Cen Yu knew perfectly well how provocative his words were; according to the original story, he and Wen Xi had never gotten along.
This poor major general, who later joined the Fifth Legion and wore the golden lily of the valley badge, probably hated the most this arrogant and conceited noble Alpha who always used various words to suppress him during his military academy days.
However, Cen Yu waited for a long time, and Wen Xihe only took a few deep breaths, then clenched her fists, suppressing the urge to beat him up on the spot.
This is not surprising, as fighting is prohibited at the Imperial Military Academy; if you want to fight, go to the training grounds.
Wen Xihe strictly adhered to all rules and regulations, which is why he was admired by countless people later in the novel. At this moment, Wen Xihe simply looked at Cen Yu and said, "I'll say it again."
He looked at Cen Yu, emphasizing each word.
He has a large frame, and even though Cen Yu is quite tall, Wen Xihe is still a size bigger than him. "I'm not interested in Omegas."
“And don’t use that tone when you mention Omega.” He frowned at Cen Yu. “They are our comrades too.”
"Hehe." Cen Yu chuckled, unconcerned. He looked Wen Xihe up and down. "Alright, I understand."
He waved his hand and said, "Get lost."
The old man watched the show from the sidelines.
"Also, Li Chonghe won't be jealous that you're an Alpha," Wen Xihe added.
Outsiders would address Li Chonghe as "Your Highness," but since this is within the military academy, they only need to call him by his name. "He's not that petty."
"Besides, you have nothing to be jealous of."
After saying this, Wen Xi ignored Cen Yu and opened the door to leave.
Logically, Cen Yu should have pressed his advantage and continued to humiliate him—but seeing that the man had left, Cen Yu was too lazy to continue the act, so he pretended not to hear and reached out to the old man at the school hospital, "Report to me."
At this moment, Wen Xihe, who had walked halfway, paused slightly.
He glanced at Cen Yu's retreating figure.
Aside from Cen Yu, few people on campus would wear the formal attire that the Imperial Military Academy specially prepared for ceremonies and important events in such a private setting. Even if Wen Xi really didn't like Cen Yu, she had to admit that... he was indeed very suitable for this kind of outfit.
The waist of the dresses was specially fitted with ties to make them look cleaner and neater, and also to highlight the figures of these Alphas.
Unlike the black Alpha uniforms, the Omega uniforms inside the military academy are white, while the Beta uniforms are gray.
Sometimes Wen Xihe would find it very ridiculous that even though the school always promoted equality and that there was no distinction between class and family background, the old empire still categorized people according to gender.
The clear distinction tells everyone—
While the Imperial Military Academy welcomes all applicants, we also welcome all applicants, even Omegas can apply to the Command Department.
But we will still use the school uniforms to tell everyone where you belong.
Of course, perhaps to make all of this less obvious, only the formal wear is designed this way, while the everyday combat uniforms and training clothes are of the same style.
This also means that, apart from those Alphas who are obsessed with Alpha supremacy, no one likes the uniform style of the Imperial Military Academy.
Realizing he had been staring at Cen Yu for too long, Wen Xi looked away. He held the inhibitor in his hand, seemingly lost in thought, and then left the school hospital.
...
"You didn't accept the reassurance?" the old man asked Cen Yu. "Your pheromones are still fluctuating."
Cen Yu was sitting at the old man's desk.
The device used by the school hospital to detect pheromone fluctuations is very simple. Numerically, his pheromones still have a risk of fluctuation and overflow, but it is not his susceptible period... However, apart from adolescents in the differentiation period, very few adult Alphas have such unstable values.
“How could that be?” Cen Yu retorted instinctively, then chuckled lightly, “You forgot I’m an Omega.”
I wonder if avoiding close contact will make a difference, Cen Yu thought to himself.
The old man, of course, knew about Cen Yu's situation. He pushed up his glasses and said, "That's strange."
“Look at this number.” He pointed to the curve above. “This is the peak of your fluctuations, almost the same as boys in the differentiation period.”
After the age of 16, they will enter the formal differentiation period, and Cen Yu is now 22 years old, 6 years after the end of differentiation, so there should not be such a big fluctuation.
"Perhaps that Omega isn't right for you," the old man said.
Cen Yu leaned back in his chair, looking at the old man opposite him. This was clearly a statement that didn't fit the old man's character. His tone couldn't hide his contempt for Omega. Even though he hid it well, he still treated Omega as something else entirely.
This old man is of course an Alpha. Although he appears kind and treats everyone equally, he is an Alpha supremacist at heart.
So when Cen Yu made sarcastic remarks about Wen Xihe, although he stopped him, he wasn't entirely sincere.
Cen Yu even felt that the old man thought the same way, and that there were quite a few people within the empire who thought the same way, old and rotten to the point of being nauseating.
“A low-level Omega.” Cen Yu leaned back in his chair.
He took out a cigarette from his pocket.
"I want to change it."
Just as he expected, the old man watched him take out a cigarette and simply said, "Smoking is prohibited here."
“No one will know if you don’t tell,” Cen Yu said.
The old man shrugged, then watched Cen Yu light a cigarette. "There aren't many Omegas," he said to Cen Yu. "It won't be easy to find another one."
"Especially high-level Omegas."
“I know,” Cen Yu said deliberately, “but how could an Alpha like me only be with a low-level Omega?”
Old man: "..."
Cen Yu chuckled as he looked at the speechless expression in the old man's eyes. He figured out that the old man was probably trying to use Cen Yu, this fool, for some reason. That's why he was so lenient with him and willing to flatter such a simpleton.
“Indeed,” the old man said against his conscience, “An Alpha like you is only fortunate enough to be with a high-ranking Omega.”
--nausea.
The two of them thought the same thing without prior arrangement.
Clearing his throat, the old man continued, "I heard that person will be coming to the Imperial Military Academy soon."
"That one?" Cen Yu asked, feigning interest.
He genuinely had no idea what the old man was trying to say.
"The youngest son of that person in the Federation," the old man smiled mysteriously, "I heard he's a high-level Omega."
"He's coming to the Imperial Combat Department for an exchange."
The old man said to Cen Yu, "An S-class Omega should be able to calm your unstable pheromones."
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