Chapter 297 The Fifth Day of Entering an ABO World

Chapter 297: Day Five in the ABO World

Watching An Yi's composed demeanor, listening to his gentle and magnetic voice, catching the occasional flash of brilliance in those beautiful eyes...

Wei Yang felt as if something had slammed hard against his heart, and then it began pounding uncontrollably.

It wasn't until An Yi's speech ended, when he gave a slight bow amid the enthusiastic applause and prepared to engage with the students, that Wei Yang seemed to snap back to reality.

He grabbed An Xuan's arm abruptly, his voice tight with excitement and laced with barely contained urgency: "An Xuan! You said earlier... that's your second brother?"

Startled by the grab, An Xuan froze for a moment before instinctively nodding with a hint of pride: "Yeah, my real second brother! Impressive, right?"

Wei Yang fell silent for a good few seconds.

His gaze remained locked on the direction where An Yi was holding the microphone, then he turned to look at An Xuan, a brilliant grin suddenly spreading across his face as he declared solemnly: "Hello, little brother."

An Xuan: "???"

The roommates beside them: "???"

The air seemed to freeze for a few seconds.

An Xuan's eyes widened, his mind struggling to catch up: "Wei Yang, are you... are you okay? What are you talking about?"

But Wei Yang paid no attention to their bewilderment. He withdrew his gaze and turned eagerly toward An Xuan, rattling off questions like a machine gun: "An Xuan, your second brother... what's his name? Oh, I remember from the introduction—An Yi? Does he have a partner? What gender does he like? What type does he like? Would a male Beta do?"

He pointed at himself, his eyes blazing with intensity, filled with unapologetic anticipation and eagerness.

An Xuan finally understood completely. He drew in a sharp breath, staring at his roommate's face—which was practically screaming "I'm in love" with clear aim at his second brother—and felt his whole world turn upside down.

"Wei Yang! What... what do you mean?" An Xuan's voice rose in disbelief.

"I treat you like a brother, and you... you want to be my sister-in-law?!" He simply couldn't wrap his head around it.

Other than sister-in-law, he hadn't even considered any other option—after all, his second brother was a top-tier Alpha!

He admitted his second brother was endlessly charming, but... but Wei Yang was a tall, sturdy Beta!

In his somewhat traditional and slightly old-fashioned little mind, a top-tier Alpha should end up with a gentle, beautiful Omega. A Beta wasn't completely off the table.

But that Beta being Wei Yang?!

He couldn't even picture it!

He looked Wei Yang up and down.

This roommate of his, despite being a Beta, was seriously good-looking.

Over 1.9 meters tall, with a solid, athletic build, handsome features, and a sunny, outgoing personality—when he first started as a freshman, plenty of people mistook him for an Alpha with his pheromones under tight control.

But he was still a few centimeters taller than his second brother!

"This is not good..." An Xuan muttered, voicing his thoughts aloud, looking at Wei Yang with a complicated expression as if he were a man about to walk into a lion's den.

Wei Yang, however, paid no attention to his reaction. Still immersed in the overwhelming thrill of love at first sight, he clapped An Xuan on the shoulder, flashing a grin so bright it was blinding: "What's wrong with that! From now on, call me sister-in-law, little bro!"

With that, ignoring the stunned looks on An Xuan and his roommates' faces, he started scheming to himself, a determined glint in his eye as he murmured: "Alright... I need to find a way to meet him first... An Xuan, buddy, I'm counting on you!"

An Xuan watched Wei Yang, who was already fully committed to the idea, opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing—just feeling a headache coming on.

Does his second brother know there's a sunny, 1.9-meter-tall Beta boy gearing up to step out of his lane?

Thinking of how his second brother had been riding him hard over the past few weeks, he swallowed hard and said to Wei Yang: "You... good luck, man."

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The symposium ended, and the applause gradually died down as students began streaming toward the exits.

Flanked by a school official and his assistant, An Yi walked along the quiet, private corridor backstage, heading to the dinner venue set up with the school leadership.

He had a warm, polite smile on his face, tilting his head slightly as he listened to the gray-haired official enthusiastically talk about the university's recent development plans, occasionally nodding.

"Your university has no shortage of talent—the future is bright."

"President An is too kind. We still need strong support from outstanding enterprises like the An Group..."

But his mind had already wandered off, landing on the reports he absolutely had to finish reviewing that afternoon.

Ugh, what a pain.

He let out a faint inward sigh, tinged with barely noticeable exasperation.

An Xuan, An Xuan—when are you going to grow up and stand on your own two feet?

Maybe I need to be even tougher on him!

The dinner dragged on for nearly two hours—clinking glasses, small talk, and laughter—before finally wrapping up in the afternoon.

An Yi politely declined the school's offer to see him off and, under their earnest gazes, headed to the parking lot with his assistant.

The afternoon sun was warm, filtering through the gaps between the high-rises and dancing across the crisp shoulders of his suit.

He had just reached the car—driver already holding the door open—when his phone started buzzing nonstop in his pocket.

An Yi frowned slightly, pulled out his phone, and saw "An Xuan" flashing on the screen, messages popping up one after another in obvious a hurry:

[Second brother! Are you leaving? Wait up!]

[Don't leave yet!]

[Something really important and really urgent!!]

[It's about lifelong happiness!!! No wait... it's about... whatever, it's really important! Wait for me!]

An Yi stared at the barrage of exaggerated exclamation marks and rubbed his brow in exasperation.

What's this kid up to now? He glanced at the driver and gestured: "Hold on a moment."

Then he looked down, his slender fingers tapping lightly on the screen to send his exact parking spot, followed by a single, concise character: [Wait.]

After sending the message, he didn't get back in the car. Instead, he leaned casually against the cool door, tilted his head back, and closed his eyes to rest.

The sunlight traced the sharp lines of his jaw and his long, delicate lashes, bathing him in a soft golden glow. His beauty seemed even more unreal in the stillness, drawing occasional glances from students passing in the distance—but no one dared approach.