Song Yize has been a bit sleepy lately.

The sweltering heat at the end of July was unbearable, so the classroom’s air conditioning was already running at this hour. The faint hum of the refrigerant sounded somewhat like a lullaby, lulling him into an even hazier state.

He couldn’t pinpoint the exact reason—it wasn’t because of competition review.

If he had to force an explanation, it would be: “Spring fatigue, autumn sluggishness, and summer weakness.”

“Ai, how do you solve that magnetic induction line problem from yesterday?”

“Anyone willing to lend me their classical Chinese translation?”

“Class monitor, I won’t hand in my English homework. Please don’t mark me down ah.”

The senior students who had finished breakfast came back one after another, and the classroom gradually became lively.

Song Yize no longer tried to sleep. He had always been a light sleeper—at most, he could only close his eyes in this kind of environment.

“For the physiology multiple-choice, did you pick A, B, and D? Are you sure it’s sulfur-iron nitrogenase?” a female student asked in a low voice.

Zhang Qiang pursed his lips, unsure. “Ai, doesn’t matter. Let’s just check what Ze-ge picked. Hey, Ze-ge, where’s your physiology test? Have you turned it in?”

Song Yize adjusted his thin-framed glasses, letting the lenses suppress a bit of his natural sharpness. “Didn’t do it.”

Zhang Qiang: “Wait, you actually skipped homework too?”

The class monitor chimed in, “I already told you, he’s been preparing for the competition la. He can put off these assignments for now.”

Then she glanced at Zhang Qiang and added, “But you, Zhang Qiang—focus on your studies. If your scores drop again in the next mock exam, you won’t be in the experimental class anymore.”

“None of your business. Bleh—”

Song Yize pulled out his English test paper from his desk drawer without saying a word. After all, he never participated in these childish squabbles.

As for the physiology test, it wasn’t that Song Yize hadn’t done it—he had simply lost it.

That day, while accompanying a feverish Omega at the hospital, he had taken out the test paper to kill time. In the end, he had left it behind along with his physics test.

He had called Yu Jingyue to ask about it, but Yu Jingyue spent the entire conversation asking about that Omega named Ning Xi, making Song Yize lose interest in retrieving the papers altogether.

It was obvious that he wasn’t his boyfriend nor did they have any relationship at all. They might never even see each other again.

But there was no way to explain that, so he just let Yu Jingyue ramble on.

Song Yize lowered his light-colored eyes.

“Hey, Ze-ge, someone’s calling for you at the door.”

A voice pulled Song Yize back to reality. He looked up toward the classroom door and saw a member of the student council waving at him from the hallway.

Song Yize stood up and walked outside the classroom.

The person from the student council was a female Omega. She seemed a little timid, avoiding eye contact with Song Yize.

“What is it?” Song Yize asked.

“The a-administration office said a transfer student just arrived. The grade director isn’t around, so they asked me to get you to help register the student’s academic records…” the girl stammered softly.

A transfer student?

Song Yize’s eyes raised slightly with a hint of something unreadable, but the emotion faded so quickly that the girl didn’t notice.

“Mm, alright,” Song Yize replied. After a brief pause, he added, “Thanks for the trouble.”

The youth’s voice was neither too deep nor too soft, carrying a slight huskiness that was unexpectedly pleasant to the ear.

The female Omega’s face flushed red instantly. She quickly lowered her head and mumbled, “I’ll be going then,” before turning around and running off.

Halfway down the hallway, a few other girls appeared from the corridor and immediately surrounded her.

Soon after, the small group erupted into excited squeals.

Song Yize had no idea what they were up to. He was just about to turn back toward the administrative office when he noticed Zhang Qiang standing behind him, shaking his head.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk.” Zhang Qiang sighed as he shook his head, “You say you don’t flirt ah, yet you’ve got another Omega falling for you.”

Song Yize couldn’t be bothered to respond. He brushed past Zhang Qiang and walked straight ahead.

“Hey, Ze-ge!” Zhang Qiang called out behind him with a grin. “No need to be shy. Check out the No. 1 High School forum sometime ah! There are so many Omega confession posts about you, it’s practically raining! Or do you prefer Betas? Even some Alphas have confessed to you!”

Without turning around, Song Yize simply waved a hand at Zhang Qiang and continued toward the administrative office.

There was a large gap between breakfast and the first class for the students to rest.

Since the senior students were now on a self-directed study schedule, the timetable had been adjusted, extending the breakfast period to a full hour.

The walk from the experimental class to the administrative office required going from the third floor to the first.

Song Yize walked over and saw that the classrooms of the other classes were almost full.

It was probably in preparation for the upcoming school assessment.

Upon arriving at the administrative office, he knocked on the door and said, “Reporting.”

“Hey Yize, you’re finally here.”

The speaker was Guo Zhen, the homeroom teacher of Class Seven—a chemistry teacher with a big, bald head.

Song Yize nodded, then shifted his gaze to the boy standing beside him.

The boy stood with his back to them, not showing his face. His posture was straight and obedient, as if a little reserved.

He was tall, with fair skin, long and slender legs, and sharply defined ankle bones. Even from behind, he exuded a delicate, almost fragile presence.

This should be the transfer student.

“Ai, I still have a pile of test papers to grade over there. I need to hurry back,” Guo Zhen sighed. “And of course, Teacher Li just happens to be out, so I’ll have to trouble you with this.”

“It’s fine, Teacher Guo. You can go,” Song Yize said. “I’ll just input it.”

“Oh, that’s good then.” Guo Zhen patted the transfer student’s shoulder and said, “Ning Xi, just give your information to this student. After registering, head to Senior Year Class Seven.”

Song Yize froze for a moment.

This name…

“Mhm, thank you, Teacher Guo~” Ning Xi flashed a sweet and well-behaved smile.

“Then, Yize, I’ll leave it to you ah,” Guo Zhen said before heading out of the office.

Song Yize gazed at the boy who turned to look at him, he found himself at a loss for words.

Ning Xi wasn’t wearing the school uniform—just a simple white T-shirt. His limbs were slender, his shoulders narrow, and his skin was an expanse of pale, almost cold whiteness.

Then there were his eyes—bright and piercing—staring straight at Song Yize, making him inexplicably uneasy.

That gaze was as if he had locked onto prey…

Meanwhile, Ning Xi’s excitement was practically blooming in his chest.

In just two days apart from Song Yize, he had been scalded by hot water, cut by glass, pinched by a cabinet door while opening a drawer, and even mysteriously locked inside his room for an entire morning when the doorknob suddenly broke.

If he didn’t meet up with Song Yi Ze again, he might really die in the next second.

“Song Yize, we meet again.”

It wasn’t just a greeting—it was a beacon of hope for survival.

Ning Xi’s entire demeanor radiated joy. He beamed at Song Yize, his smile dazzlingly bright.

“You…” Song Yize hesitated for a moment. “What are you doing here?”

“I’m a transfer student ah,” Ning Xi said. “Didn’t you say my name wasn’t on the student roster for No. 1 High School? Well, here I am! Come, come, come, help me enter my registration records.”

Ning Xi was the transfer student.

Song Yize sat down at the computer, opened the student database, and said, “Read your information to me one by one.”

“Oh, okay.”

As he spoke, Ning Xi casually rested his hand on the back of the chair, tilted his head, and leaned in to look at the computer screen—his movements bringing him closer to Song Yize’s neck.

The fresh scent of mint and white tea enveloped Song Yize in an instant. He instinctively leaned back, but his peripheral vision caught sight of Ning Xi’s hand gripping the chair.

Pale knuckles, long slender fingers, and faintly visible veins.

“Ning Xi… 17 years old… Male… Undifferentiated Omega…”

Ning Xi reported each detail according to the form but soon noticed that Song Yize hadn’t typed anything in. So he said, “Ai, why aren’t you filling it in ah?”

Song Yize didn’t turn his head. He knew that if he did, the proximity between them would suffocate him.

“…Did you put on a suppression patch?” Song Yize couldn’t help but ask.

Ning Xi, having thoroughly studied all the relevant knowledge, handled this situation with practiced ease.

“I was in a rush this morning and didn’t have time,” Ning Xi said as he fished out a patch from his pocket, “How about you help me put it on?”

Song Yize: “…”

Seeing that Song Yize didn’t react, Ning Xi thought he had said something wrong.

That shouldn’t be the case—he had studied all these common practices carefully.

“Um… maybe we should just finish this quickly. I’ll find someone else to help me later,” Ning Xi murmured.

“Can’t you just put it on yourself?” Song Yize’s tone carried a hint of irritation, his cold demeanor revealing a trace of impatience. Maybe it was because he had just woken up.

Ning Xi was startled by his reaction. He rubbed his hands together, lowered his head, and slowly said, “Ah… sorry…”

Seeing the pitiful look on Ning Xi’s face, Song Yize suddenly realized his tone had been too harsh.

“I’ll keep going. Class is starting soon…” Ning Xi’s voice was soft, almost as if he were trying to soothe Song Yize.

Ah, this was almost like an Alpha bullying an Omega.

They quickly finished entering the student record. After printing the form, Song Yize said, “Wait here for a bit. I’ll go hand in this form.”

Ning Xi nodded obediently.

Song Yize scratched the back of his head, feeling a little uneasy. Looking at Ning Xi’s delicate and pitiful expression, he started reflecting on his words.

However, the moment Song Yize stepped out the door, all of Ning Xi’s soft and docile energy vanished.

He shoved one hand into his pocket, his long, thick lashes drooping lazily. That innate air of carelessness became even more apparent—a stark contrast to the obedient boy from moments ago.

Taking out his phone, he opened a chat window and typed:

[Student Xiao Xi: Target acquired.]

The reply came almost instantly.

[Bai Xuyu: That fast?]

[Bai Xuyu: You’re so lucky.]

[Bai Xuyu: This is a fate that lies in the dark.]

Ning Xi paused and replied:

[Student Xiao Xi: Are you sure… this will really work?]

[Student Xiao Xi: Isn’t this a bit too much ah?]

[Student Xiao Xi: You’re certain this will keep me by his side?]

Three “trust me, I never miss” stickers popped up in response.

[Bai Xuyu: You’ve got nothing to worry about.]

[Bai Xuyu: A sweet, clingy, soft little Omega who calls you xiao gege and acts all cutesy? No Alpha can resist that. [pats chest.JPG]]

[Bai Xuyu: Believe me, this grandpa will take you flying.]^[1]Similar to saying I’ll lead you to victory.