Chapter 18: Could She Be a Fairy?

Chapter 18: Could He Be an Immortal Beauty?

6L: What are you even talking about? Are you delusional?

8L: Another one bites the dust. Take him away.

LZ: I’m not crazy. My robot was handmade by Qingqing, my darling, and he gave it to me.

The alpha had held back for days, but he couldn't resist announcing to the world that he was Song Yuqing’s mistress.

After all, being Song Yuqing’s mistress was as impossible to hide as an alpha being over six feet three inches tall.

67L: You’re sick, full of holes. Should I post SYQ’s subject grades and lab scores to refute you? Dreaming to this extent—with a brain as undeveloped as yours, you still want to be SYQ’s mistress?

108L: I know Qingqing seems like the aloof, high-achieving type, but… I can’t in good conscience say Qingqing knows how to build robots.

112L: Even I, who took robotics as an elective, wouldn’t dare claim I could create such a technical masterpiece. Don’t exaggerate so ridiculously. What’s wrong with you Intercontinental Class folks? SYQ is just a decent-looking beta, yet you’re all going crazy over him.

126L: “Decent-looking”? Are you Aurora Class folks blind? A bunch of pretentious bookworms.

127L: You can question SYQ’s academic performance all you want, but you have no right to question that face. A bunch of ugly betas.

130L: There are only two kinds of people in this world: those who have witnessed SYQ’s beauty and want to lick his reproductive cavity, and those who haven’t seen SYQ’s beauty. We in the Intercontinental Class are truly spoiled.

135L: LOL, we’re not brainless fools—we’re sapiosexual. We like the smart, high-achieving ones.

140L: Just wait, sooner or later you’ll be washing SYQ’s underwear while he gives you the cold shoulder.

What started as the Intercontinental Class refuting the alpha claiming to be the mistress escalated into hundreds of replies after the Aurora Class joined in.

The main point was: the Aurora Class believed the Intercontinental Class were shallow, looks-obsessed idiots who overhyped Song Yuqing’s appearance, while the Intercontinental Class called the Aurora Class pretentious snobs who’d never experienced true quality.

The mistress guy started the war but was ignored.

The mistress guy tried to regain attention by posting a photo of Song Yuqing tinkering with robots in the lab.

This attracted another wave of simps.

309L: If I start simping for SYQ again so quickly, he’ll think I’m pathetic, right? I’ll just pretend I don’t know about SYQ and PH. My baby’s reproductive cavity is still pristine. I’ll keep simping!

310L: Qingqing dressed like this—get in my mouth.

327L: This version is even more icy and otherworldly. I want to be SYQ’s dog again.

345L: Sometimes I really want to get on my knees and beg myself to stop being SYQ’s dog, but once I kneel, I find it feels even better to simp.

The mistress guy was still ignored.

The mistress guy: "…"

He really is Song Yuqing’s mistress.

A new reply—409L: SYQ is in Lab Building 2, B-2012.

The Aurora Class members, originally preparing for monthly exams, were indignant that the argument had turned into a barking session for Song Yuqing.

When Song Yuqing’s location was posted, several alphas from the Aurora Class also prepared to go see what all the hype was about.

Could he be an immortal beauty?

Song Yuqing was still repairing the “blind” and “lame” little robots.

Robot No. 3 was held by one ear amid clanging repair sounds. Song Yuqing said, “No more photos of me next time. I didn’t program you with such deviant code.”

Robot No. 1: “You did! Discover beauty, record beauty!”

Robot No. 2, starry-eyed: “Master, you’re beautiful!”

Song Yuqing: "…"

Thanks a lot.

His phone buzzed. Song Yuqing looked down.

Smiling Fox: “Coming to get the robot today.”

A message from Tan Shu.

Song Yuqing (Dream Beta, refuses to share Song Yuqing’s robots): “Come.”

Smiling Fox: “Smiling.jpg”

Song Yuqing: "…"

Creep.

A crowd of alphas gathered outside B-2012. The Aurora Class alphas arrived first, pressing their faces against the glass. After just one glance, they squished their features flat against the window.

Song Yuqing, focused on his work, looked up and met a distorted face.

His originally expressionless face instantly turned cold.

88: “.”

Song Yuqing’s cold expression (not really)

Song Yuqing being startled (correct)

One Aurora Class alpha suddenly grinned foolishly—damn, Song Yuqing looked at him! Song Yuqing looked at him! The alpha slapped the door like a seal, making it bang loudly.

Song Yuqing: "…"

Is it illegal to hit idiots?

The beta had a slender figure and a cold demeanor, his eyelashes slightly lowered.

His long, slender fingers gripped the robot’s joint axis, idly fondling it as if deep in thought. The alphas couldn’t explain why, but they felt Song Yuqing would have a great touch.

His soft, slightly calloused hands held the parts.

Gently, rhythmically sending one to the peak of a parabola.

For the first time, they wished to be an object handled by Song Yuqing.

The door opened. The alpha looked at Song Yuqing expectantly.

“Don’t disturb the order here. No noise—don’t you understand?” The beta’s tone was cold, his pale, weary face showing a hint of impatience. His shirt was buttoned to the top, exuding an aura of cool reserve.

Damn!

No wonder the Intercontinental Class fools were driven crazy; at first glance, he should clearly be the cool beauty of their Aurora Class.

Not someone those Intercontinental Class fools had any business coveting.

A bunch of alphas swarmed in, and Song Yuqing finally realized it wasn’t just one fool.

But a whole group of fools.

“Everyone says you’re beautiful. I didn’t think so before, but now… baby, you’re so gorgeous.”

“We’re not like those Intercontinental Class trash. We’ll pursue you like gentlemen and respect your wishes.”

Song Yuqing frowned slightly, looking puzzled.

Was he expected to thank them?

More alphas arrived one after another, blocking the laboratory entrance. Song Yuqing’s words were completely ineffective.

A large crowd meant protection in numbers, and worse, the rules at Victor United High School only protected those with power and influence. None of them were weak—only Song Yuqing, standing there as the one they desired, was at a disadvantage among everyone present.

The two groups were arguing intensely, and the situation descended into complete chaos.

Someone went to grab Song Yuqing’s hand. “Qingqing…”

Song Yuqing pulled away coldly. “Don’t touch me. Back off.”

He merely raised his hand, before he could even slap the alpha’s face, but the alpha already had an infatuated look. “Qingqing’s hand smells so good.”

Song Yuqing: “…”

To make matters worse, some alphas’ pheromones began leaking—their ruts had started early. The mutual repulsion and competitive instincts among alpha pheromones were instantly triggered, and a chain reaction sent all these alphas into rut.

According to New Arcadia’s law:

—An alpha in rut who causes harm while unable to recognize or control their actions, as confirmed through legal procedures, shall not bear criminal responsibility.

In other words, even if he were assaulted by these alphas today, it would be ruled that he had it coming.

Restless, infatuated, greedy gazes devoured every inch of Song Yuqing’s skin, as if trying to tear his clothes apart with their eyes alone.

His pale chin, faintly pink lips, slender neck—

Just staring at Song Yuqing’s cold face for a few dozen seconds was enough to send thrills of excitement down their spines.

In such a situation, only a top-tier alpha could suppress so many alphas in rut using psychic energy.

Psychic level is a hierarchy engraved in an alpha’s genes.

The scene was utterly chaotic, while Tan Shu stood outside the crowd of alphas, watching Song Yuqing completely surrounded, completely detached from it all. Some alphas even became bold enough to reach out and pull at Song Yuqing.

Tan Shu smiled as he looked at Song Yuqing, calmly observing this frenzied siege targeting Song Yuqing alone.

Song Yuqing also noticed Tan Shu watching the spectacle from afar. Tan Shu tapped the phone in his hand, signaling Song Yuqing to check his own.

Song Yuqing looked down.

On the phone screen, a message from Smiling Fox: “Qingqing, beg me. Only I can help you.”

Author's Note:

Song Qingqing: ...Beyond shameless.