Pei Yao froze for two seconds, his expression softening. “You—”
“Alright,” Mu Chenxing patted his chest, “let me go.”
Pei Yao’s hand gripped the jacket wrapped around him, leaving him unable to budge.
Pei Yao tightened his arms and leaned down to kiss the corner of his mouth. “Why should I let you go? What if you freeze?”
Mu Chenxing said, “I need to get back and study.”
Pei Yao: “…Didn’t you miss me?”
Mu Chenxing looked puzzled. “I’ve seen you, kissed you, and even told you I missed you—what else is there to do?”
Pei Yao: “…”
He narrowed his eyes, squeezing the words through gritted teeth. “Is this how you do romance? Step by step? Following procedure?”
Mu Chenxing sensed trouble and quickly stroked his chest to soothe him. “I’m not following procedure! If I didn’t miss you, would I brave this freezing wind in the dead of night? My mind’s just on finals right now. It’ll be fine once they’re over.”
Pei Yao sneered coldly. “After finals, there’s Omega training tests, then sports festival prep camp, winter break, new semester… Everything’s so important. So you just brush me off, huh?”
Mu Chenxing coaxed him. “How could that be? Prep camp’s way easier than exams!” He stroked the other’s chest again. “Be good—you’re the Alliance’s strongest Alpha. Show some magnanimity!”
Pei Yao wasn’t satisfied and chomped down on his cheek.
It hadn’t even been hard, but Mu Chenxing still played it up with a dramatic, “Ouch!”
Sure enough, Pei Yao immediately released him, kissed the bitten spot, and huffed lightly. “Little fibber.”
Mu Chenxing chuckled. “So, can I go back now?”
Pei Yao sucked hard on him once more before relenting helplessly. “I’ll walk you back. Don’t freeze.”
“No need—it’s just a few steps.” Mu Chenxing pushed at him.
Pei Yao said nothing. He bent down, scooped the six-foot Mu Chenxing into his arms—jacket and all—and bolted out of the shadows.
Trapped tightly by the other’s jacket and arms, Mu Chenxing: “…”
It was only a few dozen meters, and Pei Yao covered it in the time it took to catch his breath.
He set Mu Chenxing down at the dorm building entrance, grabbed his wristband to scan the door lock, then shoved him inside before quickly shrugging off the jacket.
Mu Chenxing hadn’t even reacted before the door shut. Through the glass, he saw the other waving.
The next second, Pei Yao rocketed away, too fast to track.
He: “…”
Mu Chenxing opened his Holo-Screen and switched to video call.
The other picked up instantly.
The camera showed the man’s jawline, with shifting lights around him—he was clearly on the run.
“What’s up? Missing me already?”
Mu Chenxing: “…Did the surveillance catch us?”
Running that fast isn’t normal.
The other side chuckled. “No worries—the patrols can’t catch me. I’ll hit up Fu Mingyuan to wipe the footage.”
Mu Chenxing: “…I told you not to walk me back, but you had to make a fuss! Don’t treat me like some fragile Omega.”
Even as an Omega, he’s a male Omega!!
The other stole a moment to blow a flying kiss at the camera. “This has nothing to do with fragility~ As an Alpha, taking care of my baby is instinct!”
Mu Chenxing shuddered at that sleazy “baby,” slamming the video call shut.
He dashed back to the dorm—it hadn’t even been twenty minutes.
Tong Xiao and the others looked over.
“That quick?”
“Didn’t you meet him?”
Mu Chenxing shrugged off the jacket and hung it up. “I did. We met, chatted a bit, and I came back.”
The three got mad.
“Not even a proper chat? Did you fight?”
“I knew old Alphas like that can’t do real romance.”
“Yeah, those old Alphas just want to get in bed. If you don’t put out, they bolt!”
Mu Chenxing sighed helplessly. “Don’t overthink it.”
He pulled out a chair and sat. “Men—having desires is normal. Knowing restraint? That’s a true Alpha.”
The three exchanged glances.
Tong Xiao raised a brow. “Has desires, knows restraint?”
Xia Weizhen drawled, “Restraint~~~”
Tao Xirui blushed. “H-how do you know he has desires?”
Mu Chenxing: “…Put away your dirty minds. Don’t corrupt your pure roommate’s soul.”
Tong Xiao tsked. “Soul pure, but is the body?”
Xia Weizhen eyed him. “No wonder your lips are so red…”
Tao Xirui covered his face. “Oh god, so intense.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He jumped up to grab them for tickle torture punishment.
…
After half a month of grueling study hell, finals finally ended.
As soon as he finished the last exam and walked out, Mu Chenxing pulled up the school backend to check scores.
Tong Xiao and the others were tense too, ignoring their own results to crowd around him.
“72, 81, 69…”
“All passes!!”
“Awesome—not dead last!”
The three hugged Mu Chenxing, shaking him wildly in excitement.
Mu Chenxing beamed. “Keep pushing next year! Next step: surpass Rui Rui!”
Tao Xirui froze, then shrieked. “Why me?”
He checked his own. “I made top 300 at least.”
Mu Chenxing: “In our dorm, besides me, you’re the lowest ranked.”
Tao Xirui: “…Just you wait—I won’t let you pass me! Next semester—no, starting now, I’m studying!”
The three burst out laughing.
Once the laughter died, Tong Xiao checked his scores and frowned. “Then next year, I’m pushing hard too. Gonna crush Class A’s Shen Mingshu and take first!”
Xia Weizhen: “I’ll set a modest goal first—top 100.”
Tao Xirui: “…Damn, you’re all so driven. No vacation for me over break!”
Mu Chenxing stayed quiet.
Pei Yao had messaged asking for his scores.
Mu Chenxing: You took my class schedule and exam timetable?
He’d just left the exam hall.
Pei Yao: Of course.
Mu Chenxing: Then how come you can’t check my scores?
Pei Yao: Schedules are public for seizing every opportunity to date you. Checking scores? That’s stalking. Your boyfriend has professional ethics [shy face.jpg]
Mu Chenxing’s lips curved up. He forwarded his score sheet.
Pei Yao: [jaw drop.jpg]
Pei Yao: Baby’s amazing!! [wild applause.gif] Two and a half months from last place to top 700!
Pei Yao: Worth all my sacrifices!
Mu Chenxing teased: Hoping you keep it up, so I can aim for top 10 next semester.
Pei Yao: …
Pei Yao: [headbutt wall.gif]
Pei Yao: Will I even see my little boyfriend next year? [facepalm cry.jpg]
Pei Yao: This is worse than online dating [facepalm cry.jpg]
Mu Chenxing laughed out loud.
The next second, three heads crowded in.
“Tsk tsk.”
“Little boyfriend~”
“Baby~”
Mu Chenxing snapped the Holo-Screen shut, face impassive as he turned to leave. “Let’s go—class meeting before break.”
The three chased after, laughing, and kindly switched topics:
“What break? After the meeting, we’re off to Command College for ours.”
“Gonna move dorms?”
“Meeting’ll probably tell us…”
…
After the class meeting, other students buzzed with joy, said goodbyes, and headed to pack for home.
Mu Chenxing’s group strolled to the Medical College gates, waiting for the whole Association—Number 54 included—before heading en masse to Command College.
Shen Mingshu muttered, “There’s shuttle buses—why run?”
Chu Yuan soothed him. “Run now, skip tonight’s. Same difference.”
Other Omegas chimed in. “Training starts tomorrow—gotta adapt early.”
“I’m so nervous. What if I can’t keep up?”
“Xingxing said just do your best.”
“Yeah, we’re data samples for the school—no grades required.”
“It’s just fun—don’t overthink~”
Leaving Medical College, the path filled with Alphas and Betas hauling luggage home. Most glanced at the jogging Omegas without stopping; a few pointed curiously.
Everyone tensed up, chatter dying down.
Mu Chenxing led the run and, seeing this, called out helplessly. “Wanna sing a song?”
The Omegas: “???”
“Not good, right?”
“So many Alphas and Betas.”
Mu Chenxing asked Xia Weizhen beside him. “Any song everyone knows?”
Xia Weizhen: “For real?”
Mu Chenxing nodded. “Singing boosts courage.”
Xia Weizhen hesitated. “Nursery rhymes?”
Other Omegas:
“I only know a few kids’ songs.”
“I just listen to love songs.”
“Me too.”
Mu Chenxing: “…If not, I’ll teach one?”
“Huh? What song does Xingxing know?”
“What’re you teaching?”
Mu Chenxing: “Alliance Battle Anthem.”
Just swap “Party” for “Alliance.”
The Omegas: “?”
Mu Chenxing belted it out. “New campaign horns blare, strong army goals summon ahead!”
The Omegas reeled from the blast.
Mu Chenxing: “Sing along.”
He roared it again, turned backward, jogged in reverse while conducting. “Sing~”
The Omegas:
“…”
“No way! That’s so un-Omega!”
“Oh god, what singing style!”
“Can’t we do something gentle?”
Mu Chenxing: “…Singing doesn’t split by Omega or Alpha! This one’s catchy and epic—perfect for group sing-along.”
The Omegas looked skeptical.
“It’s really good! If not, I’ll sing it once!” Seeing nods, Mu Chenxing sighed, jogged backward, and belted, “New campaign horns blare, strong army goals summon ahead…”
An old soldier who’d roughed it in barracks for years—thick-skinned as they come. He howled the full song down the busy main path.
“How’s that? Catchy, right? Full of vigor?” Mu Chenxing sought praise.
The Omegas were still stunned/speechless when whistles rang out.
“Nice!”
“One more!”
“Pump it up! Another for the bros!”
The Omegas: “!!!”
They all halted.
Mu Chenxing: “…” He stopped too, turned to look behind.
A squad of Alphas rounded the corner ahead, grinning cheekily at him—some eyes roving boldly over the Omegas behind.
Mu Chenxing dropped his smile, sized them up.
Five rows, ten per—his row short one spot.
He clocked it. “Sports fest top 50? Which event?”
The lead Alpha blinked in surprise. “You saw that?” He thumped his chest, grinning. “Your bros are obstacle course.”
One beside him: “Wait—isn’t that Mu Chenxing?”
Another: “Hiss—then these must be those Omegas?”
The other Alphas, lead included, shifted expressions, scrutinizing them closely.
Mu Chenxing looked away, told the Omegas. “Thought these guys were hotshots. Mouths so foul—and they can’t even beat us… Let’s go. Wasting time on them lowers our class.”
The Alphas: “!!”
Mu Chenxing took off first—straight toward the Alphas blocking the intersection.
The Omegas hesitated, then trailed slowly.
In a few breaths, Mu Chenxing reached the Alphas.
They tensed like facing an enemy, instinctively backing up.
Stone-faced, Mu Chenxing led the Omegas past, then stepped aside to jog in place beside them, coaching the group. “Slower, breathe, rhythm—one-two, one-two…”
After all 53 Omegas passed, Mu Chenxing turned, saluted the Alphas military-style. “Thanks.”
“And by strength, 33 of you are men I defeated after just two months and ten days of training. By rank, you should call me bro.”
The Alphas: “!!”
Mu Chenxing flashed a smile. “Of course. Don’t call me unless it’s important—you’re all too weak to be my little brothers.”
Stifled snickers drifted from behind.
The Alphas: “!!”
Mu Chenxing snapped off another salute, then turned and hurried after the main group, all of them with ears perked to eavesdrop.
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