Early Friday morning, before the first class began, the virtual screens in all classrooms suddenly turned on, and a close-up of Rong Shi appeared on the display.

A stir went through the Military and Political Department—

“Damn! Early morning, a beauty attack!”

“Damn, Xiao Shi is so handsome!”

“Why are all the Alphas I fancy gay?!”

“When he appears, someone’s bound to be unlucky.”

Rong Shi opened the documents in his hand and said unhurriedly, “I am Rong Shi. I’ll take five minutes of your time to report on the suspected incident of second-year Mech Department student Zhou En pushing someone downstairs.” His voice was cool, with the unique magnetism of a young man.

“Just listening to him speak is a pleasure.”

“Strongly recommend the chairman reads for half an hour every morning!”

“Finally, there’s going to be disciplinary action?!”

“No way, Zhou En isn’t that kind of person.”

Rong Shi: “According to the student council’s investigation, the evidence of Zhou En pushing someone is conclusive. He should have been given a demerit, but considering that he was influenced by Omega pheromones during the incident, and has also received the victim’s forgiveness, he will be given a warning. He must complete five psychology practice exams daily for one month.”

In the classroom, everyone had been listening very seriously until the last sentence, when they suddenly burst into laughter.

“Exams might be late, but they’re never absent.”

“Is Rong Shi’s family in the business of printing exams? He endorses them every day.”

“Have to say, the punishment of writing exams is lethal.”

“Since he became chairman, all the school bullies have been behaving themselves, and campus fights have visibly decreased.”

“He knows exactly how to punish people!”

“It’s like a demon king has arrived, so terrifying, hahahaha.”

After the announcement, Rong Shi turned off the live broadcast and prepared for class. Walking out of the office, Lu Ming and several department heads happened to walk over. After greeting each other, Rong Shi looked at Lu Ming: “Did you learn?”

Lu Ming immediately understood what he meant, his lips tightening: “In the future, I’ll investigate thoroughly before reporting.”

Rong Shi: “Don’t add more to my workload.”

The department heads exchanged glances at Lu Ming’s grim face, no one daring to speak. It was a battlefield first thing in the morning, too damn terrifying!

The morning was for combat class. Rong Shi jogged to warm up, his mind on that physics workbook.

“Gege~”

Rong Shi: “…”

Song Yu ran up from behind, smiling through gritted teeth: “You’re the only one who dares to give me the cold shoulder.” Last night, halfway through their conversation, Rong Shi had claimed to be tired and shut him out.

Rong Shi: “I’m old; I can’t stay up late.”

Song Yu: “…”

The training hall was crowded. The two jogged side by side, attracting many gazes.

“Amazing, amazing!”

“The chairman looks inexplicably ascetic in sportswear.”

“Maybe it’s because of his black hair and cold face? Look at Song Yu; he looks very flirtatious.”

“The same set of sportswear, why do I look so terrible in it?”

Hearing the discussions of a group of Omegas, Rong Shi glanced at Song Yu beside him. The zipper of his sports jacket was only pulled up to his chest, revealing a small portion of his collarbone from the white T-shirt’s neckline. Indeed, he looked like a flirtatious playboy.

Song Yu: “Speak, how much?”

Rong Shi: “One request for one piece of information.”

Song Yu turned his head to look at him: “What request?”

Rong Shi: “Haven’t thought about it yet.”

Song Yu frowned: “You want me to give you a blank check?”

Rong Shi’s expression was calm: “No? Then forget it.” With that, he sped up and ran off.

Song Yu hesitated for less than a second, then immediately followed: “Okay.” Whether it could be cashed after it was issued was up to him.

After running a few meters, Rong Shi stopped. Under Song Yu’s puzzled gaze, he raised his hand and pulled the zipper of Song Yu’s sports jacket all the way up.

“He doesn’t like people who wear their clothes with half-zipped zippers.”

Song Yu: “?” What kind of information is that?

A chorus of gasps erupted around them.

“Jealous, jealous! He’s jealous!”

“Hahahaha, can’t even show your neck, feel relieved only when completely covered.”

“Goddess is so obedient, hahahaha.”

“Hahahaha, Chairman’s possessiveness, childish!”

“Ow ow ow, they’re fighting, they’re fighting!”

“Gets hit after flirting, dares to do it again next time, typical of you.”

“Daily chased and beaten by his wife, Chairman, are you up to it?”

Halfway through their fight, the assembly whistle blew. Rong Shi retreated a few steps, left Song Yu, and walked towards the assembly point.

Song Yu: “That one doesn’t count.”

Rong Shi: “Do you still want the next piece of information?”

Song Yu: “…” Damn.

After learning a few combat techniques, they were to practice in pairs. The instructor randomly called out student numbers, and those called were to go to the open space in the middle and fight using the newly learned techniques. The first group called included Song Yu.

Song Yu’s actions in the military academy were highly controversial; he was considered both infamous and popular. This particular instructor was one of those who couldn’t stand him. Seeing him walk over, he said with a cold face: “Don’t think you can fly just because you have some ability. If you don’t study hard, you’ll be knocked down sooner or later.”

The classroom was quiet; no one dared to make a sound. Rong Shi’s brows furrowed for a moment, then subtly relaxed.

The student standing in front of Song Yu was very nervous, mentally estimating how many moves he could survive against Song Yu. The student: “Please… please guide me.”

Song Yu didn’t even give him a glance, pinning him to the ground with one move. Damn! Beautiful!

Others watched, screaming internally. Usually, when they saw Song Yu and Rong Shi sparring, they only found it aesthetically pleasing, but now, with this comparison, they suddenly noticed the disparity in combat power. It turned out that the top ten in the class couldn’t last more than one move against Song Yu. How powerful must that old slacker be?

As he stood up, Song Yu’s smile was casual: “I believe any evaluation is one-sided before full understanding. Don’t you agree, instructor?”

The instructor moved his mouth, his face embarrassed. He said nothing, just called the next student number.

Rong Shi watched Song Yu walk back step by step and whispered, “Is it necessary to be so irritable?”

Song Yu sneered: “Don’t know who it’s because of.”

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The next day, Saturday, Rong Shi woke up early to make breakfast for Mianmian. After eating, they planned to go to Qin Lin’s research institute. Qin Lin used to work at the Central Research Institute headquarters. Later, when Qian Fan came to serve in the Central Military Academy, he also transferred to the Campus Star branch. He usually gave public lectures at the Comprehensive University in his free time and was always very popular with students.

“Gege, I’m not cold,” Mianmian tugged at his rabbit jacket. “No need to wear the jacket.”

“It’s windy outside; wear it.” Rong Shi casually put the hat on him. When he prepared to pick up the little furball, he was refused.

Mianmian: “No, I’ll walk by myself.”

Rong Shi: “…Are you really sure you don’t want to be carried?”

Mianmian: “Mhm.”

Rong Shi: “…”

As they opened the door to leave, the door of the opposite dorm also opened, and Song Yu and Qin Luo walked out in casual clothes. Rong Shi immediately noticed his honestly buttoned collar.

“Yu-gege.”

Song Yu was about to taunt Rong Shi but suddenly heard a soft, sweet voice. He looked down, and his mood immediately brightened.

“Little Bunny,” Song Yu squatted in front of Mianmian, touching the rabbit ears hanging from his hat. “Going out to play with gege today?”

Mianmian shook his head: “Going to see a doctor.”

“See a doctor?” Song Yu frowned, looking up at Rong Shi. “What’s wrong with Mianmian?”

“Just a regular check-up.” Rong Shi didn’t plan to elaborate and walked Mianmian outside. Song Yu looked at their retreating figures thoughtfully. Could it be that his initial line of thought was wrong? Was the medicine Rong Shi asked Bunny to investigate actually for Mianmian?

“The little furball is so cute,” Qin Luo retracted his gaze. “Let’s go too, Bro—Brother?”

Song Yu: “Go investigate Mianmian’s information.”

Qin Luo: “Huh?” Investigate this little bean?

Song Yu’s face darkened: “If I tell you to investigate, you investigate. The more detailed, the better.”

Upon arriving at the research institute and entering, Rong Shi immediately felt Mianmian’s tension. Mianmian clutched his pant leg, walking close by his side, his eyes wide and uncertain as he looked around. Rong Shi bent down and picked him up: “Don’t be scared. We won’t get any shots. We’ll leave after the check-up.”

Mianmian: “…Mhm.”

Professor Qin was already waiting for them in his office. As soon as the door opened, Rong Shi felt the little furball in his arms stiffen.

“You’re here,” Qin Lin walked over in a white lab coat, his eyes crinkling into a smile. “You must be Mianmian, right? You can call me Grandpa Qin.”

Mianmian’s voice was tight: “Grandpa… Grandpa Qin.”

Qin Lin patted his head: “Such a good boy.”

The little furball in his arms suddenly flinched. Rong Shi instinctively turned slightly, subtly avoiding Qin Lin’s hand.

“Professor Qin, thank you for your trouble.”

Qin Lin: “No trouble at all, no trouble. Come with me.”

As they walked out, Rong Shi deliberately lagged a step behind, glancing at the little furball in his arms. Sure enough, he saw him secretly wiping away tears. Rong Shi held the furball tighter and gently patted his back: “Don’t be scared, big brother is with you.” He could faintly hear sniffing. Rong Shi felt his little head move, but couldn’t distinguish if it was a nod or a shake.

“Why are you crying?” Qin Lin noticed the situation and asked with concern.

Rong Shi: “Mianmian is shy with strangers, especially afraid of doctors.”

Qin Lin shook his head and laughed: “Indeed, few children like doctors.”

At the examination room, Rong Shi was required to wait in the outer hall. But Mianmian’s state made him very uneasy.

Rong Shi: “Mianmian is emotionally unstable. Can I accompany him?”

The examination room staff looked impatient: “Rules are rules. Are you afraid I’ll eat him?” He was annoyed at receiving a notification to perform a physical on a child. This was a research institute, not a physical examination center! condescending to give someone an examination, and they still weren’t reassured. It was really infuriating.

Rong Shi said calmly: “I’m worried his crying will affect the examination process and cause you trouble.”

The staff member was stumped by that sentence. They say you don’t hit a smiling face. The other person’s attitude was so good; continuing to argue would be his own attitude problem.

“Xiao Zhang, I’ll take it from here,” Qin Lin walked in a step late. The staff member was stunned. The director was going to personally examine this child? Who the hell was this young man, to have such nerve?

Rong Shi chose to come here for the check-up not only because of Qin Lin but also because it had the most authoritative testing equipment for Omegas. The whole process wasn’t complicated. Rong Shi followed closely, and Mianmian’s emotions quickly stabilized. But at the final step, blood drawing, Mianmian struggled and refused.

Qin Lin gently coaxed: “Grandpa promises you, it won’t hurt at all!”

Mianmian desperately shook his head: “I don’t want to! Brother, I don’t want to have blood drawn!”

Rong Shi shook his head at Qin Lin, signaling him to wait, and patted Mianmian’s back until the furball calmed down. “Just a tiny bit, really not possible?”

Mianmian hugged his neck tightly: “No!”

This was the first time for such strong resistance. Rong Shi hesitated for a moment and chose to compromise. Qin Lin shook his head and sighed, then smiled again: “I didn’t realize you pampered your little brother so much.”

Rong Shi also shook his head, a faint smile on his lips: “He’s my only brother.”

While waiting for the lab results, Rong Shi vaguely described Zhou En’s situation, omitting some details. Rong Shi: “Can pheromones have such a big impact?”

“Yes,” Qin Lin’s expression was serious. “Under repeated stimulation from highly compatible pheromones, a stress response can occur. However, the response varies from person to person. Some choose to obey their instincts and become addicted, while others choose to resist their instincts and become aggressive. This choice is often unconscious.”

Rong Shi pondered for a moment and realized his previous thoughts were wrong. Zhou En’s irritability was precisely because he obeyed his instincts, which is why he attacked Wu Han, also an Alpha, while smelling the pheromones. This influence continued even after the pheromones disappeared.

Half an hour later, the test report came out. Qin Lin carefully read the report, then looked up to see Mianmian’s wet eyes staring at him nervously.

“He’s a little weak, but it’s nothing serious. He’s very healthy.”

Rong Shi exchanged glances with him, saved the report to his terminal, and left with Mianmian in his arms. After they left, the smile on Qin Lin’s face instantly vanished.

“The worst-case scenario has still happened.”

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On the way, seeing Mianmian lost in thought, Rong Shi whispered, “Why didn’t you let Grandpa examine you? Afraid of pain?” Other things aside, the little medicine pot wasn’t afraid of pain and never complained when he fell.

Mianmian: “Seeing a doctor costs a lot of money.”

Rong Shi: “…Just because of that?”

Mianmian nodded obediently. Rong Shi couldn’t help but pinch his chubby face: “Your brother is really not poor.”

How exactly was he supposed to prove to his four-year-old brother that he was actually quite rich? If needed, he could buy a few undeveloped mining stars. If all else failed, he could still fleece Song Yu. The little rich princess had nothing but money.

Song Yu, who was said to have only money, sneezed.

“Brother, he’s very tight-lipped,” Qin Luo walked out of the iron cage. In the dimly lit, damp space sat a huge iron cage, and inside it, a blood-soaked Beta man was confined—the assassin who had targeted Rong Shi and Song Yu that day.

Song Yu sat on a chair in front of the iron cage, his long legs crossed, leaning on the armrest, a casual smile playing on his lips: “Peel all the skin off his hand.”

“Yes!” The black-clad man in the iron cage received the order and immediately picked up his tools. The man, who was almost unconscious, screamed again from the excruciating pain.

The bloody scene made Qin Luo’s stomach churn. He averted his gaze, not daring to look again. “Brother, don’t watch either. You’ll have nightmares.”

Song Yu, however, watched with relish: “Nightmares? I am the nightmare.”

Qin Luo: “…” No argument there.

The assassin’s entire right hand was peeled of its skin, and he lay on the ground, barely alive. Song Yu waved: “Get the medical team over here.”

The man’s eyes were dull, his voice weak: “I’ll tell you, I’ll tell you! Let me die, please let me die, waaaah…” He couldn’t help but cry as he spoke. From the moment he was captured, he had been tortured continuously. Each time after inhuman torture, he would be healed, and then the next round of torture would begin, with no end in sight.

Having received a satisfactory answer, Song Yu stood up, casually straightened his cuffs, and strode out: “Record everything and send it to me immediately.”

Black-clad man: “Yes, sir!”

Qin Luo glanced at his terminal and then followed him: “Brother, the league has been finalized. You’re forced to participate.”

“Is that idiot Song Ke behind this?” Song Yu smiled. “His injuries should be healed by now, right? It’s really time to go back for a visit.”

Qin Luo: “…” Are you addicted to fighting?

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Back at school, it was already dinner time. Song Yu took a shower and then went to knock on the door of the dorm across the hall. Rong Shi, dressed in casual clothes, opened the door. Seeing him, his expression was cool: “Something wrong?”

Song Yu pushed him aside and walked straight in: “Crashing for dinner.”

Rong Shi: “…”

As they brushed past, Rong Shi smelled the scent of his toiletries, and a very faint hint of blood.

“Little Bunny,” Song Yu walked directly into the living room and picked up Mianmian, who was curled up on the sofa. “So soft.” Mianmian was watching a movie and was startled. Just as he was about to greet him, he saw his gege’s dark face.

Song Yu followed his gaze: “What are you looking at? Go cook.”

Rong Shi took Mianmian back, put him on the sofa, and pulled Song Yu to the kitchen. “Can’t you let a guest not cook for once?” Song Yu complained.

Rong Shi stood at the kitchen door, watching him: “He likes people who can cook.”

Song Yu’s face stiffened.

Rong Shi: “Especially likes those who can make homemade small cookies. It adds five points to their favorability.”

Song Yu: “…Small cookies?”

Ten minutes later, Song Yu stood in front of the cutting board with an apron tied around his waist, his hands covered in flour batter, the countertop a mess. Feeling a slight itch on his face, he wiped it with the back of his hand and turned to Rong Shi: “Mixed it evenly, what now?”

Rong Shi’s gaze swept over the streak of yellow batter on his face. He pointed: “Pour the cranberries in.”

Song Yu picked up the box and poured all of them in directly, then suddenly felt something was off. Was that a bit too much?

“Are you an idiot? There are more cranberries than batter.”

“You didn’t say how many to put.”

“Pour some of the top out… I didn’t tell you to pour the batter out too… Are you an idiot?”

“You’re the idiot, damn it.”

In the living room, Mianmian kept glancing at the kitchen, very worried that the two of them would start fighting while making cookies.

After an hour of struggle, the cookies finally went into the oven. Song Yu squatted down exhausted, letting out a long sigh of relief. Making cookies was harder than killing someone.

Rong Shi’s lips curled upwards, then he suppressed the smile: “This little difficulty stumps you?”

He just didn’t want to lose to his love rival. Song Yu scoffed: “It’s ridiculously easy!”

The aroma of butter gradually diffused from the oven. Even Mianmian in the living room was drawn by the scent, and Song Yu suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment. The thing he made wasn’t stinky; it was a damn miracle.

Ding!

Time was up. Song Yu opened the oven door and instinctively reached in with his bare hands.

“If you don’t want your hand, go ahead and stick it in.” Rong Shi slapped his hand away, then put on gloves and took the tray out himself. The two, one big and one small, immediately gathered around, unconsciously swallowing.

After cooling them down, Rong Shi picked one up to taste.

Song Yu: “How is it?”

Seeing his nervous expression, Rong Shi’s lips curved slightly: “It’s okay, not poisonous.” Saying that, he handed a piece to Mianmian.

Mianmian took a bite, his eyes lighting up: ” Yu gege, it’s delicious!”

Song Yu didn’t believe it. He took a piece and bit off more than half: “It really is good.” He wiggled the small cookie in his hand, triumphantly saying: “It must be at least a nine, right?”

Confidence came so easily.

Rong Shi: “Mhm.”

Just as Song Yu was about to smile, he heard him say: “Out of a hundred.”

Song Yu: “…”

Putting the leftover cookies into a jar, Song Yu couldn’t help but ask: “He’ll like it, right?”

Rong Shi’s gaze swept over the dried batter on his face: “Mhm, probably—he’ll really like it.”

Song Yu smiled: “He likes eating small cookies, so cute.” As soon as he finished speaking, something brushed his face. He turned his head to look and saw it was Rong Shi’s hand.

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Author’s Note:

Song Cat: Bunny, I learned how to bake cookies!

Rong Bunny: Oh, who taught you?

Song Cat: …My, my love rival.