Chapter 7

There was a moment of silence.

Lan Yexing took out a napkin and slowly wiped the cake crumbs from his mouth. He looked at Yuan Ping and a pure and harmless smile appeared on his face: "Thank you for your kindness, but I have no plans to join any club for the time being."

Yuan Ye smiled and said, "Little classmate, you'd better think carefully before giving your answer."

Lan Yexing tilted his head, and the smile on his face became brighter: "Sir, I thought that the first time I met Yuan Ye's family would be when the Yuan family publicly promised to give me condolences and compensation."

He looked sincere and innocent as he spoke: "Sir, are you here to apologize to me in advance on behalf of your brother?"

Yuan Ping's face suddenly sank, and the smiling mask on his face disappeared completely.

There was no trace of retreat or fear in Lan Yexing's beautiful light-colored eyes.

With a soft "dong" sound, Qiao You finally put the coffee cup on the table with a faint smile on the corner of his lips.

Yuan Ping stared at Lan Yexing, and a cold smile without any warmth slowly emerged on his extremely cold face: "Student Lan, I will remember you."

After saying that, he turned and left.

Lan Yexing didn't even spare a glance at Yuan Ping's back. He just picked up the silver spoon again and quietly ate the last piece of tiramisu.

Qiao You sat opposite him, holding his chin with one hand and looking at him with a smile, his blond hair shining like gold in the morning light: "Aren't you afraid?"

Lan Yexing ate the cake seriously and said calmly, "Will he let me go just because I'm afraid?"

So Qiao You didn't continue the topic. He just said, "Let me make it clear that I don't have those kind of low-grade and vulgar tastes."

Lan Yexing, who was about to faint from the overly sweet tiramisu, looked up: "Huh?"

"This," Qiao You pointed at the last half piece of cake left on Lan Yexing's plate and stated, "I only eat this because of the dessert happiness theory."

There is a theory that people feel happier when eating sweets, and there are also scientific research results showing that the human body secretes dopamine, which transmits happiness and excitement, when eating sweets.

So, how extreme sweetness does it take to achieve the ultimate happiness?

He was only temporarily interested in it.

Lan Yexing was totally unable to understand this extremely tricky idea.

After eating the last bite of cake, he finally freed himself from the torture of sweets. After drinking the rest of the black coffee, he stood up and looked at the young man who had been smiling without any warmth, and said, "As long as you are happy, senior."

Then he said goodbye politely: "I'm done eating. Goodbye, senior."

After taking a few steps with the empty plate, Lan Yexing remembered something, stopped and looked at him, and said seriously: "Senior, thank you for yesterday." Whether it was pulling him out or calling the police.

Qiao You waved his hand, and Lan Yexing turned and left.

…

As a result, ten minutes later, Lan Yexing appeared in front of the business school classroom with a reluctant look on his face.

It was almost time for class and the professor was already at the podium.

Lan Yexing took a deep breath and walked in under the curious gaze of all the classmates. He smiled as obediently as possible to the difficult-looking old man with a white beard: "Teacher, my name is Lan Yexing, and I am a student in the Department of Literature. I want to learn more about finance. Can I sit in on your class?"

“I’m sorry I didn’t have time to email you ahead of time.”

The old man looked him over with his fierce mustache erected. "It's useless to only attend one or two of my classes. That's a waste of time. If you really want to learn something, come and listen every time in the future."

Lan Yexing smiled: "...Of course."

The old man then let him go: "Go ahead."

So, under the collective gaze of more than 20 people, Lan Yexing walked to the last row and sat next to the blond young man with a meaningful look in his eyes.

Because he had to use a computer, Qiao You wore glasses with metal frames without prescription. Through the cold light lenses, he looked thoughtfully at the boy who looked calm on the surface but whose earlobes were actually red under his black hair. He smiled and said, "What a coincidence, junior, we meet again."

Being stared at by so many people, Lan Yexing wanted to find a hole to hide in. His eyebrows twitched, but he didn't even look at him and said calmly, "It's a coincidence."

He doesn't want to attend a class that he is not interested in at all.

Today is Friday and he has no classes in the morning. After breakfast he wanted to go to the largest King's Lake on campus to bask in the sun.

But such a wonderful morning was completely ruined by the tasks issued by the system.

The shachima-flavored pheromone-challenged omega from last time has once again come up with an unconventional strategy. He plans to break into this class and hand a love letter to Qiao You in front of everyone, hoping to leave the most special impression on Qiao You.

The professor at the podium had already started his lecture. Lan Yexing took out his notebook and pencil case, pinched his brows in pain, and prayed that the omega would not be able to find the classroom because he got lost.

He really didn't want to perform in public anymore.

For a man like him, performing in public is more painful than killing him.

But, the opposite happened.

The class was almost over when an omega with a red face and a breathtaking face suddenly burst into the classroom. He first said to the fierce old man on the podium: "Teacher, I'm sorry to interrupt you, but I have something important to tell you!"

The old man was almost given diabetes by the shachima-scented pheromones that came towards him. He was so confused about what was going on that he actually stopped teaching.

Then, a cute omega holding a pink love letter walked to the last row and stood next to Lan Yexing's seat. His little face was flushed, his eyes were watery, and his pheromones were sweeter than the tiramisu Lan Yexing had eaten in the morning.

After the students reacted, there was an excited roar in the classroom and all eyes were focused there.

There was a laptop computer on Qiao You's desk, and his slender and powerful fingers were still typing away on something. The display screen was full of financial data and various analytical graphs that gave Lan Yexing a headache. The cold light illuminated the young man's handsome face, which looked indifferent and calm.

Lan Yexing, whose solar acupoint was about to explode, said: "."

"That!" The omega stared at the handsome blond young man through Lan Yexing excitedly and shyly: "I, I have liked you since I first entered school because I thought you were so handsome. I just recently mustered up the courage to appear in front of you!" As he said this, he lowered his head deeply and forcefully handed over the letter in his hand with pink bubbles: "Please accept--"

Lan Yexing took a deep breath and stood up suddenly with the idea of giving up everything. He turned to the omega expressionlessly, stood in front of Qiao You, and held the love letter.

Then he exerted slight force, pulled it out and held it in his hand.

Omega suddenly raised his head: "....Huh?"

The classroom suddenly fell silent. Even the old man on the podium, who was about to get angry, stood there with his mouth wide open, not knowing what to say for a moment.

The sound of Qiao You typing on the keyboard paused.

Lan Yexing's earlobes were numbed by the heat from being stared at by everyone in the classroom, but he still put on a polite smile: "I..." But what could he say?

Omega looked at Lan Yexing, with curiosity and inquiry on his face, and his brown eyes lit up strangely and obscurely for a moment. He was startled by what he saw, and his eyes became brighter.

Lan Yexing took a step back unnoticeably and shifted his gaze slightly - somehow, he had an inexplicable feeling of being explored.

Omega came back to his senses, and he was not angry. After the light in his eyes disappeared instantly, he tilted his head and said, "You are the good-looking beta who gave me a bottle of water and pointed me in the wrong direction yesterday, right?"

Lan Yexing: “…”

Omega looked at Lan Yexing with a strong interest in his eyes: "I suddenly feel that I like you so much~"

Lan Yexing's head was buzzing with the omega's inexplicable jumping brain circuits, and with everyone staring at him, even his fair face was flushed: "I——"

The omega with brown hair and brown eyes blushed even more. His soft and boneless fingers grasped Lan Yexing's hand holding the love letter, and he interrupted him shyly and said, "How about we go out together? Actually, when I first saw you, I thought you looked like my type. You were so gentle when you gave me water that day. But I liked senior more at that time."

"But now, I suddenly feel like I like you more."

Lan Yexing was completely frozen, and he pulled his hand out jerkily like a cat with its fur standing on end.

The people in the classroom exclaimed "Wow" again because of the twists and turns of the plot. Many of them secretly took out their mobile phones to take pictures of this scene. The professor on the podium who was actually watching the show with great interest said "Tsk" and muttered to himself "I really don't understand the young people nowadays".

The Omega looked at the blushing boy and liked him more and more. He said, "My name is Duan Jue, and I'm a student at the Academy of Fine Arts. What's your name?"

Qiao You was still typing on the keyboard, but he finally spared a glance to the boy with his back to him - he saw that the boy was frozen there at a loss, and his fair and slender neck was red because of the omega's behavior.

The objectively attractive red spread to the soft earlobes, cheeks, and even along the snow-white shirt collar to invisible places.

The cold green eyes darkened, and inexplicably revealed a hint of interest that even the owner did not notice.

…

After a long silence, Lan Yexing sighed softly, took Duan Jue's wrist and walked out of the classroom - he didn't want to be watched anymore, nor did he want to disrupt the class anymore.

Passing by the old man on the podium, Lan Yexing bowed slightly to him and said politely, "Professor, please continue your lecture. I'm sorry to have caused you trouble."

After saying that, he pulled the person out the door.

The professor twitched his lips, closed the door, turned around and saw a classroom full of gossipy and eager eyes, and angrily slapped the podium: "You are here for class! Not to watch a play for free! If you only focus on watching the play, you will all fail the final exam!"

There was a sudden wailing from the audience.

The professor continued his lecture, and the blond young man closed his notebook with a soft "bang". The cold green eyes behind the lenses seemed calm.

The sunny alpha in the front row turned around secretly and was about to ask his friend about the junior who was the center of gossip just now. He was startled and asked uncertainly: "Um... do you sometimes feel that when you start to be interested in something, your eyes will become a little abnormal?"

Qiao You smiled slightly: "Is there?"

…

On the corridor filled with early autumn sunshine, Lan Yexing returned the love letter to the other party. He said seriously: "I'm sorry, I don't have that kind of intention towards you, and I can't date you."

After a pause, he frowned slightly and said coldly: "Also, no matter what your mental power is, please don't use it on me."

Duan Jue tilted his head and smiled: "Ah, I've been discovered."

He looked at Lan Yexing obsessively and said, "Don't worry, I don't have any ill will towards you."

This is the truth. His spiritual power is [Past Vision Sharing], when he looks directly at the other person, he can see what the other person has seen before.

He just looked at what the beta had seen out of curiosity, and then... he saw a world that was completely different from here in less than a second.

He was intrigued and fascinated.

He was in poor health and always believed in the philosophy of enjoying life while he could. Responsibility, family and future were not important to him, so he never wore the family badge.

He is obsessed with everything that interests him. Before, it was Qiao You, and now, it is this gentle boy with incredible memory.

Duan Jue's face, which was flushed with a sickly color, once again revealed a lovely smile. He asked curiously, "Do you like Qiao You?" So that's why you stopped a love rival like him from pursuing Qiao You?

Lan Yexing's expression and voice were indifferent: "This is my business. It has nothing to do with you."

Duan Jue shrugged: "Okay."

At this moment, the bell for the end of get out of class suddenly rang. Duan Jue still had his favorite class to catch up. He tilted his head and smiled at Lan Yexing: "We will meet again." After that, he ran away in a hurry - just as self-centered as when he came here.

Lan Yexing didn't understand this kind of person at all. He pinched his brows in pain, but he was relieved in the end - at least, the mission was accomplished.

After class, all the students who came out of the classroom and passed through the corridor looked at Lan Yexing intentionally or unintentionally, with thick gossipy curiosity on their faces.

Lan Yexing twitched his lips and convinced himself to ignore it. He was about to go back to the classroom to get his things, but when he turned around, he saw a tall and straight blond young man standing in front of him. His green eyes were still indifferent, distant and beautiful.

Lan Yexing blinked and smiled: "Senior, what's the matter?"

Qiao You walked towards him with his long legs, and as he passed by, he gently pressed a black notebook with his name printed in gold-plated letters on the lower right corner against the top of his head - although he had a cold smile on his face, he deliberately used an ambiguous force as if he was teasing him.

He turned to look at him, his tall shadow completely covering the boy. He said in a hoarse voice, "Junior, the professor seems to think that we are very familiar with each other. He asked me to lend you the class notes you missed, and also asked me to supervise you and make sure you come to audit the class later."

Lan Yexing: “.”

Qiao You let go of the boy and brushed past him, leaving behind a low, hoarse voice: "Don't be late for class next week, junior."

Lan Yexing: “…”

After the people walked away, he took off the notebook on his head and sighed heavily.

There was nothing wrong with auditing one more class, but when he thought about the gossiping looks from students when he took the class later, he even felt his scalp tingling.

But luckily it's holiday time.

At least he can stay away from the missions, Qiao You, and those strategists with strange train of thought, and have a good rest for two days - right?