A Records Of An Alpha’s Life In Ancient Times - Chapter 5

Another thing worth mentioning was that the school actually had a two-day weekend system, which greatly surprised Shen Qingshu. Later, she learned that this was something Emperor Shizu had spent great effort enforcing. Even the imperial court followed the same system. It was said that he hated unpaid “overtime” the most, and if any trade or profession was caught by the authorities violating it, they would be heavily fined.

Shen Qingshu guessed that in his previous life, he might have been a corporate slave. Perhaps he had even died from overwork.

Emperor Shizu had reigned for decades, and two-day weekends had already become customary. After the new emperor ascended the throne, he did not change it either. After all, the emperor could take weekends off too!

That day happened to be Friday afternoon. Shen Qingshu sat in her seat, restless and uneasy, feeling as though there was an indescribable irritation in her heart.

At first, she thought it was just pre-holiday syndrome acting up. But after school ended and she returned home, everything she looked at still annoyed her, and she felt uncomfortable everywhere.

But if she had to explain exactly where she felt unwell, she could not say. She simply could not calm down.

Annoying!

After dinner, she lay in bed and turned the matter over in her mind for a while. Suddenly, she felt that this was somewhat similar to the symptoms of an alpha’s susceptible period, though not as serious.

After adulthood and differentiation, alphas and omegas would show this kind of condition at irregular intervals.

During this period, they would long for their partners and need to stay with them for extended periods, only calming down after receiving comfort from their partner.

Otherwise, their emotions would randomly develop in extreme directions, causing them to do all kinds of unimaginable things.

Betas did not experience this condition, and betas also did not have glands at the back of their necks. Therefore, research generally believed that this was caused by the unique glands of alphas and omegas.

But after transmigrating, she had changed bodies. This body was not yet an adult and did not have glands at all. So why did she still have a susceptible period?

From her previous life, only her mental power had come with her. Could it be that the academic conclusion was wrong, and susceptible periods were actually caused by mental power?

Then how did one explain betas also having mental power?

Shen Qingshu could not make sense of it no matter how she thought. Thinking until her head hurt only made her even more restless and irritable.

In later generations, the state had long since developed suppressants, which could relieve this condition. Alphas who did not have partners could simply go and collect them.

Then came the problem: where was she supposed to go now to collect suppressants?!

In this world, she also had no way of finding an omega partner.

With no other option, Shen Qingshu could only rely on herself and endure it.

Fortunately, compared with the susceptible periods she had experienced in her original body, the current intensity was extremely faint. She showed no signs of losing control. At most, her study efficiency had become a little low.

But she was somewhat worried that as this body grew and her mental power strengthened, the symptoms would become more and more severe.

It scared her so much that she did not dare cultivate her mental power anymore. She did not want to turn into a mental patient in other people’s eyes!

Thinking about all this, Shen Qingshu only fell into a deep sleep very late. When she got up the next day, she was listless as well.

Today, her emotions seemed to have developed in the direction of laziness. She did not want to get up, did not want to talk, did not want to read, and did not want to eat.

She could not muster energy for anything. She only wanted to lie down on the ground and become a “living corpse.”

This kind of development was still relatively good. At least it would not affect other people. It just so happened to be a rest day, so she stayed in her room as much as possible, and no one discovered anything unusual about her.

On Sunday, after waking from sleep, however, her emotions shifted toward paranoia and fear. It was as if she had developed persecutory delusions. She always felt that danger was everywhere and that everyone wanted to harm her, leaving her constantly jumpy and alarmed.

If she stayed inside the house, she wondered whether the house might collapse. If she went outside, she worried that something might fall from the sky. The threshold might trip her, paper might cut her, and the food might poison her.

As for people, there was even less to say. Anyone who tried to approach her had a conspiracy.

She knew all of this was false, and her face remained calm and indifferent, showing nothing unusual. But the thoughts constantly flashing through her mind still made this day exceptionally difficult for her.

Especially while eating. It was practically like swallowing knives, bite by bite!

After difficultly enduring through the day, Shen Qingshu prayed that tomorrow’s emotions would not be too strange, then fell asleep mentally and physically exhausted.

Unfortunately, the heavens did not grant people’s wishes. On Monday, not only did Shen Qingshu’s emotions not change, they even intensified.

What was she supposed to do?

This world was so dangerous. Why should she even go to school?

If she thought about it rationally, she should not go to school either. Who knew what might happen during an entire day outside?

But if she wanted to ask for leave, she would have to pretend to be sick. If she pretended to be sick, she would have to face three women who cared about her and a doctor coming to examine her.

Ah!

After weighing her options, Shen Qingshu still decided to go out and face the dangerous world. Because she did not want to drink medicine. Just thinking about that pitch-black bowl was enough to scare her to death!

When she went out in the morning, the May weather was clear, bright, and refreshing. Shen Qingshu, however, dressed herself very tightly. Only like this did she feel a sense of security.

Today, they took a more roundabout road with fewer people. But walking among unfamiliar crowds, Shen Qingshu was still so nervous that all the hairs on her body nearly stood on end. She could only keep doing mental battle with herself and quicken her pace.

By the time she finally reached the private school, a thin layer of sweat had already broken out on Shen Qingshu’s back. Half of it was from fright, and half of it was from heat.

She had come early today. There was only Gao Mingche in the schoolroom.

As usual, Gao Mingche merely nodded to her and did not strike up a conversation. This made Shen Qingshu, who had previously felt he was a little cold, feel especially comfortable.

Senior Brother Gao was truly considerate.

Shen Qingshu knelt down at her seat. The schoolroom was a relatively safe environment, and her thoughts, which had been boiling all the way there, finally calmed somewhat. She also took out a book and began reviewing her lessons.

At a time like this, books were like medicine to her. When she immersed herself in them, she could temporarily forget the outside world. If she did not think too much, she would not be so afraid.

Unfortunately, not all of her classmates had Gao Mingche’s personality. After Meng Bozhou arrived, he felt that something was missing.

He pondered for a moment and realized it was because Shen Qingshu was too quiet. Today, she had not greeted any one of them. On ordinary days, they would always chat a little in a show of classmate affection.

No wonder he felt uncomfortable.

Meng Bozhou turned around, bracing one hand on Shen Qingshu’s desk while waving the other in front of her eyes. “Hey, Qingshu, what’s wrong with you? You’re ignoring all of us today. Are you feeling unwell somewhere?”

When the others heard this, they also looked over with concern.

Not only had Shen Qingshu’s state been interrupted, someone was even “moving their hand” right under her eyelids. She was startled at once, and her body could not help leaning slightly backward.

She worked hard to control her emotions and maintain her reason, then smiled somewhat apologetically. “I’m fine. I was just a little too absorbed in reading today and didn’t notice you all.”

“Who are you trying to fool?” Meng Bozhou leaned closer and glanced at the contents of the book, then pursed his lips. “You can get absorbed reading the Spring and Autumn Annals? You can already recite it, can’t you? What exactly is wrong?”

Shen Qingshu had no answer. She merely wanted to focus on one thing. The content was not important to her.

She could only change her words. “There are some troubling matters, so I’m in a bad mood.”

“I knew it. What happened?” Meng Bozhou leaned his body a little farther toward her.

Shen Qingshu closed her eyes and strained to maintain her calm. “It’s a family matter. Bozhou, right now, I just want some quiet.”

She did not want to chat at all. She only hoped he would hurry up and turn back around.

But Meng Bozhou refused to give up and pressed, “Say it out loud. Maybe we can help.”

Shen Qingshu rubbed her temple, not knowing how to explain, so she could only ignore the words.

“I…”

Meng Bozhou was about to persuade her again, but Xia Bogui, who was beside them, pulled him back and shook his head at him.

Meng Bozhou hesitated for a while, but in the end, he did not continue asking. Obediently, he turned back around.

Only then did Shen Qingshu let out a breath of relief.

For the entire day, aside from when Teacher Zheng tested her, Shen Qingshu seemed to have grown into the mat beneath her. She did not leave her seat at all.

After what happened that morning, her classmates were also tactful enough not to start conversations with her.

Shen Qingshu did not even eat lunch. Without Old Madam Liu and the others watching her, skipping a meal was much more worthwhile and comfortable to her.

Resisting all kinds of imagined harm left her utterly exhausted. But fortunately, no accidents happened that day. It passed just like that, calm and uneventful.

If this had been at the intensity of her previous life, without suppressants, she might already have injured many people who had wanted to “harm” her by now.

The next day, when Shen Qingshu got up, she discovered that she had returned to normal. Her emotions were calm and still, with no extreme thoughts.

Thank heaven and earth. This susceptible period was finally over.

In a short span of three days, it had felt as long as three years.

Susceptible periods were irregular, and she had no idea when the next one would come. It might be half a month later, or it might be half a year later.

In any case, Shen Qingshu hoped the interval would be as long as possible. Best if it never came again.

After this matter, Shen Qingshu returned to her plain, ordinary daily life. When she went back to school, she also apologized for her cold attitude that day. The others all expressed their understanding one after another and did not take the matter to heart.

Spring passed, summer came, autumn welcomed winter, and in the blink of an eye, it was already the end of the year.