Tong Xiao and the other top students pinned down Mu Chenxing as they began dissecting the Omega enlistment agreement. Zhang Yunli even sent them the relevant regulatory documents.
Mu Chenxing didn’t get it. “These should have been drafted by professional legal experts, right? What’s there to worry about?”
Tong Xiao explained, “If all goes smoothly, we’ll be the first batch of Omegas in the entire Alliance to enlist and head to the frontlines. We have to scrutinize every clause.”
Chu Yuan added, “Who knows which arrogant Alphas threw these regulations together? How would they know what Omegas need? Even if they’re Omegas themselves, they haven’t done any training—how could they understand the issues frontline Omegas will face?”
Shen Mingshu was even blunter. “You can run, jump, fight, and get right back up if you fall. But swap in another Omega, and even a tiny problem could knock them down. Those are the Omegas these regulations are really for.”
“…Oh.” Mu Chenxing touched his nose sheepishly and mumbled weakly, “Well, just let me know if you need help.”
Shen Mingshu waved him off. “We don’t need you for now. Go play.”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
The group of Omegas dove into checking regulations, poring over fine print, and tapping their networks for legal advice, bustling about with enthusiasm.
Mu Chenxing slunk away sheepishly to train.
After advancing to his senior year, he no longer took on part-time gigs leading Omega underclassmen from other colleges.
It wasn’t a lack of time. Over the past two years, the school had built up and added all sorts of protective measures, letting Omegas access training facilities more freely.
Plus, the freshmen he’d mentored back then had risen to juniors—over a dozen of them, more than enough to each guide a new freshman. No need for him anymore.
So from his junior year onward, he’d focused solely on his own training, drifting between training halls across colleges, picking fights everywhere.
A year of that: some losses, mostly wins. But losses weren’t acceptable.
Fresh off his Heat Period, his stamina and speed had surged. Why grind slowly on equipment when he could adapt by taking hits?
He ignored the sports festival, leveraging the connections he’d built over two years to challenge anyone, anywhere.
He opened the “Climb to the Peak” hundred-member group:
Mu Chenxing: Bros, anyone seen Fu Yuefeng from the Mecha Department?
The group, quiet for the sports festival, exploded:
Lin XX: Star-bro, sports festival’s on—still fighting?
Mu XX: Heard you just got through your Heat Period. No rest? [shocked face.jpg]
Xu XX: Not worthy of being First Military Academy’s top Omega!
Liu X: Not worthy of being First Military Academy’s top Omega!
Zhu XX: Not worthy of being First Military Academy’s…
Mu Chenxing: Cut the flattery—no rewards for that.
Mu Chenxing: Seriously, who’s seen him?
The group joked around: no one had.
Mu Chenxing: Thanks, I’ll check other groups.
A barrage of “Bye Star-bro~”
Mu Chenxing rolled his eyes, switched to the “One Step Ahead” hundred-member group, and asked.
Still nothing.
He opened the “Every Shot Counts” group next.
Finally, different responses:
Gou XX: Think I saw him pass our college earlier.
Huang XX: Me too—with a junior Omega from his college~ [lecherous.jpg]
Li XX: Tsk tsk, using the sports festival to hit on Omegas~ Star-bro, go teach him a lesson!
Zhou X: Star-bro, he’s going after your student? Pound him!
Mu Chenxing: …Look at you all, sour as hell. Want me to ditch and watch the festival with you!?
Instant flood of shut-up emojis.
Mu Chenxing: Spill the coords, quick!
The spotters fired off two locations.
Mu Chenxing: Thanks—pick your flavors, grabbing Medical College specials for you two. @Gou XX @Huang XX
He attached the menu.
Gou XX: Heh, thx Star-bro~ Sherry coffee for me.
Huang XX: Thx Star-bro, sandstorm snow-top for me.
The rest piled on with disdain:
You two got no Alpha pride?!
Groveling! Fawning!! Embarrassing! Total embarrassment!
Some spammed @Fu Yuefeng: Come out, your Star-bro’s looking!
Mu Chenxing ignored them, closed the chat, dashed to buy drinks, then hit the shuttle stop for Aviation College.
En route, more coords trickled in from gleeful Alphas.
Still on the shuttle, the man himself popped up.
Fu Yuefeng: ??
Fu Yuefeng: Big bro, you’re still coming?
Fu Yuefeng: We fought two weeks ago—you can’t beat me in two weeks.
Mu Chenxing: Let’s try. Old rules: loser buys dinner.
Fu Yuefeng: It’s not about dinner.
Mu Chenxing: Loser gets you a handmade doll from Li Duoduo!
Fu Yuefeng: …
Fu Yuefeng: Deal!
Li Duoduo: …Star-bro, I’m in the group…
Laughter emojis everywhere.
Mu Chenxing: …When’d you join the shooting group?
Li Duoduo: …Last semester, I hit top hundred in shooting comp—you pulled me in.
Mu Chenxing: …Oh, forgot.
Mu Chenxing: [whiny cry.jpg] Bro raised you these years, piss and all—you won’t abandon me, right?!
Crowd:
Shameless!
Thick-skinned!
First Military Academy’s top Omega alright!
Duoduo ignore him!
Mu Chenxing: [noting grudges in little book.jpg]
Instant backpedal:
Star-bro lost fair—give it to him, Duoduo.
Omegas shouldn’t fight each other.
Star-bro’s got it rough.
Li Duoduo: …
All laughs aside, Mu Chenxing arrived.
He handed over the drinks first. The bribed “informants” grinned and led him to Fu Yuefeng and Li Duoduo.
Spotting him, Li Duoduo greeted, “Star-bro.”
Fu Yuefeng’s face fell. “You actually came… Rare days off training—gotta be today?”
Mu Chenxing passed a drink to Li Duoduo first. “Here, sweetie—sip while I spar with him.”
Li Duoduo smiled. “Bringing me drinks again? I’ll get fat.”
Mu Chenxing: “Little meat looks good. Too skinny, no strength.” He ruffled his hair. “No need to be polite.”
Li Duoduo took it without protest. “Thanks, bro.”
Mu Chenxing nodded, then turned to Fu Yuefeng. “Festival’s starting—if I lose to you, no rest! Besides, your ‘rest’ is just harassing our Duoduo. Better spar with me.”
Li Duoduo flushed faintly, sipping his drink head down.
Fu Yuefeng felt a twinge of guilt. “How’s it harassing? Anyway, you lost last time, not me.”
Mu Chenxing swung a mock punch. “Less talk, let’s go!”
Fu Yuefeng: “Nah, Duoduo’s out for once!”
Mu Chenxing: “…”
He turned to Li Duoduo. “Duoduo, spar with me instead?”
Li Duoduo didn’t hesitate. “Sure.”
Mu Chenxing slung an arm around his shoulders. “Heh, Duoduo gets it! Let’s roll.”
Fu Yuefeng’s face dropped. “Duoduo, you—”
Li Duoduo coughed lightly. “Bro’s got a tournament—training first.”
Fu Yuefeng: “I’ve got one too!”
Li Duoduo: “Then train more.”
Fu Yuefeng: “…”
Mu Chenxing beamed. “Duoduo’s the best!” He dragged Li Duoduo toward the Training Venue.
Behind, the two drink-slurping, spectating Alphas howled with laughter.
Fu Yuefeng grabbed one by the collar each. “You two snitches? So idle—train with us!”
They trained all afternoon.
Mu Chenxing still lost, but satisfied—his speed and power had improved; he used to not block Fu Yuefeng’s strikes at all.
The near-two-hour victim Fu Yuefeng wheezed, “Why do you feel faster? You’re a freak.”
Sparring Li Duoduo, one informant griped, “Watch your mouth. Only Alphas allowed to improve?”
Fu Yuefeng deflated instantly. “Didn’t mean it like that.”
The punch-eater whined to Li Duoduo, “Duoduo-bro, break time?”
The casually squatting one groaned too. “Why am I stuck training? Not competing.”
Mu Chenxing nudged him. “Train proper, or our Association Omegas won’t glance your way.”
Squat-guy yelled, “I’m no masochist like Fu Yuefeng—I ain’t into your Association Omegas!!”
Punch-bag yelled, “Whose Omegas are like yours? Fiercer one by one!”
Mu Chenxing tattled instantly. “Duoduo, he says you’re fierce.”
Li Duoduo didn’t pause, unleashing punches. “Fierce? This is Military Academy basics! Think school’s wrong? Wanna debate the dean?”
Punch-bag sulked. “You learned bad from Mu Chenxing!”
Li Duoduo: “You haven’t learned good—can’t even beat an Omega!”
Punch-bag: “…”
He hollered, “Fu Yuefeng, what do you even like about him?!”
Fu Yuefeng coughed. “So lively.”
The two: “…”
Mu Chenxing checked the time. “Duoduo, that’s enough.”
Li Duoduo retracted instantly, stepping back beside him, panting. “How was it?”
Mu Chenxing: “Great—controlled well today, no wild swings. Gou’er too weak maybe; have Fu Yuefeng spar you next.”
Gou-surname informant rolled his eyes. “Damn, I’m weak? Top hundred in college.”
Squat-guy patted him rising. “It’s fine, I’m weak too.”
Li Duoduo: “Fu Yuefeng’s no good—weak punches.”
Fu Yuefeng rushed, “I can, I’ll go hard next—tomorrow I’ll—”
“No tomorrow.” Mu Chenxing grinned. “Spar me first few days. Win, then you.”
Fu Yuefeng: “…”
Mu Chenxing didn’t wait, asking Li Duoduo: “Duoduo cool with that?”
Li Duoduo shifted uncomfortably. “Cough, his sparring’s got nothing to do with me.”
Mu Chenxing laughed. “No objection’s fine—alright, you guys earned dinner.”
The three Alphas perked up, debating which Cafeteria, what to order.
…
The next few days, Fu Yuefeng ran from Mu Chenxing everywhere. Follow, and they’d spar in comfy AC venues. Resist, get cornered at Cafeteria doors, classroom entrances, jogging paths—public beatdowns under stares.
Military Academy Alphas, Mecha Department ones, fought daily. But losing to an Omega publicly? Points docked!!!
Even with open Omega enrollment, protection regs held.
To dodge deductions, he followed obediently.
He tried going easy—got thrashed.
Full force? Daily thrashings—mutual, still balls-achingly frustrating.
It paused two days before the University Arena Competition’s Preliminary Selection.
Temporarily.
Roomie clapped his shoulder. “Just prelims. Till Star-bro beats you, finals or not, you’re sparring.”
Another: “Get used to it. Least you scored amusement park tickets—your little boyfriend’s thrilled, right?”
Fu Yuefeng coughed. “Not yet. Duoduo’s reserved. If not for his fave park, couldn’t even ask him out.”
“There you go. Mu Chenxing’s generous—spar for perks.”
Fu Yuefeng sighed. “Just venting. Being his target stresses me—progresses too fast. Feels like I’ll lose anytime.”
Roomies consoled in unison:
“Gotta lose gracefully.”
“We’ve all been there.”
“Who can beat Mu Chenxing?”
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