Rong Shi had only smashed a shelf of medicine bottles, but Song Yu had completely emptied the entire lab, even tossing a bomb before leaving.

As the two walked out of Building 12, Rong Shi followed Song Yu into the maglev car: “Very skilled criminal methods.”

With a loud boom, the ground shook violently. Song Yu rubbed his forehead: “And where do you get off being so good?”

“Back to the dorm, or?” Qin Luo, in the driver’s seat, turned to ask.

Song Yu took off his thermal vision goggles and irritably loosened his collar: “You first, get out of the car.”

Qin Luo: “Why?”

Song Yu: “Too smelly.”

Qin Luo: “…”

Stimulated by that unknown medicine, Song Yu’s pheromones were emanating, and his senses became abnormally acute. Even a faint scent of an Alpha’s pheromones would make him extremely irritable.

Qin Luo opened the door aggrievedly, glancing at Rong Shi: “Then why doesn’t he have to get out?”

Song Yu: “He has no scent.”

“Well, I don’t have much of a scent either.” Qin Luo grumbled as he got out of the car. “It smells pretty good, not stinky at all.”

Rong Shi: “…”

After setting the navigation, Rong Shi activated autonomous driving.

Thinking of the medicine labeled H506, he turned and asked: “How did it feel then?”

Song Yu took off his gear and started changing clothes right in front of him.

“Like being seduced by an Omega in heat, damn it!”

Still angry, Song Yu took two deep breaths to calm down, then self-mockingly said: “Luckily it wasn’t a real Omega, otherwise it’d be hard to say if I could’ve maintained control.”

Perhaps it really was one. Rong Shi added mentally.

In his previous life, Song Yu had a fiancée. According to royal custom, she must have been a perfect match in family background and pheromones.

Yet, despite having a comforting partner and the highest level of medical support, his pheromones still rampaged, even to the point of needing gland removal.

The more he thought about it, the stranger it seemed.

Rong Shi: “Is the Omega you like from a prominent noble family?”

Halfway through pulling up his pants, Song Yu was suddenly asked such an inexplicable question. He turned his head to look at Rong Shi: “Why the sudden question?”

Rong Shi pretended to be casual: “You look like a prominent noble. The Omega you like should probably be from a similar circle.”

Song Yu sneered, “Good taste, but he’s not a noble.”

He then added in a low voice, as if thinking of something else: “He shouldn’t be.”

That meant, in his previous life, Song Yu didn’t marry the Omega he liked.

In the royal family, such things were normal, but for Song Yu, it was abnormal.

Rong Shi: “Under what circumstances would you marry someone you don’t like?”

After asking, he suddenly realized, isn’t it happening now?

Song Yu looked at him as if he were an idiot: “What do you think?”

Based on Rong Shi’s limited understanding of Song Yu, he possessed a ruthlessness rare for his age, let alone seven or eight years later.

In unfavorable situations, between being forced to accept and choosing actively, Song Yu would always choose the latter.

Since he chose to marry, he must have had a backup plan, not one that would lead to total defeat.

Either the intelligence from back then was wrong, or there was a hidden agenda.

But regardless, the Omega engaged to Song Yu was crucial.

If that Omega and Song Yu also had a near 100% match, then the framed incident in the previous life would be even more serious than he imagined.

Seeing Rong Shi staring at him, Song Yu put on his shirt, his long fingers working the buttons, fastening them one by one: “Had enough staring?”

His scattered thoughts reined in, Rong Shi casually replied: “Good physique.”

Song Yu said coolly: “Flattery won’t work. I won’t like you. Give up early.”

Rong Shi: “…”

This kind of misplaced confidence was quite fitting for his age.

It was past midnight when they returned to school, but there were still quite a few people lingering outside on campus.

The two walked towards the dorms as if nothing had happened, occasionally hearing hushed exclamations.

“Holy cow! They’re actually having a late-night rendezvous!”

“No hand-holding, no hugging, acting quite proper, but why does it smell like dog food?”

“So what do you want? For them to perform a public French kiss? Actually, that sounds quite stimulating.”

Qin Luo, walking behind the two: “…”

Am I dead? Back in the dorm, Rong Shi poured a glass of water and released 01: “Results?”

Several virtual windows appeared in mid-air.

[Preliminary testing indicates pheromone extract or mimetic pheromones. The components released by H506 show over 99.9% match with Song Yu’s pheromones.]

Mimetic pheromones were artificially synthesized pheromones, varying greatly in quality. Ordinary ones were similar to perfumes, while good quality ones were also used for medical assistance, having a certain aphrodisiac effect, but incomparable to real pheromones.

Given Song Yu’s aptitude, being affected to that extent was highly unusual.

Rong Shi: “Anything else?”

[Total of 212 bottles. Among them, L739 completely matches Lin Mo’s pheromones, and L783 completely matches Lin Dang’s pheromones.]

Rong Shi pulled up the two scanned medical records. The codes marked on them corresponded precisely to these two codes.

If the medicine bottle codes and people matched, then would the person corresponding to H506 also have a nearly 100% match with Song Yu?

Could it be his fiancée?

Rong Shi: “Can you find information on Song Yu’s fiancée?”

[He Nian, Omega, graduated from the Royal Academy with a degree in Philosophy, eldest son of the main branch of the prominent He family. At twenty-five, he had an engagement ceremony with the Second Prince, but broke up before officially registering the marriage. Due to psychological trauma, he later traveled the universe.]

Rong Shi played with the cup in his hand, lost in thought.

“No news of him afterward?”

[Information retrieved from all public information databases indicates he has indeed not reappeared, but this is not necessarily accurate.]

He needed to find a chance to visit Imperial Capital Star.

Rong Shi: “Are there any matches with my pheromones?”

[The highest is P103, with a 12% match. The others are lower and can be ignored.]

Speaking of match percentages, he remembered something else: “Has the log not been restored yet?”

[Relevant sections have been restored, but they involve core confidential information and require my dad’s iris to unlock for viewing. Even I can’t see them.]

Rong Shi: “…”

Rong Shi: “He’s your dad. What am I to you?”

[Gr-Grandpa? QuQ]

Rong Shi: “…………”

Before his accident, 01 was just an ordinary battle armor. Now it had many strange new functions.

Putting everything else aside, only four people in the entire Empire had the authority to open the pheromone match percentage program. Who exactly transplanted this program onto 01?

[Do you want to find my dad? (ω)]

Rong Shi: “Let’s put that aside for now, no rush.”

His foolish disciple wasn’t a resident of the Academy Star, so going to find him would be too much trouble.

Rong Shi took out the pills he had put back in his pocket.

He had originally planned to ask Little Cat for help with the testing, but since Song Yu had moved everything out, he might as well just ask him.

Returning to his bedroom, he put the medicine in a drawer, opened Star Wars, and logged into the game.

He had just found the fluffy white cat in the virtual community. Before he could even speak, he was dragged into the training room.

The little cat pressed on his shoulders, its voice urgent: “Who gave you that medicine? Have you taken it?”

“I didn’t take it.” Rong Shi patted his hand, “Still online so late, waiting for me?”

The little cat breathed a sigh of relief, nodding: “You scared me to death. You don’t know what kind of day I had.”

The two sat by the edge of the arena. Rong Shi said softly: “I made you worry.”

“If your friend doesn’t have a glandular disease, tell him not to take it.”

The little cat pulled up the analysis report and explained it in detail to Rong Shi: “This isn’t a legal medicine. Its components are highly similar to pheromone stimulants. A more detailed pharmacological report will take a few more days.”

Rong Shi listened carefully: “He does indeed have glandular hypoplasia, but I’m not entirely sure of the specific cause yet.”

Mianmian’s illness was congenital, from when his father was still alive.

He only knew that Mianmian and his dad had to take medicine regularly and had never doubted the source of those medicines.

“Don’t worry yet.” The little cat saw his low spirits and softly patted his rabbit paws with its squishy paw pads. “Wait for the detailed report. If a physical examination is needed, you can also tell me, and I’ll recommend a reliable doctor to you.”

Rong Shi stroked his furry head and said: “Luckily I have you.”

The little cat smiled: “Whatever it is, as long as you tell me, I can solve it.”

The cat’s ears wiggled, wearing an expression that clearly sought praise. It made Rong Shi’s heart melt: “Truly amazing.”

“Someone complimented my combat posture today,” the little cat leaned closer, their legs touching, “and said they wanted to be your disciple.”

The little cat got into a fight?

Rong Shi: “Then what?”

“Of course not.” The little cat snorted, “You’re my Master, and mine alone.”

Rong Shi chuckled at his antics, pulling him up and leading him to the center of the arena: “Since I’m your Master, today I’ll teach you another beautiful finishing move.”

Little cat: “…” Why did even the finishing move have to be beautiful?

The next morning, Rong Shi opened his dorm door and saw Song Yu.

Song Yu smiled: “Morning, Gege.”

Rong Shi closed the door: “In a good mood?”

The two walked out side by side.

Song Yu: “Of course, classes are so much fun.”

Rong Shi: “…” Woke up early to be silly all day?

In the classroom, a group of people were gathered, discussing.

Qin Luo loved gossip, and walked over in a few steps to listen: “What’s the news now?”

“You don’t know? I heard the 88th Military District Hospital exploded! Now they’re suspecting an enemy attack!”

“Silently invading Academy Star, that’s something. Will we get classes canceled?”

“You just want a holiday, right? Haven’t had enough fun this weekend?”

Rong Shi and Song Yu exchanged a brief glance, then walked straight to the back row and sat down.

The invasion of the laboratory: either it wouldn’t be discovered, or if it was, it would become a big deal. The bigger the scandal, the more beneficial it was for them.

Once the Academy Star military intervened, the other party wouldn’t dare to make any moves.

However, one thing bothered Rong Shi.

Why was no one on duty there at night? Were they too confident in their alarm system and AI patrols?

After finishing the practical analysis class in the afternoon, Qian Fan walked into the classroom.

“You’ve been enrolled for a month now. According to regulations, the first monthly exam will be held next Monday. The monthly exam will consist of a written assessment and a practical simulation assessment. Your ranking will directly affect your class placement. I hope everyone prepares well.”

He looked at Rong Shi and Song Yu, who were sprawled together in the back row, even their sleeping postures identical.

“Some people shouldn’t spend all their time dating. If your grades drop, don’t blame me for being ruthless and breaking up the lovebirds, understood?”

The two who were almost called out by name: “…”

Song Yu turned over and continued sleeping.

He had stayed up until 3 AM learning a beautiful finishing move last night, so he was very Mianmian.

Rong Shi remained motionless.

After teaching the little cat, he accidentally stayed up all night looking at data, so he was very Mianmian.

Everyone else: “…”

Big shots are big shots. Even their sleeping is remarkably stable.

Seeing Qian Fan’s anger, Qin Luo immediately raised his hand: “I heard you! I’ll faithfully relay it to the lovebirds!”

Qian Fan: “…”

Although first-year students weren’t divided by major, they had a monthly exam class placement system. Classes were reorganized each month based on monthly exam results.

The worse the grades, the worse the class placement, and the poorer the teaching staff, easily leading to a vicious cycle.

If grades didn’t meet standards when promoting to second year, they wouldn’t even be able to choose their preferred major.

Qian Fan’s simple statement put the entire first-year cohort into a battle-ready state. Even Lu Ming and Zhang Yi stopped causing trouble and buried themselves in training.

Except for Rong Shi and Song Yu.

After class on Friday, Rong Shi went to the kindergarten department to pick up Mianmian.

When he arrived, the school gate was already crowded with parents. A casual glance revealed several military school teachers.

“Hey, Rong Shi? Why are you here too?” an Omega standing next to him asked.

Rong Shi looked over, vaguely remembering a second-year political science teacher: “I’m here to pick up my little brother.”

“Your brother goes to school here?”

“What a good brother. How many years apart are you two?”

“Is it that ‘illegitimate child’ mentioned on the forum last time? So cute! What’s his name?”

Before the school gate even opened, Rong Shi was surrounded by a group of parents, listening to their rapid-fire questions.

A minute later, he closed his mouth, deciding to give up struggling.

The dismissal bell rang, and all the parents simultaneously looked towards the school gate, their eyes unblinking, afraid of missing their own children.

Rong Shi rubbed his aching forehead, also looking over.

Soon, a large group of children ran out of the teaching building, densely packed like ducklings out of a cage.

Seeing that the surrounding parents all found their children immediately, Rong Shi felt a blur of faces.

Why did all the little sprouts look so similar?

He maintained his composure on the surface, observing his surroundings with the greatest insight, just in case Mianmian also got confused and ran off with someone else.

It wasn’t until the main group had left that he confirmed Mianmian hadn’t come out yet.

He walked towards the junior class building, passing by the lawn, and found a suspicious little bean-sized child clinging to the corner of a wall, constantly peeking into Mianmian’s classroom.

Rong Shi walked over and poked the little bean’s shoulder.

The little bean swatted his hand away, not looking back: “Wait a moment.”

He poked again.

The little bean said impatiently: “I said wait a moment, just a moment!”

Rong Shi: “Who are you peeking at?”

The little bean’s cheeks trembled with fright. He slowly turned his head, only to see two legs.

He then tremblingly looked up, startled.

What a huge mountain.

Before Rong Shi could speak, 01’s voice sounded.

[Song Yang, Alpha, nickname Cola, a top-tier weapons expert rarely seen in the Empire for a century, born into a prominent noble family, heir to the Gu Group, the Empire’s largest arms dealer. Your personally accepted disciple.]

[Aww aww aww!!! It’s Dad!!!]

Rong Shi: “…”

This little dumpling was his disciple who grew up playing with machinery?

Only a decade or so earlier, how did even the species change?

01 quietly slipped out of the decorative buckle, transforming into a small bouncy ball, and waddled over to Cola’s feet, rubbing against him.

[Dad!! I missed you so much, waahhhh—I thought I’d never see you again—]

Cola looked at the ball rolling over and reflexively kicked it: “Where did this ball come from?”

01 crashed through a tree trunk and landed in the bushes, deceased.

Rong Shi: “…” Serves you right for fawning.

“Brother?”

Hearing the voice, Rong Shi looked at the junior class classroom. Mianmian walked out with his schoolbag.

“Are you Mianmian’s brother?”

The clumsy disciple, who had just been very wary, now had sparkling eyes. He stood on his tiptoes, trying hard to introduce himself: “My name is Cola, and I’m Mianmian’s roommate. You can rest assured and give (entrust) him to me!”

Rong Shi: “…” Dream on, little rascal.

Mianmian walked over: “Cola, isn’t your cousin coming to pick you up?”

Cola pouted: “How could he possibly be that punctual?”

“What bad things were you saying about me behind my back again?”

Hearing this voice, Rong Shi turned his head and saw Song Yu, as expected.

Song Yu was surprised: “What a coincidence?”

Rong Shi: “It’s a small world.”

Cola: “Gege, do you know Mianmian’s brother?”

Mianmian: “Yu Gege, so you’re Cola’s brother?”

Good. They all knew each other; no introductions were needed.

Rong Shi took Mianmian’s schoolbag, lifted him up with one arm, and asked in a low voice: “Did he bully you?”

Mianmian obediently shook his head.

Song Yu walked ahead with his hands in his pockets, his pants being tugged by Cola.

“I want a hug too!”

Song Yu bent down and tucked him under his arm, carrying him like a little piglet.

Cola struggled with all his limbs: “I want a hug like Mianmian’s!”

Song Yu: “Any more nonsense and you walk yourself.”

Cola thumped the ground with all four limbs, grumbling dejectedly: “This is fine, a man can be flexible.”

Song Yu mercilessly mocked: “Walking but still needing to be carried, what kind of man is that?”

Cola: “…”

Rong Shi glanced at his clumsy disciple, who was wilted like pickled vegetables, and was a little surprised.

This kid was also royalty.

On the way back, with each of them carrying a child, their heads turned a hundred percent.

Before dinner time, they were already on the forum’s homepage.

“Already on the second child in just one week! Is this the annihilation of humanity or the decay of morality, hey!”

“While you’re diligently preparing for the monthly exam, some people are already on their second child [lying flat]”

“Aaaahhah I’m dead! The second child is so cute too!”

“Indeed, the first child is raised like a book, the second is raised like a pig. You can tell from the way they’re held [dog head]”

The two were somewhat aware of their own virality. Taking the children to a restaurant might scare them.

Rong Shi carried Mianmian back to the dorm, and Song Yu naturally followed him in.

Rong Shi: “Why are you following me?”

Song Yu: “To eat.”

Rong Shi: “I didn’t prepare a portion for you.”

Song Yu: “Tell me what ingredients you need, I’ll buy them.”

Mianmian stood by Rong Shi’s feet, tugging his pant leg: “Gege, let Yu Gege and Cola stay for dinner. They don’t have food; it’s so pitiful.”

Cola was clever and tugged his other pant leg: “Gege, we’re very pitiful.”

Rong Shi: “…”

“Then pardon the intrusion.” Song Yu picked up Mianmian and, carrying Cola, settled onto the sofa to watch TV. The one big and two small ones had already arranged themselves in a pose of waiting for food.

Rong Shi: “…”

Five minutes later, Rong Shi brought over a large plate of fruit salad.

The two little ones cheered and huddled together to eat.

Song Yu: “Thanks for the treat.”

He forked a strawberry but before he could put it in his mouth, Rong Shi snatched it.

Rong Shi pulled him towards the kitchen: “That’s for them. You come help.”

Song Yu: “…”

With two children present, the dishes Rong Shi made were relatively bland.

After eating, Song Yu had planned to leave gracefully but was caught and made to wash dishes.

For a free meal, he completely lost his dignity.

He rolled up his sleeves and wiped a plate, sneering: “You’ll regret ordering me around someday.”

Rong Shi handed him a foamy plate: “Wipe it clean.”

Song Yu: “…”

Before he could even leave the kitchen after tidying up, Song Yu’s terminal rang. He swiped it open, and his expression subtly changed.

Rong Shi noticed his expression and tentatively asked: “Did the test results for those medicines come out?”

Seeing his interest, Song Yu gave a lazy smile: “Yeah, want to know?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Rong Shi: “Trading information for a meal, don’t you think that’s a good deal?”

“I made the meal myself, and I washed the dishes myself,” Song Yu sneered. “Want to see the test report? Beg me.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu was unyielding, and it looked like he was about to leave with the children.

Rong Shi stopped him, forced to resort to his killer move.

“Exchange information. I’ll teach you how to date an Omega.”

Song Yu paused, holding Cola, and turned his head, scrutinizing him with a doubtful look: “You? Can you?”

Rong Shi nodded without any hint of guilt: “Very well.”

Ten minutes later, the two younger ones sat at a small table doing their homework.

Rong Shi and Song Yu sat at the bar counter, reviewing a pile of medicine test reports.

The bottles Rong Shi had smashed could no longer be tested, but H506 had been preserved and was confirmed to be a mimetic pheromone.

However, Rong Shi was more concerned about the reports from the medicine section.

He quickly scrolled through hundreds of virtual windows, flipping to the very last one, and his heart sank.

The drug composition on this report was exactly the same as Mianmian’s medicine.

“This one isn’t from that lab.”

Before Rong Shi could think further, Song Yu pulled the report over.

Rong Shi asked subtly: “Not from that lab? Then where is it from?”

Song Yu: “A friend asked me to investigate it.”

Rong Shi’s hand clenched imperceptibly: “Friend?”

Seeing his persistent questioning, Song Yu looked over: “Yes, what about it?”

Noticing the wariness in his eyes, Rong Shi knew he had asked too much.

He picked up the water glass beside him and said in a steady tone: “Just curious. It’s strange that someone like you would have friends.”

He heard Song Yu’s cold laugh.

“We’re both the same, you know. Even if I don’t have friends, I have an Omega I like.”

Rong Shi’s motion of drinking water suddenly paused—

Author’s notes:

Bunny: Bunny brand ultimate move, essential for luring wives, everyone who’s used it says it’s great.

Little Cat: Bunny, did you just say something? The wind’s too strong, I didn’t hear clearly.

Bunny: No, didn’t say anything.