Chapter 7 Stairwell Hey, the smell of green grapes on you has gotten stronger.
The system weakly replied, "Well... things like getting rich overnight are not allowed."
"This wish cannot be something that is explicitly not in the storyline," the system explained. "For example, if the Gu family is very rich until the end of the story, and you are poor and don't win the lottery, then the wish you make is not feasible."
"It's so pointless if it can't change the plot." They have to create a plausible storyline out of thin air, and it can't directly harm the characters...
Wen Han called softly, "Jing Yu, Jing Yu."
Jing Yu had already written the reverse side when he heard Wen Han call him. He stopped writing, turned around, and listened to him speak.
"Let me ask you this: do you think Gu Cheng's father might give up on him?"
“It’s impossible to give up on him because of what happened this morning.” Jing Yu looked down at his probing gaze and said, “If there’s only one heir, we have to protect him no matter what.”
Wen Han blinked.
If there is only one heir to the throne, the emperor has no choice. But what if there is more than one heir?
"System, does his father have any illegitimate children?"
The system replied, "No."
The correction tape erased the original option and replaced it with the correct answer: "Is it not there, or is it just not mentioned in the show?"
"Anyway, the show never mentioned that Gu Cheng's father had an illegitimate child."
"But it didn't mention that he was morally upright and that nothing unexpected happened, right? It didn't say definitively that 'President Gu absolutely has no illegitimate children,' right?"
"Well......"
Wen Han's eyes sparkled with a hint of a smile: "Maybe if we help him look, he'll discover that there are pearls of the sea everywhere."
*
After Jingyu finished solving the last function problem, he glanced at the clock. At this time, the students were all doing their afternoon practice exercises, and there was usually no one outside.
When Wen Han saw that he put down his pen so quickly, she glanced at it and found that he had actually written everything, and she felt a little resentful.
Why are we all just cannon fodder, and why is there such a huge gap between people?
It's one thing if he's not as smart as the main character, but what's wrong with making him a little smarter? Why can't he be a high-IQ villain?
The first sub-question of the last big question was easy, but the second sub-question was quite abstract for Wen Han, and she didn't know where to start.
His eyes developed a sense of self and he couldn't help but want to see how Jing Yu wrote it. The system was screaming on the other end, trying to make the host think independently and hold the line.
Jing Yu walked to a corner when Jing Feng called him.
"Brother." He saw Wen Han sneaking over to look at his homework in the classroom.
"How are you finding the new school? Dad originally wanted you to study abroad, why did you suddenly want to switch to this school?"
Jing Yu's lips curled up slightly, but he suddenly noticed that in the opposite corridor, Gu Cheng was holding Wen Ruan and talking about something. He said expressionlessly, "I've been having nightmares lately. Maybe a change of environment will be better."
Jing Feng sighed: "Whatever. I don't know why you did that video this morning, but the Gu family's influence in Linjin is growing, so it's best not to offend them if there's no need to."
"Hmm." Jingyu suddenly asked him, "Brother, if someone is very poor, but also has a strong sense of pride, and you can't just bribe them with money, what should you do?"
Jing Feng looked up at the ceiling. He had never encountered this problem before. He frowned and asked, "Is it because we don't have enough money?"
Jing Yu smiled and said, "Never mind, I'll figure something out."
He thought for a moment, then said, "Brother, can you help me investigate someone's file?"
——
When Jingyu returned to the classroom, Wen Han stared at her test paper, pretending that nothing had happened and that she definitely hadn't looked at anyone else's answers.
Jingyu whispered, "Is there anything you don't know how to do?"
"Huh?" Wen Han pointed to the last question, "This one."
He watched Jing Yu's process, but didn't understand it. For a moment, he thought he was looking at a physics problem.
Jing Yu took out a blank piece of draft paper and wrote down the detailed process of the question. Wen Han watched as he quickly wrote down twice as much of the process as on the test paper.
"Give."
Wen Han was flattered. Even when he and Wen Ruo had a good relationship, the other party had never been this serious.
He took the draft and began to examine it carefully.
Wen Han was looking closely and didn't notice that Jing Yu was watching her the whole time.
Jing Yu became suspicious. He initially thought Wen Han was an Omega, but her student ID indicated that she was a Beta.
My senses might be malfunctioning lately.
He indifferently looked away, but Wen Han suddenly raised her head and nudged Fang Songxia in front of her.
"Hey, the green grape smell on you has gotten stronger."
"Huh?" Fang Songxia was so engrossed in math that he didn't notice anything amiss. After Wen Han reminded him, he sniffed and quickly grabbed his things to go to the bathroom to take care of himself.
Jing Yu was stunned.
Are Betas able to smell pheromones?
He fell into self-doubt again.
*
Wen Han suddenly sighed.
The system asked, "Host, what's wrong?"
Wen Han touched the draft paper Jing Yu had given him: "Look at other people's draft paper."
The system stared at the draft paper for a long time but couldn't figure it out: "Is there some secret in this draft paper?"
"It feels rich to the touch, while my draft paper feels poor."
“Host,” the system said earnestly, “any draft paper that can be written on is a good draft paper.”
Wen Han said with satisfaction, "A good system is one that can help the host fulfill his wishes."
The system hesitated, saying, "They'll apply for it from the space."
"This is so complicated, doesn't your system have any autonomy?"
"Shh!" the system said seriously, "Space holds grudges, host, don't say anything more."
...It's really not easy to be anything.
Wen Han understood the steps, and Mei Mei wrote down the answers.
——
The first period in the afternoon was physical education class. Halfway through the class, the PE teacher suddenly waved his hand and told them to go for a physical examination.
Fang Songxia sighed: "Why didn't we go for the physical exam during math class!"
Wen Han wholeheartedly agreed.
They had just finished warming up in PE class, and these school brats had no idea they needed to manage their pheromones; the air was practically filled with them. Wen Han covered her nose; even the most pleasant scents became unpleasant when mixed together.
Jing Yu watched as Wen Han covered her nose while joining the Beta queue. When it was Wen Han's turn, the nurse asked, "Excuse me, are you in the wrong queue? The Omega queue is on the right."
Some students whispered among themselves: "Is there gender dysphoria in our school now?"
Wen Ruan was at the back of the line. He heard the discussions around him and calmly looked ahead.
Wen Han had no choice but to repeat, as before, "I am a Beta."
The nurse clearly didn't believe him and drew a vial of blood, placing it in the Beta sample.
Wen Han plugged the wound with a cotton swab, and the instrument showed that his blood test did not contain pheromones.
The nurse could only awkwardly say, "Okay, you can go to the next room for your checkup now."
*
Jing Yu lay on the small bed in the sampling room. Alpha's hearing was excellent, and the conversation next door could be heard clearly.
"Oh, it's you again," the doctor asked. "How are things? Can you still smell pheromones?"
"Hmm." He heard Wen Han hesitate for a moment. "Doctor, do I need surgery?"
"This is the first time I've encountered a situation like yours. Although there seems to be no problem on the surface, I advise you to go to a major hospital for a gland test."
Jing Yu pricked up his ears, but Wen Han remained silent.
The doctor sighed. In special circumstances, the school usually notifies the parents. But this student clearly hadn't gone to the hospital for a checkup last time, probably because the parents didn't take it seriously or didn't want to spend the money, since a glandular pathology test is quite expensive.
The doctor could only comfort him, saying, "Your condition is quite stable now. Unless there are external factors that forcibly interfere, your glands will not change. Actually, being a Beta is quite good. Do you want to be a doctor in the future? Someone like you who can detect pheromones without being affected is practically a medical marvel."
Wen Han was amused by him: "But aren't doctors very busy?"
The doctor gave a wry smile: "That's true."
Wen Han put on her coat, and the system said anxiously, "Host, glands are very important, you should go to the hospital for a checkup!"
"Where did the money come from?" The alcohol on my glands was still evaporating, leaving a cool sensation.
"A single checkup can cost several thousand yuan, and someone like me who needs to find out the cause will definitely need more than one checkup." Even if you're lucky enough to find out the cause in just a few tests, the treatment costs will still be astronomical.
Wen Han handed the examination report to the health committee member, hoping only that the glands wouldn't become cancerous in the future.
As Wen Han was going down the stairs, he was blocked by a group of people. He recognized them immediately by their brightly colored hair. Were they here for revenge?
Wen Han's gaze was cold: "What do you want?"
"Damn it!" the leader of the thugs cursed. "I thought you were an Omega, that's why I didn't beat you up back then. Turns out you're a Beta. You've really ruined Brother Cheng's life."
"My brother is lying in the hospital right now. Who really hurt whom?" Wen Han found it all absurd.
"Hmph, still have the energy to be stubborn." The purple-haired man sneered. "Tell me, how are you going to apologize for offending us? Kneel down or—"
Wen Han was too lazy to move. He smiled and said, "I don't know how to apologize. Why don't you teach me what the police said to your parents this morning?"
Even the most notorious troublemakers at school usually get a beating from their parents when they cause trouble. Wen Han's words undoubtedly enraged them. They had been publicly beaten and scolded by their parents who came to school that morning to clean up their messes, losing face in front of the entire school.
A number of students had already gathered around. Zi Mao cursed and suddenly grabbed Wen Han by the collar and slapped him.
Purple Hair looked at Wen Han's face, which had been knocked to the side, and cursed. He felt a little guilty; it felt like he was hitting an Omega, even the feel was similar...
Wen Han turned around abruptly, glaring at him fiercely with a stubborn and stern look in her eyes, which were frighteningly bright, as if she wanted to tear the person in front of her to pieces.
"You dare glare at me!" Purple-haired man felt his authority challenged and raised his hand to strike again—
"stop!"
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