After Attending School A, I Differentiated into an Omega - Chapter 19

Qin Fengyue didn’t feel a thing: “You’re doing this again?”

Jiang Zhao’s expression this time looked very serious: “Your scent is so strong it can be smelled all over the street.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

After finishing the BBQ and returning to school, Qin Fengyue seemed normal on the outside, but inside she was so panicked she wanted to grab someone just to ask if she reeked.

She suffered through evening self-study. At night, she carried the smell of cooking oil and smoke all the way back to the dorm. She was dawdling at her desk playing on her phone when there was a knock on the door.

“Who?”

“Me.”

Qin Fengyue ran to the door, pressing her amber eye to a coin-sized hole in the wood, her pupil darting around. “Who are you?”

Jiang Zhao: “…”

Jiang Zhao pushed the door straight open, placing an item on the table. “Test strips.”

In her pocket were some disposable pheromone test strips. During differentiation, pheromone fluctuations reach a small peak; if she tested twice and it was positive, it was basically certain she was about to differentiate.

Qin Fengyue: “You went to the infirmary?”

Jiang Zhao gave an ‘mm’ and started unwrapping a test strip.

“Wait!” Qin Fengyue suddenly interrupted. “I… um…”

Qin Fengyue seemed a bit nervous. She casually placed her phone on the desk; the screen was still lit, and the search bar showed: “Symptoms before Alpha differentiation…”

Jiang Zhao read it out loud.

In the next second, Qin Fengyue: “Crap.”

The phone was flipped over in a frantic hurry, screen down.

“No need to be nervous,” Jiang Zhao said flatly.

Qin Fengyue’s ears turned hot. “I’m not nervous! I just want to be safe!”

Jiang Zhao: “Just take the test strips from the infirmary and test it here.”

Qin Fengyue mumbled: “I’m not going. After that massive blunder last time, I can’t face the school doctor’s smile anymore…”

Jiang Zhao raised an eyebrow, continuing her movements. “I guessed as much, so I brought them to you.”

Qin Fengyue stared at her hands. She was going to say something, but paused for two seconds because of Jiang Zhao’s lean, cold-white, and slender fingers.

Jiang Zhao handed the test strip to Qin Fengyue, along with a blood-sampling needle.

The needle was tiny. With just a light prick on the neck, a needle-sized bead of blood would appear; she just had to smear that bead onto the strip.

This thing is 90% accurate; for more precise data, one would need a major hospital.

Looking at the needle tip, Qin Fengyue struggled. “I smell like BBQ. I’m going to shower first!”

Jiang Zhao’s dark eyes flickered. The dorm wasn’t large, and Qin Fengyue hid her scent well, but Jiang Zhao always felt a faint aroma of red wine lingering at the tip of her nose. Inexplicably, it made her feel irritable.

That wasn’t due to pheromone rejection.

That restless, irritable emotion appeared more often when Qin Fengyue smiled at Omegas.

But so what?

Qin Fengyue was an Alpha about to differentiate.

Alpha pheromones naturally repel each other. No matter how well one hides their scent, instinct will sense another predator, and the pheromones will push back.

Once Qin Fengyue differentiates and becomes an Alpha, that vague, elusive sentiment Jiang Zhao felt for her might vanish under the pressure of instinctive repulsion.

But the moment she realized Qin Fengyue was about to differentiate, Jiang Zhao felt as if her heart were blocked by a wad of cotton.

This situation had lasted for most of the day.

After feeling Qin Fengyue’s almost joyful expectation of differentiating, Jiang Zhao’s negative emotions reached a breaking point.

Jiang Zhao lost her patience. Watching Qin Fengyue humming and busying herself around the small dorm, she spoke up with a faint, mocking tone: “Just testing pheromones, do you really need to ‘burn incense and bathe’?”

Qin Fengyue pulled out a small floral sundress for herself. “What do you know? After I differentiate, I can go find an Omega…”

“After you differentiate, you’ll still need some time.”

Jiang Zhao leaned against the wall with her arms crossed, the smile on her lips so faint it was almost invisible. “It’s not like you can go to bed with an Omega immediately.”

Qin Fengyue stumbled, choking on her own saliva. She looked back at Jiang Zhao, surprised: “What are you saying? I’m not…”

Jiang Zhao lowered her arms and walked over, her cold-white fingertips hooking the strap of Qin Fengyue’s dress. “Still wearing dresses? Aren’t you afraid of being exposed?”

Female Alphas rarely wear dresses after differentiating because it’s inconvenient and helps people distinguish them as Alphas.

Qin Fengyue ‘tsked’. “I actually like wearing dresses.”

“It’s fine,” Jiang Zhao gave a wicked smile. “When you’ve just differentiated, it’s like a bamboo shoot breaking through the soil—so small, it won’t get in the way of wearing a dress.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Jiang Zhao rubbed her fingertips together, almost making a “size-measuring” gesture in front of Qin Fengyue.

Qin Fengyue turned red to her ears and grabbed two of Jiang Zhao’s fingers. “Holy crap! Can you f—ing show some restraint?”

Jiang Zhao: “?”

Qin Fengyue remembered that eye-searing post she saw on the forum: “I know yours is big, but don’t you think mine will grow?!”

Jiang Zhao stared at the red on Qin Fengyue’s earlobe. “After differentiating, you can’t mess around. It leads to stunted development.”

Qin Fengyue’s expression slumped. “I know.”

Seeing her look genuinely disappointed, Jiang Zhao was laughed into anger. She paused and continued: “You must remain chaste and respect yourself, otherwise…”

In the position of having two fingers held, Jiang Zhao slowly withdrew one. With the remaining one, she seemed to shake it wickedly at Qin Fengyue.

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Qin Fengyue looked like she’d been struck by lightning. “You… are you actually this much of a ‘closet pervert’ (men-sao)?”

Jiang Zhao checked her watch. “You have five minutes to shower.”

“I’m going now!”

Jiang Zhao turned to close the door. “Test it yourself in a bit. I’m going back.”

“Wait,” Qin Fengyue called out. “What room do you live in?”

After boarding for so long, Qin Fengyue still didn’t know Jiang Zhao’s room number.

Jiang Zhao: “Why?”

Qin Fengyue: “Are you busy? I’ll come find you when I’m done. I’ve never pricked my own gland before; I always went to the hospital. Help me out in a bit.”

Jiang Zhao paused. “101.”

Qin Fengyue: “You live on the first floor? No wonder.”

No wonder she never saw Jiang Zhao on this floor.

Jiang Zhao: “There weren’t enough dorms. I live with Yao Ting.”

Qin Fengyue took her clothes to the bathroom. She was in a good mood; her phone was playing “Today is a Good Day” on the side.

The entire time she showered, she prayed to differentiate quickly.

Five minutes later, she walked out in pajamas. Jiang Zhao hadn’t left; she was leaning against the desk flipping through a book.

Qin Fengyue: “That’s my exercise book.”

Jiang Zhao held it up, pointing a finger at a page. “This problem is beyond the curriculum.”

Qin Fengyue glanced at it. “You can understand it?”

Jiang Zhao nodded.

Qin Fengyue’s gaze was complicated: “This is for my advanced training. The problem you mentioned… I haven’t… haven’t had time to look at it yet.”

Halfway through, she swallowed the words “haven’t understood it yet.”

Jiang Zhao looked like she not only understood the problem she couldn’t solve but also knew how to do it. She cursed this “freak” in her heart, but changed her sentence at the last second to act cool.

“Stop talking about that stuff. Help me.” Qin Fengyue put the needle in Jiang Zhao’s hand and turned around, brushing her damp hair to one side to reveal her entire nape.

The neck in front of her was still damp and a bit cool.

Qin Fengyue had good skin, but Jiang Zhao only now realized that the back of her neck was exceptionally beautiful, glowing with a faint pinkish health like a sheet of fine cream.

White with a hint of pink.

The gland is located on the back of the human neck; it is perhaps the most primitive organ left after the evolution of advanced primates.

Like beasts in the wild, when a male possesses a female, he always takes a crouching position on top, biting their necks hard while penetrating.

Making it impossible for them to flee or escape.

The same goes for an Alpha marking an Omega. When being marked, they are forced to endure an Alpha’s passion, which is far hotter than imagined.

Jiang Zhao touched Qin Fengyue’s gland.

Qin Fengyue: “…Why are you touching me? Prick me already!”

Jiang Zhao pressed the side of Qin Fengyue’s neck, her finger pad gently stroking the nape to find the gland. Her lips moved: “I’m looking for it.”

Qin Fengyue gave an ‘oh’. Her neck felt tingly and numb; she was naturally sensitive, and her ears turned red in no time.

If any Omega were touched on the neck like this, they’d definitely call the police, right?

Qin Fengyue thought absent-mindedly.

Jiang Zhao’s first prick missed, the needle tip hitting the back of her own thumb. She used this method to clear her head, then said hoarsely: “Sorry. No experience.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

There were only two test strips and needles.

Jiang Zhao just wasted one for nothing?

Qin Fengyue: “You—”

Jiang Zhao’s finger pad applied gentle pressure: “Don’t move.”

Qin Fengyue stiffened for a moment.

The strange thing was, even though Jiang Zhao did nothing, in that second, she truly felt a delusion that her neck would be snapped.

She didn’t snap out of the daze until Jiang Zhao patted her shoulder.

Jiang Zhao: “Hold the cotton swab yourself.”

Qin Fengyue waved her hand. “With this little blood, who are you looking down on?”

Jiang Zhao was dropping the blood she had drawn into a tube onto the strip. Hearing this, her gaze swept lazily over Qin Fengyue. “There’s a scent. A strong one.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Qin Fengyue: “That look of disgust makes me think I have body odor.”

Jiang Zhao smiled. “The result is out.”

Qin Fengyue swallowed and took the strip.

The color was very dark, exceeding any pheromone concentration Qin Fengyue had tested before.

At least… this strip proved she was truly about to differentiate.

Differentiation would be complete within twenty-four hours.

While Qin Fengyue held the strip like a treasure, Jiang Zhao was already dialing a number on her phone.

The phone rang a few times. Qin Fengyue: “Who are you calling?”

Jiang Zhao: “Chen Fang. You must stay in the isolation room tonight.”

“Wait!” Qin Fengyue cut off Jiang Zhao’s call.

“What?”

“It’s not set in stone yet! Even if this paper is dyed pitch black.” Qin Fengyue pinched the strip.

Jiang Zhao was speechless at her description.

Qin Fengyue slammed the table: “Test again.”

Jiang Zhao said flatly: “The needles are gone.”

Qin Fengyue reached back to touch her neck. The invisible needle hole had stopped bleeding; her neck was clean.

“Use the previous needle to prick again.”

Jiang Zhao: “…Did you ever take a biology and hygiene class?”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Qin Fengyue started a low-level mockery: “It’s all because of you! How could you mess up? First you can’t skate, then you prick your own thumb! You’ve changed! Making such a rookie mistake, ha! It’s enough to make one’s teeth fall out from laughter!”

Qin Fengyue’s one-sided bickering vanished into a vibrating phone. Chen Fang was calling back.

Jiang Zhao handed the phone to Qin Fengyue. “Taking it?”

Qin Fengyue: “…No.”

Jiang Zhao hung up.

Qin Fengyue was dumbfounded: “You should at least say something, like ‘wrong number.’ Can’t you even use the simplest excuse?”

Jiang Zhao pressed her temples, seemingly annoyed by her. “Differentiation is a serious matter. You must go into isolation.”

Qin Fengyue pouted: “The blunder at the infirmary last time has already spread. If I cause a scene, enter isolation, and then get sent out perfectly fine again? The whole school will know.”

The phone rang again.

Qin Fengyue grabbed it before Jiang Zhao could.

Jiang Zhao didn’t move. Perhaps she was indulging her, or perhaps she was also escaping.

Escaping the fact that after differentiation, she might no longer be able to interact with Qin Fengyue so closely due to pheromone rejection.

This world wasn’t large, but it was filled with traces of Qin Fengyue’s life.

If it were any other Alpha, or herself, they would strongly reject a stranger suddenly stepping into their private territory.

Qin Fengyue felt nothing; she opened the door, let Jiang Zhao see her gland, let her touch it, and let her act.

Jiang Zhao tightened her throat, silently permitting the stupid thing Qin Fengyue was about to do.

Qin Fengyue answered the call.

“Jiang Zhao, what is it?”

Qin Fengyue pinched her throat, mimicking Jiang Zhao’s indifferent and distant tone. She planned to strike first by asking Chen Fang why he called, then in his surprised explanation, take control by saying she accidentally pressed it, and finally hang up.

Chen Fang definitely wouldn’t suspect a thing.

Qin Fengyue said flatly: “Teacher Chen, is something wrong?”

The other side was silent for two seconds.

Everything was under control.

Qin Fengyue raised a triumphant eyebrow at Jiang Zhao and even turned on the speaker.

Jiang Zhao turned her head away, not having the heart to watch.

Chen Fang’s furious voice came through: “Qin Fengyue, is your skin itching (are you asking for a beating)?”

“Pfft—”

Black lines hung from Qin Fengyue’s forehead. She shoved the phone back into the arms of Jiang Zhao, who couldn’t stop herself from laughing.

The bugle blew. The lights-out signal would ring for two full minutes—enough time for Jiang Zhao to get from Qin Fengyue’s dorm to the first floor.

Once she left, Qin Fengyue flipped onto the bed and received a message from Jiang Zhao.

【Go to sleep. If the test strip isn’t wrong, the symptoms will be very obvious tomorrow. No matter what, you must enter isolation then.】

In a burst of uncontrollable joy, Qin Fengyue tossed and turned until the early hours. She played games half the night until she regained her rank from the season update, then fell into a peaceful sleep.

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The next day, Qin Fengyue was sleeping in a daze when she was dug out of the covers by Jiang Zhao.

“What are you doing?” Qin Fengyue pushed Jiang Zhao weakly.

Jiang Zhao threw a damp, wet cloth onto Qin Fengyue’s face. “Get up. To the isolation room.”

Qin Fengyue opened her eyes. “Are there symptoms?”

A folding mirror was held up in front of Qin Fengyue.

Jiang Zhao: “See for yourself.”

Qin Fengyue focused on the mirror. Alpha differentiation is accompanied by a low fever.

In the mirror, from her face to her neck, continuing down to where it vanished beneath her clothes, she was flushed with an unnatural, faint red.

Her amber eyes were as crystal clear as if washed in water, the corners rimmed with a red tide. Her breath was hot, and the “thirst” was very obvious.

Qin Fengyue murmured: “This old lady (me) is enchanting even while differentiating.”

Jiang Zhao was almost dying of speechlessness. She reached out and patted Qin Fengyue’s head.

Next door, Bai Xue came to wake Qin Fengyue as usual.

Qin Fengyue had a severe habit of oversleeping. If no one woke her, she would sleep until she was late, skipped class, and was punished with standing or copying by the teacher.

Except today was different. Bai Xue walked next door, pushed open the door, and Qin Fengyue was already up, standing shoulder-to-shoulder with Jiang Zhao.

So exciting!

Bai Xue subconsciously covered her nose, then suddenly paused.

Jiang Zhao was much taller than Qin Fengyue, how could they be shoulder-to-shoulder?

She rubbed her eyes and looked again.

That rascal Qin Fengyue was standing on tiptoes, clinging to Jiang Zhao to snatch a phone.

Jiang Zhao leaned against the table, tilting her body back. While dodging Qin Fengyue’s pursuit over and over, she said flatly: “…Mm, she’s about to differentiate.”

“She wouldn’t let me say anything last night, afraid the strip was wrong.”

After hanging up, Qin Fengyue stood straight and hummed.

Jiang Zhao seemed unsatisfied. “Stopped trying to snatch it?”

Qin Fengyue: “Snatch my ass!”

Bai Xue pinched herself. What the hell was with that “unsatisfied”?

Jiang Zhao didn’t hit her even though they were so close?

She was the legendary Super Alpha—a Super A whose rejection reaction would only get more severe! Is the rejection system dead?

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Qin Fengyue and Jiang Zhao dawdled in the dorm until everyone in the building had left.

Chen Fang said the isolation room was ready and wanted Qin Fengyue to go to the infirmary for one more test strip first.

Chen Fang repeatedly instructed Qin Fengyue to remember to use scent blockers to hide her scent before leaving, lest someone smell her on the road and want to punch her.

A normal test requires two checks with an hour interval to avoid pheromone spikes caused by emotional fluctuations.

After the first check, combined with last night’s test, Qin Fengyue’s differentiation was 100% certain—it couldn’t be more real.

So, while waiting for the second strip, Qin Fengyue showily asked Fang Yi again for underwear with a “little pouch.”

After gloating in the family group, she went to her “besties” group to show off.

【I finished the test strip. The paper is so black it’s unbelievable. This differentiation is a done deal!】

Jiang Zhao, as a patient escort who seemed to have a good relationship with Qin Fengyue and might have a lower rejection reaction, waited outside the infirmary. When Qin Fengyue came out after finishing the test, she found the latter’s face was a kaleidoscope of colors.

Jiang Zhao’s brow twitched. Really that unlucky?

Another mistake?

“Is the test strip wrong?”

Qin Fengyue was hesitant, handing the phone to Jiang Zhao.

In the past hour, in the ‘Triple Alliance’ group:

After Qin Fengyue said she wanted pouch underwear, Qin Dong delivered the differentiation gift he promised.

——A Husky was lying on an operating table.

Its eyes were rolled back like a dead fish, its mouth wide open with half its tongue hanging out over the edge of the table. The silly dog’s saliva dripped all over the floor.

In another photo, on a tray next to the Husky, were two flesh-colored, oval-shaped unidentified objects.

When Qin Fengyue saw it, a series of cold breezes rose from her crotch, as if the one neutered wasn’t the dog, but her.

Jiang Zhao: “…”

Qin Fengyue: “My dad said if I go fool around after differentiating, Rose’s ‘today’ is my ‘tomorrow’.”

Jiang Zhao: “…”

Jiang Zhao coughed, suppressing a smile. “Your father knows you well.”

Qin Fengyue had no strength to argue. She looked down at herself and said: “Why do I always feel… the knife is in Rose, but the pain is in me.”

“Could it be that this is also a sign of ‘bamboo shoots breaking through the soil’?”

Jiang Zhao: “…”

Jiang Zhao almost lost it.