The Alluring Boss O's Slacker A (Transmigration GL) - Chapter 2

Exchanging contact information with the Omega who used the ID “Ruan Tingzhi” on the forum and successfully adding her as a friend took only thirty seconds.

Fast and straightforward.

Wen Jin, due to her professional habits, instinctively evaluated the person. First impression: satisfactory.

[How many people will be moving into the dorm?]

The other party: [Just me and you.]

Only two students at Federal University can apply for a single dorm room, but this application must be exchanged using accumulated academic credits.

Unlike regular universities, Federal University students have a high degree of freedom on campus. For example, the training ground, mecha training rooms, simulation pods, special potions, nutrient solutions, suppressants, etc., are all free, but the prerequisite is that they must be exchanged for a large number of academic credits.

Credits are usually obtained through study, competitions, research internships, military group internships, and other means of accumulation.

The original owner was a Beta with spirit power just barely D-rank.

Her adoptive father, having previously been the Luo family’s driver, got the original owner into the Federal University’s Ancient Martial Arts Department because the Luo family head thought Luo Xi needed someone to wait on her.

The original owner’s academic performance was average, and she didn’t possess the unstoppable endurance for hard work that the Female Lead Omega, Ruan Tingzhi, had. The credits she accumulated over four years of college were low, only in the double digits.

Wen Jin briefly mentioned her situation to the other party.

The other party: [I’ll cover the credits. You just pay me back the federal currency equivalent to your half of the credits.]

Frankly, this was a reasonable request.

Federal University credits are precious and can be exchanged for four to five times their value on the secondary market for federal currency. The future roommate was practically offering a friendship price.

However, Wen Jin: […]

Embarrassing, she was temporarily broke.

Given the initial identity of the original owner’s shell—a recently unemployed gambling adoptive father who expected the original owner to grovel before Luo Xi to put in a good word—it was impossible for her to produce extra federal currency to help Wen Jin switch dorms and escape the scum Alpha.

Wen Jin frowned. The lure of a two-person dorm was too great. Her potential roommate was concise and to-the-point, likely not talkative, and clearly stated that she accepted Wen Jin acting as a mute.

Wen Jin was certain that if she missed this perfect roommate, she would never find another one.

Holding the umbrella made handling her phone difficult.

Wen Jin simply sent a voice message: “Can I use an IOU?”

The other party was clearly busy; after a long time, she gasped and sent a voice message as well: “No.”

The voice was slightly weak, soft, and conveyed a sexy pant, similar to a sob or a moan.

But who would be doing such a thing in the middle of the day? Wen Jin thought it must be her nerves being overly sensitive from doing too many missions. Ignoring the suppressed sob, the other party’s manner of speaking had no fault.

The only regret was that she had no money.

Despite this, Wen Jin didn’t close the door entirely, only telling the other party she would think about it.

The walk from the dorm building to the parking lot required passing through a path lined with ginkgo trees.

The continuous heavy rain in the autumn season weighed down the ginkgo leaves, making them droop from the branches and tremble violently.

The Federal ginkgo leaves were very characteristic of the Federation, resembling genetically modified, over-fertilized plants, with leaves as large as lotus pads.

In autumn, the ginkgo leaves withered, and the branches were somewhat bare, allowing the sky to be seen. In summer, this path was completely shaded by the towering ginkgos.

Wen Jin stepped on the withered yellow ginkgo leaves. Before she could observe the leaf veins, she turned her eyes and saw an LED billboard placed between two ginkgo trees on her left.

Campus Part-Time Recruitment: The Hunter Corps is about to explore and develop Senad Star. Recruiting several logistical personnel. Requirements: Ancient Martial Arts, Culinary Arts, or Mecha departments, senior students with ample time, good health, strong physique…

Old Earth Star Development Mission, recruiting several exploration team members. Requirements: Ancient Martial Arts senior students with at least 90 points in combat skills. Experienced candidates preferred.

Black Panther Mercenaries recruiting interns. Requirements: …

Just when she needed money, part-time jobs presented themselves.

However, all the jobs relied on physical labor.

Wen Jin merely glanced at them and withdrew her gaze, disinterested.

She was here to retire, not to be a laborer.

She had spent enough time grinding in the wider society; the era of being a workaholic was long over.

She had worked too hard, harming her health, but she now knew her body was her capital.

Wen Jin lamented with regret. Suddenly, a Triple S-Rank High-Difficulty Part-Time Ad abruptly crashed into her view.

[Urgent Recruitment: A strong spiky spherical plant recently discovered on Old Earth Star was just admitted to the Federal University Botanical Garden. Seeking a gardener familiar with Old Earth plant growth habits. Full-time or part-time, no limit. Preference for candidates with plant cultivation experience…]

Wen Jin didn’t read the long list of requirements that followed. She curved her lips, staring only at the lofty “Old Earth strong spiky spherical plant” in the recruitment notice, and murmured, “Oh.”

So, she would be raising a cactus.

Bring out a small pot every day, let it sunbathe, brew a cup of wolfberries, and collect ten thousand federal currency per month.

Wen Jin was very satisfied. She leisurely took out her phone and scanned the QR code for the part-time mission. She then spent fifty seconds completing the Old Earth plant cultivation test email sent by the part-time center. Ten questions, such as: How do plants photosynthesize on Old Earth?

Or what kind of plant is a cactus?

…

Ten minutes later, Wen Jin received confirmation that she had passed the interview.

Interstellar emergency missions are usually processed quickly because no one knows how to cultivate the Golden Tiger Thorn (cactus).

The recruiters carefully selected high-difficulty questions from the Plant Research Institute to vet the gardeners. Once approved, there would be a one-month observation period, but salary would be paid even during the observation period.

This was because if a suitable gardener could be found for the rare plant, the probability of future transplanting and large-scale cultivation would be extremely high.

Wen Jin didn’t know the ins and outs of the situation. Passing the interview meant a sum of federal currency was coming in, likely thanks to the lucky buff given to her by the Quick Transmigration Bureau Director.

With money to change dorms, Wen Jin had no time for pleasantries, nor did she want to continue fostering goodwill with her future roommate or haggle.

She immediately opened the chat box and repeated her requirements for the dorm environment: Quiet, and mutually undisturbed.

The other party suppressed a soft moan: “Mhm… Ing! And… and add one more, no bringing messy people to the dorm for gatherings, mhm…”

The soft moan was long and sweet, but the content was strictly serious.

Wen Jin hesitated for a moment, considered a possibility, and asked: “Having trouble?”

The other party weakly replied: “S-sorry… I’ve gone into heat.”

She spoke about her heat openly, with no coyness. Although her voice contained a slight, suppressed gasp, her tone was candid with no hint of crying. She was clearly an extremely restrained Omega.

Wen Jin rarely offered a word of concern: “Did you bring suppressants?”

The other party: “…”

Apparently not. A normal person would usually thoughtfully add that if she was in a crowded place, she should quickly hide, and that they would immediately bring suppressants if needed.

However, Wen Jin merely narrowed her eyes, reached out to tuck the strand of hair that had drifted to her cheek behind her ear, and said mercilessly: “Or do you need me to call 120?”

The other party: “…”

“No need.”

It seemed her situation was not too bad. Her future roommate even had the leisure to send a move-in agreement, which reassured Wen Jin.

Although the other party was an Omega, she could control the desire of her heat, chat rationally, and displayed the composure and sense of proportion of an adult. She was infinitely better than the hot-blooded and noisy Luo Xi.

Especially the housing agreement in front of her; it was clearly organized, the requirements were reasonable, and it was practically written according to Wen Jin’s wishes.

Wen Jin was sensible and wouldn’t raise any more unreasonable suggestions. As her finger slid across the signature field, she happened to glimpse the name “Ruan Tingzhi” written in the “Party A” signature field and paused slightly.

Then she shook her head.

The interstellar space was vast; there were many people with the same name.

Taking a step back, Ruan Tingzhi was currently being cornered by the scum Alpha. An Omega differentiating was so weak she couldn’t even lift a finger, so she would have no time to talk business on her phone.

Thinking this, Wen Jin had no doubts and quickly signed the move-in agreement with her new roommate.

At the same time, she remembered she had a performance to stage soon, and she looked up at the distance.

At the end of the path, she could vaguely see the brightly colored skirt hems of the scum Alpha’s group, kneeling, with their skirts fluttering in the wind.

Were they exposed?

Wen Jin twitched her lips, calculated the time, and slowly walked toward the confrontation site.

She figured the group had probably already finished teaching Ruan Tingzhi a lesson.

The weather forecast had predicted a heavy rain today, but the previous drizzle had been slow like an old woman with bound feet.

In a short while, lightning ripped through the dense, dark clouds, and massive thunder rolled over their heads in the cloud waves.

The rain poured down torrentially, making even the forward visibility blurry.

When Wen Jin was ten meters away from the scene, her delicate brows furrowed slightly. The air, thick with the smell of wet soil, was permeated with a very subtle, indescribably fragrant scent.

It was like a cluster of fully bloomed lavender, preserved in ice-cold tequila, allowing only threads of its aroma to spill into the air. It exploded at the tip of the nose, a blend of icy silk wrapping around the flower, rich and intoxicating.

The scent was too tempting. Even though Wen Jin was a Beta, her eyes were momentarily captivated, and she was subconsciously drawn two steps closer by the exquisite fragrance filling her nostrils.

The original text mentioned that after Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromones mutated, she became a walking heartthrob whom everyone was infatuated with, regardless of gender.

But this was not a good thing, because the inability to possess her, especially for those with high spiritual power, would lead to their gradual decline and death due to their spiritual needs not being met.

Wen Jin remembered that in the original text, Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromones mutated into this invincible state only when she was being forcibly expelled and when the scum Alpha was attempting to force a mark using dirty tactics.

This meant the fragrance in the air right now was her pheromones before mutation.

Wen Jin frowned. Pheromones with no true potency could already make her feel distracted. This made her even more determined to stay away from the plot area, save enough money, and quickly leave the city where the main characters resided.

With her mind made up, she still appeared calm on the surface, but the downturned corners of her lips and the naturally flowing look of lazy annoyance in her eyes clearly showed her lack of energy.

Across the heavy rain curtain, on the long, straight path dotted with ginkgo trees, Ruan Tingzhi lifted her head from where she was sheltering under the short eaves—the only place out of the rain—by the parking lot wall.

The black makeup powder on her face had been washed away by the rain into small streaks of black liquid, revealing extremely fair skin—a kind of pallor that seemed untouched by sunlight. However, the cherry-red lips and naturally deer-like eyes, combined with her modest, lowered gaze, gave her face an air of pitiful innocence mixed with concealed desire.

Just ten minutes ago, Ruan Tingzhi had been reborn.

When she woke up, she saw a mindless, raging, shrunken version of Luo Xi—who should have been long dead—standing in front of her, gloating.

After three minutes spent digesting the fact of her rebirth, Ruan Tingzhi—who had been the Ruan Family Head and the number one person in Ancient Martial Arts for many years—actually had no interest in fighting the scum Alpha. In her eyes, confronting trash that had already turned to dust was utterly beneath her.

But this person had indeed caused her first half of life to be miserable and her second half to be cut short.

Ruan Tingzhi thought: No time like the present. I might as well wait for all my enemies to gather and eliminate them all at once.

Her hands and feet were tied to the narrow eave pillar with a rose-colored ribbon by the scum Alpha. Ruan Tingzhi could have easily freed herself, but she was used to mobilizing her True Qi, and her cultivation from her past life hadn’t transferred over.

Fortunately, her differentiation was over. Unfortunately, she hadn’t been reborn sooner. The pheromone radiation sickness that had plagued her until her death in the previous life—caused by delayed differentiation and getting rained on—had still been contracted.

Worse, this time, Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromones mutated before the scum Alpha forced her.

Unless she found Slacker Jin, the most mysterious god-tier pharmacist in the entire future galaxy, to customize a potion for her, Ruan Tingzhi would likely still die before the age of thirty.

But before she died, the Alphas who had made her life worse than death in the past had to suffer first.

Ruan Tingzhi untied her hands, applied for a dorm online, and waited for all the scum Alpha’s followers to fall into the trap.

But twenty minutes later, the last follower finally arrived late.

Her gaze fell on Wen Jin, who was holding an umbrella in the rain curtain. The latter was unknowingly stepping into the domain woven by Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromones.

“1”

“2”

“3”

Eh?

The person did not fall down.

How could she not fall down?

The words, “Everyone is here, let the slaughter begin,” that were on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back.

Ruan Tingzhi licked the rain off her lips, blinked away the water droplets from her eyelashes, and looked around with slight hesitation. The four-person scum Alpha group, who had been tormented by her captivating pheromones earlier, now had blank eyes, completely lacking active thought beyond infatuation.

The only abnormal one was the woman walking towards her.

In a short time, Wen Jin was right in front of her, her arm supporting the umbrella with graceful lines. Raindrops dripped from the edge of the umbrella into the puddles near her shoes, splashing a few fine beads onto her fair, jade-like ankles encased in cropped pants.

As the person drew closer, Ruan Tingzhi finally got a clear look at the face of the woman who was completely shielded from the wind and rain by the umbrella, showing no trace of distress.

It was an extremely striking, classically beautiful face, showy and overwhelming, but the woman herself exuded an air of aloof laziness that kept people away, masking the exaggerated beauty beneath her features.

She felt both cold and indifferent, a contradiction that was hard to describe.

Her orange-red lips were very thin, and currently pursed, giving her an aura of being completely closed off. Yet, her eyes were extraordinarily long and narrow, like opened peach blossoms—both passionate and indifferent.

Ruan Tingzhi’s deer eyes scanned the woman’s fair, delicate neck, finding no scent gland. A Beta was completely unharmed in her fully unleashed pheromone domain.

The woman’s face showed undisturbed composure and nonchalance.

Logically, this should not be happening.

Ruan Tingzhi’s pheromones had been exposed to particle radiation and had mutated, equivalent to a tenfold spread of the virus-like scent. No one disliked her pheromones; even people with the strongest self-control couldn’t resist her pheromones and would fall in love with her.

But an exception had appeared before her.

A flash of doubt crossed her eyes. Ruan Tingzhi tried hard to recall, but she didn’t remember this excellent-looking, highly self-controlled, low-profile background character in her memory.

Doubt surged in her heart, and she temporarily changed her mind. Ruan Tingzhi curved her innocent and pure deer eyes, tilted her head, and gave the scum Alpha a chilling command: “Bind my hands.”

The scum Alpha, like a mindless doll, walked forward one step at a time and rebound Ruan Tingzhi’s hands.

Wen Jin approached with the umbrella and happened to see the scum Alpha engaged in this bondage play.

In the torrential rain, under the roof of the corridor wall, Ruan Tingzhi was curled up on the ground. She wore a beige tracksuit, the edges speckled with mud.

The makeup powder on her face had long been washed away, leaving her skin delicate and porcelain-white. Her cherry-red lips were wrapped in a red silk ribbon by the scum Alpha. The thin fabric gathered, faintly showing the slight protrusion of her small lips.

Her hands and feet were wrapped three times with ribbon by the scum Alpha and tightly secured. Her transparent, tender skin looked very fragile. It was a wonder how she practiced fighting; the constricted areas of her skin had long, block-shaped red marks, which were horrifying to see.

Hearing footsteps, the pitiable girl lifted her deer eyes, which seemed to have suffered humiliation.

This was a vulnerable Omega undergoing differentiation!

Wen Jin genuinely felt that Luo Xi was a jerk.

If it weren’t for her family backing her—as the sole heir of the Luo family, one of the four great Ancient Martial Arts families in the inter-stellar, an S-rank Alpha, whose family was currently in high regard (Luo Xi’s father had recently led a mercenary group that discovered Senad Star, making an outstanding contribution to the inter-stellar)—

—Luo Xi should be arrested and jailed for the wicked act of forcibly binding a differentiating Omega in the rain today.

However, in the next second, the plot unfolded mercilessly, exactly as described in the original text.

Luo Xi lowered her head, expressionless, and commanded Wen Jin in a mechanical tone: “What are you standing there for? Hit her!”