Ning Xi’s eyes were pitch-black, clear, and bright, with long, slightly upturned eyelashes—no matter how one looked at him, he was captivating.

His hands were beautiful, with slender arms extending to delicate wrist bones, cool and fair, with distinct knuckles.

Song Yize could sense his faint pheromones and a pleasant feeling arose from within.

He’s truly happy to see me, Song Yize thought.

“What happened to your foot?” Song Yize avoided the WeChat topic and helped Ning Xi back to the clinic bed, letting him sit down.

“Aiya, just a minor injury.” Ning Xi spoke carelessly, blurting it out. But he suddenly realized that it might not fit his character, so he quickly added in a softer voice, “Aiya, but it still hurts~”

Li Yiming stood beside them, feeling like a complete clown.

After all, he didn’t expect that the person who came would be Song Yize.

“You two…” Li Yiming couldn’t help but ask, “What’s your relationship?”

“None of your business.” Song Yize glanced at Li Yiming indifferently, his light-colored eyes appearing especially cold and menacing.

He was condescending, his voice low and steady. Without any extra movement, his presence was cold and overpowering.

What the hell.

Li Yiming stiffened all over.

Song Yize actually suppressed him with his pheromones.

But he hadn’t even done anything this time ah, help.

“Oh, thanks, classmate.” Ning Xi finally remembered Li Yiming’s presence. “You can leave now.”

Li Yiming: “…”

Really unlucky ah.

Li Yiming was furious, but with Song Yize here, he didn’t dare to do anything unnecessary. He could only mutter a curse under his breath and walk out of the infirmary.

Only after Li Yiming left did Song Yize slowly retract his pheromones.

Facing Ning Xi, who was staring at him excitedly, he didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, Yize, how did you know I was here ya?” Ning Xi was in a great mood. He propped both hands in front of him and looked up at Song Yize.

Song Yize didn’t respond.

He had indeed remembered that Ning Xi said he would come to his classroom to find him, so he had turned down Zhang Qiang’s invitation to eat fried noodles at the First Cafeteria.

But after waiting for nearly 15 minutes, he still hadn’t seen any sign of Ning Xi.

Song Yize felt like he might have taken it too seriously—maybe Ning Xi had just been saying it casually.

After waiting another five minutes, Song Yize stood up, deciding to go to the cafeteria for lunch.

As he walked down the stairs, he overheard a conversation between a few female Betas in the hallway.

“I just saw Li Yiming with his arm around an Omega…”

“Ah, you mean that Alpha who always hooks up with Omegas?”

“That’s him, that’s him. This time, he brought a male Omega—pretty good-looking—heading toward the infirmary.”

“Ugh, it’s not what I’m thinking, right? That’s so perverted ah…”

Li Yiming?

Song Yize frowned.

Li Yiming had a bad record. Back in his second year, he had been disciplined by the school for messing around with AO relationships.

And the one who caught him back then was none other than Song Yize.

A bad feeling crept up in Song Yize’s heart. Li Yiming had claimed he would focus on studying in his third year, but some people just couldn’t change their ways.

That Omega wouldn’t be…

Without hesitation, Song Yize immediately ran toward the infirmary.

No matter who that Omega was, if Li Yiming was up to something again, he had to stop it.

He rushed to the infirmary, pushed open the door, and saw Li Yiming standing far too close to an Omega, his smile carrying a hint of flattery.

And the person sitting on the clinic bed was Ning Xi.

At that moment, a surge of indescribable emotions rolled through Song Yize’s heart, like waves crashing one after another, pressing heavily against his chest.

But what he hadn’t expected was that Ning Xi’s first reaction was to run straight toward him.

Those beautiful eyes looked up at him as Ning Xi kept explaining why he hadn’t shown up, earnestly hoping he wouldn’t be angry.

Song Yize admitted that his heart softened in that instant.

He had been slightly bothered by Ning Xi standing him up, but suddenly, he felt relieved.

It’s okay, it wasn’t on purpose.

He didn’t leave on purpose.

That was enough.

“Hey, Yize.” Ning Xi tugged at Song Yize’s sleeve again. “I’m asking you, how did you know I was here?”

Song Yize’s lips seemed to curve slightly as he replied in a calm and gentle tone, “I just happened to come to buy some medicine.”

“What’s wrong? You’re not sick, are you?” Ning Xi asked with concern.

There was no way his bad luck had transferred to the protagonist, right?

That would be way too tragic for Song Yize.

“I’m fine.”

Song Yize spoke and, without thinking, reached out and patted Ning Xi’s head twice.

The touch between his palm and the top of Ning Xi’s head created a strange sensation. His ebony and citrus pheromones spread steadily around Ning Xi as if soothing him.

Dressed in his school uniform, the slightly oversized fabric still couldn’t conceal the Alpha’s superior width of his shoulders and the trim lines of his waist—only making the young man before Ning Xi appear even more clean and comfortable.

Ning Xi’s heartbeat suddenly skipped.

Ai.

What was happening?

Maybe it was because he had never been patted on the head like this before, but Song Yize’s touch actually made Ning Xi feel a bit flustered.

“Li Yiming didn’t do anything to you, did he?” Song Yize’s voice was soft, but every word was clear.

Ning Xi snapped out of his daze and asked, “Who is Li Yiming?”

Song Yize felt relieved. This little fool didn’t even know who Li Yiming was.

“Ah, you mean that guy from earlier?” Ning Xi scratched his head and said, “Hmm, let me think ah… Oh, I think he asked me what my pheromones smelled like.”

As he spoke, Ning Xi turned his head slightly and sniffed his own arm, but he didn’t seem to smell anything.

So, he stretched his arm out toward Song Yize and said, “I’m not really sure myself. Why don’t you smell it and see?”

Song Yize: “.”

Song Yize felt that his Ning Xi was truly clueless, not only naive but also completely lacking in common sense.

“Hmm?” Ning Xi stretched his arm forward.

However, when he saw that Song Yize didn’t respond for half a day, he didn’t continue to trouble him.

He pulled his arm back, leaned forward with a grin, and said, “Then, should we add each other on WeChat?”

Looking at this Omega smiling like a little fool, Song Yize suddenly recalled what Zhang Qiang had mentioned that morning—the newly transferred sweet Omega who wanted to add him on WeChat.

An inexplicable sense of irritation arose within him, and Song Yize asked, “Do you ask for other people’s WeChat this casually?”

Ning Xi: “?”

He thought Song Yize was saying his approach was too informal, so after a brief hesitation, he said, “Then… next time, should I bring two fruit baskets or buy a bouquet of flowers before asking for your WeChat?”

Song Yize was now certain. This kid was a bit of an airhead.

“Aiya, come on, just give it to me.” Ning Xi said, “Look, I still owe you 50 cents, right? Just add me on WeChat, and I’ll transfer it to you, okay?”

Song Yize was silent for a moment before replying, “…Alright.”

Ning Xi was overjoyed. He quickly said, “Great. Let me find a piece of paper. I’ll write my WeChat ID down for you…”

Ning Xi hadn’t even finished speaking when he saw Song Yize pull a phone out of his pocket, unlock it, and open WeChat. “Do you want to scan me, or should I scan you?”

“…”

“？”

“You brought your phone ah.”

“I brought my phone ah.”

“You’re actually allowed to bring your phone ah?”

“? Why can’t I bring a phone?”

Ning Xi suddenly had the feeling that a studious didi was about to be led astray, addicted to playing on his phone, neglecting his studies, and ruining his academic future.

He said bitterly, “A didi like you, who studies so well and is so diligent—how can you bring a phone to school ya?”

“You really like calling me didi ah, gege.” Song Yize replied.

Ning Xi: “…”

Maybe people who had taken the college entrance exam just naturally held high schoolers to stricter standards.

Even if one wasn’t qualified to talk like that to people in the first place.

Ning Xi sighed. “…I’ll scan you.”

He pulled out his phone, opened WeChat, and scanned Song Yize’s QR code.

A contact profile popped up on the screen.

A cartoon cat avatar with the username “Miao.”

Ning Xi: “…”

He stared at the profile, uncertain. “This is you?”

Song Yize glanced at it and nodded.

“Mm, it’s me.”

Damn.

Ning Xi silently marveled to himself.

This didi was really a mensao.

What kind of high school boy used a cartoon cat as his profile picture and had a WeChat name like “Miao”!

“Okay.” Song Yize added Ning Xi on WeChat and put his phone back into his pocket.

Seeing Ning Xi’s odd expression, he asked, “What? Is there a problem?”

“No, no, no.” Ning Xi quickly shook his head.

How could he dare to have a problem ah?

You’re the male lead, so you’re always right.

Maybe this was that gap moe that girls loved so much?

Ya, it was a little scary.

Song Yize lifted his eyelids slightly, his pale-colored eyes drooping gently.

That was when Ning Xi noticed a small mole on the cartilage of his ear.

His hair, neither too short nor too long, happened to leave his ears uncovered. The sharply defined ear structure, paired with that tiny mole, created a stark contrast against his cold and delicate features—making him both reserved and seductive, proper yet wicked.

Like a true Sven scum.

“You don’t look like the type who would bring a phone to school,” Ning Xi voiced his honest thoughts.

“Is that so?” Song Yize replied. “Then what kind of person do you think I am?”

“Good at studying, a little arrogant, always serious, doesn’t talk much, has a cold face that doesn’t show any expression…” Ning Xi pondered for a moment. “But a really good guy.”

That was the third good guy card.

Song Yize’s lips curled up slightly in resignation.

“Stay here and rest properly.” Seeing that Ning Xi seemed quite energetic, Song Yize added, “At this hour, the cafeteria is probably out of food. I’ll get you a sandwich—just make do with that for now.”

Ning Xi didn’t stay any longer and nodded his head obediently.

Song Yize brought Ning Xi a sandwich and some milk but was soon called away by the competition team’s teacher.

The late July sun blazed outside, its golden light dazzling, while the intermittent cries of cicadas filled the summer air with noise and vibrance.

Beyond the window stretched an expanse of azure sky, dotted with fluffy white clouds.

The faint scent of ebony wood and citrus still lingered in the air—light, fresh, dry, and gentle.

Ning Xi rubbed his nose, admitting to himself that it smelled really good.

Seeing that there were no teachers in the infirmary, he took out his phone and changed the nickname for Song Yize in WeChat to “Mensao Didi.”

For some reason, he then opened the chat and sent a message:

[Student Xiao Xi: The sandwich was delicious.]

[Student Xiao Xi: [Thank you.JPG]]

To his surprise, the reply came instantly:

[Mensao Didi: Mm.]

Sigh, sure enough.

Staring at that completely emotionless “Mm,” Ning Xi could practically picture Song Yize’s deadpan expression while typing it.

Just as he was about to close his phone, another two messages popped up from the other side.

The afternoon breeze brushed through the treetops, causing the branches and leaves to sway slightly.

[Mensao Didi: Right]

[Mensao Didi: Your pheromone is peppermint and white tea.]