Chapter 17 How to disassemble the spare door of the new spaceship...

Did you go to the restroom?

Heng Xing sat next to the seat he had just been sitting in, but after more than ten minutes, no one came.

She sensed something was wrong and walked toward the table in the corner.

Two students were sitting there, drinking coffee and doing their homework.

"Excuse me, classmate, could you do me a favor?" She pulled up a chair and sat down next to the two of them, sincerely asking the girl with long brown waves.

Both of them turned to look at her at the same time. The woman with the wavy hair stopped writing. "What is it?"

"Could you help me check the bathroom? I can't find my friend. He's a tall, thin man, a little shorter than me."

"Okay, your friend is a Beta?" The wavy-haired man straightened his clothes and stood up.

Heng Xing exclaimed in surprise, "You're a Beta!"

"Otherwise, what do you think I am?"

Mistaking someone's gender is quite offensive, but Da Bolang didn't hold it against Hengxing because she was good-looking.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. I thought you were an Omega," Heng Xing apologized sincerely.

“She’s the Omega.” Big Waves looked at his companion. “Go and check on her.”

“Okay.” The girl with a buzz cut, wearing a leather jacket and pants, stood up and headed straight for the restroom.

Hengxing wanted to follow, but was stopped by the big waves.

The man with the large wavy hair asked her mysteriously, "Do you have gender dysphoria?"

After thinking about it carefully, Heng Xing nodded, "Maybe."

The other person was waiting for her to say that, and handed her a paper form and a pen, saying, "Please fill out this questionnaire. My innovative design is to study gender identity disorder."

She had helped him out, and in return, Hengxing took the form and pen and filled it out carefully.

[Current research indicates that the primary cause of gender identity disorder is pheromone recognition impairment.]

[Can you correctly identify pheromones of different genders?]

Of course she can do it.

Hengxing confidently chose "yes".

There weren't many questions on the form. Just as Hengxing finished writing, the crew-cut Omega came out of the bathroom.

She shook her head at Hengxing. "There's no one inside."

"Is there nobody here?"

"Hmm, there's no one here."

Thank you.

Hengxing's unease grew stronger, her subconscious telling her that something bad seemed to have happened.

She strode to the front desk. "Boss, could you show me the security cameras in your store and on the school path? I can't find my friend."

After asking several times, the boss took off his headphones, and it took a lot of effort to pull himself out of the game video.

"The surveillance cameras here broke down six months ago."

Hengxing looked up at the surveillance camera directly above the front desk. "Isn't it still glowing?"

"Well, I use them as nightlights now. The school forced me to install the security cameras, so I'll just make do with them," the shopkeeper said furtively.

"What's wrong? Can't find your boyfriend?" The boss asked, his gossipy nature kicking in when he saw her anxious expression.

“He’s not my boyfriend,” Heng Xing said.

"I know, I've been there, I understand these things," the boss said mysteriously.

"I bet he asked you to meet him here, but you couldn't find him, right?"

I guess so.

Heng Xing nodded.

"According to the original plan, you were supposed to part ways today, right?"

Heng Xing hesitated for a moment before nodding.

"I know!" the boss confidently stated his guess. "He didn't want to see you, so he left first."

Hengxing: "But..."

"No buts, don't be stubborn. Look, he even bought you a strawberry cake as a souvenir."

Heng Xing and Yu Nianqing are both very eye-catching. The boss noticed them yesterday, especially remembering that the blond Alpha lingered in front of the birthday promotion poster for quite a while.

So he went on to offer his second guess, "Or maybe you were too stingy before, you wouldn't even buy a cake, so he bought a whole strawberry cake to mock you for being stingy after you broke up today."

Hengxing did not answer.

Heng Xing fell silent.

Hengxing felt this was really strange!

How could it be both strange and logical? It made her start to doubt herself.

The more the boss talked, the closer he felt to the truth. He pushed the cake to Hengxing, saying, "Take the cake with you. It was probably meant for you."

Then, he walked around the front desk and patted her shoulder sadly, saying, "Girl, don't be sad, I understand you."

Hengxing: ?

"Understand? Understand what?"

I don't even understand it myself.

The situation is already quite clear: separated lovers, a slow-witted Alpha—he'll still feel this old trope with eternal youth.

"I feel sorry for what you've been through, and your expression still shows you love him." The boss slumped in his chair, covering his face, already feeling sorry for her.

Is that so?

Hengxing had never been in a relationship, let alone understood the intricate thoughts of an Omega. Clutching the cake box the shopkeeper had given her, she walked bewilderedly out of the school.

Following Yu Nianqing's usual actions, he summoned a flying vehicle, swiped his card, and returned to the port.

As the aircraft took off, she suddenly realized something.

Wait a minute, she and Mr. Yu aren't dating.

They were just pure business partners!

Hengxing looked out the window at the shrunken cityscape below, preparing to return to the spaceship.

Maybe he went back on his own.

They searched the spaceship again.

There is no one.

The message I sent him a few hours ago

No one replied.

Heng Xing stepped out of the spaceship and walked on the glass skybridge. She sent a message to Professor Wen, asking if she could check the school's surveillance footage.

Professor Wen didn't reply. She had classes in the afternoon and must have been very busy, so it's understandable that she didn't see me.

Why can't you just take a look? Any reply would be fine.

Hengxing frowned, leaning on the railing of the overpass and gazing into the distance. He felt like he was on fire, and nothing he did made him feel good.

Forget it, I'll look for it again when I get back to school.

A beautiful but powerless Omega is quite dangerous.

In his haste, Heng Xing had forgotten that Yu Nianqing had a gun.

She quickly turned and walked towards the aircraft area, but suddenly turned her head and found that the opposite side was different from what she remembered.

The spot that was empty a few days ago is now occupied by a small, flashy spaceship with some scratches on its hull. It looks like an antique even though it's a new model.

Isn't that the spaceship on the mining planet? The damage is in the same place.

Hengxing had a flash of inspiration, and all his confusion was strung together into one rope.

She immediately ran down the escalator next to her.

I hope Mr. Yu wasn't arrested and taken back for betraying the organization.

Should she go and help?

She suddenly hesitated, slowed her pace, and went from running to walking.

Hengxing was well aware of the current situation between the enemy and herself. The enemy had guns, while she was unarmed. Moreover, she had lost her memories of the past ten years and did not understand or have the ability to master her true abilities.

Without realizing it, she walked near the spaceship.

Strangely, she had already entered the spaceship's sensing range, but no one came out to stop her.

Heng Xing stood to the side, conflicted. Just as he was agonizing over this, the spaceship suddenly moved, and the exhaust pipes began to emit air.

We're about to take off.

She looked down at the strawberry cake she was still holding.

Never mind, let's leave it at that.

She was afraid she would regret it.

Heng Xing gritted his teeth and jumped onto the spaceship's spare door, where there was a recess that was just big enough for one person to stand in.

She put the cake into her storage compartment, took out her toolbox, and planned to dismantle the door and crawl inside.

She was right; half a minute later, the spaceship wobbled and lifted off.

Heng Xing moved closer to the door, almost touching it, and quickened his movements.

After dismantling the outermost layer of defense on the spare door, she looked at the second layer of defense on the inside, her hand holding the screwdriver trembling slightly.

What kind of high technology is this? She's never seen it before.

I peeked down the stairs.

Holy crap, it's at least forty meters high, like a dozen stories high.

A height from which someone could easily fall and die.

It's so windy here, and she's so cold.

In despair, Hengxing took out his terminal and typed a question into the browser.

[How do I remove the spare door on the new spacecraft? Urgent, waiting online!]

A note from the author:

Hengxing: That was hasty. (Opens mouth, waiting for instructions)