PSWHNC CH4

Chapter 4 0% Compatibility

Classes had just ended when the No. 1 High’s campus forum lit up with activity.

【The freshmen have started their military training week. Any thoughts? subtle hint.jpg】

1L: I just hope it doesn’t rain, hahahahaha!

2L: +1, I want to go watch the chaos. We didn’t suffer through a week of sun last year for nothing.

3L: I just passed by the field. Someone’s already there……

4L: Who??? With the placement exams on the weekend, I’m losing my mind from all the memorizing. How can this person be so free?

5L: Your campus heartthrob… I saw him from the window. Looks like he came prepared.

6L: !!! No wonder we couldn’t find him at the student council. I’m going to check it out.

7L: Don’t mess around. I suggest you all hit the canteen first, before the wave of freshmen come and fight you for lunch.

8L: True, we still have classes this afternoon. I’m going with lunch drooling.jpg.

On the field, Xiao Yan pulled the tab on a can of soda but didn’t drink it. Instead, he slowly set the orange soda aside, letting its faint citrus scent drift through the air. He rested his chin in his hand and kept watching Luo Zhiyu, a hint of a smile on his lips, eyes half-closed, as if thoroughly enjoying the moment.

No wonder this guy hadn’t wanted to call a truce yesterday. Luo Zhiyu’s fist, hanging by his side, clenched and unclenched. While the drill instructor wasn’t looking, he gritted his teeth and silently mouthed, “You’re such a…”

“The omega student in the middle of the front row, add ten more minutes,” the instructor frowned. “Stay focused. Don’t get distracted.”

Luo Zhiyu: “……”

He wanted to ignore Xiao Yan’s existence too, but this guy was just too attention-grabbing.

After setting down the orange soda, Xiao Yan picked up a can of Coke and gave it a little shake in Luo Zhiyu’s direction. The soda had just been chilled in the dorm’s mini fridge, and the can was covered in tiny condensation droplets. When Xiao Yan opened it, a cool mist billowed out, looking especially tempting under the blazing sun.

This time, even a few students in the back row swallowed audibly.

Focus, Luo Zhiyu repeated the word to himself over and over again. His irritation kept building. He stood ramrod straight, but his eyes were darting around, already searching for something he could use to beat a certain someone up with later.

“Xiao Yan, what are you doing?” Following the clues in the forum, Fan Yue finally tracked him down at Class 1-3’s formation.

The missing student council member, Xiao Yan, was sitting neatly on the grass, a row of already opened sodas laid out in front of him.

Fan Yue immediately spotted Luo Zhiyu, who was about to explode. Fan Yue’s face fell. “Why are you provoking him again?”

“I’m not,” Xiao Yan said, weighing the last can of peach soda in the plastic bag. He held it in place, finger resting on the tab but not opening it, and added unhurriedly, “I just stopped by to see if his uniform fits.”

Fan Yue: “……” Bullshit.

He had every reason to believe that Xiao Yan’s morally questionable behavior today had been premeditated since last night.

Fan Yue watched with his own eyes as his deskmate leisurely pulled a test paper from his pocket, tore it in half, folded each piece into two small fans, and used them to waft the scent of soda in Luo Zhiyu’s direction.

That band-aid on the campus heartthrob’s face was well-deserved. He brought it on himself.

“Just sit. There’s nothing going on with the student council today anyway.” Xiao Yan scooted over to make room for Fan Yue. He reached into the bag and pulled out a container filled with neatly cut, chilled melon slices.

“Want some?” Xiao Yan asked.

Dozens of eyes immediately locked onto the melon in his hands. Fan Yue flinched and didn’t dare take it. “No, no, I’m good.”

“Want some?” Xiao Yan silently mouthed to Luo Zhiyu, holding out the container. “Do you?”

“You’re dead,” Luo Zhiyu said with a smile.

Fan Yue took a step back.

“Report!” Luo Zhiyu suddenly called out.

“Speak,” the instructor said, already keeping a close eye on their side.

Luo Zhiyu steadied himself and said, “Instructor, I feel dizzy.” The kind of dizziness that could only be cured by beating Xiao Yan up.

“Really?” Earlier, the instructor had already caught glimpses of him greeting other people’s mother, so he was naturally skeptical.

“Really.” Luo Zhiyu nodded solemnly. “I just underwent differentiation less than a week ago. I’m a fragile omega right now, a nationally protected individual. Instructor, do you see that person on the grass over there? Right now, he looks like he’s flying in the sky to me.”

His skin was pale, his cheeks damp with sweat under the sun, the tip of his nose slightly red. When he lowered his head, his lashes trembled faintly. He really did look a little pitiful.

Fan Yue: “……” His intuition told him a storm was brewing. Maybe it was time to quietly back away. But Xiao Yan was still sitting there casually holding the container, as if nothing was wrong.

“Stay calm. It’s fine,” Xiao Yan said calmly, sitting firm as ever.

“Don’t talk nonsense…” The instructor knew that omegas within a week of differentiation did need extra care, so he began taking it more seriously. He picked up Class 3’s roster. “What’s your name?”

“Luo Zhiyu. The ‘zhi’ from ‘knowing my thoughts,’ and the ‘yu’ from ‘giving me peace of mind.’” Luo Zhiyu gave his full name, shooting a sharp glare at Xiao Yan while he was at it. “Not ‘Luo Zhile’!”

Student ID numbers were listed by admission scores, so Luo Zhiyu’s name wasn’t hard to find. He was first on the list for Class 1-3.

0301 — Luo Zhiyu

The instructor found a note next to his name. It was Luo Zhiyu’s third day post-differentiation.

Morning training was just about to end anyway. The omega boy who’d looked quite energetic just moments ago, now looked wilted as he lowered his head, claiming dizziness.

The instructor pushed the punishment out of his mind and waved a hand. “That’s it for this morning. Class 1-3, dismissed on the spot.”

A little concerned, he turned back and asked, “Uh, Student Luo, do you want someone to escort you to the infirmary—”

He hadn’t even finished the sentence when the second-year student who’d been sitting on the grass with his line of soda cans suddenly dropped his melon slice and took off running. The one who had just been complaining about dizziness bent down, grabbed a tree branch by the flowerbed, and tore off after him.

Instructor: “……”

Class 1-3: “……”

Xiao Yan dashed off so fast that Fan Yue couldn’t dodge in time. The branch in Luo Zhiyu’s hand landed squarely on his backside, and he let out a mournful yelp right then and there.

“Don’t run!”

“You motherfcker, you’re done for!”

“I’m going to make you fairy frown!”

The chase was fierce. The supposedly fragile, newly differentiated omega stopped at the edge of the field, yanked off the older boy’s school uniform jacket, weighed the tree branch in his hand, decided it didn’t feel right, and tossed it aside. Then he picked up the giant broom left by the janitor auntie beside the trash can. Hoisting it broom with both hands, he charged after Xiao Yan again.