Chapter 10 Heat Period Look at him now, he's like a dead fish, what...

High school students are still in their developmental stage. Even adults release pheromones when they get excited or sweat. Wen Han has never seen an Alpha or Omega who doesn't release any pheromones at all.

He leaned closer, but still couldn't smell any pheromones.

Is this person really an Alpha?

Wen Han began to doubt his own abilities. Just as he was about to give up, he suddenly smelled a sweet fragrance, which was not the smell of fruit or other food.

So Jingyu's pheromones are from plants.

Wen Han proved his abilities were not in question and, satisfied, unveiled his revenge plan.

A person should not be defeated by temporary difficulties; he was too impatient today.

With her career and studies at odds, Wen Han focused all her attention on her revenge plan and forgot that she hadn't finished her homework.

When they reached the school gate, Fang Songxia asked him if he had finished the last question, and Wen Han finally realized what was happening.

"Go back and get it, I'll wait for you here."

"OK".

The senior high school building at the front is brightly lit, and they don't get out of school until 11:00 every day. Wen Han and her classmates get out at 10:00 now, but next semester they won't get out until 10:30.

When will these miserable days end? Wen Han walked wearily to the teaching building for their second-year high school students. Almost everyone had left, and the building was dark.

"ah!"

The system suddenly called out, startling Wen Han: "What's wrong!"

"Host, look! There's a dark figure over there!"

Calm down, this is a campus drama, not a supernatural one. Wen Han stiffly turned her gaze, and indeed there was a figure on the ground at the far end of the dark corridor.

Wen Han cautiously walked a few feet away and stopped. Damn it, how could it be that bastard Gu Cheng! Where did Wen Ruan go?

He looked left and right, but there was no one around.

Gu Cheng kept his eyes tightly closed, occasionally letting out a muffled groan.

Wen Han found it strange. Weren't Alphas supposed to become more aggressive during their heat, like some kind of ferocious beast? Why was this person lying motionless on the ground, as if their brain had been damaged by a fever?

Wen Han pondered for a moment, then slowly walked over, at which point the system shouted again, "No!"

The surroundings were already eerily quiet, and when this little thing started screaming, even a normal person would be scared out of their wits.

"What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of? What are you afraid of?!" Wen Han picked up a small stone from the flower bed and threw it at Gu Cheng, who didn't move.

He pointed and said, "Look at him now, he's like a dead fish, what's there to be afraid of?"

"No, that's not it," the system said, sounding aggrieved. "I just remembered that one of my colleagues' hosts encountered a similar situation."

"Then what?"

"Then the host decided to take matters into his own hands, but the protagonist woke up and killed him."

"What's the meaning?"

"It's that host who wanted a marriage-of-convenience-to-love story, but the protagonist—"

"Stop." Wen Han felt a chill. "Can't you think about me for once? Are you trying to disgust me to death?"

"Host, should we make a quick getaway?"

In winter, people might freeze to death, but in summer, aside from sweating profusely, it's not a problem. Wen Han guessed that Wen Ruan wouldn't be coming back.

He walked up to Gu Cheng, who was frowning but still looked quite respectable.

Wen Han looked around again, then finally reached out and slapped him a few times, left and right.

He deliberately swung the slap in a wide arc, and a bright red handprint immediately appeared on Gu Cheng's face.

The system trembled: "Host, what if he wakes up and comes looking for trouble with you?"

"What's there to be afraid of? Betas don't have pheromones, how can he investigate?" Wen Han, having gotten her revenge, was triumphant. "Let's go."

"Wen Han!"

Wen Ruan ran over: "What are you doing!"

Oh dear, why did they have to come at this time of year?

Wen Han pointed at Gu Cheng, then pointed to the corridor outside: "I came back to get my homework, and found him lying here motionless."

Wen Ruan squatted anxiously in front of Gu Cheng. The corridor lights were off, so he didn't see the handprint on Gu Cheng's face: "What happened to him?"

Wen Han quietly took a step back, preparing to slip away.

"I'll stay here and watch over things. You go find someone quickly."

"I was going to call for help, but since you're here, you can go. Fang Songxia is still waiting for me outside." Wen Han didn't want to get involved. "Anyway, you're not a doctor, what's the point of you staying here?"

Wen Ruan frowned. He hesitated for a moment, then put one of Gu Cheng's arms on his shoulder, gritted his teeth, and stood up. "You go first. I'll take him to find the teacher."

Wen Han couldn't be happier: "OK".

Before he could leave, a beam of light shone down: "What are those students doing hanging around there instead of going home?!"

——

Hospital.

Wen Han sat listlessly in the chair, craning her neck to watch an old-fashioned martial arts movie playing on the small TV with everyone else.

Wen Ruan stood outside the ward, her expression just like an anxious wife waiting for her seriously ill husband.

After explaining the situation to the teacher on duty, he was about to leave when he shone his flashlight on Gu Cheng and clearly saw the handprint on his face. He glared at Wen Han and dragged him to the hospital with him.

With only one yuan on him, not even enough for a taxi, Wen Han could only wait. He glanced at the digital clock. Had all the Gu family members died? It was almost 11 o'clock and there wasn't a soul in sight!

Neither Wen Han nor Wen Ruan had cell phones, so even if Wen Qingke wanted to contact them, he wouldn't know who to contact.

The martial arts movie ended, and they started showing Tom and Jerry. Wen Han yawned; finally, someone from the Gu family had arrived.

A white-haired butler, accompanied by someone who appeared to be a nanny, said with a smile, "You must be my young master's classmates. Thank you so much for taking him to the hospital."

Wen Ruan blushed slightly: "You're too kind, it's what we should do."

"The doctor said his condition has stabilized," the butler said with a smile. "Would you like to go in and take a look?"

"Please don't!" Wen Han quickly replied, "No, we have to go to school tomorrow. Please give us some money for a taxi home."

"Okay, thank you so much." The housekeeper was about to give them money to take a taxi when Wen Ruan suddenly refused: "No need! We'll just call our parents to pick us up."

Wen Han really wanted to slap him.

Why wait for Wen Qingke to pick us up when we can leave now?!

With Wen Qingke's tiny electric scooter that can only seat two people, Wen Han doesn't even need to imagine what the scene will be like:

Wen Qingke lowered his head guiltily, avoiding Wen Han's murderous gaze, and stammered: "Dad will take Ruan Ruan home first. You wait at the hospital."

Then Wen Han waited for another thirty or even forty minutes, and finally saw the old electric scooter's broken headlight flashing and shaking in the darkness.

The thought of that scene made him want to die. Wen Han said with a dark face, "Then you can wait here. I still have homework to do."

The Gu family is indeed generous. The old butler is too old to use a mobile phone, so his purse is full of hundred-yuan bills.

One hundred yuan was a huge sum of money for Wen Han.

The butler saw Wen Han's eyes light up and her face beam with undisguised joy, and then he looked at Wen Ruan's ashamed face and began to compare the two in his mind.

Indeed, one's appearance reflects one's inner state.

Wen Han slung her backpack over her shoulder, said goodbye, and left. The butler greeted Wen Ruan with a friendly smile, "Please come in."

*

After taking the taxi, Wen Han had about seventy yuan left, so she went to the supermarket first and bought a crispy chocolate ice cream and other snacks before finally remembering to buy stationery.

Wen Han: "Crack crack."

System: "Am am am".

Wen Han: "?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'll have ice cream," the system asked. "Host, why didn't you choose the strawberry one?"

"So it's because you like strawberries. I like this kind too—wait, how did you get them?"

"I can experience taste," the system said. "I love food, so I chose the taste-sharing function as my birthday present."

Wen Han didn't feel offended: "Then you'd be in trouble if you chose me. You won't get any good food if you follow me. You should at least choose a rich cannon fodder."

"How could that be!" the system exclaimed excitedly. "How could I be the kind of system that randomly chooses a host just to enjoy life!"

Wen Han silently finished the last bite of his ice cream. If God gave him another chance to choose his father, he would definitely choose the rich father without hesitation.

After finishing her ice cream, Wen Han asked, "Have you ever tried crispy grilled sausage?"

The system drooled: "No."

Wen Han didn't want to go back, so she simply did her homework at KFC.

“Host,” the system said, “look how wasteful they are, they haven’t even touched a single fries.”

Wen Han said sternly, "Enough! My fate is already tragic enough. If I eat other people's leftovers, it will only make me more miserable and depraved!"

System: "......" They were just excited because it was their first time at KFC.

After finishing her homework, Wen Han looked at the money she had left in her hand, glanced at the signboard, and decided to save it.

*

"Host, Gu Cheng's heat cycle is a bit strange this time," the system said, puzzled. "His heat cycle in the drama wasn't like this."

Wen Han, panting from climbing the stairs, said, "Who knows him?"

The wish to see him suffer misfortune is definitely not going to be fulfilled.

"Wen Han".

Wen Han stopped and turned around.

The motion-sensor lights in the tenement building are often broken, but even in such a dimly lit corridor where only a blurry face can be seen, it cannot conceal the other person's extraordinary beauty.

Seeing Wen Ruan's cold face, Wen Han asked with a half-smile, "Is there something you need?"

Wen Ruan was always gentle and aggrieved. No matter how much Wen Han tried to make things difficult for her, she would at most remain indifferent and not take him seriously. The only thing that could make Wen Ruan suddenly become tough and defiant was definitely for Gu Cheng.

Sure enough, Wen Ruan asked, "Why did you hit Gu Cheng?"

"I just wanted to wake him up," Wen Han shrugged. "He was lying there, and I didn't have a phone to call an ambulance, so I was thinking if I could wake him up. Isn't that how it always happens in TV dramas?"

"What?" Wen Ruan questioned, "You're lying! Why didn't you go and call the teacher? The senior students haven't been dismissed from school yet!"

Wen Han remained calm and composed: "I was so scared that my legs went weak and I couldn't walk."

"real?"

Wen Han couldn't hold back any longer and burst into laughter in the stairwell.