Chapter 11: Coveted by Others

Chapter 11: Coveted by Many

88: "Your adopted son made it onto the school heartthrob poll."

Amidst the monotony of academic life, students always found ways to entertain themselves. Following 88's tip, Song Yuqing opened the forum to check out the school heartthrob poll.

Seeing his well-nurtured "son" on the list, Song Yuqing nodded in satisfaction, though his expression remained cool and composed.

Song Yuqing: "See? Don’t discard a gloomy mushroom you find—nurture it, and it’ll become a bright, cheerful one."

88: "..."

Stop with the doting mother act. This isn't *not* a gloomy mushroom; it's a *very* big, gloomy one.

Song Yuqing showed his phone to Qi Ran. "Look, you’re in the school heartthrob poll."

Qi Ran, who was waiting for Song Yuqing to grade his exam: "?"

Was Song Yuqing sitting there so seriously not to review his exam but to scroll online? Impossible to tell. So good at pretending.

Qi Ran thought silently to himself.

"We alphas should be bright and sociable. You’ve been doing well lately." Song Yuqing had been reading up on child psychology lately—raising a child required praise.

His cold, pale face was all technique, zero emotion, as he complimented.

Qi Ran’s expression froze, his back rigid. He lowered his head, staring fixedly at Song Yuqing’s pale wrist propping up his face. He didn’t speak, just kept staring without looking away even for a second.

Qi Ran suddenly spoke. "You’re in a poll too."

Song Yuqing: "...?"

Qi Ran: "You’re in the one next door."

Song Yuqing: "?"

Qi Ran: "The school belle poll. First place by a landslide."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing’s cool, detached expression cracked for a moment. He wanted to discipline him.

Song Yuqing kept his pale face stern. "You have too much free time. Do ten sets of exam papers."

Qi Ran continued staring at Song Yuqing’s hand. "Mm."

Song Yuqing: "Keep working here. I have something to attend to outside."

Qi Ran: "Mm."

After Song Yuqing left, Qi Ran didn’t immediately start on the exams. Instead, he opened a newly created campus forum.

A forum dedicated to Song Yuqing. Entry required submitting a photo of Song Yuqing or providing various suggestive creative works.

The gazes, the transgressions—it was worse than calling Song Yuqing the school belle.

The place was filled with all sorts of unspeakable things. Even Omegas were fantasizing, with some writing first-person accounts of how they’d *do* Song Yuqing.

There were even serialized posts, writing about group scenarios, wildly fantasizing about ways to make Song Yuqing cry from being bullied.

Qi Ran reported one post after another.

Then Qi Ran got banned.

Qi Ran lowered his head, his overly long hair covering his starkly contrasting black-and-white eyes. The sunlight didn’t make him seem vibrant.

Instead, his face was ghostly pale, gloomy, and somber.

Song Yuqing was too coveted. Even Omegas wanted to bully him until he cried.

What to do? Could he just get rid of them all?

Song Yuqing created a burner account, added back all the people who’d previously contacted him, and created a group chat.

"I Am Song Yuqing’s Dog": "??? What’s going on?"

"I Love Housewives Most": "Is this a new resource-sharing group? I want that resource where Qingqing gets touched by eight hands. Willing to pay, 50,000 new coins."

"Until the Old Man Dies, You’ll Always Be the Concubine": "Buying photos of Qingqing, buying erotic fan art of Qingqing, especially buying erotic art of Qingqing in group scenes. Paying 100,000 new coins."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Sitting in the lab, Song Yuqing felt his mind reeling.

He worked so hard writing code, soldering components, connecting circuits—yet selling photos of himself would earn more.

Song Yuqing removed the first three members and posted an announcement.

Time Machine: "1. Do not mention Song Yuqing in this group. Anyone who mentions Song Yuqing will be removed. 2. Selling robots, customizable. Custom robots priced based on materials and craftsmanship. 3. Standard version: 50,000 new coins each."

Song Yuqing thoughtfully included photos of the robots he’d made—big-eyed, adorable bots in pink, red, iridescent black, iridescent white.

Song Yuqing considered these robots his showpieces, showcasing his skills. He had full confidence in his technical ability.

But after posting the announcement and the robot photos, the group chat dwindled from 500+ to 400+.

Those who left couldn’t resist getting in a parting shot.

"I Am Song Yuqing’s Dog": "What did our Qingqing ever do to you? Banning us from discussing Qingqing? I hope you never sell a single robot."

Song Yuqing: "..."

"I Love Housewives Most": "LMAO, you want to make money but forbid us from talking about my wife? I hope you stay poor forever."

Song Yuqing, his snow-white face cold, typed with slender fingers: "I hope Song Yuqing beats you up."

"I Love Housewives Most": "Hell yeah! Qingqing, whip me, step on my dick."

"I Love Housewives Most": "I’ll take one robot. I like your attitude."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Ran into a pervert.

"Until the Old Man Dies, You’ll Always Be the Concubine": "I get you. You’re just playing hard to get. We concubines come in many types—some act aloof, some are simps, some are deadbeats. But defiling Qingqing is our shared desire."

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing blocked a bunch of people in a row, and his robot-selling business also met with failure.

Song Yuqing began to reconsider his career path. "Maybe I chose the wrong path. I should be doing risqué content instead of selling robots here."

System 88 wanted to agree but didn’t dare say it out loud.

Still doubtful, Song Yuqing sent another message: "Want top student notes?"

Group member count: 388 → 341.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Song Yuqing continued promoting his robots and finally got his first customer.

Falling Leaves Know Autumn: "I’ll take one. Can you deliver?"

Song Yuqing finally found the energy to face the world. Time Machine: "Yes."

Time Machine: "Address."

The other person sent an address, which was very close—Building 3 next to his own Building 2.

Building 2 housed information engineering labs, while Building 3 was for biology labs.

Song Yuqing put on a black mask and a black cap, placed the small robot into his backpack, and headed out.

At the entrance of Building 3 stood a stone with a family emblem—a golden ginkgo leaf, particularly eye-catching.

It was the Tan family emblem, proof that the building was donated by the Tan family.

So, to climb higher, one had to study pheromones and alpha mental powers. Only by grasping these key aspects could one truly gain power and status.

Whether it was the Gu family or the Tan family, both had deeply invested in the field of pheromones, which showed just how important this area was.

Robots were merely a stepping stone in his short-term research.

After a brief moment of thought, Song Yuqing entered the building and found Lab A-1036.

"It’s you," a poised and gentle voice said. "Little Song classmate."

A familiar face appeared—an alpha wearing a lab coat, the curve of his lips seeming precisely calculated, a slight deviation away from either frivolity or aloofness.

Song Yuqing recognized him but remained expressionless.

He handed over the robot. "Yeah, 50,000 credits. Don’t forget to pay."

Tan Shu stared at Song Yuqing. Today, Song Yuqing was different—a black mask and black cap covered most of his face, making the exposed skin appear even paler.

Why did some people look more tempting the more covered up they were?

Tan Shu pondered this like a research topic.

"You really don’t trust me," Tan Shu suddenly said.

Song Yuqing lowered his eyes, his dark, long eyelashes trembling slightly, making his emotions unreadable. "No."

Tan Shu maintained a gentle smile. "Little liar."

Song Yuqing: "..."

What a weirdo.

Tan Shu was never a good person.

He coaxed and deceived Qi Ran, playing the role of a warm, understanding student council president who helped Qi Ran.

In reality, he orchestrated the entire school’s bullying of Qi Ran, leaving him isolated and helpless. It was Tan Shu who spread the rumor that Qi Ran had no inheritance rights.

While isolating and bullying Qi Ran, he also comforted him, making Qi Ran dependent on him. He even provided "psychological counseling," guiding Qi Ran to develop feelings for him—right in the counseling room...

According to the original plot, as part of the "play," Song Yuqing would unfortunately end up hiding in a cabinet in the counseling room, peeking and making noise, adding to the excitement.

Not only that, Tan Shu was also a devoted enthusiast of cuckolding. He loved watching people he cared about being tainted.

Tan Shu inspected the small robot and asked Song Yuqing, "Can you make a batch of laboratory robots? The kind that can handle pipetting, sampling, and transportation? Ideally, they should also be self-charging and monitor pheromone concentrations. You know, my lab’s pheromone levels tend to overload."

Hearing Tan Shu discuss serious matters, Song Yuqing listened more attentively and spoke a bit more. "Yes, but I’ll need some time. How many do you want?"

Tan Shu: "Let’s start with one. I’ll see how it performs."

"Okay," Song Yuqing nodded.

"By the way, how are things between you and Qi Ran?" Tan Shu brought it up casually, a faint glint flashing in his sharp phoenix eyes.

The next second, he gazed gently at Song Yuqing, not missing a single frame of his expression.

Sure enough, Song Yuqing’s eyelashes trembled slightly, though he still masked his emotions well.

He remained detached, cold as the robots he made. "Not bad."

Tan Shu: "My father also asked me to look after Qi Ran at school. I’ve been busy lately. Do you want to visit Qi Ran? I’ll go with you—consider it fulfilling my father’s task."

Song Yuqing distanced himself from Tan Shu. "No, you can go alone."

Tan Shu looked disappointed. "Alright. Guess I’ll go by myself then."

Song Yuqing nodded and left. Tan Shu watched his retreating figure and took a photo.

A slight smile curled his lips. He seemed to have found Song Yuqing’s weakness.

Qi Ran, huh?

When Qi Ran was mentioned, Song Yuqing’s small Adam’s apple bobbed unconsciously.

Recalling the moment Song Yuqing stood before him, Tan Shu’s Adam’s apple slowly moved as well, a flicker of excitement in his eyes.

So pale, so fragrant, his voice clear and cold like jade chimes. And such a skilled little liar.

It was almost unbearable.

Song Yuqing reached the first floor when suddenly the power went out. The surroundings plunged into pitch black.

As he looked up, he was forcefully pulled into someone’s embrace. The person seemed familiar with his fighting style, pinning his hands firmly. A tall nose bridge and scorching breath landed on his gland.

Sharp teeth sank into his pale, slender neck. A cold fragrance spread, his heart pounding inexplicably fast. A sweet, bloody taste spread across his lips—excitement surged past the threshold, his spirit reaching its peak.

Bite deeper, even deeper.

You smell so good, you smell so good, you smell so good, you smell so good.

Song Yuqing, you smell so good.

Given their significant size difference, Song Yuqing was held up, hands raised, almost completely defenseless, pinned in the alpha's arms.

In the darkness, Song Yuqing frowned slightly, his eyes filled with undisguised disgust, "Tan Shu?"

"Nope. Oh? So brother, you're involved with Tan Shu too?"

"Brother guessed wrong and has to be punished."

"How about I punish brother by making him cry?"

"Do it."

The beta lowered his gaze, his cool, weary expression turning icy.

His voice was detached, the trailing tone melting like snowflakes against the ear, leaving only a lingering cool sensation.

Author's Note:

Someone: ? Is this how the script goes? Not even putting up a struggle?