After Transmigrating as a Man-Eater Omega, I Got the Protagonist Shou - Chapter 11
The sound of chaotic footsteps echoed from the entrance of the equipment room as Xu Changqing arrived in a hurry with several other teachers. Zhou Li and his group’s expressions changed instantly; they instinctively wanted to flee, but Qi Yan’s cold, angry, and sharp gaze pinned them to the spot.
Xu Changqing looked at the absolute mess in the room and then at Qiao Xingyin, who was being shielded by Qi Yan. He took a deep breath. “All involved students, once you have handled your pheromones, follow me to the Office of Student Affairs!”
Fortunately, the equipment room was located in a remote corner of the school where people rarely ventured. This was exactly why Zhou Li and the others had chosen this location. Qi Yan led Qiao Xingyin to a quieter, more secluded spot nearby.
Under the influence of the intense Alpha pheromones, Qiao Xingyin’s condition was becoming increasingly dire. His long eyelashes trembled slightly, and a feverish, unnatural flush rose to the corners of his eyes, looking as though someone had rubbed them with their fingertips, spreading a vivid stain of color. His beautiful eyes were clouded with mist, looking out at the world with a damp, pleading gaze that felt like a soft hook.
“Qi Yan,” Qiao Xingyin’s voice was soft and light, carrying a faint tremor. His fingers gripped Qi Yan’s sleeve tightly, his knuckles turning white like a drowning man clutching the last piece of driftwood.
At the same time, his pheromones began to leak out uncontrollably. It was the sweet fragrance of overripe roses—full, rich, and inviting. Qiao Xingyin’s legs felt too weak to support him; he stumbled, and Qi Yan reached out to steady him. Most of Qiao Xingyin’s body ended up leaning against his chest.
“Help… help me…” Qiao Xingyin’s voice was hoarse, his ending notes carrying a sob. His shallow moans became the most lethal form of temptation.
Qi Yan’s breath hitched, and his body stiffened. The youth’s breathing was rapid and messy; he had pulled at his own shirt collar in his distress, revealing a stretch of slender, fair neck. Qi Yan dug his nails into his palms, trying to use pain to maintain his sanity, but it was in vain. His eyes were blurred and out of focus, as if submerged in a tide of desire, leaving nothing but instinct.
At this moment, Qiao Xingyin was breathtakingly beautiful and heartbreakingly fragile. He was like a butterfly drenched by rain, its wings too heavy to fly, only able to tremble while waiting to be captured.
Qi Yan’s Adam’s apple rolled heavily, his eyes darkening. Although he could not smell Qiao Xingyin’s pheromones, seeing his weakened and provocative state stirred a desire in him that he had never felt before.
He was a Beta; he could not mark him. It was a good thing… that he could not. Because a fire was also burning inside his own body, spreading from his lower abdomen downward. He also wanted to claim the Omega before him as his own. He wanted to melt him into his own body.
Qi Yan endured until the veins on his forehead throbbed. He took a deep breath and searched Qiao Xingyin’s pocket for the suppressants.
“Ugh—”
When the injection was administered, Qiao Xingyin nearly lost all strength, a whimper escaping his throat. Qi Yan held him steadily. After the injection was finished, he caught the youth’s wrist and pulled him back into his arms.
“Do not be afraid,” Qi Yan said, his voice low and raspy with a hint of dominance. “I am here.”
The youth’s physiological tears finally fell, landing hot against the back of Qi Yan’s hand. It felt as though he had not just been injected with a suppressant, but had been completely marked by him.
The Office of Student Affairs
The Dean held a thermos in his hands, tea leaves floating at the bottom.
“Here is the evidence you wanted.” Qiao Xingyin took a recording pen from his pocket and clicked play.
“You were the ones who posted the threads on the forum, right?”
Zhou Li’s voice followed immediately after, clear as day: “So what if we did? Since you offended me, you will just have to endure it. You did not actually think you could teach me a lesson, did you? Does your family have a background? No. Since they do not, what can the school do to me?”
The Dean’s expression shifted abruptly. Zhou Li’s father, Zhou Yi, was a close personal friend of his. He had received many gifts during holidays and was still receiving benefits from the Zhou family.
He still tried to find a workaround. “Student Qiao, how about we forget about the public apology? I just contacted Zhou Li’s parents, and the Zhou family is willing to give you a sum of money. The Zhou family is large and influential; if they make a public apology, it will inevitably affect their reputation.”
Unexpectedly, Qiao Xingyin refused quite decisively. “I do not lack money. There must be a public apology.”
The Dean’s mouth twitched.
Meanwhile, Xu Changqing’s guilt had completely transformed into a protective stance over Qiao Xingyin. “Director, this matter certainly cannot be settled privately. If I had not arrived with help in time, the consequences would have been unthinkable. They almost crossed a legal red line.”
The Dean was dissatisfied with Xu Changqing’s attitude, thinking he was being inconsiderate of the bigger picture and playing along with a student’s antics. “Teacher Xu, this kind of thing is not exactly honorable. If it gets out, it will be bad for the school’s reputation.”
Xu Changqing did not back down an inch. “If it is not handled strictly, the impact of it getting out will be even worse.”
Just then, a steady voice came from the doorway: “I think Xu Changqing is right.”
The Principal had appeared at the Office of Student Affairs at some unknown point. His gaze swept over everyone present before finally landing on Qiao Xingyin. This Principal was reasonable and responsible, though because North City High School was so busy, he was often away on business and not frequently on campus.
Qiao Xingyin seized the opportunity. “Principal, I have a few words I would like to say to you in private.”
The Principal nodded. “Very well.”
The Principal’s Office
A pot of asparagus fern sat on the sandalwood desk, its green leaves stretching out. The Principal gestured for Qiao Xingyin to sit and personally poured him a cup of tea to comfort him.
“Principal.” Amidst the rising steam, the youth’s eyes were clear and bright. “What I want to say is that Qi Yan is the top student in our grade, but he is also being slandered and libeled on the forum. The students in his class marginalize and bully him. What is strange is that the Class 1 homeroom teacher, Li Ren, sits idly by regarding the bullying. Is it because the playboys bullying him have family backgrounds, while Qi Yan does not?”
The Principal frowned slightly but did not interrupt him.
Qiao Xingyin continued: “But given Qi Yan’s grades, he is very likely to be the top scorer in the province two years from now. If we do not cherish him, someone else will. There should be quite a few schools that want to poach Qi Yan, right?”
The Principal’s face turned solemn. North City High School had failed to produce a top scorer for three consecutive years, and external criticism was mounting.
“I hope you will take this matter to heart,” Qiao Xingyin said sincerely. “Once I find more evidence in the future, I will submit it to you immediately.”
The morning breeze in North City was fresh and dry, making the national flag snap in the wind. Students stood in neat rows, the sound of their whispering rising and falling like the tide. Qiao Xingyin stood in the Class 8 line, his blue-and-white school uniform clean and tidy, making his fair skin look exceptionally radiant.
A harsh screech of static came from the speakers, followed by the Dean’s emotionless voice: “The following is an announcement of a disciplinary decision.”
Zhou Li, Zheng Ruijie, and several other Alphas were called up to the stage. They kept their heads down, completely stripped of their former arrogance.
“After investigation,” the Dean’s voice echoed across the playground, “students Zhou Li, Zheng Ruijie, and others from Class 2-3 have maliciously spread rumors on the campus forum and intentionally cornered a classmate, seriously violating school rules and discipline.”
A wave of boos erupted from below. While everyone was long accustomed to Zhou Li’s bad behavior, they were shocked by the school’s strict punishment this time. Zhou Li was pushed to the microphone. He stood there stiffly, squeezing every word out through his teeth. “Hello, everyone.”
“Can you speak up a bit?” a boy in the back who disliked Zhou Li’s ways shouted, taking the opportunity to stir the pot. “The echo is too loud; I cannot hear you.”
Zhou Li’s face turned beet red, his fists clenched tight. He scanned the crowd with a sinister gaze, trying to find the boy who had heckled him. But with the sea of people below, he could not distinguish any specific face.
“I am Zhou Li from Class 2-4. I am here to solemnly and officially apologize to Student Qiao Xingyin from Class 2-8!” Zhou Li was forced to raise his volume, speaking through gritted teeth. “The posts on the forum were made by me, and the content was fabricated, including the chat logs which were created using editing software. In fact, Student Qiao Xingyin only just differentiated last week, and his relationship history is very simple. I also cornered him after spreading the rumors and used Alpha pheromones to oppress him. Regarding my mistakes, I guarantee I will reflect deeply and not repeat them!”
After he finished, he gave a deep bow, his waist bending nearly in half.
The Dean took back the microphone. “Following the school’s investigation, all false statements regarding Student Qiao Xingyin on the forum were maliciously fabricated by Zhou Li and others. They are hereby given a disciplinary probation.” He paused, his voice suddenly becoming stern. “If there are similar incidents in the future where students knowingly break the rules, they will be expelled immediately!”
Meanwhile, the threads on the campus forum were scrubbed clean. This included not only the posts Zhou Li used to slander Qiao Xingyin but also the posts where others insulted Qi Yan. Qiao Xingyin knew they likely still had many private small groups; there was still a long road ahead to completely change Qi Yan’s situation.
The school retracted the Student Union’s management rights over the forum. From now on, teachers from the Office of Student Affairs would manage it. The new forum rules also explicitly banned the use of name abbreviations. This storm caused a sensation throughout the school.
“Oh my god, so it was all fabricated. How malicious.”
“Zhou Li has been arrogant for so long; he finally got punished.”
“The chat logs were actually photoshopped? I actually believed it. Do you people think the campus is the entertainment industry? Coming up with such a complex plot.”
“It is for the best. Before, the forum would erupt into a massive thread at the slightest provocation. There was too much hostility; it was annoying to look at.”
“Hey, those posts about Qi Yan are all gone too.”
“Do you think there were fabricated parts in those as well?”
“Either way, I am never taking ‘tea’ on the forum seriously again. My face actually hurts from the reversal.”
With the management rights of the forum taken away, Tang Qi also lost her ability to manipulate public opinion. She was filled with resentment and threw the Student Union documents heavily onto the floor.
“Useless! You cannot even handle a simple matter like this!”
Zheng Ruijie stood before her, not daring to lift his head, acting as submissive as a stray dog. There was no trace of the arrogance he had shown a few days ago.
“Sister Tang!” his voice trembled. “No matter what, none of us ratted you out…”
“And then what?” Tang Qi sneered. “Am I supposed to thank you?”
Zheng Ruijie acted humble. “No…”
Tang Qi’s lips parted slightly as she spoke coldly and without mercy. “You can get out now. The school wants you to leave the Student Union, and I cannot keep you here.”
Zheng Ruijie, who viewed the Student Union and Tang Qi as his spiritual pillars, turned as pale as paper. “Sister Tang, can we really not try to fight for it—”
“Do you not understand what I am saying?” Tang Qi said word by word. “I said, get out.”
Zhou Family Villa
“You can play around all you want, but can you not make it so embarrassing?” Zhou Yi’s chest heaved violently as he kicked over an antique vase on the coffee table. Porcelain shards flew everywhere, making Zhou Li flinch. “Publicly apologizing to an Omega—you have disgraced the Zhou family name!”
Zhou Li opened his mouth to defend himself. “Dad, I…”
Zhou Yi roared: “Kneel!”
“That director at your school is also useless, taking money but not getting the job done!”
Under Zhou Yi’s reprimand, Zhou Li knelt for ten hours. He had never been this pathetic in his entire life.
Xingyu Coffee
In a “double blessing” situation, Sister Lin was fired, and the new supervisor was very gentle. Qi Yan had learned how to bake from her. Now, he was not only a barista but also knew how to make the desserts provided by Xingyu Coffee.
Qiao Xingyin: “Qi Yan, good morning.”
Qi Yan: “Good morning.”
Qiao Xingyin: “I think self-studying here is great. The view outside the window is beautiful. Now that Sister Lin is gone, it feels even better.”
Qi Yan: “The window seat is still empty.”
Qiao Xingyin: “Mm, I am claiming it for the weekends from now on.”
After greeting Qi Yan, Qiao Xingyin did not disturb his work any further and focused on his studies. While he was writing busily, Qi Yan approached silently and placed the newest dessert on his table. Qiao Xingyin stared at the small porcelain plate, not reacting for a moment.
The plate contained Xingyu Coffee’s latest limited dessert: “Snow-Melting Peach.” The white chocolate shell was shaped like a snowy mountain, topped with glistening candied peaches, and filled with dense vanilla mousse. With a light touch, the outer layer would collapse like melting snow, revealing the light pink peach jam inside. This dessert was supplied in limited quantities daily and was very popular on social media. Many diners came early to line up just to get a taste.
Yet at this moment, the Snow-Melting Peach, which was marked as sold out, was being pushed in front of him by Qi Yan.
“For you.”
He had “bought” it for Qiao Xingyin using his employee discount. He had also made it with his own hands.
Qiao Xingyin blinked and looked up at him. Qi Yan was wearing a dark brown apron, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows, showing clean and sharp arm lines. He had just finished his shift in the bakery; he carried a faint aroma of caramel, mixed with his own cold scent, which inexplicably reminded one of melting frosting by a winter fireplace.
“You made this?” Qiao Xingyin asked softly.
Qi Yan gave a low “mm” without much explanation and handed him a fork. Qiao Xingyin looked down and scooped a small piece into his mouth. The mousse melted on his tongue, sweet but not greasy, its texture as light as eating a cloud.
“In the future, you do not need to wake up early, and you do not need to make breakfast for me,” Qi Yan said, looking down at him, his low voice falling by his ear. “I will make it for you.”