Every late-night conversation ended in discord.

Rong Shi opened the door, tilting his head to look at the Alpha who was drinking his coffee and still annoying him, the meaning clear.

Song Yu sat at the bar with his coffee cup, refusing to leave: “I haven’t finished my coffee yet. Is that how you treat guests?”

Rong Shi: “Do you need me to pack it for you?”

Song Yu’s hand paused, and he frowned: “How can you drink coffee if it’s packed?”

“Commoners aren’t so particular,” Rong Shi said flatly, “I’m going to sleep.”

Song Yu: “It’s not even 12 yet. What kind of old person’s schedule is that?”

Rong Shi couldn’t understand what this Crown Prince meant by running over late at night and refusing to leave.

Did he feel unsettled if his love rival didn’t provoke him a few times?

Rong Shi urged: “Are you leaving or not?”

Footsteps echoed from the corridor outside; students who had been out training at night were returning.

Every evening, the school’s training rooms would be open, and students could freely book sessions.

Diligent students would go almost every day, and even average students would go two or three times a week. Only Rong Shi and Song Yu, these two old slackers, had never gone.

Song Yu put down his cup and slowly walked over, “No matter what, I’m your husband. Can’t you be a little gentler with me?”

The footsteps in the corridor suddenly stopped.

Students with their arms around each other’s shoulders: “…”

Accidentally stumbled upon the big shots’ flirting scene?

Rong Shi was expressionless, his voice cold and clear: “If you stay any longer, I really won’t be able to be gentle.”

Students: “…”

Holy crap! What kind of late-night line is this? What gentle “good things” are you guys doing in your dorm every night?!

That night, the two once again made the forum’s front page over something trivial.

The post listed several instances of Rong Shi and Song Yu’s public flirting.

“Pair of As, can’t play.”

“Only a big shot can control it, right? It’s hard for a typical Alpha not to be attracted to an Omega’s pheromones, especially with high compatibility.”

“If pheromones repel each other and they’re still together, that must be true love.”

“As for who’s top and who’s bottom, is it decided by who wins a fight every day?”

“I’m really curious who’s top and who’s bottom (whispering).”

“I actually think they’re quite good this way. It’s hard to imagine what kind of Omega could match them.”

Failing to gather intelligence on the enemy, and getting no more information about Bunny, while also bickering with his love rival all night, Song Yu was exhausted.

He sat on his bed, holding the Bunny doll in one hand, and quoted the last comment, posting his first comment since transferring.

“Little Cat Can’t Eat Fish: A perfect Alpha like Song Yu, of course, can only be matched by a perfect Omega. What is Rong Shi?”

After clicking send and refreshing, he didn’t expect a whole string of replies, all cursing him.

“Why are you stepping on others in a true love thread?”

“Get out, you idiot who steps on others!”

“Get out! Don’t dirty this thread.”

“Rong Shi and Song Yu are true love!”

Song Yu: “…”

He sneered and quoted the last comment again.

“Little Cat Can’t Eat Fish: What true love? I’m setting a flag here. If they don’t divorce within half a year, Song Yu will change his surname to Rong.”

Upon refreshing, there was an even fiercer wave of curses below.

Anyway, since he couldn’t sleep, Song Yu argued alone against the masses, managing to push the original thousand-plus comments to over ten thousand.

Someone even created a special recruitment post.

Front Row Highlight! Crazy Anti-fan of Rong Shi Appears, ID: Little Cat Can’t Eat Fish, Location: True Love Thread. Let’s Tear Him Apart!

01, constantly monitoring the school network, detected this and immediately reported it to Rong Shi.

Rong Shi was considering whether to go to Star Wars and meet Little Cat, so he casually opened the forum and found the so-called “True Love Thread.”

His gaze lingered on Song Yu’s ID for two more seconds.

This is what young people call couple names? Childish.

One minute later, Little Cat Can’t Eat Fish’s flag-setting comment received a new reply.

“Little Cat Eats My Fish: Divorce within half a year is fine, but changing surname to Rong is completely unnecessary. What is Song Yu?”

This immediately drew countless curses again. Another recruitment post appeared on the front page.

Front Row Highlight! Another Crazy Anti-fan of Song Yu Appears, ID: Little Cat Eats My Fish. Brothers, let’s raid him!

Song Yu had cursed enough. He fell asleep, smelling the almost-fading scent from the bunny doll.

Before drifting off, he vaguely thought that he had smelled this scent elsewhere before.

After Rong Shi replied, he suddenly felt that engaging in a cursing match in the thread was beneath him.

[Master, should I delete your comment?]

“Forget it.” Rong Shi turned off his terminal. It was anonymous anyway; no one would know it was him.

At this moment, he never considered that this thread would record the entire process of him eating his words.

Lin Dang and Lin Mo’s medical examination reports were submitted to the political and educational office before Friday, and predictably, all indicators were normal.

Almost simultaneously, Rong Shi saw two other medical reports from Song Yu.

“Multiple hormones are severely elevated, and pheromone intensity is also abnormal,” Song Yu said, projecting the medical report enlarged into the air. “Especially Lin Dang, that pheromone curve is ridiculous.”

Rong Shi didn’t have extensive medical knowledge, but even a layman could see the abnormality in Lin Dang’s pheromone curve.

Normally, a healthy Omega’s pheromone curve would fluctuate smoothly within a small range, but Lin Dang’s was practically an electrocardiogram.

This kind of curve usually indicated that the person’s pheromones were extremely unstable, on the verge of berserking.

Rong Shi: “Are there signs of Lin Dang going berserk?”

Song Yu: “Absolutely not.”

Rong Shi saved the two reports to his terminal and said calmly: “Did your people later investigate the 88th Military District Hospital?”

“They went twice, but found nothing.” Song Yu sat on the carpet, leaning against the sofa, his long legs casually crossed.

Using the deliberately leaked pheromone stimulant, they successfully arrested a group of people for interrogation, but they insisted they knew nothing about the laboratory, and ultimately nothing was found out.

“The leaders of the military hospital are all dispatched by the military department,” Song Yu said lazily. “It’s not time to make a move yet.”

Rong Shi was well aware of how complex power struggles were.

Setting these aside, in terms of the investigation itself, making a big move from the start could easily alert the enemy.

The enemy is in the dark, and we are exposed. That would be very dangerous.

Seeing him lost in thought, Song Yu added, “If it were me, I would definitely not put this kind of illegal laboratory within my jurisdiction.”

Rong Shi had looked at the names of the five hospital leaders. Except for one named Zhao, who he had a slight impression of, he didn’t recognize any of the others.

“The SYT7737 drug mentioned in the medical records wasn’t found either?” Rong Shi asked.

Song Yu spread his hands: “Couldn’t find it anywhere.”

Rong Shi: “The dosing interval for this drug is two months. Lin Dang’s next dose is in just over half a month. Have someone follow him.”

Song Yu narrowed his eyes, scrutinizing him: “How much do you know?”

Rong Shi: “Not more than you, but I think he’s key.”

“And,” Rong Shi looked at him, his expression serious, “the fewer people who know about this laboratory-related matter, the better, especially those testing the drugs must be trustworthy.”

Song Yu: “Do I need you to tell me that?”

Rong Shi: “I’m just reminding you, this could be a matter of life and death for both of us.”

Song Yu frowned, his eyes turning sharp: “You don’t need to worry about that, but you still haven’t told me what H506 is.”

Rong Shi rose from the carpet and walked to the window.

From there, he could vaguely see the kindergarten’s playground.

“Do you believe in 100% matching?”

Thinking of the changes in his body when he smelled H506 that day, Song Yu’s face was not good: “Is it related to that drug?”

Hundreds of years ago, the empire’s marriage system was controlled by the central AI, and 100% matched AOs were required to marry.

However, this system has now been abolished, and it’s impossible to encounter a 100% matched partner through natural means.

Rong Shi’s mind flashed with the blurry face of the Omega with a mole on their chin. His hand, resting at his side, unconsciously tightened.

“Do you know what it means to encounter a 100% matched partner?”

Rong Shi turned his head, and against the light, Song Yu couldn’t make out his expression.

“It means the moment you meet, the other person can control your life and death.”

An Omega controlling an Alpha’s life and death? Song Yu wanted to laugh at the nonsense he was speaking, but he couldn’t.

Rong Shi turned around and looked directly into his eyes: “There might be an Omega corresponding to H506 in this world, and that person is a poison that can easily control you, or even kill you.”

Song Yu stood up and scoffed: “Only the weak succumb to instinct. I will not mark an Omega I don’t like, and I certainly won’t be controlled in return, not even with a 100% match.”

Rong Shi’s gaze followed him as he stood up: “You’re too confident, little one.”

“It’s not confidence, it’s a fact.” Song Yu stood in front of him. “I have an Omega I like, and I’ll only mark him in this life. If you can’t control yourself, give him up early, lest he gets heartbroken because of your infidelity.”

Rong Shi: “…” Infidelity?

The subject shifted, and Rong Shi lost interest in continuing the original topic.

He teased: “You’ve already cheated, Mrs. Rong.”

Song Yu: “…” Damn it.

Song Yu: “Within half a year, I’ll definitely divorce you, Mrs. Song.”

Rong Shi: “…”

Back in his dorm, Song Yu sat on the balcony reclining chair, lost in thought for a long time.

From Lin Dang to L739 to Hu Feng, from Lin Dang to L783 to Gu Yan.

The more he thought, the more agitated he became.

Under 100% matching, could an Omega really control an Alpha in return?

His mind suddenly flashed with his father’s gentle, smiling face from childhood, and he could faintly hear his loving laughter.

When did everything start to change?

Could his dad’s death also be related to this?

He opened his terminal and sent out a communication.

In the virtual screen, the special assistant bowed respectfully to him: “Your Highness.”

Song Yu looked out the window at the sky: “I have some things I need you to investigate. Under no circumstances can they be leaked to anyone.”

Rong Shi developed a new medical module for 01. The framework was already built; now it needed to import a large database.

[Master, Little Master needs a physical examination.]

Rong Shi: “Mhm, I remember.”

Mianmian’s medicine couldn’t be taken anymore. For now, there was no other way but frequent physical examinations to ensure there was no worsening.

The medical experts he knew were now nowhere to be found. The military doctor of the First Legion was still a freshman and completely unreliable.

Song Yu definitely had resources. Professor Qin might be worth a try. If all else failed, he would approach them.

There wasn’t much to do in the evening, so Rong Shi bought some props online and personally customized training courses for Mianmian.

When he logged into Star Wars, Little Cat was already online.

“So early today?” Rong Shi pulled him into the training room.

Little Cat wasn’t as lively as usual, looking a bit down. His forehead rested on Rong Shi’s shoulder, and he didn’t speak for a long time.

Rong Shi’s hand, hanging by his side, moved. He carefully patted his head: “Did your father scolded you?”

Little Cat was rarely in a bad mood; most of the time it was related to his father.

Little Cat shook his head, reaching out to hug Rong Shi: “Just let me absorb for a while and I’ll be fine.”

Rong Shi: “…” Absorb?

In less than two minutes, Little Cat looked up, acting as if nothing had happened: “Father is on a business trip recently. I miss him a little, just a little bit.”

Rong Shi: “You’re really clingy to your father.”

Is that a common trait among Omegas? Mianmian was very clingy to him too.

“Of course, I only have one father.” Little Cat smiled and changed the subject, quietly taking his hand. “Want to play ‘Desolate Star Survival’ together tonight?”

Rong Shi moved his fingers, subtly holding his hand in return, a smile he couldn’t suppress appearing on his lips.

“Alright, whatever you want.”

Little Cat opened the menu and selected a mode: “Hey, there’s a new bounty mode, it’s really popular. Want to try it? Or stick to the regular mode?”

Rong Shi: “New mode, I guess.”

He recalled Song Yu mocking him for being old and not knowing how to play games.

Rong Shi felt a little guilty: “Do I not seem like a young person?”

Little Cat: “Huh?”

Rong Shi: “Always playing the same few modes, never changing. Like an—old person?”

Little Cat laughed, leaning against his shoulder: “That just means you’re dedicated! What does that have to do with being old, hahahaha—By the way, how old are you?”

Rong Shi’s eyes flickered: “…Eighteen. You?”

Little Cat’s pretty cat eyes looked at him: “What a coincidence, I’m eighteen too.”

During the duo match, Rong Shi’s mind was filled with one thought—

Eighteen, the legal age for marriage.

In half a year, Little Cat could become Rong Little Cat.

–

The next day, Friday, Rong Shi opened his dorm room door and once again came face to face with Song Yu.

The hallway was full of students preparing for class, and the two walked out side by side.

Song Yu had a smile on his face, in a good mood: “Hey, do you think Omegas’ waists are all that slender?”

Rong Shi looked at him with an unfriendly gaze.

Seeing his expression, Song Yu’s smile deepened: “You haven’t held his waist, have you?”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu made a gesture, his tone triumphant: “His waist, it’s so narrow, it feels like it would twist off with just a little force.”

Forced to listen to his love rival describe Little Cat’s slender waist the whole way, Rong Shi was utterly sour.

“Then tell me, are Omegas’ hands all very soft?”

The smile on Song Yu’s face froze.

Rong Shi mimicked his tone: “His hands, they’re like marshmallows. It feels like they would crumble with just a little squeeze.”

Song Yu: “…”

Author’s note: 

Song Cat: What is Rong Shi?

Rong Bunny: What is Song Yu?

Later—

Song Cat, Rong Bunny: Poo smells so good. (A playful way to say they “eat their words” and admit the other is good)