at full sprint.
The Alpha: “……”
Onlookers: “……”
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