Chapter 3: The Aloof Miss of the Intercontinental Class

Chapter 3: The Aloof Young Master of the Intercontinental Class

Everyone suddenly remembered—oh, damn it… this was bad.

Even Klein Blue couldn't maintain his carefree facade any longer.

Though he was only from a collateral branch of the Pei family, that status alone allowed him to swagger through the school with a throng of admirers.

Not to mention Pei Huai, who hailed from the main lineage—his father was the top official in the Third District, and his own mental energy had reached S+ without any formal training.

In terms of both family background and innate talent, no one at Victor dared to displease Pei Huai. Furthermore, Pei Huai was arrogant, unruly, and domineering—someone who never tolerated being wronged.

Even Pei Luo, as playful as he was, was intimidated by his cousin Pei Huai.

And now, Song Yuqing had tossed Pei Huai’s Lan Balun into the trash.

The mere thought of Pei Huai’s impending fury sent shivers down everyone’s spines.

A group frantically rummaged through the trash bin, but despite their thorough search, Pei Huai’s Lan Balun was nowhere to be found.

A tail, dry and brittle like autumn leaves, swept across the asphalt, following a scent with unwavering persistence.

Song Yuqing needed to change classes and move to a new dorm. He decided against going to the Intercontinental Class building.

From the recent incident, it was clear that many already knew about his transfer, and quite a few were eager to humiliate him.

It was better to give everyone the slip; he would go to the dorm first to settle his belongings.

As for studying, as long as he could learn, he wasn't afraid of falling behind.

Conversely, if he was unlucky and couldn't grasp things, he wasn't worried about delays either.

88 was stunned by its host's nonchalance. This… huh? It had always assumed Song Yuqing, who consistently ranked first in his grade, was the type who studied diligently.

Yet, the records clearly stated: wherever Song Yuqing went, he carried a book, head bowed in study. His top ranking was the result of meticulous effort.

Song Yuqing responded earnestly, "I keep my head down to read because I don't want to talk to people."

"And if I encounter an idiot, I can just hit them with the book."

88: "..."

OP: Has anyone caught sight of Song Yuqing yet? I'm dying to see how those rich second-generation kids in the Intercontinental Class will humiliate him.

1L: Is anyone live-streaming this?

2L: You guys dare to mess with Song Yuqing? Aren't you afraid his sugar daddy will come after you?

3L: Even if we can't physically bully him, a few words are enough to embarrass him. Besides, the surveillance cameras are off—what's there to fear?

16L: I don't get why anyone would like such a bland Beta. They must be blind. Even if they have children, Betas can only produce offspring with inferior genes.

108L: Damn, why hasn't he shown up yet? Did Song Yuqing just stand us up?

109L: Seriously, it's already 7 p.m. Are the young masters still blocking the way? Not even eating? Just to corner Song Yuqing?

The Intercontinental Class students were fuming. They worried Song Yuqing might sneak into the classroom like a little mouse while they were away.

That's how all those poor students from the slums were—timid, sneaky, scattering like mice at the sight of them.

But now, Song Yuqing had stood them up, making them look like fools.

The dormitory building, with its silver-gray metallic exterior, featured glass walkways connecting each floor, each boasting its own sky garden and observation deck.

As night fell, cool-toned lights flickered on, flowing gently like a cascade of stars.

Standing on the 32nd-floor glass walkway, Song Yuqing greeted this world for the first time.

A world of decadence, where desires ebbed and flowed.

The taste of power felt tangible, even from a high school dormitory.

Under the glow of the lights, the young man’s skin was as pale as snow, with lush foliage subtly obscuring his faintly colored lips.

Cool, yet with a hint of softness.

Gentle and captivating, like moonlight that falls equally upon everyone.

The camera flashed repeatedly, capturing new photos, the photographer’s hands trembling slightly.

An Alpha felt a pang of annoyance—how could someone like this be at school, and he had been completely unaware?

But by the time his annoyance subsided and he sought out the figure on the glass walkway, that silhouette had already vanished.

The little snake opened its mouth, *chomp!*

Song Yuqing pinched the snake’s mouth shut.

Having failed to bite the villain who threw him into the trash, Lan Balun stared warily at Song Yuqing with his beady eyes.

Song Yuqing hooked a finger around the snake’s tail.

Lan Balun: "?"

"Are you hurt?" Song Yuqing’s voice was calm. "Silly."

Lan Balun tilted his head as if trying to understand what Song Yuqing was saying.

Lan Balun again opened his tiny, gaping maw, ready to bite Song Yuqing, but found himself seized by the scruff of his neck and lifted into the air.

Lan Balun: "..."

Song Yuqing located the first-aid kit provided in the dormitory.

He poured hydrogen peroxide onto the injured part of the snake’s tail, causing a string of white bubbles to form.

Song Yuqing had read many obscure books and knew that this little snake belonged to the colubrid family, a tree snake with mild venom. Its quality wasn't bad—it was clear that whoever bought him had spent a fortune.

Judging by this little snake, its temperament wasn't great; it seemed prone to biting the hand that fed it.

After treating the injury, Song Yuqing tied a bandage into a satisfactory bow on the snake’s tail.

Whether the snake liked the bow or not wasn’t particularly important.

OP: Has anyone transferred to the Intercontinental Class recently? Begging for the new student’s name.

7L: Song Yuqing?

19L: Only Song Yuqing has transferred to the Intercontinental Class recently.

LZ: How could it be Song Yuqing? Isn't Song Yuqing pretty ordinary?

59L: Wait, why are you looking for the new student? Looking for a fight or a date?

108L: Where's the OP? Stop being cryptic.

LZ: You’ll understand once you see the photo.

A blurry photo appeared on the forum, instantly causing a stir.

Even the blur couldn't hide the beauty—or rather, not just beauty, but a certain aura, aloof and unapproachable.

Yet it was precisely that unapproachable quality that made people want to reach out.

289L: School belle, school belle—elected straight to school belle. There’s no way this could be Song Yuqing.

298L: The icy young lady from the Intercontinental Class, slap me.

301L: Young lady, I'm a virgin, whip me!

309L: You’re already fawning? Tone it down. I feel embarrassed to be classmates with you.

389L: I don’t get why people are already idolizing. A bunch of lowlifes, what are you secretly imagining? The young lady from the Intercontinental Class would never look at sewer rats like you.

478L: Are everyone in the Intercontinental Class from good backgrounds? Some are just faking wealth, sending their Omega here specifically to snag a future heir. Since they dare to stand there and seduce, why can’t we fantasize? PS: I don’t know which upper-class family has such a beauty.

498L: School history has precedents of those who entangled with many young masters, making a dramatic mark.

These people justified their fantasies and quickly built many floors of comments.

The rich kids waiting for Song Yuqing grew even more annoyed. They were waiting here for Song Yuqing, while others were already having luck in love.

The old professor had received Song Yuqing’s transfer notice in the morning, but the entire afternoon passed without any new student showing up.

Qi Ran wasn’t in his seat, and Pei Huai, that troublemaker, wasn’t in the classroom either.

The night was deep, the sky like a heavy black velvet cloth. The old professor glanced outside and felt an inexplicable unease.

He sighed softly, adjusted his glasses, and continued teaching the sleep-inducing lesson, while the privileged brats beneath the podium were reveling.

890L: Brother Huai is in a bad mood. Someone’s gonna pay.

1023L: Guess whether Brother Huai will make Qi Ran suffer locked in the gym or go catch that little rat Song Yuqing.

88: "Anyway, Pei Huai hated Qi Ran from the start, tried every way to humiliate him, and finally found out Qi Ran hates alpha/alpha relationships."

88: "It’s pure hatred, you know? An enemies-to-lovers dynamic, get it?"

Just as the little snake was about to bite Song Yuqing, Song Yuqing grabbed it by the nape and replied to 88, "Don’t get it. Pervert."

88: "..."

Right, his host was a straight guy.

The idea of two men doing it was already hard for Song Yuqing to accept.

In this ABO world, an alpha with another alpha? To Song Yuqing, that was the peak of perversion.

"Should go find my so-called 'good son' now," Song Yuqing said after learning about the upcoming plot.

The alpha’s face was frozen blue, gloomy like a drowned spirit climbing out of the river. He sat alone in the stands, dripping wet, his black hair soaked and sticking to his face. He gritted his teeth, suppressing the tremors along his spine.

"Wait outside," Pei Huai said coldly.

Having lost his snake, Pei Huai was in a foul mood.

He had considered going after Song Yuqing directly,

but Pei Luo and the others’ evasiveness interrupted him.

Pei Huai wasn’t easily fooled—the more evasive they were, the more suspicious it seemed. Qi Ran and Qi Ran’s young stepmother, he’d deal with them one by one.

Today, it was Qi Ran’s turn.

Pei Huai sat a few seats away from Qi Ran.

"A loser destined from birth, a disgrace kicked out of the inheritance line by your foster father."

"They say your young stepmother…" Pei Huai’s lips curled into a mocking smile. "Song…"

"Song Yuqing, right?"

"If Song Yuqing gives birth to an heir, you won’t even have the status you have now."

But Qi Ran showed no reaction. He never cared who his young stepmother was or whether some sibling would steal his status.

After all, he’d never even been at the table.

The bullying he endured at school was silently permitted by Qi Zhengqing.

Pei Huai looked down, twisting the feather ring on his index finger.

He deliberately provoked, "How about this? Kneel and lick my shoes, and I’ll let you off today."

Unbreakable pride? Then crush it underfoot, piece by piece, segment by segment.

Qi Ran wasn’t in good shape. The fever left his head muddled, and the taste of blood filled his mouth, making it hard to speak.

Pei Huai shoved Qi Ran over.

Qi Ran slammed into the back seats, then crashed to the floor from the rebound, his organs feeling jumbled.

Pressed down by the alpha’s powerful psychic pressure, the taste of blood rose in his throat.

Pei Huai stomped on Qi Ran’s fingers. "Qi Ran, I have a bad temper…"

Grinding slowly, inch by inch.

Pei Huai: "Pei Luo, get in here."

Pei Luo, guarding the door, rushed to enter but was stopped by a hand on his shoulder.

Just as Pei Luo was about to call for Pei Huai, a voice tinged with laughter said, "Don’t speak. We just met this afternoon, and you gave me a gift. We’re good friends, right?"

The tone was gentle and mesmerizing, the last syllable drawn out softly.

The moonlight, like water, spilled over Song Yuqing, outlining a cool and hazy silhouette.

Though he was Pei Huai's lackey and ought to have warned Pei Huai, he couldn't help but obey Song Yuqing's words at that moment.

"Teach him a lesson, just like you suggested."

Pei Huai lazily lowered his eyes, not even noticing who had arrived, and issued a lazy command.

Pei Huai leaned back comfortably, adjusting into a more relaxed position, but he was unexpectedly slapped, grabbed by the hair, and dragged down like a dog, pulling so hard his scalp ached.

The movements were crisp and clean, without the slightest hesitation.

So fast it left no time to react.

Pei Huai was stunned for a second, then looked up to see half of a pale, delicate face. The young man's skin appeared almost transparent under the moonlight, white as snow, as if it would shatter at a touch.

Yet it was this seemingly fragile youth who had slapped him across the face, grabbed his hair, and forced him down, leaving his cheek burning with pain.

An unprecedented fury surged in Pei Huai. Without hesitation, Song Yuqing slapped him again. "Stop glaring. If you're unconvinced, fight. If you can't win, get lost."

Pei Huai: "..."

Pei Huai had never imagined in his life that he would be the one getting beaten.

And slapped by such a delicate-looking beta or omega, fragile as porcelain.

Pei Huai no longer looked at others with his usual malice and flippancy. His eyes were filled with unconcealed shock and fury.

Pei Huai grabbed Song Yuqing's wrist—a slim wrist where faint blue veins could be seen beneath the pale skin.

Narrowing his eyes, Pei Huai glared icily. "Do you know who I am? How dare you treat me like this—"

Before he could finish, Song Yuqing swiftly and precisely struck Pei Huai's neck with a textbook.

His cold face tightened slightly, as if he hadn't just knocked out Pei Huai but solved a math problem so simple it offered no sense of accomplishment.

88: "..."

Is this what they call "the villain dies from talking too much"?

88: "So this is how you stop the protagonist from being bullied?"

Song Yuqing: "Should I instead block these bullies and repeatedly tell them, 'This is wrong, you should be kind, friendly, and united'?"

"If words alone could persuade, what did you bring me here for?"

88: "..."

Speechless.

Qi Ran was not in good condition—doused with ice water and locked in the gym, then thrown to the ground by Pei Huai, his fingers trampled until the skin broke and flesh was mangled.

Song Yuqing scooped Qi Ran up and reassured him, "Don’t be afraid, I’ll take you to the hospital."

He also considered whether Qi Ran's injuries called for carrying him gently or slinging him over a shoulder like a sandbag.

Feverish, Qi Ran only faintly heard those gentle words—"Don’t be afraid."

The last shred of lucid rationality in Qi Ran warned him: No, don't drag an innocent person into this. This person helped me—they'll be targeted by Pei Huai and bullied just like me.

Qi Ran coldly spoke up, pushing Song Yuqing away. "Get lost. I don’t need your help."

*Slap!*

A crisp sound echoed.

Song Yuqing glanced down and casually slapped Qi Ran's frozen, bluish face. "If you don't know how to speak, shut up. Who gave you the right?"

After that slap, the gym fell so quiet that only the sound of water dripping from Qi Ran's body could be heard.

*Drip.*

A cold drop of water hit the floor with a faint sound, and only then did Qi Ran snap back to awareness.

As Song Yuqing prepared to hoist him up and leave, Qi Ran's full weight pressed down on him, causing Song Yuqing to stagger and nearly fall.

Song Yuqing: "..."

The physical gap between alphas and betas was still too large.

In this world, alphas were at least 185 cm tall, while betas topped out at only 180 cm.

Whether fighting Pei Huai or Gu Jingtang, Song Yuqing relied on skill and struck while the bullies were stunned or talking too much.

If he faced a fully focused alpha in good condition, he'd be at a disadvantage.

Seeing Song Yuqing misjudge the alpha's weight, nearly fall, and look somewhat dazed, Pei Luo could barely suppress the smile on his lips.

Pei Luo quickly took Qi Ran from him. "Let me help you."

Song Yuqing maintained his cold, refined expression and nodded steadily.

Fine.

It wasn't that he couldn't carry him, but using a lackey was more cost-effective.

Qi Ran still resisted, growling viciously like a snarling wild puppy. "Get lost. Mind your own business."

Song Yuqing pinched the alpha’s chin with his slender fingers. "Open your eyes."

Qi Ran was miserable, but he obediently opened his eyes and stared fixedly at Song Yuqing's face—his skin icy pale like frost in winter, so delicate it seemed it might melt if held.

His eyes were cool and distant, his eyelashes casting a slight shadow, his pale pink lips pressed lightly together.

Delirious with fever, his mind addled, he saw a snow-white little bunny turn into a person.

"Do you know who I am?" Song Yuqing asked.

Qi Ran's fever-slowed brain took a moment to process, then he shook his head.

Song Yuqing spoke flatly, his thin lips parting. "I'm your dad."