After Helping the Protagonist Escape From a Madman, I Became His Target [Transmigration Novel] - Chapter 10

At High School No. 5, there is a designated hour for a midday nap. Regulations state that lights must be off, curtains drawn, and absolute silence maintained. Under no circumstances are students allowed to wander outside.

However, in the furthest corner of the staff lounge on the third floor of the cafeteria, four students were gathered, having angrily skipped their nap.

Li Shenyu sat at the very back, asking thoughtfully, “He told you to manage the discipline?”

Peng Jun let out an irritable “Yeah.”

Having spent the entire lunch break in the office solving physics problems, his whole body felt numb, and his brain was struggling to catch up.

Ding Yifan, holding a cup of lemonade, took a sip and said dismissively, “He says to manage it, so you just do it? Who the hell does he think he is? Brother Peng, don’t listen to him.”

Peng Jun’s expression was grim. “He said if I don’t manage it well, I’ll have to go to his office every day at noon for tutoring.”

He opened his mouth to add “and he’ll provide food,” but he bit the words back, keeping them to himself.

Xiang Lei barked a “Crap,” his rugged face freezing for a moment before he muttered dejectedly, “Then… then let’s just stop talking!”

Ding Yifan bit his straw. “Doesn’t that mean that guy Shen gets exactly what he wants?”

Xiang Lei was fed up; he glared at him. “Then what the hell do you suggest we do?”

Ding Yifan was just as annoyed. “Yelling at me won’t change a damn thing!”

Seeing as they were about to start a brawl right there, Li Shenyu intervened, ending the meeting with two words: “No solution.”

Peng Jun squinted at him. “Speak English.”

Li Shenyu glanced at him, his face behind his glasses calm. “You can ignore Shen, but then he’ll just crouch at the classroom door every noon waiting for you. Even if you skip his class, can you skip Math?”

“He’ll catch you a few days a week and drag you in for tutoring. Unless your brain is full of water, your grades will definitely go up.”

“And then, his goal is achieved.”

Peng Jun cursed under his breath.

Li Shenyu, unfazed, continued, “If we all stay quiet just to keep you from going to that office, then his other goal is also achieved.”

“He’s left us no openings.”

Silence descended upon the lounge.

After a long while, Peng Jun stood up and kicked over a nearby trash can, his expression twisted with frustration. “F—k my life!”

Xiang Lei stood up immediately after and leaned beside him. He pulled out a cigarette, placed it between Peng Jun’s lips in a move he thought looked quite badass, and looked at him with furrowed brows. “Brother Peng, are we doing this? A fight?”

Peng Jun bit down on the cigarette, his brow furrowed fiercely. Recalling the day’s humiliations, he tightened his fist. “We’re gonna… beat him… to death.”

Li Shenyu’s eyes flickered, but he made no comment.

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Meanwhile, Shen Luyang slept in the office until his alarm went off. He bolted upright from his chair, took two strides to the door, and dashed out.

Zong Weiqing was stunned. “What is Teacher Shen up to?”

The Biology teacher, Jiang Nuanyu, rubbed her chin analytically. “So much in a hurry… must be a girlfriend looking for him.”

Shi Fan, the Chemistry teacher who had just returned from the hospital, added, “Teacher Shen did check his phone before he left.”

The three of them locked eyes, all wearing expressions that said, Teacher Shen has a situation.

Shen Luyang was oblivious to the fact that these teachers were such gossips. He bounded down the stairs and only remembered to send Xie Weihan a message once he reached the first-floor lobby.

[Teacher Shen: Teacher Xie, is it okay if I head over now?]

The reply was instantaneous.

[Teacher Xie: I’ve just arrived. No rush.]

He’s already there!

Shen Luyang hadn’t expected his bad habit of cutting it close to bite him here. To invite someone for medical treatment and then be late himself. It was simply scandalous!

He sprinted toward the infirmary at the same record-breaking speed he’d used for the Arts Building. Standing at the door to catch his breath, he pushed it open and stepped inside. Luckily, the infirmary was very close to the teaching block, so he didn’t look like a total scumbag who had forgotten the appointment.

The infirmary staff wasn’t in the front office, so he pushed open the curtain to the student rest area.

Xie Weihan was sitting on the inner hospital bed, tinkering with a small first-aid kit. Iodine and cotton swabs were already out, along with a bottle of medicine.

“My apologies,” Xie Weihan said, his eyes crinkling with amusement upon seeing him. “I arrived too early.”

Shen Luyang walked over and took the iodine from his hand, feeling quite embarrassed. “I’m just used to cutting it close, so I ended up late. Teacher Xie, unbutton your collar; let me take a look.”

Xie Weihan compliantly removed his suit jacket. His white shirt was the same style as yesterday’s.

While Shen Luyang prepared the iodine, his eyes kept wandering toward the man’s hands. Memories of yesterday came rushing back like a tidal wave. The way those hands had been stained with blood, the way they had unfastened buttons, the sensation of those fingertips… it was all too clear.

Xie Weihan’s right hand was still wrapped in gauze, making his movements a bit slow. His neatly trimmed, rounded fingertips slowly undid the top button. The pale pink of his nails made the skin of his neck appear even more alabaster, like a piece of fine cold jade.

Shen Luyang moved closer. He felt it was more like a piece of “warm” jade; otherwise, why did he feel hotter the longer he looked?

Time seemed to stretch out. Those few buttons drained most of Shen Luyang’s focus, so when the purplish-red teeth marks appeared on the collarbone, he was so shocked he couldn’t speak for several seconds.

“Crap.” That was the internal voice of Shen Luyang; fresh graduate, former street-tough.

Noticing Xie Weihan’s slightly surprised look, Shen Luyang realized he’d spoken his thoughts aloud. He coughed and quickly changed the subject. “Teacher Xie, let me take you to the hospital. This looks… terrifying.”

Xie Weihan’s thumb lightly brushed the wound. His expression was languid and detached, far different from his classroom persona. “It’s already scabbed over. It’s no matter.”

Shen Luyang didn’t press the issue. He started with a basic disinfection using iodine, his mouth unable to stay still. “Where did the infirmary teacher go?”

Xie Weihan lowered his eyes, quietly watching Shen Luyang’s cautious hands. “A first-year student had heatstroke.”

“No wonder,” Shen Luyang turned to grab the anti-inflammatory ointment. He paused, his nose twitching. He sniffed the air to the left and right, looking puzzled. “Teacher Xie, do you smell that… something very sweet?”

“Something very sweet?” Xie Weihan tilted his head as if in thought. After a moment, he offered a negative answer. “Perhaps Teacher Shen is mistaken.”

Shen Luyang, having just awakened, was still a novice in the “Alpha” business. Hearing this, he sniffed more carefully. This time it was even clearer; there was definitely a sweet scent in the air. Not food, not flowers, but… pheromones!

“I’m sure of it,” Shen Luyang said, worried that a student might be having a sudden heat or rut. He stood up. “Teacher Xie, wait for me a moment. I’ll go check if it’s a student.”

Shen Luyang went out and circled the area, but the scent only grew fainter. He instinctively followed his Alpha intuition and walked back… right until he was standing directly in front of Xie Weihan.

The two of them stared at each other for a moment before Shen Luyang looked away in disbelief. This sweet scent… it’s actually coming from Teacher Xie?

Xie Weihan leaned casually against the bed, his half-smiling gaze resting on Shen Luyang’s face. His long lashes veiled his dark pupils, hiding whatever emotions lay beneath. The air seemed to slow down, while the curve of his lips gradually widened.

Despite finding it hard to believe, Shen Luyang felt certain the pheromone scent was coming from Xie Weihan, whose rut had supposedly just ended yesterday. He couldn’t help but study the man.

As if reading his thoughts, Xie Weihan’s deep features became unreadable. He let his hands hang loosely at his sides, calmly allowing himself to be scrutinized. He never took the initiative; instead, he gently handed all power over to Shen Luyang, then calmly watched him as he floundered, struggled, and lost control…

Shen Luyang’s gaze felt like it held a lingering heat, branding the skin as it moved inch by inch. Finally, it settled on the corner of Xie Weihan’s lips. The man’s tone was as indulgent and considerate as ever, as if telling him it was okay even if he guessed wrong.

“Does Teacher Shen think it’s me?”

Shen Luyang hesitated. Could his “Alpha intuition” have failed him on its very first try?

Others might not know Xie Weihan’s S-class pheromones, but Shen Luyang knew them all too well. Whether it was the terrifying violence when he suppressed others, or the seductive charm of… that time… it never smelled this sweet.

Shen Luyang frowned slightly, refusing to give up, and sniffed again. On Xie Weihan’s body… it was still so sweet.

He looked at the back of Xie Weihan’s neck and decided to trust himself. He asked frankly, “Teacher Xie, can I… smell you again?”

Shen Luyang didn’t realize that for an Alpha, this was a highly offensive request.

Xie Weihan’s eyes hooded slightly. He looked at him quietly for a moment before suddenly standing up and closing the distance without warning.

Shen Luyang’s breath hitched. He tilted his head back, his gaze following the teeth marks on the collarbone, moving past the Adam’s apple, the chin, the lips… finally settling on those ink-like eyes.

Xie Weihan lowered his head, his chin resting lightly on Shen Luyang’s shoulder. The hot breath turned Shen Luyang’s ears red, and the low, raspy voice was enough to sweep away all reason.

“Of course you can.”

Shen Luyang instinctively swallowed. He didn’t quite understand why, but he felt a genuine, visceral urge to bite the gland on the back of Xie Weihan’s neck. If he had to make a comparison, it was like not having had milk tea for six months and suddenly seeing a “Cocoa Grand Slam” with a straw already in it, held right to his lips…

He held himself back and slowly rested his hands on Xie Weihan’s shoulders. After a moment’s hesitation, he let the tip of his nose touch the delicate skin of the neck.

The mellow sweetness was no longer hidden. It revealed its true form as the intoxicating scent of wine seeped through his senses like a liquid, clearly proclaiming its desire.

Unbeknownst to Shen Luyang, a hand had come to rest on the small of his back, as if simply to steady him. The wind outside seemed to stop; the air held only a stifling heat.

“Do you smell it?”

Shen Luyang didn’t notice the hand on his waist. His gaze grew dazed for a moment as he said with certainty, “Teacher Xie, it really is your pheromones.”

Xie Weihan’s tone held no surprise. He casually released his hold on the other’s waist and looked into his eyes, guiding him patiently. “Then… why would it be sweet?”

Shen Luyang didn’t know. He tentatively touched the gland on the back of the neck. The skin was hot, and the concentration of pheromones there was incredibly high. The touch of skin on skin felt like intoxication.

“Is it… is your rut coming again?” Shen Luyang couldn’t help but lean in a bit closer. Xie Weihan’s body temperature seemed lower than his own; otherwise, why did it feel so comfortable to be near him?

Xie Weihan, however, pulled away without a trace of hesitation. As if nothing had happened, he sat back on the bed with a playful look, coaxing him. “Hasn’t the rut just passed?”

Shen Luyang’s gaze followed his movements. The “alcohol” was gradually eroding his brain; it took several seconds of processing before he realized the truth.

Right. Yesterday was the rut, and he was the one who helped resolve it. Then why?

“Perhaps it is,” Xie Weihan paused, perfectly offering another term, “Frequent Rut Syndrome.”

Shen Luyang blinked. The System had given him a crash course on this yesterday. Because the probability was so low, it usually only happened if an S-class Alpha met a partner with an exceptionally high compatibility. Instinct would drive them into frequent ruts in a short period, forcing them to find each other, bond, and reproduce…

A thought struck Shen Luyang like a lightning bolt…

Oh, crap!

Shi Fan’s pheromones are triggering frequent ruts in Teacher Xie! Holy crap!

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