After Attending School A, I Differentiated into an Omega - Chapter 7

The Spokesperson, Jiang Zhao: “Exam rules are the same as usual: after the exam, you can choose your own seats. The next time we adjust seating will be after the monthly exams. If anyone wants to change seats,” Jiang Zhao’s gaze landed on Qin Fengyue.

“You can try.”

Jiang Zhao added: “To prevent cheating, exam numbers will be posted tomorrow morning. Everyone remember to come early and find your examination room according to your number.”

Spokesperson Jiang returned to her seat. Qin Fengyue leaned over to ask Bai Xue: “Is Jiang Zhao’s academic performance very good?”

Bai Xue: “Yeah, stable top three.”

Qin Fengyue: “Do you have the ranking list? Let me see.”

After studying the Alpha High grade rankings, Qin Fengyue realized Jiang Zhao was indeed a top-tier student, but not unbeatable.

Qin Fengyue relaxed and leaned back in her chair. Her competitive streak was flaring up; she wanted to surpass Jiang Zhao in everything she did.

Bai Xue was busy spraying suppressants with a psst-psst sound. Once finished, she politely asked Qin Fengyue if she needed any.

Qin Fengyue refused.

Bai Xue was surprised: “You’re really impressive. Your willpower is so good; I haven’t seen you use suppressants or scent blockers all day.”

Qin Fengyue gave an “mm.” That’s because I haven’t differentiated yet, my resistance is high.

Bai Xue said: “The only other person I know with such badass willpower—”

“Jiang Zhao?” Qin Fengyue interrupted, providing the answer.

Bai Xue nodded immediately. “Nowadays, spraying suppressants and blockers is as common as eating or sleeping. But for two years!”

Bai Xue held up two fingers. “For two years! Even during sports meets or P.E. class—those big scenes where Alphas gather, the smell of pheromones is sky-high, and Alphas are so irritable they’re ready to fight at any moment—even when everyone else is frantically spraying suppressants to cope, Jiang Zhao doesn’t! Even! Bat! An! Eye!”

Qin Fengyue: “…Are you a Jiang-fangirl?”

Bai Xue froze, then sheepishly admitted it.

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Qin Fengyue suddenly understood that Jiang Zhao’s status and prestige in Class 2 were perhaps equal to her own popularity back at United Middle School.

Is her willpower really that strong?

Qin Fengyue herself never lost control due to Omega pheromones either.

Normally, an undifferentiated Alpha still secretes and receives pheromones. When in contact with an Omega, everything happens as it should except for the ability to have sex or form a “bond.” Yet Qin Fengyue remained unmoved, which was one of the reasons she could flirt with countless girls but feel powerless in actual romance.

The gossip explanation was that if an Alpha’s pheromone grade is too high, their requirements for a compatible Omega become higher; ordinary Omegas simply can’t spark their “interest.”

However, a grade mismatch doesn’t mean people aren’t suited to be together. Those with lower pheromone grades are easily influenced by higher ones—for example, an Alpha is easily affected by a high-grade Omega, and a low-grade Omega will subconsciously seek intimacy from a high-grade Alpha.

When a mismatched pair stays together, it usually results in different frequencies of sexual desire, often leading to more cases of “induced heat.”

But when a high-grade Alpha and Omega are together…

It’s mutual attraction. Likely the kind where one glance is enough to end up in bed together.

Of course, this theory lacked credibility. Academia had never explicitly stated that this rhetoric aligned with Alpha-Omega compatibility.

Overemphasizing grades was detrimental to social harmony. Furthermore, even for Alphas and Omegas, humanity rises above instinct; everyone is equal. In recent years, marriages between A/O and Betas have become common.

Besides, most people guarded their pheromone grade as a private matter, much like an Omega’s chest size or an Alpha’s “package”—they aren’t easily shown. Only a minority enjoyed comparing sizes.

As a new transfer student, Qin Fengyue didn’t have to rush to finish homework. Amidst the army of students frantically catching up on summer assignments, she spent her time playing on her phone or sleeping, attracting a significant amount of “aggro” by being so idle.

To maintain good relationships with her classmates, Qin Fengyue left the classroom for her third trip to the restroom that night.

The restrooms at Alpha High were only divided into Male Alpha and Female Alpha. The Female Alpha restroom also had urinals. Qin Fengyue habitually chose a stall. When she came out, a familiar figure appeared at the urinals.

“Yo.” She was quick-mouthed, subconsciously thinking she was still back at United Middle School where she had friends everywhere. She was used to greeting everyone she recognized.

The moment the word left her mouth, Qin Fengyue regretted it.

Sure enough, Jiang Zhao turned her head. Seeing it was her, she raised an eyebrow slightly. “Yo.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Her “yo” was a greeting. Why did Jiang Zhao’s “yo” seem to contain three parts mockery no matter how she looked at it?

Qin Fengyue’s “anger pool” filled with a bit of irritation. She and Jiang Zhao stood side-by-side at the sinks to wash their hands.

Jiang Zhao acted as if she had developed OCD; she applied soap and meticulously scrubbed the backs and palms of her hands, not missing even the gaps between her fingers.

Qin Fengyue wouldn’t be outdone; she stood right next to her, determined to compete even in hand-washing.

“Heh.” Low and slow, the voice was mature and husky. The short laugh felt like a landmine exploding in her ear.

Qin Fengyue, hands covered in snow-white foam, immediately protested: “What are you laughing at!”

Jiang Zhao was almost two different people in public versus private. She was respectful to teachers, friendly to classmates, and kind to colleagues—but toward “Scum Qin,” her malicious streak was restless and quite shameless.

“What am I laughing at?” Jiang Zhao countered. “What do you think?”

Great, another laugh.

Qin Fengyue snorted, her anger pool now half full. She peeked at Jiang Zhao’s hands.

Jiang Zhao’s fingers were incredibly long. Beneath the cold-white skin, blue veins were visible. Her hands, covered in white foam, were held under the tap, being washed clean by the gurgling water.

Qin Fengyue stopped imitating her and finished washing in a few quick strokes, sneering: “You take so long to wash your hands, are you an Omega?”

This kind of remark was as lethal as calling a “manly man” sissy, or asking a girl if she was a tomboy.

Sure enough, Jiang Zhao glanced over, her gaze passing Qin Fengyue’s ear to land on the stall behind her.

“Are you talking about yourself?”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

She had used the stall; Jiang Zhao had used the urinal.

The anger pool was now at 80%. Qin Fengyue was so mad her ears turned red.

“Jiang Zhao, let’s fight.”

Jiang Zhao: “I don’t fight.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

It wasn’t that she couldn’t fight, or was afraid, or wondered who would win—she just didn’t.

Qin Fengyue was used to acting like a mature, reliable Alpha in front of others (only acting spoiled with close friends). In just one day, she had been rendered speechless by Jiang Zhao’s airy words, making her feel as flustered as a child!

The anger pool completely exploded.

Qin Fengyue went straight to the playground and ran three thousand meters to vent her resentment.

Her mind was filled with her “lifelong enemy,” Jiang Zhao!

In the classroom:

Bai Xue took a break from her busy schedule to check the forum.

#Ghost Stories#

OP: Just came back from the office and passed the playground. I think I saw a ghost.

OP: A dark shadow with a bone-chilling resentment passed by me. Seriously, in that moment, I thought I was frozen!

1L: Someone is still updating this series?

2L: Crap, I think I saw it too! Our classroom window faces the playground. I saw a figure, it was too fast to be human!

3L: Stop fear-mongering. The lights aren’t on at the playground; you guys probably just misidentified someone running.

OP: It looked like a female ghost with disheveled hair, mumbling something about “enemy,” “kill you,” and “Jiang.” Didn’t a few people drown in the Changlu River recently…

8L: Respect the dead…

10L: Respect the dead…

21L: I’m starting to get scared! Dammit, is someone from Class 2 being punished with extra training?

Someone from Class 2 already posted a denial.

38L: Training for what? We haven’t even had exams yet. No one from our class went out. Is it really a ghost?

Bai Xue felt her scalp go numb. She clicked and clacked a reply and hit send—

【This post has been deleted by the administrator for involving feudal superstition.】

Bai Xue wailed: “Class Monitor—”

The guy with glasses pushed up his frames and continued to bury his head in the sea of problems.

Qin Fengyue returned from her run, the tips of her hair damp. A bit of pheromone had leaked out, so she went back to the restroom to tidy up.

Bai Xue looked at her and caught a whiff of a sweet scent. The smell vanished quickly—so fast that Bai Xue thought it was the scent of her own suppressant. She asked: “Did you go running?”

Running to vent her emotions because she couldn’t win an argument with Jiang Zhao?

Impossible. Even if it were true, she couldn’t let others know.

Qin Fengyue denied it decisively: “No.”

Soon, evening self-study ended.

Qin Fengyue returned to the dorm; Bai Xue lived right next door.

“On this floor, the right half consists of our class’s dorms. If you need anything, just give me a shout.”

Qin Fengyue followed Bai Xue’s gaze. She took a casual sweep, which Bai Xue immediately made a big deal of: “Are you looking for Jiang Zhao’s dorm?”

“…No.”

With a bang, the door was shut. Bai Xue shrugged and closed her own door.

Qin Fengyue was alone in her dorm. Qin Dong had put in some effort to have Chen Fang arrange an empty room for her; the extra bed was used for her clutter.

It took Qin Fengyue half an hour to figure out how to use the dorm’s water heater, and she was tormented by the fluctuating water pressure. Just as she finished her shower and was about to brush her teeth, the dorm lights went out.

“…”

Fine. She fumbled in the dark in the washroom, but the tiny patch of light from her phone was useless. She kicked over a bucket, knocked down a basin, and bumped her knee against a table leg on the way out. While she was hissing in pain and clutching her knee, the door was hammered loudly!

“Why aren’t you sleeping yet? What’s with all the noise!” a roar came from outside.

Qin Fengyue was bewildered: “Who is it?”

The outside went silent for two seconds, followed by whispering voices.

Chen Fang: “…This is the new student who just transferred to our class, she hasn’t experienced boarding life before…”

Another voice: “It’s so late, making such a racket…”

She had heard that in boarding schools, teachers and dorm managers patrol after lights out to catch those who don’t sleep on time—catching those studying late, having midnight chats, or gaming.

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Soon, a gentle knock sounded. Chen Fang lowered his voice and said: “Qin Fengyue, get to bed quickly. Don’t make noise that affects the students on both sides.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

Perhaps because she had slept too long in the afternoon, she wasn’t sleepy at all. She took out her phone and dominated her games until the early hours of the morning before finally falling asleep.

Early the next morning:

The campus broadcast was loudly singing “Dreaming Heart.”

“What time is it…”

Qin Fengyue asked unclearly. No one answered; the nanny was not there either.

She pulled the covers over her head and mumbled: “Five more minutes.”

Soon.

The noisy voices and the vibration of footsteps in the building receded like a tide.

In the dead silence, Qin Fengyue suddenly jolted awake.

She glanced at her phone and realized after a long search that it had run out of battery and turned off. Only then did she finally feel a sense of urgency.

Crucially, she had forgotten that there was an exam today.

When she entered the classroom, the seating had already been rearranged. The faces she hadn’t had time to become familiar with yesterday were still strangers. The only familiar one, Bai Xue, was long gone, and her newly assigned seat had been occupied by someone else.

The proctor, holding an extra exam paper, looked toward the door.

“Late?”

Qin Fengyue lowered her head, acting obedient.

The proctor checked his watch: “Move fast, you can still make it into the exam room.”

Qin Fengyue immediately went to her desk to grab paper and a pen.

The proctor seemed to enjoy making things worse: “Three minutes left.”

Qin Fengyue: “…”

“You won’t be allowed in after ten o’clock.”

Qin Fengyue ran out of the classroom like a gust of wind, causing a commotion in the exam hall. The proctor picked up an eraser and knocked on the desk: “Alright, focus on the exam—”

“Reporting,” before he could finish, the person who ran off was back at the door. “Teacher… I don’t know which exam room I’m in…”

The room went silent for a moment, and in the next, laughter erupted.

Whispered pointing voices emerged. The proctor signaled for silence: “The exam numbers are on the wall.”

Qin Fengyue found her name at the very end of the long list of numbers.

The proctor: “Why is your number still handwritten? New transfer student?”

Qin Fengyue nodded.

“Then it should be the last exam room. Turn left on the first floor, the very last classroom.”

Just as Qin Fengyue was about to say thank you, the proctor flashed an evil smile: “Thirty seconds left.”

“…”

Jiang Zhao pressed down on her paper with her left hand while twirling a pen with her right. The phone in her desk buzzed; she took it out for a casual look.

Yao Ting: 【Is that transfer student in your class a bit too scatterbrained?】

Jiang Zhao replied with a question mark.

【Second day of school, baseline exam, and she’s both late and can’t remember her exam number. From the rumors, I thought she was someone who’d be on the campus celebrity list, but she looks like a little airhead?】

Jiang Zhao curled her lip and stopped replying. She just twirled her pen and unhurriedly filled in the answers on the paper.

As the class representative for the homeroom teacher, she always had more miscellaneous tasks than the other reps.

Last night, Qin Fengyue’s expression was foul and her neck was flushed red; she looked like she had been teased quite harshly.

Jiang Zhao reflected for a second—it wasn’t good to love teasing kids this much.

Regarding the exam, she should have taken the initiative to remind Qin Fengyue, using it as a chance to break the ice.

But when she sent a message this morning, the system showed she had been blacklisted.

Along with the transfer Qin Fengyue had once again refused to accept, it had already been returned to her wallet.

The new classmate seemed exceptionally rebellious.

Jiang Zhao smiled inwardly, suddenly feeling it didn’t matter if the ice was broken or not.

She’s just a kid, right?

Competitive and vengeful.

Oh right, and a flirt.

If she didn’t give her a little lesson, who knows if she’d try to tease her again next time?