Chapter 320: The Twenty-eighth Day in the ABO World (End)

Chapter 320: Day 28 in the ABO World (Finale)

As winter faded, spring quietly budded on the branches.

Winter break ended, and Wei Yang also wrapped up his days of living under the same roof as An Yi, heading back to school with a heavy heart.

One day, Wei Yang had a class he really wasn't into.

The night before, during a video call with An Yi, he casually complained: "Ugh, tomorrow morning's class is so boring, I feel like I'm gonna doze off. If only bro could teach me instead."

He was just being a little clingy and playful, but unexpectedly, An Yi paused on the other end of the screen and replied, "I actually happen to be free tomorrow morning."

Wei Yang froze for a second, then his eyes lit up: "Bro! You mean you're actually coming to sit in on my class?!"

The excitement in his voice nearly blasted through the screen.

An Yi watched him, looking like a puppy about to wag its tail, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his mouth: "Mm, I'll go take a listen."

"Ahhh! Bro, you're the best!" Wei Yang, all hyped up, planted a bunch of kisses on the phone screen.

The next morning, with time to spare before class, Wei Yang was already waiting by the parking spot, craning his neck to see.

The second he saw An Yi step out of the car, he bolted over.

"Bro!" He yanked An Yi into a hug, grinning so wide it was blinding.

An Yi was dressed more casually than usual in a cream knit sweater and dark trousers, which gave him an extra dash of bookish charm.

His drop-dead gorgeous looks and that calm, collected vibe had people sneaking glances—some admiring, some curious, some sizing him up—as he walked into the building.

"Who's that? He's hot!"

"You mean that upperclassman? How come I've never seen him before?"

An Omega scratched his chin: "No, I have seen him! He came to our school for a talk once... An... An what's-his-name?"

"..."

Whispers started buzzing behind them.

Wei Yang puffed out his chest, chin tilted up just a little, all proud, sticking close to An Yi like he wanted to shout to the whole world: Look! This is my man!

When they walked into the lecture hall, the already chatty room went dead quiet the second An Yi walked in, with every pair of eyes sneaking a look at him.

They were all in the same department as Wei Yang, and plenty of them had heard about how he'd loudly declared he was gonna chase after the An Group's second young master.

So it was actually real?!

An Yi didn't even blink at all the attention, just calmly let Wei Yang lead him to two empty seats together in the back.

Wei Yang's roommates already knew about him and An Yi, so when they saw An Yi actually show up, they started winking at each other, throwing Wei Yang thumbs up, and mouthing "Damn, bro Yang!"

However, in another corner of the classroom, the short, chubby duo who'd once mocked Wei Yang for "a toad trying to get a taste of swan meat" now had faces that were an absolute mess.

They stared, dumbstruck, at the guy with the killer looks and insane presence, then at Wei Yang trailing right behind him...

Their faces went from white to red, lips quivering, completely speechless.

They instinctively hunched their shoulders, wishing they could disappear under their seats. Remembering what they'd said back then, their faces burned with embarrassment, and they wished the floor would just swallow them up.

Please, please don't come after them!

The bell rang, and the old professor took the podium to start the lecture.

Sure enough, An Yi did exactly what he said—just sat there and listened.

Wei Yang started off a little distracted from all the excitement, but once he saw how locked in An Yi was, he slowly got his head in the game and paid attention.

Wei Yang glanced at An Yi's profile, so close and so focused, and couldn't help sneaking his hand under the desk to hook his finger around An Yi's.

An Yi's finger twitched, but instead of pulling away, he gave a gentle squeeze back: "Focus on the lecture."

Wei Yang whispered back: "Mm!"

Just then, An Yi heard the comment section start blowing up:

"An Da's here bright and early again to grab breakfast with Xiaoyu..."

"LMAO, I've noticed Xiaoyu's obsessed with malatang. Every time An Da eats with Xiaoyu, like three out of ten meals are malatang!"

"Yo! It's literally morning! (screaming) (screaming)"

"Since when can't you eat malatang in the morning?"

"Oh dang! Oh dang! They kissed! Breakfast can wait, gotta get that kiss in first, right?! (smirking.jpg)"

"This shameless old A, coming around every day to mess with the innocent little O. (do it for us.jpg)"

"A kiss that tastes like malatang!"

"...Okay, that's not romantic at all. (eye roll) (eye roll)"

"??? Why not? Malatang's freaking delicious! (loudly!!)"

"..."

An Yi's eyes crinkled into a smile.

The bell rang, and An Yi and Wei Yang filed out of the classroom with the rest of the students.

"Bro, let's hit the cafeteria for lunch—you've never eaten there!" Wei Yang suggested.

"Sure, I haven't. What's worth trying?" An Yi asked with a smile, casually flattening down Wei Yang's hair that had gotten all messy from class.

The two strolled side by side across campus, sunlight filtering through the fresh green leaves and casting dappled shadows—just like their mood right then: bright and warm.

Wei Yang ducked his head, letting An Yi fix his hair: "So many good options!"

An Yi smiled: "Then we'll head over in a bit."

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Meanwhile, over at An Group headquarters, in An Yi's office.

An Xuan wobbled into An Yi's office, carrying a stack of papers taller than his head, only to find the place empty.

He had no classes that morning and had come all the way to get some pointers from his terrifying second brother—only to find him gone.

He blinked, set the papers down on the desk, which was already stacked with pending files, and then got the message An Yi had left for his assistant—[Mr. An said he's out this morning; everything will be handled later.]

An Xuan blinked again, pulled out his phone, opened his social feed, and sure enough, there it was—a nine-grid post Wei Yang had put up a few minutes ago, with a side shot of An Yi, the desk where they'd sat together, and the sunlight outside the window, captioned: [Bro came to sit in on my class, so happy I could spin in circles~ (heart) (heart) (heart) (kiss)]

An Xuan stared at the gentle profile of his second brother in the photo, then at the mountain of documents piled up before him, and thought of how his eldest brother An Qing had also been increasingly "slacking off" lately, often leaving work early for dates...

A surge of indignation welled up within him!

He abruptly tilted his head back, facing the ornate ceiling of the office, and let out a soul-piercing, mournful wail:

"Ah——!!! Why?! Why is everyone dating?! And I'm the only one who has to work?! Why——do——people——have——to——work——ah——!!!"

His anguished cry echoed through the empty office, voicing the sorrow of a poor working stiff.