After Attending School A, I Differentiated into an Omega - Chapter 10

“Damn!” Jiang Da let out a startled cry, his finger pointing at a specific name on the transcript. “Qin Fengyue? Ninth place!”

Bai Xue: “Huh?”

Qin Fengyue squeezed into the crowd as well. “Only ninth?”

Jiang Da, who had found his own name among the last few rankings, looked at Qin Fengyue with deep resentment upon hearing this. “Only ninth?”

Wasn’t so-and-so in first place?

Bai Xue sighed with emotion. “Goddess Jiang is first again.”

Qin Fengyue said expressionlessly, “What truly terrible news.”

Bai Xue: “?”

Qin Fengyue rubbed her face and took a photo of the transcript, intending to send it to Qin Dong. She opened her phone and, out of habit, checked her friend request list.

Her friend request list was rarely empty; every time she inspected it, it felt like an emperor selecting beauties for his harem.

Qin Fengyue clicked in. Hanging at the sixth spot on the list was a somewhat familiar avatar.

She immediately clutched her phone and glanced around.

Today was Jiang Zhao’s turn for class duty; she was currently at the podium writing the class schedule with chalk.

She had changed into her school uniform. Even the baggy clothes couldn’t hide her straight spine, and beneath the loose hem was a slender waist.

What is she up to?

Qin Fengyue thought suspiciously. She still remembered Jiang Zhao’s verbal flirting from yesterday!

She had thought about it all the way back in the car, unable to understand why casual banter between friends sounded so… stimulating… coming out of Jiang Zhao’s mouth.

So stimulating that her fake sleep turned into real sleep, and she had been feeling uneasy for a long time.

Clutching her phone, Qin Fengyue skipped over the friend request for now and sent the photo to her family group chat.

Baby Qin: [The baseline scores are out.]

She only received a reply as class was about to start.

Dad Qin: [Play on your phone less.]

Mom Fang: [You did very well! What do you want to eat when you come home this weekend, Little Moon?]

Qin Fengyue took the opportunity to demand a whole menu of dishes.

Dad Qin: [That’s enough. Do you think you’re eating a Manchu Han Imperial Feast?]

Baby Qin: [Tsk, you’re just worried about the chef.]

Dad Qin: [We’ll go to a restaurant. You can order whatever you want.]

Dad Qin @Mom Fang: [Don’t spoil her. If she wears you out, I’m the one who has to feel bad for you.]

Baby Qin: [Are you trying to kill this “single dog”?]

Unable to keep the conversation going, and afraid of being provoked further, Qin Fengyue forwarded her results to Chu Yang.

Sheep-Sheep-Sheep: [Why did you only photograph the people behind you? Where are the top rankings?]

Qin Fengyue curled her lip.

After some mindless chatting, the bell rang. Jiang Zhao, having copied the schedule, went to the restroom to wash her hands. Passing Qin Fengyue’s desk, she tapped the table with her knuckle—whether intentionally or not—and said, “Pay attention. Just because Alpha High’s management is loose doesn’t mean they won’t confiscate phones.”

Qin Fengyue looked up to meet her eyes. Jiang Zhao’s expression was indifferent. “Stop chatting during class.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Bai Xue clutched her heart, looking infatuated. “Is this love or hate?”

When the English teacher entered with the textbook, Qin Fengyue’s phone buzzed.

Qin Fengyue opened it to see—good heavens, Jiang Zhao had sent a request again.

So all that “reminder” was just to get her to accept the friend request?

How roundabout.

So “dog” (sneaky)? Qin Fengyue marveled inwardly. She clicked accept and secretly changed the contact nickname to “Dog,” but then felt it was too obvious, so she changed it to “Rose.”

Perfect!

She switched back to her family group chat.

Baby Qin: [Dad, Mom, I miss Rose.]

Fang Yi sent a photo, thinking Qin Fengyue was homesick, and offered a few words of comfort.

The attached picture was of the Husky rolling around in the yard, looking pathetic and covered in mud.

Qin Fengyue immediately suppressed a smile.

She let out a faint snort of air, which was caught by Zhao Meng, who was currently going over the exam papers.

“Qin Fengyue.”

“Present!”

Qin Fengyue stood up abruptly. She felt an inexplicable sense of guilt.

Zhao Meng burst out laughing. “You don’t need to stand so stiffly. Answering a question isn’t a military drill.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Every teacher had a freshly printed transcript tucked into their lesson plans today. As a new student, Qin Fengyue was the center of attention. Almost every teacher “cued” her for an introduction.

Zhao Meng: “Your scores in other subjects were quite good, but your English is just average.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Zhao Meng: “Qin Fengyue, have you analyzed your own paper?”

Qin Fengyue coughed. “Sister Meng-meng—”

The classroom was suddenly filled with the sounds of unnatural coughing and laughter.

Zhao Meng was a female Alpha. Usually, the Alphas in the class respectfully called her “Brother Zhao” or “Sister Zhao.” Coming from Qin Fengyue, it suddenly became a cutesy “Sister,” instantly causing a wave of goosebumps.

Qin Fengyue looked dazed. Zhao Meng waved it off and analyzed the paper, pinpointing her weaknesses accurately.

“Your English has a lot of room for growth. Not being able to memorize grammar isn’t a big problem; ultimately, English is about increasing reading volume and practicing your ‘feel’ for the language. That way, you’ll know where a sentence is wrong just by reading it through.”

Qin Fengyue nodded repeatedly.

Zhao Meng continued enthusiastically, “Qin Fengyue, if you put some effort into these grammar issues, moving up five places next time is absolutely no problem. In our science track, half the people stumble because of English—”

“For grammar issues, everyone can consult Jiang Zhao.” Everyone turned their eyes toward Jiang Zhao.

The great scholar Jiang was currently slumped on her desk, sleeping.

Just as Qin Fengyue was gloating, she heard Zhao Meng continue nonchalantly, “She can get a perfect score even while sleeping in class, so even the teachers don’t dare say anything.”

Zhao Meng’s remark caused a burst of laughter.

Being good at school means you can do whatever you want?!

Qin Fengyue looked at the head buried on the desk in the back row. Calculating it, the gap between her and Jiang Zhao’s total score was about twenty or thirty points—and that didn’t even account for the points she lost by being half an hour late.

Bai Xue lowered her voice and said, “This isn’t even Goddess Jiang’s full strength. She holds back on every minor quiz just to make things easier for the rest of the class. Jiang Zhao is so gentle!”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Qin Fengyue sat back down and accepted the friend request.

Following that, an uneasy day passed. The WeChat interface remained cleaner than a blank sheet of paper, save for a single system message: You are now friends…

She didn’t even know why Jiang Zhao wanted to be added back.

After school, the bespectacled Class Monitor called for everyone to change seats.

Qin Fengyue ignored Bai Xue’s reddened eyes and moved all her bags and notebooks to the second-to-last row, settling in diagonally in front of Jiang Zhao.

Farewell to the suffocating study atmosphere of the first three rows and the danger of being called on by teachers! The scent of freedom rushed toward her.

Then, Bai Xue moved her desk down too.

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Bai Xue: “You’re ninth and I’m tenth. Is it okay if I sit here?”

The whole class was busy swapping seats, except for the first-place Jiang Zhao, who had long since disappeared.

Halfway through evening self-study, Jiang Zhao finally returned to the classroom. She entered through the back door without disturbing anyone.

Qin Fengyue was working on a paper, a cup of ice water by her hand, her collar open down to her collarbone. Viewed from above, her collarbone lines were distinct.

She seemed to find it too hot.

Qin Fengyue gulped down the last bit of ice soda, waited a few seconds for it to settle, then pulled out her phone to chat with an Omega. Relaxing, she slumped backward.

Half of her body slid onto Jiang Zhao’s desk like a pile of soft mud.

Strands of hair brushed against Jiang Zhao’s fingertips. Her fingertips twitched as if struck by electricity. Jiang Zhao looked up and noticed that the person in front of her had been replaced by a familiar back of a head.

Qin Fengyue’s WeChat name was rather flirtatious: The Charming Beauty of Wind and Moon.

The Charming Beauty of Wind and Moon: [What’s wrong? Why the ‘sob’?]

The person she was talking to had the nickname “Strawberry,” which sat prominently in the center of the chat interface, exuding a sweet aura.

Jiang Zhao propped her chin on her hand and watched for a while.

“Strawberry” was complaining that Qin Fengyue didn’t carry her in the game, so she had to play alone, resulting in her rank plummeting toward “Stubborn Iron.” She was already crying from the losses.

The Charming Beauty of Wind and Moon: [Pinching your nose.jpg]

Strawberry: [You’re still bullying me!]

Jiang Zhao watched for a bit longer. Qin Fengyue was clearly getting excited in the chat; more and more of her hair was falling onto Jiang Zhao’s desk. Jiang Zhao finally grabbed a lock of it and gave it a tug.

“Ow—”

Qin Fengyue clutched her hair and looked back. Jiang Zhao had already withdrawn her hand and buried her head to sleep again.

Vengefulness immediately flared up.

Qin Fengyue took out her phone and sent the pictures of “Rose” to Jiang Zhao.

Jiang Zhao was still sleeping, but the phone in her desk vibrated repeatedly. She pulled it out to look, her half-closed eyes flashing with a hint of hostility.

Qin Fengyue kept turning her head to peek. Seeing this, she immediately turned back, her shoulders shaking uncontrollably as she stifled a laugh.

Over a dozen photos—all of a Husky.

The Charming Beauty of Wind and Moon used the dog as a metaphor for a person: [Look at this dog.]

Jiang Zhao had been lying down for less than five minutes, her sleepiness just beginning to take over. She used a pen to poke Qin Fengyue’s back repeatedly—poke, poke, poke.

Impatiently, she licked her dry lips and said in a raspy voice, “Cut it out.”

The pen tip roamed across her back, the itchiness piercing through. Qin Fengyue shook her shoulders in protest. “You cut it out. Why are you getting all handsy?”

Jiang Zhao “tsked.” Her sleepiness was gone, but her voice hadn’t recovered yet. She asked hoarsely, “Where did I touch you?”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Bai Xue had been secretly watching for a long time. “Arguing again. Fighting is a sign of affection, and scolding is a sign of love~”

Qin Fengyue and Jiang Zhao were too lazy to explain and both called a truce.

Time passed in an orderly fashion. Qin Fengyue watched Bai Xue mingling in the class group every day, and at first, she felt a bit left out. This class hadn’t fully accepted her yet, and they were still secretly discussing the “AA Romance” between her and Jiang Zhao.

Qin Fengyue suppressed her feelings. Better not to join, saves me the annoyance.

To prevent herself from dwelling on her painful past, Qin Fengyue even quit the forums. But she couldn’t stop Bai Xue from browsing them happily; several times, Bai Xue’s phone slid past Qin Fengyue’s eyes—intentionally or not.

It was full of “tiger and wolf” words (bold/explicit talk).

With the baseline exams over, the students of Alpha High finally had free time to cause trouble.

Posts like [The Earth-Shattering Romance of the Big Shots], [Behind the Fall of the ‘Two Thousand’ Myth], and [I Treated You Like an Omega, but You Secretly Became an Alpha Behind My Back?] were springing up like mushrooms.

Even Alphas were merciless when it came to gossip. The most discussed topic was who was “on top” and who was “on bottom” between Jiang Zhao and Qin Fengyue. Someone had even started a poll on the public forum.

Jiang Zhao’s votes were in a league of their own, leaving Qin Fengyue’s supporters far behind.

To protect her eyes, the moment Qin Fengyue caught sight of that thread title, she decisively chose to ignore it rather than gouge her own eyes out.

She had once been the face of United Middle School, and the fanfictions featuring her as the protagonist were innumerable. Whether it was “Top,” “Reverse Top,” or “Switch,” she had seen every genre and wasn’t bothered by much—the only thing she was dissatisfied with was that she was supposedly the one on the bottom.

September 1st arrived, the day the freshmen enrolled. In Alpha High terms, this was the annual Open Day. There were no restrictions on who could enter the school, so many Omegas would flock to visit.

In other words, it was the day the “Qin Peacock” could spread her feathers.

Chu Yang: [The Omegas from our school have organized a tour group to come and offer you condolences.]

Qin Fengyue sat on the edge of her bed, feet swinging as she replied.

[Tour? Condolences?]

Chu Yang: [Some Alphas are also planning a group trip… to visit you in ‘prison’.]

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Bai Xue and Jiang Da were squeezed in front of Qin Fengyue’s wardrobe, trying on clothes. “How do I look in this tomorrow?”

Jiang Da pulled something shiny and black from the bottom of a suitcase. “Damn! Leather pants?”

“Too flashy!”

“Way too flashy!”

The two spoke in unison.

Qin Fengyue’s mouth twitched. Those leather pants were a product of her “eighth-grade syndrome” (chuunibyou) phase.

She started to explain, “Those leather pants—”

Bai Xue was full of excitement. She held up the thigh-high leather pants and brandished them toward the door.

“Goddess Jiang! Look, Little Moon’s leather pants!”

Qin Fengyue: “???”

“!!”