Chapter 40: One of the Campus F4

Chapter 40: One of the Campus F4

The long corridor was empty and completely dark. Qi Ran stood outside Song Yuqing's door.

He didn't know why he had come here.

The bedroom door, slightly ajar, was right in front of him. With just a little force, he could push it open and see everything inside.

He knew he shouldn't do this.

He also knew that it was only natural for Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing to get along harmoniously—they were legitimate partners.

And he was merely Song Yuqing's stepson.

He shouldn't harbor such dirty thoughts about Song Yuqing. If Song Yuqing knew about these filthy ideas, he would surely despise him, looking at him with eyes that saw a monster.

Yet, he couldn't bear the closeness between Song Yuqing and Qi Zhengqing. Every night, lying in bed, the thought of what they might be doing drove him mad with jealousy. Why couldn't his Xiao Dad belong to him alone?

The idea of them sharing a bed, even engaging in sexual intimacy, drove him almost insane.

He didn't dare use force, only gently, little by little, pushing the door. The light from the room slowly spilled into the hallway.

That beam of light fell on the Alpha's face, casting a vertical line of brightness that seemed to split him in two.

Inside the room, his Xiao Dad was sitting on Qi Zhengqing's... facing away from him. He couldn't see Song Yuqing's expression, only his back.

Slender and delicate-looking, sitting atop his father.

His hands still braced against his father's body.

Qi Ran's mind reeled as if it had exploded. He knew it wasn't Song Yuqing's fault—his own perverted peeping was wrong—but he couldn't help looking.

Again and again, like self-torture, he watched their intimacy, their skin pressed together.

Qi Zhengqing: "Don't move."

Song Yuqing's body stiffened slightly. He knew that between men, physiological reactions were not exactly normal.

But the current situation was complicated. "You stay still."

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

He was angry.

More angry than shy, Qi Zhengqing stared at Song Yuqing, not quite understanding why he was so upset. He had thought Song Yuqing's previous interactions with him were based on their marital relationship.

But now, Song Yuqing seemed somewhat resistant.

Disliking him?

Yet it wasn't entirely dislike; it felt more like a physical discomfort.

Not only anorexic but also resistant to such matters?

Qi Zhengqing didn't understand why Song Yuqing felt this way, but the immediate issue needed resolving. He spoke, "Shift up a bit, I'll handle it."

Qi Zhengqing's zipper had caught on Song Yuqing's pants, forcing them to maintain their current awkward position.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Really, in this life or the last, he had never encountered such an embarrassing situation.

Song Yuqing didn't move, just stared at Qi Zhengqing, whose breathing grew heavier under the gaze.

Song Yuqing averted his eyes, looking down as he said, "I'll do it myself. You stay still."

Qi Zhengqing replied, "Mm."

Song Yuqing straightened up, straddling the man's waist, his legs parted on either side. The light shone through his white shirt, outlining his slender waist. With his upright posture and delicate frame, paired with that beautiful, aloof face, a cool, refined beauty captured the Alpha's complete attention.

However, the next second, Song Yuqing grabbed the thread caught in Qi Zhengqing's zipper and yanked it hard, causing the zipper to snap. The sound of tearing fabric and the broken zipper was starkly audible in the air.

Qi Zhengqing: "..."

So Song Yuqing wasn't embarrassed himself, just making him uncomfortable.

Song Yuqing: "Go take care of that."

He casually lifted a corner of the blanket and tossed it over him.

Qi Zhengqing: "...Mm."

Song Yuqing acted exactly like an irresponsible scumbag after the fact, even throwing the blanket at him.

Qi Zhengqing felt something was off but couldn't quite pinpoint what it was.

By the time Qi Zhengqing returned, Song Yuqing had already changed clothes. He brought the torn pants to Qi Zhengqing and said, "You broke them. Reimburse me for them."

Qi Zhengqing was both amused and annoyed by Song Yuqing's behavior. "Fine."

Qi Zhengqing took the pants.

Song Yuqing didn't stop him—after all, they were unwearable now. A slightly torn shirt could be mended, but pants torn in the back would look strange if patched, as if they'd been torn open.

It would be very odd.

He had some dignity, after all.

Qi Zhengqing then showed Song Yuqing the proposal. In short, it involved the robot Song Yuqing had previously developed. Qi Zhengqing expressed interest in purchasing it but mentioned the need for further customer research to adjust features based on demand before production.

Qi Zhengqing's vision included smart robotic butlers, robot idols, and collaborative robot characters for games.

Song Yuqing: "You're only giving me ten percent?"

Once promoted, it would undoubtedly be highly profitable, targeting both working-class residents in the Fourth District and the upper class. They could also collaborate on robotic versions of game characters. In short... there were many potential partnerships.

It would be very lucrative.

Song Yuqing: "You're really stingy."

Qi Zhengqing: "I'm a businessperson. If you want to make money, you can join the project's team. I'll pay you a salary. And ten percent is already quite a lot."

Qi Zhengqing spoke entirely like he was at a negotiation table, offering no special treatment for Song Yuqing as his partner.

"Besides, you need money. Cooperating with me..."

Song Yuqing waved the papers in his hand. "Mr. Qi, you're mistaken this time. Professor Lin has also introduced me to other companies. They're offering me a thirteen percent stake."

Qi Zhengqing leaned forward slightly, his tone casual. "Let me take a look. I'll check if there are any pitfalls."

Song Yuqing pulled his hand back, "I've already looked it over. There are no loopholes."

"Give me better terms than him, and I'll sign." Song Yuqing waved the contract in his hand. "Show some sincerity."

"Otherwise, I’ll definitely go with the recommendation my teacher gave me."

Qi Zhengqing pulled out another agreement. "Fifteen percent, that’s the highest I can go. I’m covering all the marketing and operational costs. You’re just providing the technology, and you're not exactly irreplaceable."

This time, Song Yuqing didn’t hesitate and signed the agreement decisively.

Qi Zhengqing also signed his name, marking the beginning of their first collaboration.

Song Yuqing casually tossed his copy of the agreement into the paper shredder. Qi Zhengqing occasionally worked from home and would shred unnecessary documents immediately.

88: "When did Professor Lin refer you? Didn’t you just print that agreement?"

Song Yuqing crouched in front of the shredder. "There was no referral. I lied to Qi Zhengqing."

88: "..."

88: "What if he asks again?"

Song Yuqing: "Then I’ll tell him I have an arrangement with Ye Siling. Qi Zhengqing wouldn't actually question Ye Siling. If Qi Zhengqing doesn’t believe me, I’ll go find Ye Siling. That stubborn fool is easy to manipulate. I can take Qi Zhengqing’s agreement to Ye Siling and say it’s a project Qi Zhengqing has already endorsed, so he should discuss it with his family."

Song Yuqing had actually come back home with this scheme in mind—originally intending to trick Qi Zhengqing into giving him an agreement to use to pressure Ye Siling.

There was no better name to drop than Qi Zhengqing's.

Ye Siling, though stubborn, was still the favorite at home. Since he loved robots so much, the Ye family would definitely consider developing in that direction—essentially spending money to let the young master pursue his hobby.

If the young master was going to play around and let someone else profit, why shouldn’t it be him?

But unexpectedly, Qi Zhengqing initiated the collaboration talk first. While Qi Zhengqing was in the bathroom, Song Yuqing went upstairs to his study and printed out a blank contract.

88: "..."

Nothing's too difficult for you.

When it was time to sleep, Song Yuqing unusually stayed far away from Qi Zhengqing. Qi Zhengqing slept on the left side, so Song Yuqing moved to the far right, as if they were divided by an invisible line.

Qi Zhengqing: "Are you going back to school tomorrow?"

Song Yuqing’s mind was racing with thoughts, and he only mumbled in response after hearing Qi Zhengqing’s question.

Qi Zhengqing: "As a reward for being the top student in your grade, I transferred the reward to your card."

Song Yuqing’s thoughts paused for a moment, a strange feeling flickered through him. Song Yuqing: "Thank you."

Qi Zhengqing: "You deserve it."

Another long silence followed, neither of them speaking further as they each went to sleep.

But the next morning, Song Yuqing woke up to find himself once again pulled into Qi Zhengqing’s embrace.

Song Yuqing: "..."

Qi Zhengqing was anything but well-behaved in his sleep, always hooking an arm around his waist and pressing down, making Song Yuqing want to slap him a couple times.

88: "..."

The little master of shifting blame—Song Yuqing never cared whose fault it really was. If something went wrong, it was always someone else’s problem.

Qi Zhengqing: "Awake? Get up, I’ll take you to school."

Song Yuqing reminded him: "And Qi Ran."

Qi Zhengqing ignored this, as if he didn’t want to mention Qi Ran at all.

Song Yuqing turned around to change into his school uniform, and Qi Zhengqing also turned to get dressed. When he reached for something, he glanced sideways and caught sight of the finger marks on Song Yuqing’s waist—purple bruises standing out against his pale skin, making it look downright indecent.

The scene triggered destructive urges in him.

Qi Zhengqing adjusted his freshly knotted tie, his gaze lowering to fix on Song Yuqing’s waist, eyes full of hunger.

And the tie Song Yuqing had tugged a few days ago no longer looked like a tie—it more resembled a leash restraining a wild animal.

After dropping off Qi Ran and Song Yuqing at school, Qi Zhengqing didn't go directly to the Fourth District but returned to the Qi residence instead.

The room still carried Song Yuqing’s scent—cool and crisp, maddeningly enticing.

The alpha’s large hand stroked the spot where Song Yuqing usually slept, his scent leaking out, slowly merging with the lingering scent Song Yuqing had left behind.

Song Yuqing’s torn pants had somehow ended up in the alpha’s hands, filling the room with an overpowering, intoxicating mix of aromas.

Again and again, over and over.

Having been apart for less than a day, the craving was intense. It seemed only this method could bring relief.

Disgusting.

Yet he could only fantasize about holding the moon in his arms, violating it completely.

After the break, the atmosphere at Viktor underwent a subtle change. A single exam might not seem like much, but Song Yuqing ranking first in the grade had made many restless.

The spoiled heirs in the Intercontinental Class had even spent the past few days repeatedly discussing study secrets.

Clearly, if Song Yuqing left, the once complacent young masters wouldn’t stay content for long.

If they moved up, some would inevitably enter the Intercontinental Class, which would be a devastating blow to the scholarship kids from the slums.

They had entered Viktor as top-performing scholarship students, but Viktor had no shortage of smart minds. They had to work their hardest just to maintain a decent score.

If they were pushed down to the Intercontinental Class, it would truly be over for them.

They didn’t have the means to afford overseas programs.

For a time, an unprecedented wave of intense studying swept through Viktor.

LZ: Are you all panicking? I’m not worried at all. I’ve been following online classes, and my ranking even went up this time.

1L: What online classes? Get lost with your course promotions.

2L: I’ve already hired a tutor, so no need. I’m going to the Aurora Class with Qingqing.

LZ: Here’s the link. Check it out yourselves and see if it’s useful. The teacher’s voice is amazing—so satisfying to listen to. I’ve even done some manual work while listening.

8L: Oh, this one? Regardless of anything else, it’s great for manual work. The best part is the live replay—absolutely incredible. It felt so good I was calling out for my mom while working.

17L: Top-tier material. Role-playing teacher-student scenarios is exhilarating. If the teacher sat on my lap to teach, I’d be all for it!

18L: My wife's new photos, she's reached new heights of beauty after just a few days apart. Qingqing, promise me you won’t cut your hair. My god, she’s practically a young mistress.

19L: I couldn’t care less about some premium content. All I want is for the young mistress to glance my way and scold me once.

203L: What’s going on here? Isn’t this supposed to be a study resource recommendation group? What are you all up to? I clicked in expecting online courses, but instead, it’s another SYQ's Dream A fan meetup. You guys never learn—getting banned every day, yet still parading everywhere.

208L: I wanna get with Qingqing [explicit intent] (drooling).

209L: Ah, I’m sorry, please don’t ban me. I really messed up.

210L: Whatever, I’m definitely getting banned anyway. Might as well keep fantasizing about Qingqing. Ahhh, ranked first in your grade! Qingqing, baby, you’re amazing. Don’t move, just one kiss.

211L: Bro, get ready for a three-month ban.

218L: Aren’t you guys going to dig into this teacher’s background? Feels like another stunning beauty on par with SYQ. That figure, those hands, that voice—so arousing. Even if we can’t covet someone's wife, can’t we at least covet an online teacher?

220L: Hard to say which is more taboo.

221L: I’ve got nothing to say to people like you who fall for your teachers during class, develop crushes on gaming companions, or get infatuated with doctors during appointments.

Song Yuqing’s crash courses sold out again, which didn’t surprise him. His teaching was clear and concise—not that the tutors the rich kids hired outside were bad, but his problem-solving methods were purely exam-oriented: no-nonsense, straightforward, and perfect for those with little foundational knowledge who needed quick, high-score results.

For students from underprivileged backgrounds who couldn’t afford private tutors, he was the best option.

Looking at the sold-out backend, Song Yuqing felt life was looking brighter every day.

Song Yuqing’s transfer was pretty much confirmed, and he was headed to Ye Siling’s Aurora Class One. Teachers who had previously only seen him as a good-looking beta began to take notice of this genius who had suddenly shot up from among the students.

Qi Ran's exam results weren't bad either; he scraped by as the last-ranked admit to enter Aurora Class 1.

Song Yuqing's transfer caused the most anxiety for Pei Huai, who raised hell at home for three days. In the end, Pei Huai's father had no choice but to transfer his devoted son to Aurora Class 1 to embarrass himself.

Pei Wei didn’t understand what Pei Huai was making a fuss about. He had always known that Pei Huai’s talent didn’t lie in academics, but Pei Huai’s psychic energy was exceptionally strong, and his abilities were well-suited for his future position.

Therefore, Pei Wei wasn’t worried about Pei Huai’s academic performance.

When Song Yuqing arrived at his new class to report in, he came face to face with Pei Huai, Ye Siling, and Xiao Jinshi. Pei Huai was leaning against a desk in the back row, Ye Siling was seated at his desk, and Xiao Jinshi stood at the blackboard, doodling.

As Song Yuqing entered, all three turned to look at him. Pei Huai grinned arrogantly, Ye Siling remained aloof but fixed his gaze on Song Yuqing, who walked in against the light.

Xiao Jinshi’s initially expressionless face gradually broke into a sunny, guileless smile. "Brother, you’re here? We’ve been waiting for you for a long time."

Song Yuqing: "..."

His efforts seemed utterly worthless—these two dogs, Xiao Jinshi and Pei Huai, had followed him right back without a second thought.

88: "..."

Hey now, don't say things that make people want to die. You can shut up too. What efforts are you talking about? You’ve outclassed everyone on pure talent alone—what more is there to say?

The original students of Aurora Class 1 were also sneaking glances at Song Yuqing. Admittedly, he was even more stunning in person than in photos. His skin was pale as snow, and his amber eyes seemed to flow with honey, cold when he looked at others but carrying an indescribable tenderness when he smiled lightly—a type they had never seen before.

His aura was icy and aloof, like a handful of early winter snow, with only the redness of his earlobes adding a striking touch—truly the finishing stroke.

However, no daring person dared to recklessly strike up a conversation with him.

After rounds of reshuffling, Song Yuqing and the three alphas around him were likely Viktor Academy’s new F4. No one wanted to offend them.

Moreover, Song Yuqing is clearly the center of his clique.

With just one glance from Song Yuqing, the students of Aurora Class One immediately lowered their heads, not daring to meet his gaze, yet they couldn't stop replaying that fleeting moment when his eyes swept over them.

If this isn't the "school beauty," then what is? What does it mean to become Song Yuqing's dream Alpha after just one meeting?

Song Yuqing asked 88, "I've become one of the school's F4? Are they that scared of me?"

Author's Note:

Song Qingqing: Unlocked a new identity.

Da Qi: My wife’s first day back at school, doing craft projects.