After Attending School A, I Differentiated into an Omega - Chapter 17

The next day, Chen Fang conducted a surprise quiz. Thanks to Jiang Zhao, almost everything she had highlighted on the paper appeared on the test—mostly the same problem types or extensions of the knowledge points.

After the exam ended in the afternoon, the whole class let out a collective sigh of relief.

The students sitting in the last row of each row were responsible for collecting the papers. Qin Fengyue propped up her chin and lowered her eyes as she handed her paper over; the feeling of her hands becoming empty was not unfamiliar, but it didn’t mean there were no ripples in her heart.

Qin Fengyue watched the retreating back, randomly pulled a “lucky winner” of a worksheet from her desk drawer, and spent the break scratching her head over it.

Bai Xue: “Moon!”

Qin Fengyue put down her pen. “What’s wrong?”

“What happened to your neck?” Bai Xue asked.

Qin Fengyue’s neck was covered in several scratch marks, with some light and deep traces spread across her gland area.

Bai Xue: “How did that happen?”

Qin Fengyue “tsked.” “I like to scratch it when I’m frustrated. It’s nothing, just sensitive skin. It’ll go away in a bit.”

Bai Xue gave an “oh,” but her gaze remained fixed on Qin Fengyue’s neck.

The light scratches were faint red, while the deeper ones looked like a red tide seeping from under the skin, but a closer look confirmed these marks were from scratching and clawing. It added a trace of apparent “violent treatment” to her white, soft neck. It looked…

Bai Xue swallowed. “My god, it looks like you were scratched by an Omega. So erotic…”

Qin Fengyue narrowed her eyes.

Bai Xue immediately raised her hands. “My heart is pure!”

Qin Fengyue suddenly lowered her voice and asked, “Do you Alphas who have already differentiated… ever fall in love with other Alphas?”

Bai Xue’s face turned red, and she hurriedly denied it. “Of course not! I definitely wouldn’t feel that way about you—”

Qin Fengyue “tsked” and interrupted her. “I’m not talking about you.”

Bai Xue rubbed her face sheepishly, then said with a righteous air, “There are huge obstacles for an AA couple. Pheromone rejection… how painful would it be for two people who love each other to not be able to do ‘that’!”

“Extraordinary possessiveness” is not just an adjective; for an Alpha, it’s a verb.

Strongly possessing a partner makes an Alpha feel safe and comfortable. If that instinct isn’t satisfied, the Alpha will be triggered into a “rut” (susceptible period). During this period, they are irritable and sensitive, where even a small matter can become the fuse for an explosion.

Bai Xue: “As soon as an Alpha smells another Alpha’s pheromones, they start bickering. No matter how good the relationship is, problems will arise.”

Qin Fengyue murmured something in a low voice that Bai Xue couldn’t catch, but Bai Xue suddenly thought of something and said with a look of horror, “You wouldn’t decide to ‘fake it till you make it’ with Jiang Zhao just because we’re having so much fun shipping you two, would you?!”

Jiang Da had been eavesdropping for a while. Hearing this, he said incredulously, “That would be far too selfless!”

Qin Fengyue looked at Bai Xue with a look of utter speechlessness.

Class ended, and Jiang Zhao returned from the office after organizing the papers.

The moment she stepped through the back door of the classroom, a certain head in the second-to-last row—along with half her body—stiffened on the spot.

That little head wished it could just drop onto the desk. Usually, the person who only finishes homework at the last second and never writes an extra stroke was showing a record-breaking learning efficiency today.

Jiang Zhao sat down in her seat. Bai Xue leaned over to ask if Chen Fang had revealed any answers to the test.

There was a subtle smile in Jiang Zhao’s eyes. She seemed to have the answers at her fingertips, but occasionally, she would pause for two seconds before answering one of Bai Xue’s questions.

Bai Xue: “Luckily you circled those focus points for me, otherwise I’d be doing extra training on the playground once the papers are graded tomorrow.”

Jiang Zhao: “What did you just say?”

Bai Xue was stunned. “Huh?”

Jiang Zhao propped up her chin, her cold-white finger tapping on the desk. Once, twice.

“Luckily I… what?”

Bai Xue paused, stuttering as she repeated, “…Luckily I had the focus points you drew?”

Jiang Zhao nodded. “You’re welcome.”

Bai Xue looked confused: “…”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

“Tsk,” Qin Fengyue let out a sound, turned around to face Jiang Zhao, and said, “Thanks.”

Bai Xue was completely bewildered. “What’s going on? Thanks to whom?”

Qin Fengyue composed herself. “For yesterday, and before. I owe you a thank you.”

“Thanks.”

Jiang Zhao propped up her chin, the upturned corners of her eyes curving. She looked at Qin Fengyue, and just before the other girl became too restless under her gaze, a light hum escaped her lips.

“Mm, you’re welcome.”

Jiang Zhao’s mood became visibly cheerful.

Perhaps because of the atmosphere last night, a warmth was hidden in her heart, like a clam shell encountering seawater—it uncontrollably opened a tiny crack, letting a bit of it leak out.

A certain someone’s nerves regarding romance were too sensitive; like a snail’s tentacles, they would retract completely at the slightest touch.

Qin Fengyue scratched her neck. The area around the gland was hot and itchy; she couldn’t help but scratch it unconsciously.

As she scratched, the marks were exposed. In Jiang Zhao’s eyes, it felt like a feather was plucking and scraping at her heart.

Jiang Zhao opened her phone and, in a rare moment of leisure, browsed through WeChat and her Moments.

Qin Fengyue’s nickname changed frequently. At this moment, it had been changed to “Scattered in the Wind.”

It seemed like an answer to Jiang Zhao’s subtle probe from last night.

Jiang Zhao chuckled softly.

It was the first time she had seen someone use their WeChat name as a status update.

Friday. The class group chat began discussing where to spend the weekend.

Qin Fengyue had been in the group for two days, but she didn’t post much. Occasionally, someone would invite her to play ball; she either wouldn’t reply or would complain it was too hot.

Today was the same.

Sports Rep: [@Qin Fengyue, ball?]

Qin Fengyue: [Hot.]

Sports Rep: [Drama queen, how are you more high-maintenance than an Omega?]

Someone else asked: [Then if Jiang Zhao goes, will you go?]

Qin Fengyue: [What does this have to do with Jiang Zhao?]

Wu Hao: [Oh, those who know, know.]

Qin Fengyue had been annoyed by this topic lately. Hearing it made a flare of nameless anger rise in her heart.

She snapped back: [Dumbass.]

The class group went deathly silent.

Luckily, the Sports Rep was thick-skinned enough that his only focus was where to play this weekend.

[Internet cafe?]

[All you see is internet cafes!]

The previous tension was brushed aside as the group started chatting. The female Alphas unanimously rejected the internet cafe suggestion.

[Hell no to the internet cafe!]

[It stinks too much; going there just makes me want to start a solo fight!]

[How about swimming? There are Omegas to look at.]

[Yeah, swimming! It’s cool and beats the heat!]

The Sports Rep tagged Qin Fengyue again: [Then where are we playing?]

Qin Fengyue: [Ice skating, anyone?]

[I’m in!]

[Ice skating? Roller skating?]

[An ice rink? That would be so cool!]

Qin Fengyue sent a location. [See you here weekend afternoon.]

Quite a few people in the group responded; nearly half expressed interest. Jiang Zhao didn’t speak. When someone tagged her, she was even more cold and aloof than the occasionally replying Qin Fengyue. She ignored it directly.

Two days later, on a weekend after Jiang Zhao thought Qin Fengyue had returned to normal.

Qin Fengyue sent her a message.

[Coming out to play?]

Qin Fengyue sent a photo of the entrance to the skating club. When Jiang Zhao saw the message, she happened to be finishing a tutoring session. She was nearby—only a ten-minute walk away.

When Qin Fengyue saw Jiang Zhao, she waved at her. “You got here so fast?”

Several classmates were already standing by Qin Fengyue, looking a bit surprised to see Jiang Zhao.

“Jiang Zhao, you came?”

Jiang Zhao: “I’m working nearby.”

Qin Fengyue was tapping away at her phone without looking up. “Wait a sec, I invited other people too.”

Jiang Zhao gave an “mm” and stood to the side. Handsome men and beautiful women passing by the skating club all turned their heads to steal a second look at Qin Fengyue and Jiang Zhao.

“Waiting for the Sports Rep and the others?” Jiang Zhao asked.

Qin Fengyue thought, how could that be? “We spend five days together around the clock; do you really want to see them on the weekend too? Don’t you get sick of it?”

Jiang Zhao consciously shut her mouth. She guessed that Qin Fengyue probably had arrangements for the weekend long ago, and bringing the Class 2 students along was just an afterthought.

Then why did she call her?

The Class 2 people arrived—a group of at least a dozen Alphas standing outside the entrance of the skating rink, looking like a beautiful scenery. They stood in rows or small groups; one female Alpha held up her phone to take two panoramic photos.

Qin Fengyue and Jiang Zhao were in a corner. They weren’t flashy, but once your eyes landed on them, you couldn’t look away.

Jiang Zhao was chatting with others, while Qin Fengyue propped up her leg to play on her phone. There was no interaction between them, but Jiang Zhao stood half-turned, clearly leaving her conversational circle open on one side. If Qin Fengyue was willing, she could integrate into the group just by looking up.

God… so gentle…

Bai Xue covered her mouth, wanting to cry. She tagged Jiang Zhao and Qin Fengyue in the group. [Sob sob, I regret not going so much.]

The phone vibrated. Jiang Zhao took it out to look. Those in the group who saw the photo were regretting not coming, while those who were there were cursing the photographer for not making them look cool enough.

Amidst the bickering, Jiang Zhao opened the photo and held her phone under Qin Fengyue’s nose.

Qin Fengyue: “Mm, not bad. It captured one-tenth of my beauty.”

Jiang Zhao almost couldn’t keep her lips from curling. She said, “Are you wearing elevator shoes (insoles)?”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

F—!

After waiting a few more minutes, Chu Yang and several Omegas carrying popsicles arrived. The group was finally complete.

When Chu Yang saw Jiang Zhao, he greeted her. “You got here this fast?”

Jiang Zhao: “Mm.”

Chu Yang: “You’re still a person of few words?”

Qin Fengyue felt like she was hearing a joke. She patted Chu Yang’s shoulder. “I believe it now—you two really aren’t close.”

She pointed at Jiang Zhao and accused, “Good-tempered?”

Chu Yang was bewildered.

Qin Fengyue: “She’s a professional at exposing my weaknesses!”