MWITA CH4
Song Yu stood at the end of the central courtyard corridor, his peripheral vision catching Song Ke and his special assistant walking towards them.
“Didn’t I just take one of your proposals? You’re not going to be that petty, are you?”
Song Ke was a year older than Song Yu, also an alpha, and bore a three or four-point resemblance to Song Yu. However, his bone structure was more angular, his hair darker, tending towards brownish-yellow, and his premature indulgence in alcohol and women had left his eyes looking listless.
This younger brother had been too perfect since childhood, unlike a normal person. He couldn’t compare to him in either appearance or ability. Growing up under such pressure, he constantly wanted to suppress the other, to make him experience the feeling of being surpassed.
Now their positions had finally reversed!
Song Yu raised a hand to dismiss the nearby guards, his fingers suddenly clenched, and he punched Song Ke in the face.
The sudden turn of events left Song Ke no time to prepare, and he was thrown to the ground!
“Your Highness!” The special assistant tried to help him up, accidentally meeting Song Yu’s gaze, and instantly froze, unable to move.
Even without releasing pheromones, a single look made him tremble uncontrollably.
Song Ke was stunned by the blow, covering his face as he struggled to stand, screaming in disbelief: “Song Yu! Are you crazy?!”
They had always had a strained relationship since childhood, but their rivalry was always covert. They had never openly fallen out, much less engaged in a brawl in a semi-public setting like this.
Song Yu grabbed his resisting hand and pulled it towards himself, forcefully kneeing him in the stomach, then lifting his leg and kicking him several meters away. His movements were swift, decisive, and brutal.
“You’re right. I’m not only petty, I also hold grudges. If you dare to steal my things, you should have expected this day.”
The special assistant’s mind went blank with terror. He had expected that the Second Prince’s visit today wouldn’t be good, but he never imagined that the other party would directly resort to violence, and that the First Prince would be utterly defenseless against him!
“Why are you just standing there! Call for help!” Song Ke clutched his stomach, too pained to stand up from the ground, “Grab this madman—”
Before he could finish, his hair was yanked from behind, forcing his head back. He heard Song Yu’s low voice next to his ear: “If I want to kill you, no one can protect you.”
The casual tone carried undisguised killing intent, like a bucket of ice water poured over his head. Song Ke’s heart contracted sharply, his brain exploded with a loud bang, and his hands, propped on the ground, shook like a sieve.
He believed that Song Yu truly wanted to kill him.
On the second day of the opening ceremony, rumors about Rong Shi spread throughout the entire military academy.
There were all sorts of claims, like him being useless or having cheated to get in. There were even rumors that Rong Shi’s speech had caused extreme dissatisfaction among high-ranking military officials, leading the school to hold an emergency meeting to discuss whether to revoke Rong Shi’s position as freshman chairman.
Inside the Dean’s Office—
“The top scorer in the entrance exam serving as freshman chairman, that’s our school’s tradition, never been broken.” Qian Fan leaned back on the sofa, holding a thermos cup, looking at Rong Shi who sat opposite him. “Someone suggested revoking it, but I firmly opposed it. Do I not know if your entrance exam results were cheated? With your ability, being this chairman is more than enough!”
Rong Shi had been caught by Qian Fan in the office again while just stepping out for a meal. His expression was calm: “I’ve let down your trust.”
He didn’t look like he was there to be lectured, but rather to chat over tea.
Seeing Rong Shi’s “dead pig lying flat, curse me all you want” attitude, Qian Fan lost his temper.
This student was truly handsome, and truly stubborn. Why couldn’t he have an optimistic and positive outlook on life? Why was he thinking about marrying at just a teenager? Couldn’t he wait until after thirty?
Qian Fan placed the thermos cup on the coffee table in front of him, leaned forward, and whispered: “Rong Shi, are you facing any difficulties in life? Tell me, I’ll help you find a way! You have a long life ahead of you, don’t lose confidence!”
Rong Shi refilled his thermos cup and put it back in its original place: “Should I be removed?”
“With me here, how can they just remove you?” Thinking of those who were stomping their feet in the meeting, Qian Fan scoffed, “It was finally decided that the new training results would be the new evaluation standard. If you’re still first this time, then no one can question a single word!”
“New training” referred to the freshman intensive training, which in regular schools would be an entrance exam plus military training.
At the Central Military Academy, new training results were an important indicator for evaluating student quality, directly affecting subsequent class and resource allocation.
New training consisted of a written exam and a practical assessment, accounting for 30% and 70% of the total score, respectively. It typically began on the third day after the opening ceremony, which was tomorrow.
Every year, some students would transfer because they couldn’t adapt to the high-intensity assessment. This was also the last chance the military academy gave students to choose; to stay, they had to accept inhumane training.
Students in the bottom 5% of scores would be deemed unsuitable for military service and would be forcibly transferred to the Central Comprehensive University.
Rong Shi: “Just remove me. I’ll be very busy next, I won’t have time.”
The student council held significant power, possessing the right to formulate student-related rules and regulations, and to manage all military facilities within the campus. If the military academy were a country, the freshman chairman would be half a king.
Anyone who could apply to the military academy fantasized about becoming the freshman chairman and enjoying the superiority of being the center of attention.
But for Rong Shi, being in the chairman’s position made him too obvious a target. He didn’t know when they would target him again.
Qian Fan could hardly believe it. How many people were green with envy, eagerly waiting for him to fall from the top of the pyramid, yet he was just going to jump down himself!
“What are you busy with? Taking civil service exams or getting married?” Qian Fan asked exasperatedly.
“…” Rong Shi looked behind him, stood up, and nodded, “Professor Qin.”
Qian Fan sneered: “Don’t think you can use the same trick to change the subject!”
“What’s wrong, so angry?”
Hearing the voice, Qian Fan suddenly looked over. His husband had actually arrived.
As the person appeared, 01’s mechanical voice sounded in Rong Shi’s mind.
[Qin Lin, 78 years old, alpha, Academician of the Imperial Central Biological Research Institute, expert in pheromone fields, partner Qian Fan—]
Qin Lin placed the thermos pot he brought on the table, smiling kindly: “You must be Xiao Shi, right? I made some soup; come have some too.”
Qian Fan’s previously sour face changed. He told Rong Shi to come sit down while he went to get bowls and chopsticks.
Rong Shi helped Qin Lin open the lid of the thermos pot, then suddenly thought of something and asked: “Do you think there can be two people with 100% pheromone matching in this world?”
Qin Lin was a little surprised by such a question and replied with a smile: “Theoretically, yes, but the probability is one in a quintillion. A person lives for only a few hundred years and can meet at most tens of millions of people. Unless there’s external intervention, even if they exist, they won’t meet.”
The Imperial population was vast. Even though alphas and omegas only accounted for 20% of the total population, there was still no population crisis.
After the laws and regulations mandating forced matching by smart brains were abolished a millennium ago, related intelligent programs had long been discarded.
Since the probability was so low, how did those people find an omega who was 100% compatible with him? And that omega’s pheromones could even subtly control him in return.
Rong Shi: “Are 100% matched partners more easily influenced by each other? Like when an omega is in heat, will the alpha uncontrollably act according to the omega’s commands?”
The bag in Qin Lin’s hand suddenly dropped to the ground. He bent down to pick it up, smiling as he said: “In AO relationships, alphas hold absolute dominance; it’s impossible for them to be controlled by omegas at any time. Are you very interested in this?”
Rong Shi didn’t miss the momentary stiffness on his face. When Qin Lin looked at him, he lowered his gaze and fiddled with the thermos pot: “I’m looking for a wife, so I want to understand more.”
Qian Fan happily brought over bowls, just in time to hear this remark, and was half-dead with anger again.
Academic Star East District Spaceship Landing Pad—
Song Yu, wearing sunglasses that covered half his face, walked through the spacious hall, causing a considerable stir.
“Wow, the enthusiasm of these brothers and sisters is comparable to those in Imperial Capital Star.” Qin Luo pulled down his sunglasses, scanned the crowd, and put them back on. “Your face is really popular everywhere. Even covered like this, you still make them scream.”
Song Yu ignored everything around him, saying indifferently: “Go get the car.”
Qin Luo’s terminal swiped past the sensor at the main gate. As they walked out, a new pure black hovercar just happened to land in front of them.
The two got into the car. Qin Luo set the flight route, glanced at the rearview mirror, and still felt it was unreal.
They had actually come to Academic Star to study.
Recalling yesterday’s events, he was still trembling with fear.
When he and the special assistant arrived after dealing with the servant’s body, they just happened to see a group of royal guards surrounding Song Yu and Song Ke. Song Ke was lying on the ground, his face covered in blood, and Song Yu was grabbing his hair and repeatedly smashing his head against the ground.
If anyone else dared to cause trouble in the palace, they would have been shot dead long ago, but it was the Second Prince who was doing the beating! The royal guards wouldn’t dare to intervene. In the end, it was people sent by the King who persuaded Song Yu to stop.
Before being invited away by the King, Song Yu still arrogantly threw out a line: “Don’t let me see you again. Every time I do, I’ll beat you.”
At that time, he thought the sky was falling. He frantically ran to his old man to discuss countermeasures, so anxious he didn’t sleep all night.
But nothing bad happened. The next morning, the King approved Song Yu’s transfer application with two conditions: first, he had to accompany him as a study partner, and second, he couldn’t reveal his princely identity. If he did, he had to return to the palace immediately.
After the car drove off, Qin Luo casually chatted: “You’re too ruthless. My old man said Song Ke broke three ribs, fractured his right hand, and had a moderate concussion. He’ll be in the healing pod for half a month.”
Talking about this, he felt completely relaxed, and the dimples on his cheeks deepened.
Song Yu took a book from his backpack and casually flipped through it on his lap: “Weakling, can’t take a hit.”
Qin Luo glimpsed “The Secret of Time in Quantum Physics” printed on the book cover and couldn’t help but stare blankly. He was probably the only one who treated physics as leisure reading, right?!
“But we’ll have to endure for a while now.”
The First Prince, having been beaten so badly, would definitely not let it go. They were far away on Academic Star and couldn’t control the situation on Imperial Capital Star in real time, so they could only try their best not to give the other party any reason to fault them.
Song Yu’s gaze swept over the complex formulas: “Who said I was going to endure?”
Qin Luo was stunned, “Then why are you here?”
Song Yu: “To play.”
Qin Luo: “…” You’re something else.
Rong Shi had just walked out of the office building when a hand landed on his shoulder. He tilted his head to look, and 01’s voice sounded in his mind.
[Chen Chen, 34 years old, beta, your adjutant and Deputy Commander of the First Legion, Colonel rank—]
“Hello, Chairman Rong.” The young man extended his hand to him, his eyes curving into a smile, “I’m Chen Chen, a second-year student from the Command Department.”
Rong Shi shook his hand: “Rong Shi.”
“It’s hard to find someone in the entire military academy who doesn’t know you now,” Chen Chen said, his personality outgoing and a bit overly familiar.
“I like brothers like you who dare to speak the truth,” he said in a hushed voice, “What era is this? Still going on about ‘loyal to the country’? Who would willingly be loyal to others? We’re not fools, isn’t just getting by better?”
Rong Shi listened to the noisy voice in his ear, picturing this guy being riddled with holes while shielding him. His voice was slightly dry: “Yes, just getting by is pretty good.”
On the way to the dorms, they passed by Restaurant No. 16. This area was close to the military and political departments, and the food here was on the sweeter side, always a favorite among omegas.
Just as they were about to walk past, they were surrounded by a group of older omega students.
“Little Brother Shi, come eat with us.”
“Damn! Even handsomer up close! Do you have a partner?”
“Do I look gentle enough? Do I meet your wife standards?”
Rong Shi had two people he couldn’t handle: his mentor Qian Fan, and his younger brother Mianmian, both omegas.
Coupled with his past experience of being harmed, he was now a bit allergic to omegas.
Even talkative Chen Chen was swallowed up by the crowd. Seeing the situation becoming increasingly out of control, Rong Shi calmly said: “I like alphas.”
The crowd was silent for a moment, then erupted in an even more violent outcry.
“Nonsense, we don’t believe you.”
“Hahahahaha, he’s flustered, so cute.”
“Which alpha do you like? Point him out to us.”
Rong Shi’s gaze swept across the crowd, his peripheral vision catching a flash of gold. He looked over in that direction and, seeing it was an alpha, breathed a sigh of relief.
He raised a hand and pointed, almost without thinking: “Someone like that, both beautiful and captivating, that’s what I like most.”
Song Yu had finally found the restaurant but hadn’t even stepped inside when he heard this provocative remark, especially since the person was pointing at his face, making it hard to ignore.
He stopped, looking across the crowd.