Peerless A?

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[Bai Xuyu: Come, come, come, let me introduce them to you one by one.]

[Bai Xuyu: The first one is from No. 2 High. He’s 182 tall, pretty good-looking, and his pheromones smell like licorice. Nothing particularly wrong with him, just a bit too slick and smooth-talking.]

[Bai Xuyu: The second one is from the Foreign Language School, studying German. Also quite handsome, but unfortunately, he’s a Slag Alpha. Dated several soft Omegas and scored on all of them.]

[Bai Xuyu: The third one—ai, this one’s not bad. Height: 185, well-built, but the trouble is he’s a second-year student. Also, he’s a black didi-type. Not sure if this is your style.]

This kid named “Bai Xuyu” had sent a barrage of messages, covering nearly every type of guy imaginable.

[Bai Xuyu: So? Anyone caught your eye? Or do you want to know more about No. 1 High? I heard there are a lot of good-looking ones there.]

[Bai Xuyu: Oh, right, one more thing.]

[Bai Xuyu: Cao Laohu said that if you don’t come back to school soon, you might as well not come back at all.]

[Bai Xuyu: Young Master, no matter what, we still have to graduate, right?]

[Bai Xuyu: Come back soon, don’t let Old Cao skin you. [smile.JPG]]

Ning Xi stared at the chat window. He didn’t quite understand why someone would go through the trouble of scouting out so many guys, but he couldn’t help but sigh:

This Ning Xi doesn’t study ah!

The prime of youth, the best years of his life, were actually wasted on messing around and dating?

Ning Xi let out a sigh and replied with an “OK” sticker.

Then, he realized an even more serious problem.

Wait a minute, wait a minute, wait a minute.

It seems like I’m still a high school student.

I just finished taking the college entrance exam—why the hell do I have to go through senior year all over again!

Ning Xi was speechless to the point where he annoyingly shoved his phone into his pocket and tapped the desktop with his fingertips one by one.

The clock on the desk went tick-tock, tick-tock, and suddenly, Ning Xi felt hungry.

He stood up, figuring he could fill his stomach first and worry about life later.

The mansion had a distinct style—marble floors, crystal chandeliers, a grand spiral staircase inlaid with colored glass, and an artificial red carpet draped over it.

It was impossible to guess what kind of person the owner was.

Ning Xi walked downstairs and saw an auntie cleaning. He stepped forward and asked, “Hey, may I ask where’s the kitchen ya?”

The auntie paused her work and asked, “Hungry?”

“A little.” Ning Xi said, “I wanted to cook a bowl of noodles.”

“No need for that. Just tell Aunt Huang what you want to eat, no need to cook it yourself ah.” Aunt Huang said with a smile. “Go back to your room and wait. I’ll bring it up to you in a bit.”

This Auntie Huang seemed warm and friendly, she was probably hired to take care of the household and cook.

Ning Xi nodded and decided to explore the place a bit more.

As he wandered around the first floor, his phone kept vibrating in his pocket.

[Bai Xuyu: What’s going on? Where’d you go?]

[Bai Xuyu: But you know, I think you shouldn’t mess around too much. It’s senior year—we still have to study. Look at that Omega from the class next door. They’ve been focusing on their studies and even won the progress award in the last mock exam.]

[Bai Xuyu: Some things can’t be rushed. No matter how anxious you are, it won’t help.]

[Bai Xuyu: No, but, Xi’er, why are you so quiet today ah?]

Ning Xi looked at the flood of messages and was reminded of his high school buddies—each one more prone to stirring up trouble than the last.

He stopped walking and edited to:

[Student Xiao Xi: Busy with something.]

But before he could hit send, a sudden gust of wind whooshed past his head. A blur of white flashed by, barely grazing his hair—then came a loud “crash.”

A vase shattered right in front of Ning Xi. Broken ceramic pieces scattered across the floor, water from the vase spilled everywhere, and the flowers inside drooped lifelessly to the side.

What the hell…

Ning Xi looked up and saw an empty space in the middle of a row of decorative vases on the second floor.

This was the one that fell.

Ning Xi took a sharp breath.

If he had taken just one more step forward, he might’ve been signing up for a whole new life on another planet.

Pressing a hand against his pounding chest, Ning Xi retyped his message:

[Student Xiao Xi: I’m telling you, I just almost died.]

As always, Bai Xuyu replied instantly.

[Bai Xuyu: What the hell?]

[Bai Xuyu: I only mentioned studying, and you’re already thinking about killing yourself ah.]

[Bai Xuyu: How deep does this grudge run?]

Ning Xi typed:

[Student Xiao Xi: I was this close to getting hit by a falling vase. Do you get it?]

[Bai Xuyu: wok,^[1]Can mean Big mess. how are you this unlucky? (dog head.JPG)]

Ning Xi had been about to complain about how miserable his day had been, but then he suddenly remembered that this was Ning Xi’s friend of the original Ning Xi in the novel. That meant he should…

[Student Xiao Xi: Do you… read novels?]

[Bai Xuyu: Why? You have another recommendation for me?]

[Bai Xuyu: But I’m really planning to study now.]

[Bai Xuyu: It’s senior year—I can’t slack off anymore. I still have to get into college.]

[Student Xiao Xi: No, I just have a question.]

[Bai Xuyu: Speak.]

[Student Xiao Xi: I mean what if, what if, someone transmigrated into a novel but had absolutely terrible luck, like hospital-bound-at-any-moment kind of bad luck.]

[Student Xiao Xi: What do you think they could do to break free from that bad luck?]

Ning Xi didn’t know he thought to ask Bai Xuyu, but somehow, he felt like he might have some ideas.

[Bai Xuyu: Transmigration + a total noob? Oh, a story about a salted fish who transmigrated?]

[Bai Xuyu: That’s such an old-school trope. The cliché is ancient at this point.]

Ning Xi broke into a cold sweat—because he really ended up in one of those ancient, cliché plots.

[Student Xiao Xi: So… what do you think?]

[Bai Xuyu: Easy. Bind to the protagonist ah.]

[Bai Xuyu: Cling to a big shot. As long as you’re around the protagonist, everything will go smoothly.]

[Bai Xuyu: If the noob gets along well with the protagonist, the salted fish might turn over.]^[2]To experience a reversal of fortune.

Binding with the protagonist…

Ning Xi frowned.

Was this advice reliable ah?

But the current situation wasn’t very favorable to him.

Even though he knew he had transmigrated into a novel, he had never actually read the original. At most, he had overheard his former deskmate mention it a few times.

He had no idea how the plot would unfold or where things were headed.

How was he supposed to run into the male and female leads ah?

The male lead…

Right ah! Song Yize ah!

A realization struck Ning Xi.

Song Yize, Song Yize was the male lead.

No wonder his luck had noticeably improved when he was around him.

It was the protagonist’s halo ah.

[Student Xiao Xi: Thank you! Seriously, thank you so much!]

[Bai Xuyu: ?]

[Bai Xuyu: Hey, why’d you even ask me that?]

[Bai Xuyu: And you still haven’t told me, which one of the peerless Alphas I found for you caught your eye?]

Ning Xi had no idea what kind of xp^[3]“xìngpì” (性癖), which means someone’s visual preference/taste. the original owner had, but he went along with Bai Xuyu’s conversation anyway.

[Student Xiao Xi: None of them work.]

[Bai Xuyu: [Fairy frowns.JPG] Young Master, are you messing with me?]

[Student Xiao Xi: To be honest…]

[Student Xiao Xi: I’ve set my sights on someone even better.]

At that moment, the butler came rushing over.

Seeing Ning Xi standing still in place, the butler was startled. “Young Master, are you alright! How did that vase fall? Did it hit you ah?”

“No, it didn’t hit me,” Ning Xi said, his eyes now brimming with renewed hope for life. “Hey, didn’t my dad say he’d grant me one request?”

“Yes, that’s correct…” the butler confirmed.

“Great, then tell him this,” Ning Xi took a deep breath, the light in his eyes gradually returning.

“I want to transfer to another school.”

*

Xianchang No.1 Middle School.

The summer morning heat had slightly eased, and sunlight flickered into the classroom, casting a glow over the lush green bonsai on the windowsill.

“Ah, ah, ah, ah, Ze-ge, Ze-ge, my dear father ah!”

Zhang Qiang ran into the senior experimental class wailing, “Old Zhang is really unreasonable ah. The last big question could obviously be solved using L’Hôpital’s Rule, but he said they’re not awarding points for that method this time!”

“Shh!” The class monitor stopped Zhang Qiang halfway, pointing toward the back of the classroom where Song Yize was sleeping.

Song Yize was sprawled across his desk, his head buried in his arms. His fluffy hair caught the light filtering through the windows, making it look especially soft.

“Ai.” Zhang Qiang poked the class monitor. “What’s up with him? Why’s he so tired?”

“He probably stayed up late grinding practice questions.” The class monitor gestured at the exercise book on his desk. “Isn’t there a physics competition in October? The city-level prelims are coming up, Yize’s probably preparing for that.”

“Yize, Yize, Yize. What do you think you’re calling him?” Zhang Qiang smacked the test paper against his hand. “Call him Ze-ge. No—call him God Ze. Listen, I just saw the ranking from the latest mock exam—Song Yize outscored the city’s second-place student by 25 points!”

“Holy ***, are you serious?” The class monitor exclaimed. “Is he even human?”

Song Yize, disturbed by their conversation, slowly lifted his head, rubbed his dry eyes, and looked at the two chatting kids.

The faint light happened to cast a glow on the bridge of his nose, making him appear both languid and aloof.

“What is it?” Song Yize draped his school jacket–resting on the back of his chair–over his shoulders. Perhaps because he had just woken up, his voice was devoid of emotion, even carrying a hint of coldness.

The cool, ebony scent of his pheromones wasn’t as well-contained as usual; instead, it spread outward.

Zhang Qiang immediately sensed it—this grandpa really hadn’t gotten enough rest.

“Nothing, nothing..” Zhang Qiang grinned sheepishly. “I was just telling the class monitor that a sweet little Omega just asked me for my WeChat. Ze-ge, you go ahead and keep sleeping ha.”

The class monitor rolled her eyes and went back to her assignments.

Song Yize adjusted his glasses on his nose and glanced up at Zhang Qiang. “A sweet little Omega?”

Zhang Qiang hadn’t expected Song Yize to pick up on such a throwaway remark. But then, he suddenly recalled overhearing something about a new transfer student while he was in the office. “Ah yes, a sweet little Omega—just transferred in.”

“Mm.” Song Yize took off his glasses again and rested his head back on the desk.

Zhang Qiang pulled out his chair and sat down, turning to glance at Song Yize, who had already gone back to sleep.

Top-tier Alpha. Smart. Good-looking. But completely uninterested in anything remotely related to romance. Even when Omegas made advances, he wouldn’t react at all—like a block of wood.

Zhang Qiang turned back around, tapping his pen against his test paper a few times before sighing, “What a waste of resources ah.”