Chapter 24: A4's paratrooper attack has begun! Get out of the way!! ...

Is it because they've been in Federation A for too long and are no longer accustomed to the local conditions, or are they simply unfamiliar with the specific circumstances of the Republic...?

He had been diligently following the "playboy scumbag Omega" persona, so where did he go wrong to end up like this?

The current "glorious and spectacular" overwhelming victory of the heartthrob is completely contrary to his expectation of being "hated by everyone".

Standing up with heavy steps, Yan Quan felt she needed to calm down.

Why... does Quanbao look unhappy?

Is being too popular a source of trouble?

[Never mind, it's definitely our King Yan who's carefully planning a grand conspiracy (I'm sure of it)]

[My baby looks so down, it breaks my heart.]

[My dear, please smile!]

"Laugh...?" Yan Quan sighed. "I can't laugh at all."

The situation was already chaotic and terrible enough, but the program crew's loud announcement only added fuel to the fire:

"A reminder to the Omega who didn't write a letter: the True Love Mailbox has been closed because you missed the deadline. Please write a love letter as soon as possible and personally deliver it to the Alpha you're interested in."

"Your love letter will determine whether you get a private one-on-one date with AO or OO tomorrow."

The voice, though cold and electronic, now sounded sinister and malevolent: "If you haven't sent a confession letter by 10:00 PM tonight, you'll be punished by being locked in a dark room~"

[OO dating... Has the production team really accepted Ji Yao's homosexuality? (bitter smile)]

Tomorrow's date emphasizes "one-on-one private," so it seems Yan Haiwang can't continue with group activities (disappointed)

Sister, you're mistaken. Isn't factional strife even more interesting? Watching rivals date each other is quite a unique experience!

[That's right, we're talking about Ji Yao and Fu Duannian. Once a golden couple, now rivals in love. How interesting!]

[Why are there so many people watching this? Am I the only one worried about my baby's health? Oh my god... with so many people, my baby is going to be ruined!]

[Don't worry, my darling, no matter who you date, you'll always be the biggest player in my heart (heart emoji)]

A love letter… Yan Quan walked back with his blank letter in his hand, scratching his hair in frustration as he went upstairs: What kind of love letter was he writing?

A damp, twisted professor-painter, an arrogant and conceited financial executive, a stubborn and single-minded male athlete... and a gay man who wants to have sex with him...

No matter which option you choose, it seems like you're headed for a dead end.

"Let's go check on the solitary confinement room..." Yan Quan folded the letter and put it in his coat pocket. He turned and went downstairs, his resolve hardened.

Wait a minute, Yan Haiwang's walking direction isn't right.

"Damn, it's solitary confinement! Yan Quan walked towards the solitary confinement cell?!"

Wait... what's Yan Haiwang up to now? He's not choosing anyone to date anymore?

"I get it, it's a trap! They're not choosing any, letting the Alphas fight over them!"

When it comes to creating hilarious moments, Yan Haiwang (Yan Haiwang) is the best; he brings new surprises every day (laughs)!

The confinement room is located at the end of the corridor outside the Love House. It is a small space of less than five square meters, which can only accommodate one person to squat or stand.

There were no windows or lights on any of the four walls. The deep, dark room was only illuminated by a few dim rays of light coming in from outside after the door was opened.

"Drip, drip..." Outside the confinement room, a leaky faucet dripped water at a predictable rhythm: "Drip, drip, drip-drip-drip... drip."

The entire solitary confinement cell was deathly silent; this was the only sound. It was maddening.

"No, there really are solitary confinement cells? I thought you were joking. (Shaking)"

[Ugh, I'm getting a little creeped out!]

"Holy crap, this solitary confinement cell is terrifying!"

My grandma asked me, "Weren't you just watching a dating show? Why are you watching a horror movie now?"

If you didn't know, you'd think this was a murder and body disposal scene.

[Your show goes to great lengths to get the guests to date; you have absolutely no humanity.]

Sisters, do you know that psychological experiment? The personality stripping experiment—this is practically a carbon copy of it.

[No way, is the production team really going that far? That experiment is banned overseas now, and all the participants later committed suicide due to severe mental health issues.]

While viewers in the live chat were busy criticizing the solitary confinement room as terrifying and the production team as inhumane, they overlooked the fact that... beneath Yan Quan's calm expression, the fingers gripping the door lock were trembling slightly.

They look so alike, they're practically identical...

The small, locked cabinet, the empty, deathly darkness, the nauseating smell of rust filling the air, and dark red blood flowing down the lock: "Drip, drip... drip drip."

"Mommy, Mommy..." The eight-year-old child kept banging on the rusty iron door with her thin arms, but only a woman's low, hoarse voice answered her:

"Yan Quan, Quan Quan, my darling..."

The soft, gentle dialect of Jiangnan now sounds like an indescribable scream from some wild beast.

It was as if she were slowly and brutally peeling away rotting flesh: "How could I have given birth to you? You are a wicked child... a wicked child."

"You ruined it... my life, my entire life."

"Go to hell, go to hell—go to hell—"

"I'm sorry... Mom... I'm sorry." The child didn't actually know what he had done wrong; he only knew that he had to apologize to survive.

Even if he is innocent and weak.

The air inside the cabinet grew increasingly thin, and the child's face turned red and then purple from lack of oxygen. He could only plead, clinging to the cracks in the cabinet door.

"I was wrong, Mom... I'm sorry, Mom."

"Huff—" It was getting harder and harder to breathe, and it felt like my neck was being squeezed tightly... tighter and tighter... tighter and tighter...

He felt he was about to die, just as his mother had hoped... to die like rotting flesh.

My body is falling, bound by heavy iron and lead weights, falling heavily... falling... falling... falling.

Snot, saliva, and tears were all mixed together, and the child's breathing was intermittent, unable to form a complete sentence.

Only the instinct for survival compels the child to unconsciously repeat: "Please, Mom... Mom... I'm sorry."

"Don't lock me up... Mom, I'm scared."

"My dear, my baby..." The woman would wake up from her dream, surprised and flustered, and hurriedly release the child. "I didn't know... I didn't want this to happen..."

The woman who had been acting like a madwoman suddenly became kind and gentle, as if she had changed her face.

She held the child's head tightly, gently and pitifully kissing the child's forehead. "Yan Quan, Quan Quan... my baby... please..."

The woman's tears were hot, burning like flames as they fell on the child's cheeks: "Please listen to your mother, you must be an Alpha."

"You must be an Alpha."

"Hoo—" Yan Quan took a deep breath and realized that he was slightly unsteady on his feet. "Don't think about it, don't think about it, it's all in the past, Yan Quan... don't think about it."

This is a psychological traumatic experience that has lingered like a childhood nightmare into adulthood and into Yan Quan's entire life thereafter...

Yan Quan couldn't break free at all, and he had no choice.

“No…” Yan Quan murmured to himself as if he had lost his soul, “It really won’t work.”

"I can't stay here..." She propped herself up and walked out, her hands and feet moving awkwardly. "I have to go."

The usually cold voice was now soft, with a slight tremor in its tone: "I...I can't see this."

"Huh? Why does Yan Quan suddenly seem a little off?"

[They're already walking with the same hand and foot, how did you scare the child like this?]

[Afraid of the dark? My five-year-old brother is afraid of the dark, but he's not this bad (puzzling)]

[It's probably not a fear of the dark... it's claustrophobia from being in a confined, small space?]

Does Yan Quan... have some kind of psychological trauma?

Forget about any psychological trauma; the production team is just crazy to set up this kind of confinement room in a dating reality show.

After Yan Quan came out of the confinement room, he leaned against the wall for a while to recover.

"I give up. Yan Quan, you coward." Yan Quan's lower eyelids were still covered with a layer of delicate pink. He awkwardly smoothed his messy hair and cursed himself in his heart.

Then... he silently unfolded the blank letter paper in his pocket: Let's think about how to write the love letter tonight.

First, you need to determine the recipient of the letter.

Three A's and one O's seem like a wide range of choices... but in reality, there's no real choice. It's either a wolf's den or a tiger's lair; it's simply a matter of choosing a respectable battleground.

With slender fingers, Yan Quan slowly moved the pencil from one finger to the other, and before she knew it, she had walked back into the courtyard.

Two or three construction workers wearing name tags were setting up a new "True Love Mailbox" on the open ground (yes, the production team was just being awkward, giving the mailbox such an embarrassing name).

The original three-to-three correspondence pattern has become a somewhat abrupt three-to-four correspondence. There is an extra one in the Alpha column.

"Why do you need to build a new mailbox? Is the old one no longer working?" Yan Quan vaguely guessed the reason, but still leaned closer and asked knowingly.

"Tonight, a new Alpha guest is coming." The broadcaster was a chatterbox: "He was supposed to come a few days ago, but he said he wasn't feeling well and was delayed."

The new Alpha... is that A4?!

The show was already a third of the way through filming when Alpha number four suddenly jumped in halfway through?

This is truly... Yan Quan's pencil spun faster and faster between his fingers, a barely suppressed smile playing on his lips:

This is truly a stroke of luck!

The fact that he was suddenly brought in midway through the journey suggests that the capital behind A4 is definitely not simple—he is capable of suppressing the "royal family" Ji Yao.

Moreover... it's highly likely that A4 watched the previous episodes and witnessed how they were juggling three relationships and manipulating Alpha.

If an Alpha is a citizen of the Republic with normal values, he will definitely hate himself...

As long as A4 hates me, I can write to A4 every day and lock myself in with A4 until the end of the show, thus escaping this chaotic 3A1O battlefield.

As her calculations grew louder, Yan Quan unconsciously murmured to herself, "A4, A4..."

A joyful smile curved Yan Quan's lips, and her fox-like eyes narrowed as she laughed: "How can you be so kind?"

Caught in a dilemma, the arrival of Alpha Number Four was like a timely rain after a long drought for Yan Quan. Or rather... a superhero, a divine intervention.

Leaning excitedly against the mailbox, Yan Quan quickly wrote her love letter in a few strokes. Then, with a gentle press, she dropped it into the newly set-up fourth mailbox.

The kraft paper envelope and pink letter paper lay quietly on a red painted background. It read:

"Although I don't know your name or what you look like, I'm confessing my feelings to you." — Yan Quan

"Wait, they just gave it to a newcomer like that?!"

〖Okay, that's so typical of a heartbreaker (laughs)〗

[Has any of you sisters figured out who this A4 is? I need help urgently, I'm so curious!]

[Logically, once they arrive to film the show, there should be tons of leaked photos, right? A4 is almost here, so why is there absolutely no news?]

Surely he didn't arrive by private jet (laughs)?

[This A4... the production team really hid it well (gritting teeth)]

I feel like the production team was also kept in the dark? Otherwise, why would the mailbox have been prepared so hastily?

[Add one, given the show's track record, they should have bought trending topics and done marketing long before arranging for A4 to make a surprise appearance. How come there wasn't a single thing happening?]

Wow, so this A4 guy must have some powerful connections, forcing the production team to add him halfway through the show.

"They can't possibly have a bigger background than Yan Quan... Yan Quan is already from a top-tier wealthy family."

The comments section was abuzz with speculation, with A4's identity changing in various ways among netizens... Some said it was a popular idol, others said it was a famous host, and still others dug up information about a live-streaming e-commerce influencer based on the program's newly added advertising sponsorship.

In fact, all these speculations are completely off-topic.

Because the real person in question was sitting in the passenger seat, talking into a buzzing communicator—he didn't actually come on a private jet, but it was pretty much the same.

He arrived by military armed helicopter.

"You've been under so much stress during this vulnerable period, why are you in such a hurry to be discharged instead of staying at the 301 Hospital for a few more days of observation?"

A middle-aged man's voice on the other end of the communicator cursed, "In such a hurry to be reborn?!"

What's outside the hospital that's captivating you?

"..." Yan Ceyan could already see the tall ancient city gate standing in the center of Area A of the capital through his goggles, but his voice was not very clear in the howling wind:

"Dad, seven years have passed."

"Do you remember what you promised me?"

"You little bastard..." The communicator beeped repeatedly: "I knew you couldn't forget that vixen!!!"

"Seven years of military region sand haven't cleaned the water out of your brain!!" The middle-aged man became more and more agitated as he cursed, coughing as he ranted, almost spitting out a mouthful of blood.

"Who was it back then? Who came home crying like a ghost after being kicked? And who was it that was tricked into handing over their entire fortune, only to be completely ignored?"

"Damn it, a leopard can't change its spots. You have retinal detachment and chromosomal abnormalities, so you can only see him in the whole world, right? Do you really have to hang yourself on this crooked tree?"

"Our Yan family doesn't have an idiot like you!!"

"Idiot..." After being thoroughly scolded by his own father, Yan Ceyan rubbed the scar under his eye with his finger and bit his lip hard with his canine teeth.

We were really stupid back then.

“This time is different.”

Once bitten by a snake, it's never too late to take revenge, even after ten years.

On the dynamic map displayed on the screen, the red coordinate dot is rapidly approaching its destination...

Yan Ceyan's sharp canines tore through his lower lip, and a faint taste of blood seeped into his mouth.

"I'm going there for revenge."

………

A light drizzle fell in the evening, shrouding the dim night in a thin, almost imperceptible veil.

Yan Quan had been absent-minded ever since he finished writing the letter that morning. Now, during dinner, he kept tilting his head and propping his chin up, watching the condensation spreading on the windowpane.

"Yan Quan, why are you staring at the window? What's so interesting about it?"

Ji Yao quickly took the seat next to Yan Quan, leaning her entire upper body to one side as she spoke, as if she wanted to throw herself into Yan Quan's arms.

"It's nothing," Yan Quan said helplessly, honestly to Ji Yao, "You're blocking me from using my chopsticks."

"What do you want to eat? I'll pick it for you." Just thinking about being able to "indirectly kiss" Yan Quan with chopsticks she had moistened with her own saliva made Ji Yao's eyes light up with excitement.

“Why bother an omega with something like this?” Upon hearing this, Shan Haotian grabbed Ji Yao’s elbow and glared at her with a warning look. “Come on, come on… I’ll get it for you. The serving chopsticks are closer to me.”

Ji Yao, not to be outdone, flung away Shan Haotian's claws that were restraining her, saying, "It's no trouble, I'll do it myself."

"I'll do it..."

"I'll do it, I'll do it..."

Yan Quan: I don't want to eat anymore.

"If you don't have an appetite, why not try my chilled mint lemonade?" Fu Duannian seized the opportunity to join in, standing behind Yan Quan with a smile, holding a glass water pitcher.

Fu Duannian, a virtuous and gentle robot.

Ever since I discovered that Yan Quan had drunk a few sips of lemonade at the seaside restaurant, I've been dedicated to recreating the same lemonade in the kitchen of the Love Variety House.

Yan Quan looked at Fu Duan Nian helplessly: How am I supposed to explain to you that I actually don't really like lemon water...?

He said he wouldn't drink.

Before Yan Quan could speak, a deep voice came from the other side, Murong Yuan seemingly referring to himself as Yan Quan's "mouth substitute".

He doesn't want you to keep blocking his way.

Yan Quan: No, I didn't.

Fu Duannian stared calmly at Murong Yuan for a few seconds, a hint of sinister intent flashing in his smiling eyes: "Yan Quan can speak for himself."

"Besides... it would be a waste not to drink the lemon water." Fu Duannian said as he poured Yan Quan a glass of lemon water.

"Wasteful, huh... Fine." Murong Yuan gritted his teeth and snatched the glass from Fu Duannian's hand: "I'll drink it."

Then Yan Quan watched as Murong Yuan gulped down water—all to avoid drinking the lemonade made by Fu Duan Nian… Murong Yuan was really going all out.

Yan Quan: Sometimes I really feel out of place in this abstract world.

"Yan Quan, aren't you hot sitting on the far side? Why don't you sit next to me?" "You should sit next to me." "The seat next to me is closer to the air conditioner." "You'll catch a cold if you're too close to the air conditioner..."

At first, it was just a subtle art of language.

"Hey, it's only drizzling, and you're making Yan Quan stand right in front of the air conditioner, what are you up to?" "Mind your own business." "That's really rude of you..."

It gradually escalated into a heated argument, resembling a primary school student tattling...

"Yan Quan, only I care about your health; they don't even care if you catch a cold." "You practically have half your body hanging on Yan Quan, and that's supposed to be good for his spine?"...

The more they argued, the more outrageous it became, and the situation became a complete mess.

What should have been a pleasant and cozy dinner turned into a chaotic scene of "the four major sects besieging Bright Peak"... Yan Quan was truly exhausted.

Sigh... Yan Quan glanced down at his watch and then sighed almost imperceptibly: Why isn't A4 here yet?

To be honest, Yan Quan hadn't looked forward to someone like this in a very long time—if A4 didn't come soon, he would eventually be torn to pieces by this fierce battleground of 3A1O.

If you keep a big idea in mind, it will surely resonate.

Just then, the doorbell rang in the entryway – a new visitor had arrived.

It's A4!

Just moments before, Yan Quan had been listless, then slammed her hand on the table and jumped to her feet. Her previously troubled expression vanished, replaced by bright, sparkling eyes.

"I'll go open the door!"

Leaving behind the bewildered 3A1O students, Yan Quan excitedly skipped to the entrance. Her white t-shirt billowed in the wind, like a bouncy kitten.

[My dear, you're so excited! (covers face and laughs)]

Baby, you are a lovely white Persian cat.

[New characters can be unlocked! Yan Haiwang is naturally excited; this is the fun of collecting cards!]

[Come on, place your bets! How long can A4 hold out under Yan Haiwang's succubus aura?]

Five days... maybe three?

[Haha... I laugh at you all for not understanding the power of Yan Haiwang (a notorious womanizer). I bet you'll fall in love at first sight in 0 seconds!]

[Wow, Yan Quan's fans are so confident?]

Of course, our Zhuanbao fishing enthusiasts are top-notch; you can check out their record for yourself in the pinned post on a certain Weibo super topic (proud)!

Yan Quan's running pace quickened.

My heart was pounding, and even my breathing was slightly rapid... Hmm?

Yan Quan felt something was wrong: Had he gotten a little too excited?

It's as if hormones that have been dried up for too long in the body have suddenly come back to life... frantically clamoring for more.

In a split second, Yan Quan suddenly thought of a very slim possibility.

Could it be...?

His movements faltered involuntarily, and an image of a mad dog flashed through Yan Quan's mind: Wait... don't start yet...

But it was too late; Yan Quan's hand had already opened the door before his mind could react—and he was met with a pair of familiar yet unfamiliar eyes.

In his youth, he always looked at people with arrogance, as if they were trash. But now, his dark pupils are filled with restrained and suppressed emotions.

"—It's you."

"Splash—" The light rain outside the door suddenly started to fall rapidly, and in an instant it turned into a torrential downpour.

Why is it always raining...? Yan Quan's mind went blank for a moment.

The heavy raindrops kept hitting the mailbox in the courtyard, making a piercing "swish-swish" sound.

The sound was like a tsunami, carrying with it memories of the flooded Jinshan Temple as it swept towards Yan Quan...

Yan Quan felt that she was starting to develop a phobia of rain.

*Recalling the dividing line, the beginning*

Yan Quan first met Yan Ceyan on a drizzly day...

The silver Rolls-Royce sped past on the wet asphalt road, its tires even slipping a little due to the high speed.

Yan Quan sat alone in the back seat, not wearing a seatbelt. His fingers tapped rapidly on his phone, oblivious to everything around him.

"Ding-dong—ding-dong—" The WeChat message notification sound kept going on and on. The most crucial point is... it's clearly not the same app, but several accounts being switched back and forth.

"Whoosh—" Due to the slippery road caused by the rain, the car came to an abrupt stop at a traffic light intersection, straddling the line. Yan Quan's body involuntarily leaned forward due to inertia, and the phone in his hand flew out of his hand.

The WeChat voice message, suddenly played aloud, echoed around the car several times—

"I told you, we broke up." "Wang XX, don't be a sore loser." "Li X, then just block me." "Getting back together is pointless; I usually only date once..."

The driver coughed awkwardly a few times, then added, as if trying to save face, "Young master, I didn't hear anything..."

Yan Quan casually smoothed her wind-blown hair, picked up her phone, and continued texting with her head down, giving a soft "hmm."

After this incident, the driver glanced at his young master in the rearview mirror:

Her skin was very white and had a cold feel to it, shrouded in the pale morning light like a dragonfly's thin wings.

The white school uniform shirt of Nanzhong High School was stretched beautifully by her straight shoulders and back, and her light and soft hair was tucked into her earlobe.

The driver's hand rested on the steering wheel, momentarily distracted... He suddenly found himself unable to stand on moral high ground and say, "Young Master has wronged them."

Because—their young master, at this age, is as beautiful as a newly blossoming gardenia.

It's perfectly normal; beautiful gardenias always have many butterflies perched on them.

The car navigation system showed that we had arrived at our destination—Nanli Middle School. The top-tier Alpha private school in Zone A of the capital.

Nanli Middle School only admits Alphas of Grade B or above, and it is a gathering place for the most outstanding Alpha prodigies from the upper class.

The driver slowly parked the car in the parking area outside Nanli Middle School, and once again sighed at how outstanding their young master was.

"Young Master, everything went smoothly."

"Mm." Yan Quan nodded lightly to the driver in farewell, and smoothly got off the bus with her backpack slung over one shoulder.

Unfortunately... it started raining just a few steps after Yan Quan got out of the car. The damp raindrops soaked into his white shirt, leaving a series of light gray spots that felt stifling against his skin... very uncomfortable.

On her first day of school, her school uniform got soaked. Yan Quan felt incredibly unlucky.

………

"Our class is full of elite Alphas, so the course difficulty will be much faster than in other schools. Since you've just transferred here, if you encounter any problems with your studies, you can ask your teachers for help."

The homeroom teacher led Yan Quan to the classroom door.

Nanzhong is the most prestigious private high school in the capital, and the class Yan Quan is in is the "most expensive" Class A at Nanzhong. It basically includes most of the Alpha children in the political and business elite circles.

It was just after class. The rich kids were chatting in small groups about sports cars, summer camps, their family businesses...

"Quiet down, everyone!" The homeroom teacher went into the classroom first to establish order and shouted, "I have something to say."

The noisy atmosphere quieted down a little, but not by much; it was still noisy...

The homeroom teacher was actually a little uneasy: Alphas are creatures with a strong sense of group aversion. These rich young masters were especially arrogant, each one of them with their tails wagging in the air.

Even conversations in the classroom nowadays are divided into their own little circles: over there is the political world, over here is finance and capital, and over there is the arts and culture circle... clearly defined, with a strong sense of hierarchy.

Transfer students are like lone wolves of unknown origin, finding it difficult to integrate into the established class circles.

To be honest, the homeroom teacher was already worried for Yan Quan, fearing that if the group of Alphas were to disagree, they would embarrass the transfer student to the point of being unable to save face.

After clearing his throat, the homeroom teacher continued, "We have a transfer student in our class today. Please ask him to introduce himself first."

Then Yan Quan went inside.

As soon as Yan Quan stepped into the classroom, he heard the person in the front row let out a soft gasp.

Standing straight on the podium, Yan Quan uttered only one sentence. Her clear, crisp voice was like the leaves outside the window, washed clean by the rain: "I am Yan Quan."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the students in the class—whether noisy or quiet, with their mouths open or closed—stretched their necks and stared blankly at the center of the podium, frozen in place.

The entire classroom fell silent, a tacit silence settling over time—Yan Quan knew she was beautiful.

The silence lasted for more than half a minute, yet it stretched out as long as an eternity.

Then... a group of incredibly arrogant Alphas started clapping. The classroom echoed with intermittent applause.

The homeroom teacher finally breathed a sigh of relief: thank goodness she has such a good-looking face.

"Thank you everyone. Please take care of me in the future." Yan Quan slightly raised his eyelids and walked down from the podium with a calm demeanor.

There was a single empty desk in the last row of the classroom, by the window with good lighting, and most importantly—no deskmate.

Yan Quan decided to sit there.

As soon as Yan Quan sat down in the empty seat at the back of the classroom, he heard his classmates suddenly stop and fall silent.

Compared to the astonishment during the self-introduction, the atmosphere this time was heavy and tense.

Yan Quan didn't care about any of that; he calmly continued sitting. He put his schoolbag in the desk drawer and began tidying up his desk.

But this seemingly ordinary action caused the students in the class to gasp in astonishment. The atmosphere in the classroom instantly became even more tense.

Yan Quan could even feel the curious and...sympathetic (?) gazes that were occasionally cast upon him.

But soon, the strange, scrutinizing gaze was quickly withdrawn.

Because... a commotion was faintly heard at the front door of the classroom, and all the students in the class turned their gazes in that direction.

Yan Quan looked up and saw someone walking straight towards him—an Alpha, very tall.

His sharp eyebrows furrowed, his brow bones were narrow and dark, and a deep scar was branded under his lower eyelid. This made him look fierce.

In fact, it is quite fierce.

The Alpha's shoes made a soft scraping sound as they stepped on the floor. He stood straight beside Yan Quan's desk and stopped. His dark eyes were fixed intently on Yan Quan.

"The new guy is doomed..." "Who gave him the courage to sit in that position?" "No living thing can be within a meter of Brother Yan..."

The students watching silently mourned for Yan Quan, thinking, "He's done for after messing with Brother Yan."

From the scattered whispers among his classmates, Yan Quan understood that this guy was looking for trouble.

The man wasn't wearing a school badge, so Yan Quan didn't know his name.

But the powerful sense of oppression emanating from this guy made Yan Quan uncomfortable—a rare occurrence for Yan Quan, someone she disliked at first sight.

Looking directly at the Alpha, Yan Quan spoke calmly:

"Hello, what can I do for you?"

As soon as Yan Quan finished speaking, he saw a slight flicker in the other person's eyes, as if he was momentarily stunned.

Then Alpha placed his fingers on Yan Quan's desk and stared intently at Yan Quan as he looked directly at him...

Logically speaking, having such a tall, wall-like person standing in front of you would usually make most people a little flustered.

But strangely enough... Yan Quan wasn't afraid of him at all.

"Hey, you're blocking my view."

The gloomy atmosphere in the classroom suddenly dissipated, and the underlying surprise and restlessness could not be suppressed.

"Damn, this is provocation...", "Is this transfer student insane?", "Rooftop reservation, another one who's got a death wish..."

Based on previous experience, everyone naturally expected that this troublesome new transfer student would be given a cold shoulder and taught a harsh lesson.

To everyone's surprise.

Alpha retracted the bone finger that was propping up on the corner of Yan Quan's table.

His prominent Adam's apple bobbed up and down, and the Alpha's thin lips parted slightly, his deep voice sounding somewhat helpless: "Never mind."

"You can sit here."

Yan Quan: ? ? I was already sitting here.

After passing Yan Quan's seat, Alpha turned around and went into the storage room at the back of the classroom... Then, Yan Quan watched as he carried a new table out of it.

When Alpha raises his arms, his muscles bulge out like blocks, and the taut lines are incredibly muscular and beautiful... but that's not the point.

The key point is—with a loud "bang," Yan Quan's desk suddenly slammed together with Alpha's desk.

Yan Quan didn't have a deskmate before... but now he does.

"You...?" Yan Quan came to her senses, opened her beautiful eyes wide, and looked at the Alpha next to her in surprise.

The Alpha next to him simply lifted his single eyelid slightly, the thin inner fold opening, his expression remaining indifferent.

Yan Quan felt that this guy should be a little happy now.

Although Yan Quan himself was not happy at all.

It started raining again outside the window, the raindrops wetting the glass and running down the panes...

Alpha finally spoke his first words to Yan Quan:

"My name is Yan Ceyan."

The stagnant atmosphere in the classroom, heavy with tension, suddenly exploded, and the barely suppressed surprise and restlessness became impossible to suppress.

The other students in the class looked at each other in disbelief: "Huh?!"

"I must be hallucinating..."

"I stayed up really late last night, I even started hallucinating... When did Brother Yan start making the first move?"

"You see all sorts of things when you live long enough..."

"Holy crap, this is unbelievable! Brother Yan actually allows people to breathe next to him..."

Yan Quan only found out later that she was Yan Ceyan's first and only deskmate in high school.

...

"Oh..." At that moment, Yan Quan only murmured the name to himself: "Yan, Ce, Yan".

Yan Ceyan tilted his head slightly. "Mm."

Then he stopped talking.

A solidified barrier re-emerged between the two, like a pane of glass shrouded in rain and mist.

"Why are you sitting at the same desk as me?" After a long silence, Yan Quan finally couldn't help but ask, his tone a little sharp:

"This was supposed to be a separate seat."

"..." Yan Ceyan turned his head again to stare at Yan Quan, his dark eyes like some kind of rough magnet—his intense gaze could generate static electricity in the air.

Yan Quan was taken aback by his gaze, and her imposing manner immediately weakened. Like a cat stretching out its leg halfway and then quickly pulling it back: "What... are you doing?"

Yan Ceyan stared intently at Wanyan Quan, his single eyelids fluttering slightly, before finally speaking with a helpless tone: "Pen."

"...What the hell?" Yan Quan frowned.

"In your desk," Yan Ceyan repeated. "A pen."

"The desk...?" Yan Quan looked down and reached into the desk drawer.

Then... he pulled out a black ballpoint pen from the innermost hidden drawer of his desk.

The kind of ordinary ballpoint pen that is sold in all major stationery stores in the Republic, costing one yuan each, with a wholesale price of seven yuan per box.

Yan Quan rested the ballpoint pen on his middle finger and smoothly twirled it around his index finger once:

The feel is... pretty good.

In that split second, Yan Quan suddenly understood something.

She slowly raised her head to look at Yan Ceyan, her forced smile stiff: "This is... your pen?"

"Hmm." Yan Ceyan responded with a very soft nasal tone, which Yan Quan thought sounded a bit like laughter.

“So…” Yan Quan lightly flicked her knuckles and touched the long hair around her ear—Yan Quan would unconsciously make this gesture whenever she felt embarrassed, like a cat stroking its fur.

"This...was supposed to be your seat?"

Yan Ceyan remained silent, tacitly agreeing.

Ah... The imposing manner he had just displayed vanished instantly, and Yan Quan found himself in the wrong, having "forcibly taken someone else's seat," a faint sense of guilt creeping in.

What else can I do... I'll just laugh it off.

So Yan Quan's beautiful fox-like face curved upwards, and she tilted her head slightly to smile at the Alpha facing her, her lips curving into a perfectly light arc.

From childhood to adulthood, Yan Quan's smile has been able to solve 99% of interpersonal problems, and it has never failed him.

As expected, Yan Ceyan's brow twitched upon hearing this, and he was stunned for a moment, a very subtle curve appearing on the scar in his eyes, "..."

Yan Quan knew that this guy was in a better mood now.

So Yan Quan raised his arm again, leaned closer, and eagerly handed the ballpoint pen to Alpha.

Under Yan Ceyan's intense gaze, Yan Quan deliberately softened her voice, letting it roll across the classroom floor like a mint candy.

"I didn't mean to, really."

Yan Quan's warm breath brushed against the bridge of his nose, and Yan Ceyan's eyelashes suddenly trembled violently.

Their gazes met in the frozen air, and the previously tense atmosphere suddenly heated up, becoming thick and strained.

Yan Quan suddenly felt... Yan Ceyan's gaze was burning hot.

It was hot, almost burning.

Moreover, Yan Ceyan's hands, which were resting on the table, were taut, and the bluish veins on them stood out prominently. It was as if he was suppressing and enduring something.

Yan Quan felt that he was in some danger.

"I really didn't mean to."

"..." Alpha's Adam's apple bobbed up and down, his deep voice slightly hoarse: "I know."

"This is a gift for you."

At the end of that sentence, Yan Quan felt the Alpha's breathing become slightly heavier, tinged with warm, fine strands... like a chaotic flow of heat.

Yan Quan was puzzled: Hmm...?! Give it to me...

Before Yan Quan could react, Alpha swept past the back door of the classroom like a gust of wind, his tall figure disappearing at the end of the corridor.

Now, not only Yan Quan was puzzled, but the other students in the class were also indignant, and the discussion instantly erupted:

"Huh?! That's it?!" "He touched something, and you're just letting him off the hook like that?" "I still can't believe Yan's in such a good mood today?"...

"Holy crap, this is unbelievable! Some of Yan's men actually survived..." "Damn it, today's an unlucky day. Even ghosts have grown compassion..."

The gazes of the other students in the class towards Yan Quan gradually shifted from shock and astonishment to a sense of admiration and fear.

The huge classroom suddenly erupted in thunderous applause.

Unlike the sparse applause that followed Yan Quan's self-introduction, this enthusiastic atmosphere was filled with genuine admiration.

"That's awesome... Transfer student, you're the best (thumbs up)", "Witnessing history, the first person to successfully arm wrestle with the King of Hell", "He's number one, from now on you're number two"...

"Um……?"

After a long pause amidst the resounding applause, Yan Quan finally pulled his wandering thoughts back—

The black ballpoint pen still lay quietly in her palm, and Yan Quan subconsciously tightened her grip.

The plastic pen cap was a little warm, carrying Yan Quan's own body temperature... or perhaps the lingering heavy breathing of the Alpha from earlier.

Yan Quan felt as if she could smell the fragrance of flowers, faint and lingering around her nose, impossible to shake off.

Yan Quan thought it must be because the classroom was too stuffy on a rainy day.

Therefore, Yan Quan hated rainy days.

*Recollection of the dividing line, the end*

A light drizzle dripped from the eaves, and the misty vapor shrouded the people in front of them in a fog.

After many years, Yan Ce has changed a lot.

The man before me was tall, with sharp, cold eyebrows, and a well-defined jawline that had shed its youthful naiveté. His skin was also tanned a bit dark, making the scar under his eye even more prominent—more like a drawn scimitar.

When someone's gaze is fixed on you, the sense of oppression emanating from the surroundings becomes even stronger.

Yan Quan clenched his knuckles inwardly, feeling a bit absurd: he had been trying so hard to avoid Yan Ceyan, but he never expected to meet him again in such a dramatic way.

"...Who are you?" Yan Quan forced a familiar smile, a shallow dimple appearing at the corner of his lips.

He was gambling. Gambling that the family would go to extremes. Gambling that Yan Ceyan would forget all the embarrassing past.

Upon hearing this, the tall Alpha's brow twitched, and he gritted his teeth, saying, "Pretend you don't know me? Yan Quan."

Upon hearing this, Yan Quan knew he had only bet half right—Yan Ceyan had forgotten, but not completely. He still retained the vast majority of his memories.

Therefore, Yan Quan's fate... will be extremely dire.

Simultaneous audio recording, live broadcast... The next second, Alpha's deep, hoarse voice was transmitted to tens of thousands of online listeners through the online platform.

"Aren't you an Alpha? How come you've become a cold and aloof omega now?"

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