After Attending School A, I Differentiated into an Omega - Chapter 20.1

Before entering the isolation room, Qin Fengyue was stopped by the school doctor.

“What’s wrong?”

“Sign this.” The school doctor handed Qin Fengyue a form in duplicate—one copy for the school archives and one for her to keep.

“School Liability Waiver… if differentiation fails, the student will bear all responsibilities.” Qin Fengyue sniffed and pointed to the back of her neck. “Can this thing really fail to differentiate?”

Jiang Zhao stood by the side. “The success rate is ninety-nine percent.”

“That one percent…”

The school doctor urged, “Hurry up. In all my time practicing, I’ve never seen a differentiation fail.”

Every person who successfully differentiated felt indifferent toward these two pages of waivers, but before signing, almost half would curiously ask: what if it fails? What are the consequences?

Qin Fengyue was no exception. “What if?”

The school doctor, practiced in this, said, “There are very few ‘what ifs,’ so don’t worry.”

“You said very few, not none.”

“…In all my years, I haven’t seen a single person fail.”

Qin Fengyue stopped torturing the doctor and signed her name with a flourish.

Handing the paper to the doctor, Qin Fengyue looked around wistfully several times. “I’m going in.”

Jiang Zhao: “…What are you mourning? Just go in.”

Qin Fengyue looked at her and said, “What do you know? Once I go in and come back out, I’ll be different. Of course I have to cherish the present and those around me!”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhao’s expression softened inexplicably. She was about to say something, but in the next second, Qin Fengyue’s phone rang.

“Mommy!”

Good grief, her voice jumped an octave. “Mommy”?!

“You finally called me! I’ve been lingering at the door of the isolation room for ages waiting for you!”

Jiang Zhao’s face darkened visibly.

After acting spoiled and getting a promise from Fang Yi to buy her the pocketed underwear, Qin Fengyue was finally ready to enter.

The school doctor said, “The time it takes varies. Everything you need is inside—food, drinks, things to do. Sleep when you’re tired. When you wake up, it’ll be over.”

Jiang Zhao said with a sour face, “I wish you a successful differentiation.”

Qin Fengyue lingered. “With that look on your face, it’s obvious you’re being sarcastic.”

Jiang Zhao raised an eyebrow. “Then what do you want?”

Qin Fengyue: “I want a sincere blessing.”

The school doctor: “…”

Jiang Zhao was enveloped in a faint low-pressure aura. Her mischievous side was stirring, as if spinning out of control. “Last year and the year before that, only one person in School A failed to differentiate. Because it was so rare and bizarre, the whole school watched them leave when they dropped out.”

Qin Fengyue let out an “Ah.”

Jiang Zhao: “Oh, and they cried as they left.”

Qin Fengyue: “That embarrassing?”

“Didn’t you say you’d never seen a failure?” Qin Fengyue turned to the school doctor.

The doctor adjusted their glasses calmly. “I only officially started this year.”

Qin Fengyue: “…………”

At that moment, a kid was standing outside the neighboring isolation room. Likely a freshman, he was clutching the doorframe while being pushed inside by a teacher.

Perhaps having heard Jiang Zhao, the kid refused to let go of the door and started sobbing.

The teacher cast a resentful look at the group.

“Jiang Zhao, why are you scaring the kid?” the school doctor grumbled.

Qin Fengyue proactively excluded herself. “I’m not a kid.”

Jiang Zhao curled her lips lazily. “You’ve been lingering at the door for ages. You think you’re better than him?”

She gestured toward the boy. He was startled by the threat and then felt belittled; his tears began to fall.

Qin Fengyue: “…”

“Sigh—” Qin Fengyue suddenly leaned in, lowering her voice provocatively. “You’re so tough. When I get out, shall we compare?”

Jiang Zhao said calmly, “Compare what? Size?”

The school doctor: “…”

Qin Fengyue touched her temple and said flamboyantly, “Compare who is the Alpha and who is the Omega in the relationship. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the forums!”

Wasn’t this just asking for trouble?

Jiang Zhao said with a fake smile, “…I sincerely bless you.”

Qin Fengyue rubbed her arms, chilled by that smile. “I’m going in then.”

The isolation room door closed in front of her.

The school doctor checked the lock and looked at Jiang Zhao half-jokingly. “Finally went in peacefully.”

Jiang Zhao smiled faintly. “She likes to act spoiled with those she’s close to.”

The school doctor: “I can tell. Calling ‘Mommy’? Almost made a tiny spark of maternal instinct sprout in me.”

Jiang Zhao said goodbye to the doctor expressionlessly. “I’m leaving.”

The school doctor was baffled. “Why the sudden change in mood?”

The isolation room was different from what Qin Fengyue imagined. She had fantasized about this countless times. Since a new organ was appearing, she assumed there would be pain and agony. To avoid self-harm, she had imagined scenes of being tied up or strapped to an electric chair.

She had scared herself so much that she Googled it, only to find that most people just finish the process by waking up from a nap.

Hospital isolation rooms were small soundproof cubicles, but School A’s rooms were beautiful and personalized.

The room was large, likely intended for female Alphas, designed as a one-bedroom apartment. The style was a cool Western aesthetic with thoughtful little touches.

A bunch of fresh flowers on the table, and an exquisite fruit platter.

From the balcony, one could overlook the entire scenery of School A.

There was a bathroom with a tub, a cozy bedroom, and a kitchen—though the stove was off-limits. The fridge was stocked with food and drinks. Lunch and dinner were placed in thermal containers.

There were game consoles, movies, and a TV with no time limits.

Qin Fengyue checked the game discs—they even had the latest releases!

She completely forgot her anxiety and nervousness.

She played games until noon and gradually felt sleepy after lunch.

She took a thorough shower, then took a photo of the hyacinths on the table to post on her WeChat Moments. The doctor stopped by midway, reminding her through the door to use her phone less and take a nap.

So, Qin Fengyue captioned her post with “Do Not Disturb” and climbed into bed with a yawn.

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Class 2 was running late today. The tradition of seniors getting to leave three minutes early for lunch was ruthlessly revoked.

Class 2 lost the battle for the cafeteria against the growing freshmen and sophomores. By the time they finally got a hot meal, the crowd had thinned out.

Jiang Da, who usually ate like he was at war, was unusually quiet.

Holding his phone, Jiang Da finally suppressed the urge to chat with Qin Fengyue after several glares from Bai Xue.

Bai Xue warned him with her chopsticks, “If you ruin her differentiation, I won’t let you off!”

Jiang Da: “…It’s just differentiation. We’ve all been through it. What’s wrong with a little chat?”

“Right? My goddess?” Jiang Da sought an ally. “Jiang Zhao, come back to earth.”

Bai Xue turned her head.

Jiang Zhao was holding her phone, her thumb switching between the chat interface and Moments. She looked distracted.

One thing was certain: Jiang Zhao was in a bad mood.

Jiang Zhao usually maintained a slight smile for teachers and friends, making people feel like a spring breeze.

But once you got to know her, you realized it was a polite mask. Now, she didn’t even bother with the mask, though she rarely looked this sullen and silent.

Bai Xue recalled that Jiang Zhao hadn’t been very happy since returning from the infirmary.

Jiang Zhao put down her phone, her emotions hidden beneath her long lashes.

Bai Xue checked her Moments and found the answer.

Just now, Qin Fengyue had posted an update.

The caption was only three words: “Do Not Disturb.”

Aside from changing her username frequently, Qin Fengyue rarely posted updates.

Bai Xue looked up the language of white hyacinths; it symbolized clean, pure love.

Because her posts were rare, several comments had already accumulated.

Jiang Da: Oho~

Sports Rep: Oho~~

Class Monitor: Oho~~~

Yao Ting: Congratulations.

Bai Xue liked the post and commented: “Mourning my soon-to-be-gone ship, waaaaah.”

After seeing a string of ellipses, she remembered her reason for checking the phone.

Bai Xue wanted to see if Jiang Zhao had been waiting for a message. She leaned over, but the seat next to her was already empty.

Bai Xue: “…”

Jiang Da was shoveling food. “What are you looking at?”

Bai Xue looked at him with disgust. “How can you eat so much?”

Jiang Da was caught in the crossfire.

Bai Xue sighed and started browsing the forums.

Sure enough, the picture from Qin Fengyue’s Moments had been screenshotted and posted. An insider claimed Qin Fengyue was missing class, and a doctor said a senior was in the isolation room.

To everyone’s knowledge, there were only a few seniors left who hadn’t differentiated.

The situation was self-explanatory.

Fans of the “Jiang-Yue” and “Yue-Jiang” ships were crying “Doomsday.” The forum was filled with mourning for the end of the ships.

One trending post was titled: “Every Alpha-Alpha couple reaches their end on differentiation day.”

Bai Xue: “…”

Jiang Zhao didn’t eat much and didn’t sleep well during the nap break. Her mother, An Su, had returned from a trip and called her.

“Mom.”

“What is it?”

An Su was taken aback. Having raised her daughter for eighteen years, she had intuition. She asked jokingly, “What’s wrong? You sound cold. Bad mood?”

Jiang Zhao: “No.”

“You denied it so fast, and you say no?”

Jiang Zhao pursed her lips into a straight line. She was standing in the hallway outside Class 2, radiating a cold aura.

The Sports Rep came around the corner of the stairs happily. The moment he turned, he felt like he hit an invisible wall and recoiled!

“Holy s—! Who’s the jerk releasing pheromones like that!”

As soon as he finished cursing, he saw Jiang Zhao standing at the front door, lifting her thin eyelids.

“Holy— no, no! Brother Jiang! Sister Jiang! I wasn’t cursing at you!”

The Sports Rep nearly bowed to the floor, backing away from the stairs all the way to the floor below.

Before entering the isolation room, Qin Fengyue was stopped by the school doctor.

“What is it?”

“Sign this.” The doctor handed her a piece of paper in duplicate; one copy for the school archives and one for her to keep.

“School Liability Waiver… If differentiation fails, the student will bear all responsibility.” Qin Fengyue sniffed and pointed to her nape. “Can this thing actually fail?”

Jiang Zhao stood by her side. “Success rate is 99%.”

“And that 1%…”

The doctor urged: “Hurry up. In all my time practicing, I’ve never seen a failed differentiation.”

Every veteran who had successfully differentiated felt indifferent toward these two pages of waivers, but before signing, nearly half of them would ask out of curiosity: what happens if it fails?

Qin Fengyue was no exception. “What if?”

The doctor, practiced and fluent, said: “There are rarely ‘what ifs,’ so don’t worry.”

“You said ‘rarely,’ which means it’s not impossible.”

“…In all my years, I’ve never seen anyone fail.”

Qin Fengyue stopped torturing the doctor and scrawled her name.

Handing the paper to the teacher, Qin Fengyue looked around wistfully several times. “I’m going in.”

Jiang Zhao: “…What are you mourning? Get in there.”

Qin Fengyue looked at her and said, “What do you know? Once I go in and come back out, I’ll be different. Of course I have to cherish the ‘now’ and the people around me!”

Hearing this, Jiang Zhao’s expression softened inexplicably for a moment. She was about to say something, but in the next second, Qin Fengyue’s phone rang.

“Maaa-ma!”

Good grief, her voice jumped an entire octave. And “Mama”?!

“You finally called me! I’ve been lingering at the door of the isolation room forever waiting for you!”

Jiang Zhao’s expression darkened visibly.

After acting spoiled and getting a promise from Fang Yi to buy her the pouch-style underwear, Qin Fengyue finally felt relieved enough to enter the room.

The doctor said: “The duration varies. Everything you need is inside. Eat, drink, play. Sleep when you’re tired. When you wake up, it’ll be over, okay?”

Jiang Zhao, with a sour face: “I wish you a successful differentiation.”

Qin Fengyue dawdled: “With that look on your face, you’re clearly saying the opposite.”

Jiang Zhao raised an eyebrow. “Then what do you want?”

Qin Fengyue: “A sincere blessing.”

The doctor: “…”

Jiang Zhao was shrouded in a faint low-pressure aura. Her malicious streak was restless, as if slipping out of control. “Last year, and in the two years before that, there was only one person in Alpha High who failed differentiation. Because it was so rare and bizarre, they were watched by the entire school when they dropped out.”

Qin Fengyue let out an ‘Ah’.

Jiang Zhao: “Oh, and they cried as they left.”

Qin Fengyue: “That embarrassing?”

“Didn’t you say you’d never seen a failed differentiation?” Qin Fengyue turned to the doctor.

The doctor adjusted his glasses calmly. “I only officially started the job this year.”

Qin Fengyue: “…………”

At that moment, a kid was standing outside the neighboring isolation room—likely a freshman. He was clinging to the doorframe while a teacher tried to herd him inside.

Perhaps having heard what Jiang Zhao said, the kid stayed glued to the spot, sobbing as if he were about to wail.

The teacher cast a resentful look toward the group.

“Jiang Zhao, why are you scaring the kid?” the doctor grumbled.

Qin Fengyue took the initiative to remove herself from the ‘kid’ category. “I’m not, I’m not little.”

Jiang Zhao curled her lips lazily. “You’ve been dawdling at the door for ages. Do you think you’re any better than him?”

She pointed her chin toward the other side. The kid, having been scared and then insulted, burst into a fresh stream of tears.

Qin Fengyue: “…”

“Hey—” Qin Fengyue suddenly leaned in, lowering her voice provocatively. “Since you’re so tough, how about we compare when I get out?”

Jiang Zhao said flatly: “Compare what? Size?”

The doctor: “…”

Qin Fengyue touched her temple and said flashily, “Compare who’s the Top and who’s the Bottom. Don’t tell me you haven’t seen the forum!”

Was she asking for a beating?

Jiang Zhao said with a fake smile: “…I sincerely bless you.”

Qin Fengyue, chilled by the smile, rubbed her arms. “I’m going in then.”

The isolation room door closed in front of her.

The doctor checked the lock and looked at Jiang Zhao teasingly. “She finally went in peacefully.”

Jiang Zhao smiled faintly: “She just likes to act spoiled with people she’s close to.”

The doctor: “I saw. Even calling for ‘Mama’? It almost made a needle-sized amount of maternal instinct bloom in me.”

Jiang Zhao bid the doctor farewell expressionlessly. “I’m leaving now.”

The doctor was baffled: “She changes her face so fast?”

The isolation room was a bit different from what Qin Fengyue had imagined. She had fantasized about the scene countless times—after all, it was a new organ growing, so it had to be painful and unbearable. To avoid self-harm, she had pictured scenarios of being tied hand and foot or strapped to an electric chair.

Having scared herself with too much imagination, she did a trembling Baidu search only to find that for most people, it’s finished by the time they wake from a nap.

Hospital isolation rooms were small cubicles for containing pheromones, but Alpha High’s rooms were beautiful and personalized.

The room was large, likely designed for female Alphas. It was a one-bedroom, one-living room suite. The style was Western and cool, but not without thoughtful little decorations.

There was a bunch of fresh flowers on the table, and exquisitely plated fruit in the bowl.

From the balcony, one could overlook the entire scenery of Alpha High.

Bathroom, bathtub, a cozy bedroom, and a kitchen—though the stove couldn’t be used. The fridge was stocked with everything to eat and drink. Lunch and dinner were placed in thermal containers.

Game consoles, movies, TV—there were no limits on entertainment time.

Qin Fengyue flipped through the game discs and found even the latest releases!

She completely forgot her anxiety and nervousness about the differentiation.

She played on the computer until noon. It was only after eating lunch that she gradually felt a food coma setting in.

She went to the bathroom to take a thorough shower, then took a photo of the small cluster of hyacinths on the round table to post on her Moments. The doctor stopped by midway, reminding her through the door to play on her phone less and catch some sleep at noon.

So Qin Fengyue captioned her post with “Do Not Disturb,” yawned, and climbed into bed.

The Cafeteria

Class 2 ran late today. For the last class before lunch, the tradition of seniors being allowed to leave three minutes early was ruthlessly revoked.

Class 2 lost the battle for the cafeteria against the “animals” from the freshman and sophomore years. By the time they finally got a hot meal, the people at the service windows were sparse. They had to hurry back to catch a nap.

But Jiang Da, who usually ate as if he were at war, was exceptionally quiet.

Jiang Da held his phone, and under Bai Xue’s repeated glares, he finally suppressed the urge to chat with Qin Fengyue.

Bai Xue brandished her chopsticks as a warning. “If you ruin Moon’s differentiation, I won’t let you off!”

Jiang Da: “…It’s just differentiation, everyone goes through it. How would chatting hurt?”

“Right? My God?” Jiang Da sought an ally. “Zhao-ge, snap out of it.”

Bai Xue turned her head.

Jiang Zhao was clutching her phone, her thumb switching back and forth between the WeChat chat and Moments to refresh them. She looked absent-minded, yet also as if nothing were happening.

The only thing certain was that Jiang Zhao was in a bad mood.

Jiang Zhao was generally close with teachers and friends, usually wearing a slight smile for everyone. When she smiled, it gave people a feeling of a spring breeze.

But once you got to know her, you’d find it was a fake smile. At that point, she usually didn’t even bother to pretend. However, it was rare for her to look sour and remain silent.

Bai Xue thought back; it seemed Jiang Zhao hadn’t been very happy since returning from the infirmary today.

Jiang Zhao put down her phone, her emotions hidden beneath her long lashes.

Bai Xue picked up her phone to scroll through Moments and quickly found the answer.

Just now, Qin Fengyue had updated her status.

The caption was only three words: 【Do Not Disturb.】

Besides changing her nickname frequently, Qin Fengyue rarely posted on Moments.

Bai Xue looked up the floral language of white hyacinths: it meant pure and clean love.

Because Qin Fengyue’s updates were rare, several comments had already accumulated.

Jiang Da: Oh ho~

Sports Rep: Oh ho~~

Monitor: Oh ho~~~

Yao Ting: Congratulations.

Bai Xue liked and commented: 【Mourning the death of my CP, sob sob.】

After receiving a string of ellipses in response, she remembered why she was scrolling.

Bai Xue wanted to know if Jiang Zhao had been waiting for a message. She turned her head, but the seat next to her was already empty.

Bai Xue: “…”

Jiang Da was shoveling food frantically: “What are you looking at?”

Bai Xue looked at Jiang Da with disgust. “How can you eat so much?”

Jiang Da was caught in the crossfire.

Bai Xue sighed and started scrolling the forum.

Sure enough, the photo from Qin Fengyue’s Moments had already been screenshotted and posted. An insider claimed Qin Fengyue wasn’t in class today, and the teacher at the infirmary said a senior was in the isolation room waiting to differentiate.

As far as everyone knew, there were only a handful of seniors who hadn’t differentiated yet.

The situation was self-explanatory.

The “Moon over the River” fans and “River over the Moon” fans were all crying “doomsday.” The forum was a sea of grief, full of “CP is over” and “shippers are dead.”

One thread had high heat, titled: 【Every AA couple will reach their end on the day of differentiation.】

Bai Xue: “…”

Jiang Zhao didn’t eat much for lunch and didn’t sleep much during the break. Last weekend An Su had gone back to the Jiang house, and she called Jiang Zhao just as she returned today.

“Mom.”

“What is it?”

An Su was stunned on the other end. Having raised her daughter for eighteen years, she had some intuition. She asked teasingly, “What’s wrong? Your voice is so cold. In a bad mood?”

Jiang Zhao: “No.”

“Denying it so fast? And you still say ‘no’?”

Jiang Zhao pursed her lips into a thin line. She was standing in the corridor outside the Class 2 classroom, radiating a cold aura.

The Sports Rep came around the corner of the stairs happily. The moment he turned, he felt as if he had slammed into an invisible wall, and he tilted backward!

“Crap! Who the hell is so inconsiderate, leaking pheromones everywhere!”

As soon as he finished cursing, he saw Jiang Zhao standing by the front door, lifting her thin eyelids.

“Crap—No, no, Sister Jiang! I really wasn’t cursing at you!”