He woke up feeling like his arms, legs, and waist were about to give out.
Mu Chenxing hurt all over.
He’d been exhausted from last night’s training, and the sudden mishap had made him forget to stretch. Now this weak-ass body was staging a full revolt.
Mu Chenxing sprawled on the bed and wailed.
His three roommates pitied him but showed no mercy—they dragged him up and off to class.
Mu Chenxing groaned in agony. “Can’t we skip class?”
He had zero interest in nursing studies; he was only cramming to avoid blowing his cover.
Tong Xiao shot back, “We busted our asses to get into the Military Academy—we’re not here to skip!”
Xia Weizhen added, “You can slack on anything, but not studying.”
Tao Xirui chimed in, “Skipping class is wrong. We’re here to learn.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
“Want to excel at studying? You need a strong body for that. Otherwise, you get tired after reading two lines—how’re you supposed to learn then?”
He propped himself up on the desk with a cheeky grin. “So, wanna hit the Training Hall with me tonight?”
His three roommates: “…”
They all shot him eye rolls in unison.
Even so, after dinner, they followed Mu Chenxing to the Training Hall anyway.
But before working out, they insisted on scoping out the hot guys first—aka doing homework—and wouldn’t let Mu Chenxing sneak off alone.
Mu Chenxing knew his roommates were just worried he’d overdo it solo again, so he tagged along… to copy homework.
For him right now, independent assignments were as tough as elementary school math for a grad student.
But copying wasn’t easy either.
His three soft-looking, wimpy-seeming roommates were surprisingly diligent—no slacking on studies. They wouldn’t let him copy, but they’d explain everything.
Mu Chenxing was thrilled and shamelessly fired off questions one by one.
After a few, Tong Xiao sensed something off. “How do you not know any of this?”
Mu Chenxing squeezed out his best confused act. “Dunno. Suddenly, I just… don’t.”
Tong Xiao pondered. “Could the pheromone surge mess with your memory?” He eyed Mu Chenxing suspiciously. “And you’ve been way more lively these past few days.”
Xia Weizhen nodded. “Yeah—maybe that Alpha’s pheromones affected you? We got hit from way back yesterday, and you were out cold for nearly three days. Could be some side effects.”
Tao Xirui looked worried. “Should we have Professor Zhang check you out?”
Mu Chenxing waved it off quick. “Already did. Full checkup last night too—Professor Zhang’s stumped. He told me to contact the police ASAP, track down that Alpha’s details, and study his pheromones for my meds.”
The three got it.
“No wonder. We just caught a whiff and it wrecked us—you took it direct. Who knows how bad it hit you.”
“Those cops, though—why’d they pair you with such an aggressive Alpha?”
“Probably an emergency… Xingxing just got the short end.”
“Bottom line, it’s Shen Mingshu’s fault!”
“Police and Professor Zhang have it handled,” Mu Chenxing said, his roommates filling in the logic gaps for him as he sighed in relief and yanked the topic back. “Teach me this problem first.”
Tong Xiao thought it over. “Answering one by one’s a hassle. Lemme break down these two chapters for you.”
Mu Chenxing was over the moon. “Awesome, thanks! Lunch on me tomorrow.”
Tong Xiao smacked his head. “Lunch? You already blew a ton of cash on gifts for the Shen Mingtao brothers not long ago—save some!”
The other two nodded along.
Mu Chenxing: “…”
Sounded like his family wasn’t loaded—or he’d splurged too hard before.
No clue on the original owner’s home situation.
Whatever—handle the now.
Tong Xiao started tutoring him and quickly realized he didn’t even know basic terms, solidifying their earlier suspicions. He’d teach a bit, then curse; Xia Weizhen and Tao Xirui joined in.
The three cursed that mystery Alpha up one side and down the other.
Mu Chenxing felt guilty, silently apologizing to the unknown passerby Alpha in his head while joining the roast.
Then he buckled down to cram.
Tutoring revealed his roommates were total study gods, especially Tong Xiao—breaking down slides crystal clear, starting from basics. In under half an hour, Mu Chenxing actually got the chapter.
Way better than his slow, fumbling searches.
The three took turns lecturing. After they all did their bit, Mu Chenxing called it and sweet-talked them to the Omega training area.
Tong Xiao and the others muttered, suspecting the Alpha pheromones had turned him into a workout nut, and resumed cursing the guy.
Mu Chenxing stayed mum, letting the unknown Alpha take the heat—it’s not like he’d know.
With last night’s all-hands injection alert and roommate surveillance still fresh, Mu Chenxing only trained 55 minutes before quitting voluntarily and heading back to the dorm with them.
Before bed, he thought of the Alpha who’d been trashed all evening, pulled up the police list from last night, and searched one by one.
All high-rank officers with online photos. Mu Chenxing crossed them off using those pics.
Years tracking targets and perps gave him the pro eye—speed and accuracy on lock.
He mulled it over, poked his head out of the bed curtain, and asked his three roommates, who were doing pre-sleep face masks and hand/foot care: “Can you find all S-Level+ Alphas online?”
Tong Xiao got it instantly. “Checking that Alpha from the other night? He’s S-Level or higher?”
“Yeah. Professor Zhang figures the cop’s Alpha is at least S-Level.” Mu Chenxing said, “I searched online but nada.”
Tong Xiao frowned. “S-Level Alphas climb ranks fast in military/police. Should be findable… unless he’s new?”
Xia Weizhen: “Xingxing said he ran into him in the dead-end alley, right? Night patrol—probably a rookie.”
Tao Xirui: “If he’s this year’s grad, not even five months on the job—yeah, hard to find online.”
Mu Chenxing: “…Fine, whatever. Wait for the station to hit me up.”
Next day at lunch, Mu Chenxing went eating with his roommates.
He copied Xia Weizhen’s combo meal—still unfamiliar ingredients, but tasty. He was chowing down eagerly, listening to gossip, when his wristband buzzed.
He tapped the Holo-Screen—a stranger’s number.
“Hello—yes, see you soon.” He hung up the video call and met his roommates’ stares. “Where’s the Omega External Affairs Office? Cops from 17th Street want me for a statement.”
One question, three escorts gained.
The four scarfed lunch and rushed to the Omega External Affairs Office. School brass, their department heads, and cops were all there.
Mu Chenxing remembered zilch from that night—one big blank except waking in the dead-end.
Hearing he’d bitten his tongue and gashed his thigh to stay lucid, everyone went quiet. Roommates teared up.
But Mu Chenxing stayed chill, reassuring them. “I’m fine. I stabbed those guys in vital spots a few times—they’re probably still hurting.”
Everyone: “…”
The questioning cop cleared his throat to refocus, hesitating. “Remember anything they said?”
Mu Chenxing thought. “Just some dirty talk. No useful info.”
The cop frowned, treading light. “If it’s not too much, could you repeat it?”
Tong Xiao and the others tensed, grabbing him. Even the school leaders chimed in: “If it’s stressful, skip it.”
Omegas in this world are basically synonyms for fragile, Mu Chenxing thought, face straight as he recited the lines.
Tong Xiao and crew ground their teeth; school leaders’ faces darkened.
The cops lit up, though—the note-taker asked again: “Sure it was these exact words?”
Mu Chenxing: “Yeah. Something wrong?”
Cop grinned. “You were in full pheromone surge—A+ Pheromone Level—and they were up close, yet you stayed conscious the whole time? That’s off.”
Mu Chenxing: …No wonder the weird faces. Gaps in my common knowledge.
“Anything else?” the cop pressed.
Mu Chenxing shook his head.
More questions, more shakes.
Their department head got pissed. “You know he was in pheromone meltdown, self-harming just to hang on—how much do you expect him to remember?”
Mu Chenxing paused, glancing around.
No one objected; even school leaders looked disapproving.
Cop smiled appeasingly. “Gotta investigate fully, right?”
Department head opened his mouth—Mu Chenxing cut in smooth. “I really don’t recall more… but can I ask who the passing officer was? Wanna thank him personally. Plus, his pheromones are intense—Medical needs his level and traits for my meds.”
The cop blinked, checked his buddy. “Sorry, not our jurisdiction. Can’t share his info.”
Another cop jumped in with a grin. “Pheromones fade over time—no lifestyle impact.”
Subtext: No dice, not even on Pheromone Level traits.
Mu Chenxing got it. High-up Alpha.
Interrogation wrapped; school leaders confirmed he was good health-wise and sent them off.
He and Tong Xiao’s trio had just exited the building when Shen Mingshu and Shen Mingtao entered from the other side.
Xia Weizhen muttered, “Told you they were sus?”
Mu Chenxing: “Not necessarily. They were the last I ate with before it went down—biggest suspects, sure.”
Tong Xiao: “But they usually ignore you, then suddenly invite you out? Shady.”
Mu Chenxing: “Let the cops handle it. Trust they’ll figure it out—c’mon, gotta cram homework.”
Next few days, no word from the station.
Even the Shen brothers left him alone.
That night seemed done and dusted.
Mu Chenxing sifted every high-level Alpha cop online—still no match. He dropped it, zeroed in on catch-up studies.
Plus patching elementary gaps and workouts, he was slammed.
Busy made time fly—two days zipped by, weekend hit.
Xia Weizhen had elective Saturday, headed out early. Tong Xiao and Tao Xirui were mall-bound; Mu Chenxing begged off for study grind, hunkered in the dorm.
Eyes blurry, head throbbing from cramming, till Xia Weizhen messaged.
Mu Chenxing hadn’t forgotten Xia Weizhen mentioning bullies—and Saturdays were his solo class day. He figured he’d swing by, check it out. They’d planned Sixth Canteen lunch pre-class.
Sixth Canteen sat east campus, near admin and Xia Weizhen’s class spot.
He could navigate campus maps and transit on his wristband now. He replied, packed up, and headed out.
Off the intra-school flight vehicle before noon—Xia Weizhen not out yet.
Mu Chenxing pocketed his hands, sauntered toward the lecture hall to pick him up.
As he walked, oncoming folks kept glancing, then detouring around him.
He wasn’t rushing, steps slow; no one tailing. But meters off, crowds kept passing him, speeding ahead.
He narrowed his eyes.
Usually with roommates, he’d chalk detours to group space.
Now solo.
And those swerving? All Alphas?
“…Incoming, evacuate?”
“Nah, he’s not that green kid anymore—no need. You could stand next to him now and feel zilch—wait, why do I smell his pheromones?”
“Mirage? He’s hundreds of klicks away—you just said he controls it perfect.”
“Yeah, prob crowd pheromones blending.”
Mu Chenxing halted, eyeing the two middle-aged guys who’d brushed past in the throng, thoughtful.
Linking back to Shen Mingshu’s words.
He lifted his arm, sniffed.
Just crisp, clean detergent.
What the hell are those Alphas smelling on me?
