Under the gazes of the Shen brothers—who looked at him like he was a madman—Mu Chenxing was forcibly dragged away by his three delicate Omega roommates.
Dragged away for real.
Mu Chenxing, who was taller than all his roommates, staggered along unsteadily, nearly tumbling over.
He despaired.
How was this scrawny body of his unable to handle even these three delicate pretty boys?
It seemed fighting would have to take a backseat. Without the strength and reflexes to match his skills and experience, any brawl would just put him at a disadvantage.
With that thought, he settled down and followed his roommates to class.
The next period was a theory lecture.
Mu Chenxing focused his mind and listened intently.
Perhaps thanks to residual memories in this body’s language center, he had no trouble with the language or text. Following the lecture came effortlessly.
But he couldn’t understand it.
He grasped every individual word, but strung together, they made no sense.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
So, the original owner’s language system had transferred over, but not his knowledge?
That meant all the upcoming coursework and exams were on him.
Mu Chenxing fiddled with his wristband to pull up the textbook, cross-referencing the pages the teacher displayed on the Holo-Screen. Still, nothing clicked.
The specialized terms were like riddles—literal meanings got him nowhere.
Worse, the textbook lacked explanations, or the ones it had were incomprehensible.
He tentatively nudged Tong Xiao and asked about one term.
Tong Xiao explained offhandedly, then added, “You forgot this word? That’s weird. The high school alliance exam was only months ago.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
So, he not only had to train his body but cram for classes too.
Despair.
Xia Weizhen glanced at his Holo-Screen, puzzled. “If you don’t remember, just check the textbook. Isn’t that faster than asking?”
Mu Chenxing: “…Oh, right. Forgot.”
Once Xia Weizhen and the others turned their attention back to the teacher, he finally explored the textbook.
Sure enough, it had definitions and references.
For the rest of the class, he listened to the lecture while digging through explanations.
He’d barely memorized a few terms when the bell rang.
They headed to the next classroom.
Three back-to-back classes that afternoon, ending at six.
Dinner was at the Cafeteria.
Mu Chenxing wasn’t hungry thanks to the so-called nutrient solution, but he still sampled a few dishes with his roommates.
He couldn’t identify the ingredients, but the flavors were surprisingly good—a small comfort amid his sorry state.
Leaving the Cafeteria, Mu Chenxing thought they’d return to the dorm. Instead, his roommates led him on twists and turns into a massive building—to watch Alphas play ball.
Mu Chenxing: “…Wasn’t it supposed to be this afternoon?”
It was nearly eight.
Tong Xiao: “Classes ran late. No big deal—the Gymnasium’s got Alphas 24/7. We can circle around and head back.”
Xia Weizhen smiled shyly. “Watching ball’s just an excuse. The Gymnasium’s our motivation to study.”
Tao Xirui’s eyes shone with hope. “Maybe we’ll bump into an Alpha one day and spark a romantic love story, just like in the novels.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
What to do with roommates obsessed with guys? Online? Pretty urgent!
He wanted to leave, but he had no clue how to get back to the dorm. So he kept his mouth shut, hands in pockets, and trailed behind.
The arena was huge—they even needed to scan their wristbands to enter.
Mu Chenxing didn’t get it and feigned complaint. “Why scan personal IDs? Such a hassle.”
Tong Xiao explained, “Exercise speeds up blood flow, which can spike Pheromone secretion. If an Omega nearing Heat Period and an Alpha are nearby, things could go south. Scanning tracks headcount for quick evacuation if needed.”
He pointed to the vending machines lining the lobby. “Pheromone Suppressants are always stocked here. In an emergency, the Intelligent Brain matches personnel numbers against inventory. If short, it alerts Medical at once.”
Mu Chenxing frowned. This Heat Period sounded like a real pain—even workouts were risky?
“Of course, it’s just precaution. Our school’s had only two Pheromone riot incidents in a century. The first nearly escalated; the second was stopped thanks to ID checks.”
Xia Weizhen tilted his head. “The second was General Pei, right?”
“Yeah, yeah—General Pei.” Tong Xiao beamed. “One man’s Pheromone surge triggered hundreds into early Heat Period! The Alliance’s strongest man!!”
Tao Xirui cupped his face. “General Pei’s every Omega’s dream guy in the Alliance!”
Mu Chenxing rolled his eyes. “Fine, he’s amazing, but what does it matter to us—which arena?”
They stood in a domed circular hall with over a dozen doors around, each signposted to different venues.
He had no idea which one they wanted.
Tong Xiao snapped back. “Same old?”
The other two nodded.
Mu Chenxing had no objections.
The four slipped into the Basketball Arena.
Through the broad corridor, the roar of the crowd hit them the moment they entered.
An endless basketball court filled with tall men in tank tops and shorts came into view, flanked by cheering students slapping seats and palms. Sweat, Pheromones, and a mishmash of scents crashed over them—youth in full blast.
Tong Xiao inhaled deeply. “Pheromones always hit hardest in the Gymnasium.”
Xia Weizhen whipped around to Mu Chenxing. “Xingxing, your Pheromones okay?”
Mu Chenxing checked himself. “No reaction.”
Tong Xiao: “He’s got Suppressant injected—even that Alpha’s scent lingered three days, but he’s fine.”
Xia Weizhen nodded. “True.”
Then he scanned excitedly. “Let’s grab seats.”
Tao Xirui pointed. “Front row over there.”
Three minutes later, the four sat in a row by a court, right across from the players’ bench.
Mu Chenxing was about to study modern basketball rules when he saw his three roommates fire up their Holo-Screens and start—
Homework?
He: “?”
“Aren’t you here to watch ball?”
Tong Xiao: “Ball and homework—two birds, one stone.”
Xia Weizhen: “Alphas playing, Omegas studying—what a friendly, harmonious scene.”
Tao Xirui gazed dreamily. “Quiet, studious Omegas are way more appealing to Alphas.”
Mu Chenxing glanced around—plenty of Omegas with Holo-Screens, chatting and laughing with friends while stealing glances at the sprinting Alphas.
Even some Betas.
His temple twitched.
What kind of school spirit was this?
Observing the court again, players were all tanks and shorts—gender hard to tell. But after half a day, he’d realized: courts had Alphas, maybe Betas, but never Omegas.
He pondered, then asked, “Where should I go to train my body?”
Tong Xiao: “Huh?” He thought. “Body shaping, equipment zone, light ball court, or pool—but only Omega sections.”
Mu Chenxing grabbed him and Xia Weizhen beside him. “C’mon, take me to train.”
The three: “?”
Bewildered, but obliging.
Ten minutes later, through a maze of corridors, they entered a tiny arena—maybe a tenth the Basketball Arena’s size. Attendance…
Lights flicked on as they entered.
Just turning on!!
The basketball place had been packed, voices booming—how was this ghost town?
Xia Weizhen looked around. “Whoa, Xiaoxiao, how’d you know about this? So many machines.”
Even Tao Xirui touched one. “New build? All shiny.”
Tong Xiao: “Built years ago, barely used—so they look new.”
Mu Chenxing: “…Why don’t Alphas train here?”
Tong Xiao sighed. “Alpha equipment zones are double the intensity. They’d wreck these in days.”
Mu Chenxing raised a brow.
So, master these, then hit Alpha zones, and he’d be set to fight them?
He approached an arm-pull machine, noted the weight—20 kg.
Light as nothing!
He gripped the rings and yanked down—
“Whoa, straight to it?!”
“Careful!”
“Too heavy—let’s adjust first!”
Mu Chenxing eyed the screen: 12 kg displayed, arrow flashing to pull harder. He silently released his straining arms.
Good thing he hadn’t fought Shen Mingtao today—this strength was like tickling.
He waved off his three anxious roommates and circled, testing gear.
Small venue, but fully equipped: strength, endurance, legs… Instructions, real-time data, auto-stop based on vitals.
Full lap done, Mu Chenxing grinned, turning to them. “From now on, two hours daily here.”
Xia Weizhen: “Hiss—why train like this?”
Tong Xiao: “Two hours too much?”
Tao Xirui: “Xingxing, you’ll get hurt overdoing it.”
Mu Chenxing: “I mean you, you, you—all four of us, two hours daily.”
The three: “？!”
Mu Chenxing: “Starting today.”
He shoved each into a machine, lowest settings, activated.
“Aah—no, why am I doing this?”
“Aah, so heavy—Xingxing, save me!”
“Whoa, stop it!”
Mu Chenxing: “Relax, just ten minutes. We’ll ease in.”
He hopped on one and started.
The three: “…”
This wasn’t the plan.
“Wait, Xingxing, why us?”
“So heavy, can’t pull.”
“Xingxing, help!!”
Mu Chenxing checked their screens—all green and safe—calmly: “Omegas need strong bodies to bear strong Alphas. Don’t you want healthy, powerful ones?”
The three: “!”
Yes!
Mu Chenxing: “Alliance-designed for Omegas. Fall short, and you’re not qualified, right?”
The three: “!”
Logical!!
Mu Chenxing: “Keep going?”
All three: “Yes!!”
Mu Chenxing nodded approvingly. “Good.”
