Thorn Empire Omega Academy held its once-a-week tea gathering day, on which students from the academy’s two divisions would gather in the greenhouse garden for harmonious and friendly exchange.

At present, with the Thorn Empire’s ABO population ratio having reached 1:8:1, most of the students qualified to study at the state-run Omega Academy would, after graduation, become the partners of some powerful noble.

Their future lives were destined to be spent drifting between various madams’ tea parties to pass the time, and thus the academy’s tea gathering day became a venue for these “prospective madams” to practice madam diplomacy in advance.

Inside the glass garden enclosed by green hedges bloomed thousands of kinds of flowers. Tables and chairs were placed among the staggered floral plants, while sweet pastries and tea drinks were continuously brought over by lower-grade students dressed in white school uniforms.

The student uniforms of the Omega Academy’s two divisions were both white; the only difference lay in the embroidered patterns on their chests—roses and irises.

The students seated in this garden all had roses embroidered on their chests. Most of them had attractive features and noble, elegant temperaments, the sort of young men and women whose wealthy origins were obvious at a glance.

As for the other group of students who had just walked through the floral archway, their temperaments appeared far more modest, as low-key as the half-bloomed purple irises embroidered on their chests.

This clear divide in temperament existed solely because the former came from noble or wealthy families, while the latter were premium picks selected from commoners and state-run orphanages.

Even today, with the imperial noble system having continued for a thousand years, the class gap between nobles and commoners still existed.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, the Rose Division students stopped talking one after another and lifted their heads to look at the late-arriving Iris Division students.

Almost everyone’s gaze unconsciously fell on the tall figure at the very front.

Yan Qiongyu, seventh-year grade head of the Iris Division.

He had a conspicuously tall build for an Omega, as well as a beautiful appearance that moved the heart—bright eyes and a gentle smile, looking as though he had stepped straight out of the Empire’s standard Omega promotional slogan.

Aside from his superior looks and temperament, his genetic level was as high as 3S, making him the teachers’ most prized creation at the Omega Academy—perfect and expensive.

If he were an Alpha, a high level like 3S would mean that he might one day become a general leading a legion, or even rise as a newly emerged great noble.

But he was an Omega, and thus could only become a womb to nurture high-caliber children, the best possible showpiece placed in a noble household.

“Grade Head Yan, why are you so late?” an apple-faced girl sitting on a chair said with a smile.

Beside her, a phoenix-eyed boy holding a teacup let out a light chuckle and said, “You were probably delayed by the matter of being selected as a partner. So, how is it, have you chosen yet? With such a high level as yours, you must have picked a high-level Alpha.”

In the eyes of the circle of Rose Division students seated around them all flowed the same sense of superiority and mockery.

Students at the Omega Academy generally had to begin choosing partners upon reaching eighteen. First, an engagement would be set, followed by two years of “madam education,” with the engagement completed at age twenty.

Yan Qiongyu had just turned eighteen today and had just had his engagement settled.

By rights, only a few academy teachers should have known about this matter at present, but judging from the situation, the Rose Academy students had learned of his fiancé early on, and looked down greatly upon that fiancé, which was why they revealed such disdainful and regretful expressions.

Although the Empire’s Omega Protection Act stated that they had the right to choose partners, in reality this right belonged only to noble Omegas. Commoner students like those in the Iris Academy basically only had the option of being chosen, and even Yan Qiongyu was no exception.

Taking his seat opposite the Rose Division students, Yan Qiongyu raised his head, his smile flawless. “The fiancé has already been chosen. Thank you for your concern.”

Seeing that he showed not the slightest disappointment and looked the same as ever, several youths felt disappointed and pursed their lips. Still, someone picked up the topic and pressed on relentlessly. “Grade Head Yan, you still haven’t said whether you’re satisfied with that fiancé of yours.”

Yan Qiongyu softly thanked the lower-grade student who brought him tea and pastries, then turned to the speaking student. Under the gazes waiting to enjoy the spectacle, he answered without a drop of water leaking through, “The fiancé I chose myself—I’m naturally very satisfied.”

Someone couldn’t help but sneer. “Then your taste is really strange, passing up all those A-level and S-level ones who pursued you, and choosing a C-level waste… a C-level Alpha.”

The word “waste” was spoken halfway before being hurriedly swallowed back.

Even if he really was a waste, ordinary nobles still wouldn’t dare say it outright to his face.

Yan Qiongyu seemed as though he had not heard the discourtesy from the opposite side, and still sincerely explained, “My fiancée, Miss Wang Luan, has a very good temperament. Being able to become her partner, I feel very gratified.”

“Moreover, I have always felt that genetic level does not represent a person’s value.”

Even Yan Qiongyu himself felt irony toward these words in his heart, let alone the other students who heard them.

“All right then, as long as Grade Head Yan likes it, that’s for the best,” the apple-faced girl said with a beaming smile.

They had all received the news early and knew exactly what was going on. Wang Luan—the one who had been fortunate enough to be born into the great noble Wang family, becoming the only Alpha of the Wang family in this generation, yet unfortunate enough to be only C level.

She was simply a joke within the noble circle.

Her father, the Wang family head, was an S-level Alpha, and her mother was also an S-level Omega, yet the child born of these two had a genetic level of only C.

The minimum level for enrollment at the Imperial Military Academy was B, which meant that this Wang family miss was basically a useless Alpha. Her physique and mental strength might not even compare to an ordinary Beta’s, and even operating a mecha in battle would be a struggle.

If not for the fact that this generation of the Wang family was withering in descendants, and the family head could not produce another Alpha no matter what, she probably would have been abandoned long ago… and now she was more or less already abandoned.

The Wang family choosing Yan Qiongyu as her fiancée was obviously only because they wanted them to try to produce a child with high aptitude. Even if one party was C level, the other was an extremely rare 3S level—perhaps that could pull the level up.

This was the reason the Wang clan had used its power to snatch away Yan Qiongyu, this highly sought-after Omega, ahead of time.

The Omegas who had once secretly regarded Yan Qiongyu as a future competitor had already removed him as a threat in their hearts, feeling unfortunate for his future yet unable to resist a sense of schadenfreude. No matter how outstanding he was, marrying a waste meant his future was already set.

Everyone knew that Omegas relied on Alphas, and their status also depended on their Alpha.

And as for Wang Luan—aside from her background, everyone knew she had no other merits to speak of.

That day’s tea gathering exchange was especially lively because of Yan Qiongyu’s selection of a fiancée. Those Rose Division students who usually did not speak to him for various reasons all lowered themselves to come and express their regret to him.

Yan Qiongyu did not mind the overt and covert mockery from the Rose Division students, nor did he mind the worry and confusion of the Iris Division juniors. Just like every other day, he finished his coursework, returned to his dormitory, sat by the window, picked up a book, and quietly began to flip through it.

Every movement, even every expression, was flawless. Even when he was alone, he did not reveal the slightest bit of negative emotion.

This was only natural—after all, he had been disguising himself like this for more than ten years.

What was more, the words he said at the tea gathering were not a lie. Wang Luan truly was his own choice.

All Alphas were arrogant, conceited idiots—stupid, laughable pigs. Yan Qiongyu could very well have chosen those high-level Alphas who had expressed interest in him, but the thought of having to get along long-term with those fools who believed themselves irresistibly charming, being regarded by them as property to show off, truly made him feel displeased.

From childhood to now, Yan Qiongyu had always been very clear about what he wanted. In order to achieve his goal, he needed an Alpha. The other party needed to have a decent status, and preferably be somewhat cowardly—at the very least, not like some peacock with a bald tail, eager to show off.

Yan Qiongyu had only briefly met Wang Luan once, and was very satisfied with that girl’s weakness and controllability.

His slender fingers turned a page, tapping lightly on the pristine white paper printed with black ink. Beneath his thumb was a line of text: The influence of genetic level on emotional dependence tendencies between AOs…

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In the Wang family residence on the Imperial Capital Star, within a detached courtyard located on the central axis, Wang Luan sat at the entrance of the bathroom.

Just a bathroom, yet it was more than twice the size of her home before transmigration. The faint, elegant fragrance in the air was refreshing to the senses, and it was so luxurious and clean that it hardly resembled a bathroom at all.

But at this moment, Wang Luan could not muster even the slightest interest in this high-end interior design style.

Her eyes were already dead, her hands clasped together as she endured, silently staring at the hanging painting on the wall ahead.

She knew that sooner or later she would use that thing, but she truly could not accept that there was now an extra organ on her body. Pardon her bluntness—it was ugly! Truly ugly!

In the end, she still slowly stood up and walked into the bathroom, then ten minutes later walked out with a numb expression, wiping her hands.

No matter how many times she looked, she still couldn’t accept it, and even wanted to cut it off… She already felt disgusted seeing this thing on someone else’s body, let alone on her own. For a Blue Planet woman who had been perfectly ordinary just a day ago, how unbearably hard it was to accept having an extra organ she didn’t want on her body.

She would never again have that kind of worldly desire. Wang Luan’s face was filled with despair toward the new world.