Chapter 19: Come Here, Let’s Fight

Chapter 19: Come Here, Let's Fight

Tan Shu was threatening him.

Song Yuqing calmly met Tan Shu's gaze.

The air was thick with pheromones, a potent mix that fueled the chaos.

Against so many alphas, Song Yuqing was nothing more than a cornered beast, fighting for survival.

Song Yuqing should have known he was the lab's guinea pig; only by obediently bowing his head could he escape harm.

If the bright moon wouldn't shine for him alone, then he'd tarnish it, pull it down from the sky.

He hoped Song Yuqing would be smart, as clever as he was when confronting Xiao Jinshi that day.

At the very least, yield to him temporarily.

For some reason, the thought of a beta like Song Yuqing yielding to him—even for a fleeting moment of obedience—filled Tan Shu with a strange, sweet satisfaction.

What would an obedient Song Yuqing look like? It was hard to imagine.

*Clang!*

The robot joint in Song Yuqing’s hand smashed directly onto the head of an alpha reaching for him. Warm blood splattered onto Song Yuqing’s face, staining his pale lips a vivid red.

That stark white face, now streaked with blood, was both chilling and alluring.

A breathtaking, magnificent sight.

Song Yuqing lifted his eyelids, fixing his gaze on Tan Shu, who stood beyond the crowd.

Following Song Yuqing’s movement, madness flickered in Tan Shu’s eyes. Meeting Song Yuqing’s cold stare, Tan Shu felt a strange reversal: it wasn't Song Yuqing who was driven to the brink, nor had Song Yuqing been driven mad by him.

It was he himself who felt on the verge of madness.

The alpha who was hit didn't recoil from the pain; instead, the beautiful face stained with his own blood only intensified his excitement.

Even getting hit by him felt exhilarating.

Song Yuqing, goddamn, he’s beautiful.

Again, those crazy, intense stares—Song Yuqing frowned in annoyance, but fortunately, the alphas’ movements paused briefly.

Seizing the opportunity, Song Yuqing locked the door. He swiftly and skillfully gathered all the draft papers and stuffed the still-confused robots, One, Two, and Three, into his backpack.

88: "..."

So practiced it pained the system to watch.

Climbing out the window, the first floor of the lab building was a lobby with a ceiling nearly four meters high. As Song Yuqing grabbed the railing, the lab door was still being violently slammed.

The sturdy lab door was nothing more than a piece of scrap metal in the face of the alphas and wouldn’t hold for long.

From about one and a half meters above the ground, Song Yuqing jumped. 88’s internal systems whirred—the difficulty of keeping up with Song Yuqing’s escapes was increasing day by day.

Last time it was just climbing out a window; this time it was jumping from the second floor. Next time, would it be the third floor?

Were they at school or in the wild surviving?

Song Yuqing replied calmly, "...Campus-style orienteering."

88: "..."

Song Yuqing, that joke was so cold.

Song Yuqing was at a disadvantage this time; those lust-crazed alpha dogs would surely turn his lab into ruins. The more he thought about it, the colder Song Yuqing’s expression grew.

After a moment’s thought, Song Yuqing opened his communicator and found Pei Huai’s contact.

T-T: "Come here, fight."

Pei Huai replied almost instantly.

Silly Dog: "Where?"

T-T: "Lab Building 2, waiting for you at the entrance."

88: "..."

He was about to short-circuit—Song Yuqing actually wanted to get Pei Huai to fight alongside him.

And Pei Huai too, why was he like a loyal dog, coming as soon as Song Yuqing called?

Pei Huai arrived quickly and saw Song Yuqing sitting on the steps, holding three robots.

Song Yuqing’s head was slightly lowered, his fair, slender neck curving into a beautiful arc. Slightly disheveled hair obscured his brows and eyes, revealing half of his pale profile. His luxuriant lashes fluttered faintly, giving off an indescribable sense of vulnerability.

Pei Huai inexplicably felt an impulse to hug Song Yuqing.

As soon as the thought emerged, Pei Huai felt he was going crazy.

"Master, don’t cry!"

"Master, don’t cry!"

"Master, don’t cry!"

Pei Huai snapped back to reality at the robots’ calls but had a strange feeling—as if Song Yuqing really was a beautiful, bullied housewife, married with three children in tow, who had come to him for help.

A sense of taboo and thrill surged simultaneously.

Was Song Yuqing crying?

Pei Huai looked closely and noticed that Song Yuqing, sitting on the steps, had bloodstains on his white shirt.

The usually cool, snow-white figure had turned into a dirty, pitiful mess.

Just like a bullied cat with nowhere to go.

A cat with decent fighting ability was at a disadvantage against so many, but that didn’t matter—the cat was now ready to retaliate.

Pei Huai stepped forward, unsure what to say. After all, unlike when training brought him to tears, this time Song Yuqing had clearly been bullied into crying.

Pei Huai’s tone was stiff: "Stop crying. I’ll go with you and make them regret it."

Song Yuqing slowly raised his head, his long eyelashes trembling slightly. His face showed little expression, his fair features slightly tense—clearly, Song Yuqing was not in a good mood.

But it wasn’t that bad—not enough to make him cry.

Pei Huai: "Huh?"

Song Yuqing’s long lashes fluttered slightly, as if he understood what Pei Huai was thinking, and he spoke calmly, "I didn't cry."

"Let's go."

Pei Huai stared at Song Yuqing's face, noticing the mix of alpha pheromones on him.

He frowned, then nodded, "Oh, okay."

Upstairs, the alphas were still ramming the door. With a loud crash, the door was forced open from the outside, and the alphas swarmed in eagerly.

It was like zombies busting open a can of humans and piling in to feast.

Tan Shu entered the lab only after all the alphas had rushed in. There was no trace of Song Yuqing left in the lab—only the window remained wide open.

A faint smile curled at Tan Shu's lips. He'd run away—not totally unexpected, just not very exciting.

While heading upstairs, Song Yuqing didn’t forget to push Pei Huai’s buttons: "Tan Shu, an S-class alpha."

"You might not be able to take him either."

At this, Song Yuqing lowered his eyes slightly, his thin eyelids drooping. "And he’s not the only one."

"If you're scared, I'll go alone."

Only after saying this did Song Yuqing lift his gaze, his clear eyes fixed on Pei Huai. How could Pei Huai handle that kind of taunting from Song Yuqing?

He might not win?

He can’t handle it? He, an S+-class alpha, couldn’t beat Tan Shu, who was only S-class?

It only takes a few words to rile up an impulsive alpha.

A brainless alpha is the easiest weapon to use.

Pei Huai snorted. "Who does he think he is? That try-hard Tan Shu—I’ll pound him until he’s crying for his daddy on the ground."

"Wait, I’ll get payback for you."

Song Yuqing nodded. "Okay."

It was the first time Pei Huai had seen Song Yuqing give him a positive response, and it stirred something odd in him—unusual, hard to pin down.

"We’ll fight him together."

*We.*

Another word Pei Huai hadn’t heard from him before. It seemed to suddenly close the gap between him and Song Yuqing. He had become Song Yuqing’s ally; they would face the consequences together.

Pei Huai’s lips quirked into a slight smile. He and Song Yuqing were a *we*.

Pei Huai could barely keep the smile off his face. "Okay."

88: "..."

Seriously? With just a few words, Song Yuqing had played Pei Huai like a weapon, and Pei Huai was still happily eating it up.

Truly, the nickname "Silly Dog" that Song Yuqing gave him was totally deserved.

He was born to be Song Yuqing’s lapdog.

Author's Note:

Song Qingqing: I’m out—I’m done playing.

The next second, he comes back with a dog in tow. Song Qingqing: Hello, I’m back. Where were we? Let’s continue.