She Was Now Like a Baboon That Had Blundered Into a Troop of Monkeys
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Most children of the Thorn Empire complete their basic education at eleven or twelve and then enter higher academies. Wang Luan entered the Gongyi Academy at eleven, and only a few days after the semester began, she was bullied.
At that time, Wang Luan still harbored some unrealistic longing toward her father, expecting that once he learned of this matter, he would stand up for her.
With that bit of hope in her heart, she gathered her courage and went to the Wang family head to tell him about being bullied.
She had only just been admitted to a Gongyi Academy, and the Wang family head was precisely at the point where he felt the most annoyed and disappointed in her. Hearing that she could not even handle such a trivial matter, that she had been at school only a short while and was already crying and complaining, wholly unlike an Alpha, he felt utterly disgraced, cursed her as useless, and directly cut the communication.
From then on, Wang Luan became even more silent and timid, never daring to make a sound no matter how she was bullied.
If not for the fact that she still carried the identity of the only Alpha of this generation of the Wang family, she would have long been bullied to death.
The original body did not dare to complain from the very beginning, afraid that her father would be even more disappointed and scold her; later on, she had already grown accustomed to enduring those “jokes.”
But the current Wang Luan did not have the original body’s complex thoughts and emotions.
Since the only value she had now was this, then she should make good use of it. She was very clear that the Wang family head wanted to use her for breeding; at a time like this, he would not leave her unattended.
By the time Butler Wang rushed over at top speed with people in tow, that group of prank-playing Alphas was still in shock. The coward who had been bullied for several years without a reaction had suddenly grown bold, dared to complain, and had actually found someone to back her up.
A group of Alphas led by Yang Junzhen, the eldest young master of the declining aristocratic Yang family, all had their families contacted.
When they were taken away in disgrace, Yang Junzhen, feeling that he had lost a great deal of face, shot Wang Luan a fierce glare, a threat of “this isn’t over” flickering in his eyes.
As for Wang Luan, drenched all over, she was taken by the butler to the Wang family’s private hospital for an examination.
She had not been injured at all; earlier, claiming she was hurt had only been a lie to urge the butler to arrive faster. After the examination, facing the butler’s astonished, scrutinizing gaze, Wang Luan put on the appearance of a saw-mouthed gourd, passively cooperating.
If she could avoid speaking, she would not speak; if she could avoid reacting, she would not react.
With no problems found, Wang Luan soon returned to the Gongyi Academy. This time she smoothly entered her dormitory, and nothing troublesome happened along the way.
At this academy, there were quite a few students who disliked Wang Luan, and there were also many who, like Yang Junzhen, were waiting for a chance to make a fool of her.
Because of the previous incident of falling into the lake, the students who had been itching to teach Wang Luan a lesson all temporarily quieted down.
When Wang Luan went to the classroom, she only felt many knowledges cast upon her. Looking back, there was not a single friendly face.
“That’s her, that useless thing who got engaged to Yan Qiongyu.”
“Hmph, no matter how useless she is, she’s still from the Wang family. Other than the imperial family, who can compete with them?”
“Didn’t they say the Wang family head already gave up on her long ago?”
“What a pity, a 3S-grade Omega… I saw his photo last time on my cousin’s smart brain—he’s so good-looking. What a waste, letting this guy have him!”
The surrounding discussions made no attempt to avoid Wang Luan herself. She caught a bit of it and knew why today had turned out this way.
Yang Junzhen had secretly admired Yan Qiongyu of the Omega Academy for two years. With his status, it was impossible for him to become Yan Qiongyu’s partner. Yet in the blink of an eye, that useless classmate he looked down on had embraced the beauty because of her family background. What impulsive Alpha at this age could endure that?
They were all in their teens. Among the three Alpha academies, which Alpha who had ever harbored fantasies about Omegas had not thought of Yan Qiongyu?
This male-god-level Omega was extremely popular. Since last year, students from the three A schools had passionately speculated about who he would ultimately belong to. Now, anyone with even a slight information channel knew that the highest-level premium Omega had been matched with a nameless, useless Alpha.
They did not understand the entanglements of interests among the upper aristocracy. The students only saw the outcome—and that outcome was far too infuriating.
In just a single day, Wang Luan, who had already been jokingly called a “winner in life,” became the focus of all attention.
Wang Luan had no friends at school and always came and went alone. The classmates familiar with her all knew what kind of person she was, and they fully expected that, faced with all kinds of gazes, she would lower her head in fear and reveal a trembling, frightened appearance.
But those who wanted to take pleasure in her were all disappointed.
Sitting in the classroom waiting for the lesson to begin, Wang Luan showed no reaction at all to everyone’s malicious gazes. She was… constantly flipping through the textbook.
Wang Luan’s major was mecha manufacturing.
Like mecha piloting, mecha manufacturing also required the use of mental power. With Wang Luan’s C-grade mental power, even in mecha manufacturing she could only make low-grade mechas. Even so, Wang Luan still chose this mecha-related major.
Mechas were the dream of almost all Alphas. By nature they liked to fight, pursued strength and victory. Being able to pilot a mecha was merely the threshold; Wang Luan, who could not even step past that threshold, could only use this method to get a little closer to her dream.
Limited by her mental power, the current seventh-grade Wang Luan could only manufacture small mecha models and had never attempted to make large mechas.
From the inherited memories, it seemed the original body truly loved mecha manufacturing. Her foundational knowledge was very solid. In her memories, all that mecha-related knowledge was far clearer than her father’s face.
To distract herself, Wang Luan opened their textbook. She quickly found it interesting and began flipping through it according to her memories.
As for those gazes of envy and jealousy from the boys and girls around her, she ignored them all.
She was now like a baboon that had blundered into a troop of monkeys, carrying an air of incompatibility all her own.
After listening to lessons all afternoon amid the strange atmosphere, toward evening, the Wang family’s butler personally came to pick her up.
“Miss Luan’s arrangement for tonight is to have dinner together with your fiancé. The family head hopes that the two of you can become familiar as soon as possible, so it is tentatively set that you meet once every three days to cultivate feelings.”
Whether it was the Omega Academy or the Gongyi Academy, student management was fairly strict. Students were not allowed to leave campus at will without reason. But clearly, even school regulations had to bend to the wishes of nobles.
With a single sentence from the Wang family head, Wang Luan had to leave school every few days to go on dates with someone.
Drawing in a sharp breath, Wang Luan felt her heart go cold. The “fiancé” she had avoided for an entire day was being placed before her so quickly.
On the way to the restaurant, leaning against the car window, Wang Luan unwillingly let the three characters Yan Qiongyu—deliberately ignored for a long time—enter her mind.
The original body also knew of this publicly acknowledged Omega male god. But with her self-abasing personality, feeling she was unworthy of such a high-level Omega, Yan Qiongyu was in her mind only a shallow symbol. Aside from knowing that he was outstanding, she had no other understanding of him at all.
“Miss Luan, please. The 299th floor of this restaurant has already been reserved for you. Other than you and Young Master Yan, there will be no one else. I hope the two of you enjoy a pleasant dinner.”
The butler escorted her there and, smiling, gestured for her to go inside.
Glancing at the dozen or so bodyguards standing guard by the door—whether to protect her or to prevent her from escaping, who knew—Wang Luan gave a faint snort.
Well done. Driven up the mountain with no retreat.
Soft music played in the semi-open restaurant. The lighting elsewhere was dim and intimate; only one table by the window was brightly lit. There, a tall, upright figure was already seated.
Wang Luan’s steps were too heavy. As she drew near, that figure heard the movement and turned his head to look.
That side profile under the lights was dazzling to the extreme. If one had not seen it with their own eyes, it would be hard to imagine that such perfect contours could exist in real life.
“Miss Wang Luan.” The other party smiled and spoke, his voice as refined as his face.
To be able to draw her so much hatred, this man truly lived up to his reputation.
Wang Luan paused there for a moment.
She had indeed been shaken by this fiancé’s beauty, but she quickly remembered that this person was a man who could bear children. In the future, the two of them might even have intimate contact… intimate contact.
At that thought, no matter how beautiful the skin, it was useless. Goosebumps instantly rose all over her body, one wave after another, refusing to subside.
Yan Qiongyu, who had come in his most perfect posture, failed to receive the reaction he had expected.
That timid, cowardly future partner, upon seeing him, was neither overjoyed nor cautious—she… wore an undisguisable look of rejection, standing some distance away without coming closer.
If he had not seen wrong, there was clearly vigilance in her eyes as well.
Generally speaking, when an Alpha and an Omega were alone together, no matter how one looked at it, the one who should be vigilant ought to be the Omega—him—right?
Yan Qiongyu finally felt a bit of unexpectedness that lay outside his control.
What was going on?
Yan Qiongyu remained outwardly calm, his gaze growing even gentler and more harmless, and said softly, “Please, take a seat over here.”
Knowing that stalemating was useless, Wang Luan stiffly walked over and sat down.
She did not speak. Yan Qiongyu, without showing it, sized her up. Wang Luan was unexpectedly a little different from the photo in her file. Her bearing was not bad; the timid self-abasement he had seen from afar last time was gone. It was just that, for some reason, she looked somewhat dejected, lacking in spirit.
Her looks were delicate. Compared with Yan Qiongyu, she was ordinarily good-looking but without any particular distinguishing features. Her build was average, roughly the same as his. She lacked the aggressiveness most Alphas had, looking more like a Beta.
Between the two of them, someone had to break the stiff atmosphere. Yan Qiongyu raised his hand and lifted the cup in front of him, intending to tentatively start a conversation. Just as he reached out, he saw the Alpha opposite him shift backward a little, wanting to put more distance between them.
Having grown up relying on a flawless façade, Yan Qiongyu had received who knew how many Alphas’ pursuits and affections. This was the first time an Alpha not only felt nothing toward him, but so clearly rejected him.
Why?
Yan Qiongyu’s keen perception kicked in. After a moment’s thought, he decisively abandoned his previous plan, quietly sitting there and eating his own dinner with elegant posture, thoroughly composed and at ease.
Although unexpected, a bit of challenge was not bad either.
Under the relaxed air he deliberately created, Wang Luan gradually relaxed as well, overcoming that uncomfortable sensation of ants crawling all over her body. She slowly picked up the fork on the table and began to eat.
She ate for a while, then looked at Yan Qiongyu across from her, her mind a tangled mess.
Holding the most pessimistic attitude toward this “date,” Wang Luan finished her dinner. She had become a little accustomed to having a male Omega who could bear children sitting opposite her.
Noticing her gradual relaxation, Yan Qiongyu’s gaze seemed to casually sweep past the surveillance camera hidden above their heads in the darkness. Then he suddenly said in a low voice, “Miss Wang Luan, this is our first meeting. I am Yan Qiongyu.”
There was nothing wrong with this sentence, yet after he said it, Yan Qiongyu clearly saw a layer of goosebumps instantly rise on Wang Luan’s arm. When he looked up at her again, she avoided his gaze with an expression of discomfort and withdrew her hand.
The smile on Yan Qiongyu’s face stiffened slightly. “………………”
