After Attending School A, I Differentiated into an Omega - Chapter 23.1

When Jiang Zhao knocked and entered, Qin Fengyue was unpacking the bags on her desk. The table was piled with underwear: red, white, pink, purple, lace-trimmed, fringed, strapped, and stringed.

Some were suited for young girls, while others leaned toward a more suggestive, alluring style.

Jiang Zhao pursed her lips and quickly relaxed them. Her foot, which had just stepped into the dorm, discreetly withdrew back behind the doorframe.

“Chen Fang asked me to check on your situation.”

Qin Fengyue was using two fingers to pinch one of the pairs of underwear. Hearing this, she shot a sideways glance at Jiang Zhao and said, “What are you doing standing at the door? Come in.”

Qin Fengyue pointed at the pile of underwear. “My mom sent them to me.”

Jiang Zhao looked over, seemingly indifferent, and asked, “Were you affected by the Alpha in heat?”

“I’m fine,” Qin Fengyue replied. “It’s been quite a while now; I’m recovered.”

“Want to sit for a bit?” Qin Fengyue asked.

“No,” Jiang Zhao said, twirling her pen and checking off the “Normal” box next to Qin Fengyue’s name on the roster. “Get some rest.”

The Alpha turned to leave, but Qin Fengyue called out to her.

A pair of amber eyes stared into Jiang Zhao’s eyes, which were as black as ink. “Why… why did you make that request earlier?”

Qin Fengyue’s heart felt as if it were being gripped and squeezed by an invisible hand.

Jiang Zhao looked at her and said frankly, “I don’t have any Omegas I’m close with who can cooperate with my treatment.”

“I just thought maybe you could help me.”

Qin Fengyue clenched her fists, her lips curving slightly. She looked calm and composed, but when she was nervous, she always made small gestures that were easy to see through. “What do you mean?”

Jiang Zhao said indifferently, “Don’t you know a lot of Omegas?”

She left it at that.

Qin Fengyue let out a huge sigh of relief. She smiled. “I thought… okay, that’s fine. That won’t be a problem.”

Jiang Zhao nodded and closed the roster. “Anything else?”

Qin Fengyue shook her head. “Are you going to other dorms?”

“No,” Jiang Zhao said. “I’m only responsible for our class. You’re the last one.”

“Classes won’t resume this morning. Don’t wander around the dorm; study hard,” Jiang Zhao raised her phone. “That’s what Chen Fang said.”

Qin Fengyue sat by the desk with her legs crossed, sweeping all the underwear into a basin under the desk. “That’s too boring.”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhao glanced at her. “Want to go out?”

Qin Fengyue stood up. “You too?”

“Mm.”

Running out one after the other by climbing the wall, Qin Fengyue stretched her limbs by the roadside, lazily remarking on how wonderful the air of freedom was.

Qin Fengyue looked at Jiang Zhao and asked, “Where are you going?”

“How about you?” Jiang Zhao asked back.

Qin Fengyue shrugged. “Internet cafe, skating rink, or skateboarding—anything works.”

Jiang Zhao nodded and suddenly said, “Internet cafe, skating rink, or skateboarding.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

“Just teasing you,” the Alpha suddenly smiled and started walking toward the bus stop.

Qin Fengyue stood there, watching her walk away, then hailed a taxi.

She sat in the back, and the driver turned around to ask kindly, “Where to, little girl?”

“City Hospital,” Qin Fengyue’s smile vanished. “No, actually, go to Yulin Hospital.”

The driver was puzzled. “Are you feeling unwell? Yulin is a private hospital—the doctors are hard to book and expensive.”

Qin Fengyue gazed at the flowing crowds outside the window and said softly, “It’s fine.”

“The weather doesn’t look too good today,” the driver chatted with her.

Qin Fengyue hummed and asked casually, “Will it rain?”

“Most likely. It’s almost the National Day holiday in October. Once the rainy season passes, autumn begins. The temperature difference has been huge lately; you Omegas should remember to take care of yourselves and try to avoid hospitals.”

Qin Fengyue twitched the corner of her mouth. “Driver, I’m an Alpha.”

“Ah?” The driver said in surprise, turning back to look closely at her. “Sorry, girl. My mistake.”

Qin Fengyue: “…It’s fine.”

The driver turned back, shaking his head and muttering to himself, still stealing glances at her through the rearview mirror. “Doesn’t look like it…”

A dull roll of thunder echoed in the sky. As the car drove from the east to the west of the city, the former was still breezy, but the latter was covered in dark clouds.

While Qin Fengyue was waiting her turn at the hospital, Bai Xue sent a message: [You’re not in the dorm?]

Qin Fengyue deliberately ignored the message, pretending she didn’t see it.

The next moment, another message arrived.

Bai Xue: [The Monitor came to bring breakfast and saw you weren’t there. It looks like she’s going to call Chen Fang.]

Qin Fengyue: […]

Bai Xue: [Did you go out?]

Qin Fengyue: [Yeah, cover for me.]

[How do I cover for you? Where did you go?]

“Number 023, please come in.”

Qin Fengyue clutched her ticket, put away her phone, and sent a few words to Bai Xue before entering the office.

[Just say I’m with Jiang Zhao.]

She sat down at the desk.

“Where are you feeling unwell?” the doctor asked.

Jiang Zhao was at the city wholesale market, weaving through the streets and alleys. She found a hidden spot, pulled aside the door curtain, and walked in. The vendor saw her and laughed. “Oh, haven’t seen you in a long time. What do you need this time?”

Jiang Zhao thought for a moment. “A medical record.”

The vendor was curious: “What illness?”

Jiang Zhao: “Pheromone Rejection Disorder.”

The vendor, who was holding hot tea, nearly choked. “What kind of illness is that? I’ve never heard of it.”

Jiang Zhao smiled and said, “A rare condition. It means an Alpha is intolerant of Omega pheromones.”

The vendor scratched his head. “An Alpha rejecting an Omega? Don’t you Alphas usually want to pounce the moment you see an Omega?”

Jiang Zhao didn’t want to elaborate. She pulled over a chair and motioned for the vendor to open the computer. “I’ll dictate, you type.”

The vendor was someone who had seen much in his time, but her demeanor made him itch with curiosity. “Tell me about it.”

Jiang Zhao pressed her fingers against her phone screen; a message flashed across it. She said coldly, “Don’t ask too much.”

She took her phone and went outside to take a call.

The vendor smacked his lips and poked his head out to ask, “Which hospital do you want it from?”

“The best one.”

The best? That would be Yulin, then—the most expensive hospital in the city.

Jiang Zhao found a quiet spot in the long alley and swiped her phone to answer: “Teacher Chen.”

Chen Fang’s voice came through the phone: “Jiang Zhao, where are you?”

Jiang Zhao: “I was too hungry after running the three thousand meters this morning and missed the cafeteria, so I came out to get a meal.”

Chen Fang hummed and asked tentatively, “Are you alone?”

Jiang Zhao lowered her eyelids slightly and bent down to pluck a leaf that had stuck to her pants. “Qin Fengyue is with me; she went to the restroom.”

“Where are you eating?”

The other side questioned her for a few more sentences, and Jiang Zhao handled it calmly. Chen Fang told them to come back quickly after eating. Leaving school without permission was a serious matter; Jiang Zhao had the privilege, but Qin Fengyue did not. She would likely have to write a three-thousand-word self-reflection once she returned.

Jiang Zhao chuckled, agreed, and hung up.

“Hey—you’re back. Is this format okay?”

Jiang Zhao lowered her head to type, sending a message to ask Qin Fengyue where she was.

She looked up and pointed at the medical details, making the counterfeiter revise them repeatedly.

The vendor was sweating, wiping his brow and complaining, “Are you trying to trick a supervisor, the school, or your parents? Why such a big production?”

A message with an address arrived on her phone. Jiang Zhao smiled and said, “Tricking an Omega.”

The vendor doubted his own ears: “…Tricking an Omega? Why are you doing this?”

Why? For what?

Why were there so many “whys”?

It was simply a habit of acting flawlessly, thinking ahead, and cutting off all avenues of retreat when calculating a move against someone.

The vendor asked, “Then how did you get this illness? Didn’t you say it was rare?”

Jiang Zhao looked down, the corners of her well-defined lips slowly curling upward.

“Alright, alright, I won’t ask. Let me ask something else?”

“Ask.”

The vendor had been in the fake ID business for decades. His business sense was sharp, and having seen all sorts of bizarre scandals, he had an intuition. “This thing you’re doing… it’s remarkably similar to the women who come here for fake pregnancy tests to climb into a rich second-generation’s family… Are you trying to use this to pretend to be an impotent Alpha to get close to an Omega?”

the slight smile on the Alpha’s face deepened, and the vendor got goosebumps.

“So calculating. Are you really a high schooler?”

Jiang Zhao corrected him, “Impotence is psychological, not physical. Don’t write nonsense and cause a misunderstanding.”

The vendor muttered, “How scandalous.”

“This report shows that you are indeed an Omega who has just finished differentiating.”

Qin Fengyue’s hand slipped, and her game character fell off a cliff to its death.

Qin Fengyue blinked. “I’ve been an Alpha for seventeen years, and you’re telling me I’m an Omega?”

The doctor waved the report in his hand. “I’m not the one saying it; your lab results are.”

Qin Fengyue sat dazed in the chair.

Seeing how young she looked, the doctor gave a comforting smile. “How did you realize something was wrong?”

“I had a dream during differentiation.”

“An erotic dream?”

Qin Fengyue’s face instantly turned red.

The doctor spread his hands. “Almost every Omega has a dream during differentiation. The person in the dream might be an Alpha they like, or just one they’ve seen recently. There’s no logic to it, but having such a dream is a physiological hint—a hint that your differentiation was successful or that you are in a state of sexual hunger.”

Qin Fengyue covered her face and rubbed her gland. “Is this how it is for Omegas as soon as they differentiate? Other Alphas get annoyed when they smell an Alpha’s scent, but me… one whiff and it’s like I’ve swallowed an aphrodisiac.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Omega differentiation is different from Alpha differentiation. Alphas need to develop new organs, a process that takes one or two months. But an Omega only needs to complete the maturation of the gonads. Usually, a successful Omega differentiation means she can be marked and can endure an Alpha’s… affection.”

“Red wine-scented pheromones?” The doctor looked at her report and suddenly laughed.

Qin Fengyue was displeased. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I just think if you ever encounter an Alpha who can’t hold their liquor, it might be very interesting.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

The doctor said, “You were an Alpha before, so you might not be able to shift your gender identity right away. Therefore, you must be extremely vigilant about the once-a-month heat period.”

Qin Fengyue was stunned, and her expression finally crumbled. She slowly broke down, burying her face in her hands, revealing only the redness of her ears. The Omega said gloomily, “I used to only think about screwing others; I never thought I’d be the one getting screwed one day.”

The doctor: “Pfft!”

The doctor burst into laughter.

Qin Fengyue: “I still can’t accept it.”

The doctor smiled. “Being an Omega isn’t bad. You’ll become more beautiful after differentiation, and you can find an excellent Alpha to protect you.”

Qin Fengyue: “I’m already beautiful enough.”

“…”

When Jiang Zhao knocked and entered, Qin Fengyue was unpacking bags on her desk. The desk was piled high with a collection of red, white, pink, purple, lace-trimmed, embroidered, lace-up, and string underwear.

Some were suited for a young girl, while others belonged to a more sensuous, mature style.

Jiang Zhao pursed her lips for a split second before relaxing them. The foot she had stepped into the dormitory with subtly retracted back outside the doorframe.

“Chen Fang asked me to come check on your situation.”

Qin Fengyue was currently pinching one of the pairs of underwear between two fingers. Hearing this, she slanted a glance at Jiang Zhao and said, “What are you standing at the door for? Come in.”

Qin Fengyue pointed at the pile of underwear in front of her. “My mom sent them.”

Jiang Zhao looked at them, seemingly indifferent. “Were you affected by the Alpha in his susceptible period earlier?”

“I’m okay,” Qin Fengyue replied. “It’s been a while; I’m better now.”

“Want to sit for a bit?” Qin Fengyue asked.

“No,” Jiang Zhao said, twirling her pen as she marked a check in the “normal status” column of the roster. “Make sure you get some rest.”

The Alpha turned to leave, but Qin Fengyue called her back.

A pair of amber eyes gazed into the Alpha’s eyes, which were as black as ink. “You… why did you make that request just now?”

Qin Fengyue’s heart felt as if it were being squeezed tight by an invisible hand.

Jiang Zhao looked at her and stated frankly, “I don’t have any close Omegas who can cooperate with my treatment.”

“I just felt that perhaps you could help me.”

Qin Fengyue clenched her fists, her lips curving slightly. She looked composed, but when nervous, she always made small movements that were easily seen through. “What do you mean?”

Jiang Zhao said calmly, “Don’t you know a lot of Omegas?”

She left it at that.

Qin Fengyue let out a massive sigh of relief. She smiled. “I thought… fine, that’s no problem at all.”

Jiang Zhao nodded and closed the roster. “Anything else?”

Qin Fengyue shook her head. “Do you have to go to other dorms?”

“No,” Jiang Zhao said. “I’m only responsible for our class. You were the last one.”

“Classes won’t resume this morning. Don’t wander around the dorm; review your lessons well,” Jiang Zhao held up her phone. “That’s from Chen Fang.”

Qin Fengyue sat by the desk with her feet up, sweeping all the underwear into a basin under the table. “That’s too boring.”

Unexpectedly, Jiang Zhao glanced at her. “Going out?”

Qin Fengyue stood up. “Are you?”

“Mm.”

Running out one after the other by climbing the wall, Qin Fengyue stretched her limbs by the roadside, lazily sighing that the air of freedom felt wonderful.

Qin Fengyue looked at Jiang Zhao and asked, “Where are you going?”

“And you?” Jiang Zhao asked back.

Qin Fengyue shrugged. “The internet cafe, the skating rink, or skateboarding—any of those is fine.”

Jiang Zhao nodded and suddenly said, “Internet cafe, skating rink, or skateboarding.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

“Just kidding,” the Alpha suddenly smiled and started walking toward the bus stop.

Qin Fengyue stood there watching her walk away, then hailed a taxi.

She sat in the back. The taxi driver turned around and asked warmly, “Where to, little girl?”

“The City Hospital,” Qin Fengyue’s smile vanished. “No, actually, let’s go to Yulin Hospital.”

The driver was puzzled. “Not feeling well? Yulin is a private hospital; the doctors are hard to book and expensive.”

Qin Fengyue watched the flowing crowd outside the window and said softly, “It’s nothing.”

“The weather doesn’t look great today,” the driver chatted with her.

Qin Fengyue gave a hum and asked casually, “Is it going to rain?”

“Probably. National Day in October is almost here. Once the rainy season passes, it’ll be autumn. The temperature has been fluctuating lately. You Omegas should take care of your health; try to avoid the hospital if you can.”

Qin Fengyue’s lips twitched. “Master, I’m an Alpha.”

“Ah?” the driver said in surprise, turning back to look closely at her. “My apologies, girl. My eyes failed me.”

Qin Fengyue: “…It’s fine.”

The driver turned back, shaking his head and muttering to himself, while peeking at her through the rearview mirror. “Doesn’t look like it…”

A muffled roll of thunder rolled across the sky. As the car drove from the east to the west of the city, the east had a light breeze, but the west was covered in dark clouds.

Qin Fengyue stood in line at the hospital. A message from Bai Xue arrived: [You’re not in the dorm?]

Qin Fengyue consciously ignored the message, pretending she didn’t see it.

A moment later, a new message arrived.

Bai Xue: [The class monitor came to bring breakfast and saw you weren’t there. It looks like she’s going to call Chen Fang.]

Qin Fengyue: […]

Bai Xue: [Did you go out?]

Qin Fengyue: [Mm. Help me cover for it.]

[How do I cover it? Where did you go?]

“Number 023, please enter.”

Qin Fengyue gripped her number slip. Before putting her phone away and entering the office, she sent a few words to Bai Xue.

[Just say I’m with Jiang Zhao.]

She sat down at the desk.

“Where are you feeling uncomfortable?” the doctor asked.

In the city’s wholesale market, Jiang Zhao navigated the narrow alleys. Finding a hidden spot, she pulled back a curtain and walked in. A merchant saw her and laughed, “Yo, haven’t seen you in a while. What are we doing this time?”

Jiang Zhao pondered for a moment. “A medical record.”

The merchant was curious. “What illness?”

Jiang Zhao: “Pheromone Rejection Disorder.”

The merchant, holding a cup of hot tea, nearly choked. “What kind of disease is that? I’ve never heard of it.”

Jiang Zhao smiled and said, “A rare condition. It means an Alpha is intolerant to Omega pheromones.”

The merchant scratched his head. “An Alpha rejecting Omegas? Don’t you Alphas usually want to pounce the second you see an Omega?”

Jiang Zhao didn’t want to elaborate. She pulled over a chair and signaled the merchant to open the computer. “Write exactly what I tell you.”

The merchant, who had seen his share of trouble, was dying of curiosity. “Come on, tell me.”

Jiang Zhao’s fingers rested on her phone screen; a message flashed across. She said coldly, “Don’t ask too much.”

She took her phone out to take a call.

The merchant smacked his lips and shouted, “Which hospital do you want?”

“The best one.”

The best? That would be Yulin, then—the most expensive hospital in the city.

Jiang Zhao found a quiet spot in the long, messy alley, swiped her phone, and called “Teacher Chen.”

Chen Fang’s voice came through the line: “Jiang Zhao? Where are you?”

Jiang Zhao: “I ran three thousand meters this morning and was too hungry. I missed the cafeteria, so I came out to eat.”

Chen Fang gave an “oh” and asked tentatively, “Are you alone?”

Jiang Zhao lowered her eyelids slightly, leaning down to pluck a leaf that had stuck to her pants. “Qin Fengyue is with me. She went to the restroom.”

“Where are you eating?”

After answering a few more questions, Jiang Zhao handled it calmly. Chen Fang told them to come back quickly after eating, saying leaving school without permission was a serious matter. Jiang Zhao had the privilege, but Qin Fengyue didn’t; she’d likely face a three-thousand-word self-reflection once they returned.

Jiang Zhao laughed softly, agreed, and hung up.

“Hey—you’re back. Is this version okay?”

Jiang Zhao looked down at her keyboard and sent a message asking Qin Fengyue where she was.

She looked up and pointed at the medical details, making the forger change them repeatedly.

The merchant broke into a sweat, wiping his brow and grumbling, “Are you trying to trick a boss, the school, or your parents? Why all the effort?”

A message with an address arrived on her phone. Jiang Zhao smiled and said, “Tricking an Omega.”

The merchant doubted his ears. “…Tricking an Omega? Why are you doing that?”

Why? Why indeed?

There weren’t always so many “whys.”

It was simply a habit of doing things meticulously, considering all possibilities, and cutting off someone’s escape route when plotting against them.

The merchant asked, “So how did you get this disease? Isn’t it a rare condition?”

Jiang Zhao lowered her eyes, the corners of her well-defined lips slowly curling up.

“Fine, fine, I won’t ask. Can I ask something else?”

“Ask.”

The merchant, having been in the fake ID business for decades, had a sharp sense for business and had seen all sorts of bizarre scandals. He had an intuition. “This thing you’re doing… it feels very similar to those women who come here for fake pregnancy tests to trap rich heirs… Are you trying to use this to pretend to be an impotent Alpha to get close to an Omega?”

The slight smile on the Alpha’s face deepened, giving the merchant goosebumps.

“So calculating. Are you really just a high schooler?”

Jiang Zhao corrected him, “The impotence is psychological, not physical. Don’t write it incorrectly and cause a misunderstanding.”

The merchant muttered, “So flirtatious.”

“This report shows that you are indeed an Omega who has just finished differentiation.”

Qin Fengyue’s hand slipped, and her game character fell off a cliff and died in the game.

Qin Fengyue blinked. “I’ve been an Alpha for seventeen years, and you’re telling me I’m an Omega?”

The doctor waved the report in his hand. “I’m not saying it; your test results are.”

Qin Fengyue sat blankly in the chair.

The doctor saw she looked young and gave a comforting smile. “How did you find out something was wrong?”

“I had a dream during differentiation.”

“An erotic dream?”

Qin Fengyue’s face turned red instantly.

The doctor spread his hands. “Almost every Omega has dreams during differentiation. The object in the dream could be an Alpha they like, or even an Alpha they’ve seen recently. There’s no logic to it, but having such a dream is a physiological hint—a hint that you’ve successfully differentiated or are in a state of ‘thirst’.”

Qin Fengyue covered her face and rubbed her gland. “Is it always like this when an Omega differentiates? Other Alphas look annoyed when they smell an Alpha’s scent, but me… just a whiff feels like I’ve swallowed an aphrodisiac.”

The doctor raised an eyebrow. “Omega differentiation is different from Alpha differentiation. Alphas need to develop new organs, a process that takes one or two months. But an Omega only needs to complete the maturation of the gonads. Usually, a successful Omega differentiation means she can be marked and can endure an Alpha’s… affection.”

“Red wine scented pheromones?” The doctor suddenly laughed while looking at her report.

Qin Fengyue was displeased. “What’s so funny?”

“Nothing, I just think it would be very interesting if you met an Alpha who can’t handle their liquor.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

The doctor said, “You were an Alpha before, so you might not be able to adjust your gender identity right away. You must be very alert to the monthly heat period.”

Qin Fengyue froze, and finally, her expression crumbled. She broke down, burying her face in her hands, revealing only the red of her ears. The Omega said muffledly, “I used to only think about doing others; I never thought I’d be the one getting done.”

The doctor: “Pfft!”

The doctor laughed out loud.

Qin Fengyue: “I still can’t accept it.”

The doctor smiled. “Being an Omega isn’t bad. You’ll become more beautiful after differentiation, and you can find an excellent Alpha to protect you.”

Qin Fengyue: “I’m already beautiful enough.”

“…”