Reborn as a Scummy Alpha, I Became Every Heroine's Obsession - Chapter 29

Feng Jiying’s heat cycle—

Seven days. Finally over.

Gu Qiqi returned to campus.

“Gu-jie, why do you look so drained?” Song Lin gasped. “You look like someone wrung you dry!”

“Don’t exaggerate,” Yun San chimed in. “Gu-jie’s an Alpha with S+ level mental strength. No way an Omega could drain her dry.”

“What?! Gu-jie got drained by an Omega?!” Nan Qi added, eyes wide.

The gossip spread like wildfire, each one twisting the story more than the last.

The group joked and bickered all the way to class.

“What? Gu Qiqi’s pheromones ran dry?” Gu Qingyun blinked in shock.

Gu Qiqi: “…”

What are they even talking about anymore?

“No,” she sighed, collapsing into her seat. “I’m just a little tired.”

Yun San puffed his chest.
“Stop talking nonsense. Gu-jie’s the top Alpha in Year One. She’s overflowing with pheromones—no way she got drained!”

Gu Qingyun nodded in agreement.

Still, Gu Qiqi felt completely spent—mentally and physically.

Just as everyone settled in, Gu Qiqi noticed two unfamiliar faces sitting in the corner of the classroom.

Song Lin leaned over and whispered, “They’re brothers—Alpha twins from the border zone.”

Gu Qiqi looked at the two new students.

Both were male Alphas.

The older-looking one raised his head and met her gaze. His stare was strange—intense and unreadable.

Gu Qingyun stood up and clapped his hands to get everyone’s attention.

“Alright, now that all seven students of Class Three are here, let’s take a moment to introduce ourselves!”

Alpha instincts were sharp. They could instantly sense whether another Alpha’s pheromones were friendly or hostile.

The higher the spiritual power level, the stronger and more oppressive the Alpha’s pheromones became.

“You’re Gu Qiqi?” one of the new Alphas sneered. “Not that impressive. Doesn’t even compare to my brother. And you caused that Omega pheromone riot? Can’t believe Academy 330 didn’t expel you.”

As he spoke, he arrogantly lifted his leg and placed his foot on a desk.

Cocky.

The two brothers looked alike, but the older one had a more mature air, while the younger seemed impulsive and immature.

The elder had a thinner frame, a long fringe covering half his right eye, and an emotionless face—giving off a gloomy, unreadable aura.

“Zhao Ruri. Sit down properly,” the elder said quietly from his chair.

The provocative Alpha—Zhao Ruri—reluctantly dropped back into his seat.

“Sorry, everyone,” the older brother said calmly. “My brother just recently completed his gender differentiation. He’s still immature. I apologize on his behalf. His name is Zhao Ruri, and I’m Zhao Zhongtian. We’re biological brothers.”

Zhao Zhongtian’s skin was pale—not a healthy kind of pale, but sickly, almost bloodless. He was tall, but didn’t have the muscular build that most Alphas aspired to.

He and Zhao Ruri looked very similar, though Zhao Ruri clearly had more energy and attitude.

“Why are you apologizing to them?” Zhao Ruri said loudly. “If it weren’t for me, you’d already be in your second year. Now you’re stuck in Year One again. You’re still technically their senior. They should be showing you respect. And you’re favored by the headmaster—”

“Enough.” Zhao Zhongtian suddenly cut him off with a sharp tone.

Zhao Ruri finally shut his mouth.

Gu Qiqi searched her memory but found no trace of these two. She hadn’t seen them in the original storyline.

But then again, she had died early—practically right after being introduced. Most of the plot after her death was a blur.

Suddenly, the system in her head began beeping like an alarm.

[System: Game protagonist detected. Recording primary character profile… Name: Zhao Zhongtian.]

[Identity: Border zone origin. Exact background unknown.
Level: S+ mental strength and pheromone class, with growth potential.
Story Type: Survival and revenge arc, rising-to-the-top genre, harem-style (n.p.). Potential romantic targets include—but are not limited to—Liu Huaiqing, Wen Rui, and Feng Jiying.]

Gu Qiqi: What?!

The real protagonist had finally shown up.

So, in the end… she really was cannon fodder.

[System: Host, no need to panic. In your own perspective, you’re still the main character.
Didn’t I remind you before? If you change the storyline and rewrite the game’s system, you can still become the protagonist.
But since you refused… the original lead has now officially entered the game.]

That’s right—Gu Qiqi was one of the lowest-tier cannon fodder characters, someone who didn’t even survive three events in the original plot.

She knew nothing about what came next.

Nan Qi clapped his hands.
“Alright, now that everyone’s here, let’s vote for our class monitor. All the other classes already have theirs. Once every class has a monitor, we’ll vote for the first-year student council president. That makes task assignments and team formations easier.”

Gu Qingyun nodded.

At Academy 330, students start participating in covert missions not long after enrollment. Every successful mission is added to their record as merit points—vital for future promotions or entering higher institutions.

For Alphas without family support, this was their only path to power.

“I don’t mind,” Gu Qiqi said calmly.

Zhao Ruri, impulsive and aggressive, shot to his feet.
“Why are we even voting? My brother is clearly the best! He’s S+ in mental strength. Just make him monitor already. What’s the point of going through this useless process?”

Song Lin frowned. He hated cocky, newly differentiated Alphas who acted like they owned the place.
“This is the tradition at Academy 330. Each class votes for their monitor. That’s the only way someone earns real leadership and respect. If you love your brother so much, just vote for him. Don’t try to control the rest of us.”

“You’re a Beta,” Zhao Ruri scoffed.
“A Beta? In a military academy? Why should you even be allowed to speak?”

His tone was cutting—downright cruel.

Song Lin clenched his fists.
“You—!”

Nan Qi quickly stepped in, holding him back.

Zhao Ruri squared up, clearly ready to fight.

Yun San stepped in front of Song Lin, face darkening, a faint wave of pheromones pulsing from him.

“Your names—Ruri and Zhongtian—they sound like an old Earth saying, ‘like the sun at its peak.’ But if that’s the case, why is the older brother called Zhongtian and the younger Ruri? Kinda backwards, isn’t it?”

“Who do you think you are? Mind your own business.”

“Enough,” Zhao Zhongtian finally spoke. He stood, gave Zhao Ruri a sharp glare, and said calmly,
“I have no objections. We’ll follow your method.”

“Bro—!” Zhao Ruri protested, eyes wide.

But Zhao Zhongtian silenced him with a look.

Gu Qiqi couldn’t shake the feeling that Zhao Zhongtian kept watching her.

That gaze made her skin crawl—dark, unsettling. Like something cold and venomous had its eye on her.

Everyone returned to their seats to vote, writing their chosen name on slips of paper.

Gu Qingyun collected the ballots and began counting.

“Votes are in. It was anonymous, so I’ll read them out loud:
One abstention.
One vote for Gu Qiqi.
Another for Gu Qiqi.
One vote for Zhao Zhongtian.
Another for Zhao Zhongtian.
A third vote for Zhao Zhongtian…
And the last vote—Gu Qiqi.”

He paused.

“It’s a tie. Gu Qiqi and Zhao Zhongtian, three votes each.”

Gu Qiqi was surprised.

She had abstained—on purpose. She just wanted to test the waters, to see where she stood now that the system’s real protagonist had arrived.

As expected, even when she tried to avoid the spotlight, she still got dragged into his orbit.

Because everyone near the protagonist… ends up as cannon fodder.

Gu Qingyun announced,
“Since it’s a tie, we’ll settle it the traditional Alpha way—with a duel. You’ll go to the training arena and fight it out. The winner becomes the class monitor.”

[System: Host, protagonists are always favored by fate. You’ll need to be extra cautious. Now that the main character has appeared, you won’t just have to handle your own XXOO plotlines—you’ll also have to resolve the ones that occur around him.]

Gu Qiqi felt the system’s voice was completely unreasonable.

The protagonist had a walking romance aura.

Naturally, tons of Omegas would be throwing themselves at him.

What was she supposed to do about that?
Chase them off the bed?

[System: In any case… good luck, Host. Otherwise, all your efforts will have been for nothing.]

Gu Qiqi and Zhao Zhongtian made their way to the academy’s official combat arena.

Gu Qiqi did a few warm-up stretches to loosen her joints.

The moment they stepped inside, the heavy doors slammed shut behind them.

A mechanical voice echoed through the space:

[Academy 330 Combat Arena Reminder: Welcome, combatants. Inside the arena, no mechanical devices may be used. Only raw strength, mental power, and pheromones are allowed. This is a live, no-restrictions match. From the moment you entered, the arena is sealed. No early exits permitted. The battle has officially begun. Stay alert. After ten minutes, or when one party falls, the door will reopen.]

Gu Qiqi narrowed her eyes.
“I don’t even care about being class monitor. But I’d like to know—why do you have such a strong issue with me?”

Zhao Zhongtian stood across from her, his face blank, his expression unreadable.

With half his face hidden behind a curtain of long fringe, he looked even more distant, shadowy.

“I heard,” he said quietly, “that three days ago, you were kidnapped and taken to an abandoned building.”

Gu Qiqi blinked.
What kind of reply was that?

Before she could ask anything else, Zhao Zhongtian charged at her.

She hadn’t expected him to go for direct, physical combat.

But honestly, that worked in her favor.

Male Alphas were typically stronger in raw physical strength, usually overpowering female Alphas.

But Gu Qiqi’s mental strength was S+, and after her second gender differentiation, her body had been genetically reshaped—reborn, in a way.

She wasn’t just strong.

She was built for combat.

And she’d been fighting since she was a kid.

At Academy 330, when it came to close-quarters combat, no one could match her.

Zhao Zhongtian’s fist flew forward, packed with force.
“Answer me!”

For a brief moment, she caught a flash of something in his eyes—deep, twisted, and hard to read.

A touch of obsession.

Gu Qiqi sidestepped his strike with ease, spinning and slamming her elbow into his chest.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I’ve been on vacation.”

“Vacation?” Zhao Zhongtian growled. He crouched low and swept his leg in a wide arc, trying to take her off her feet. “Of course. You’ve got your own Omega now. No wonder you smell like one.”

Gu Qiqi: “…”

What kind of conclusion was that?

They fought up close, exchanging blows and grapples.

Gu Qiqi could now clearly detect Zhao Zhongtian’s pheromone scent.

She couldn’t name the exact smell—but it was familiar.

Familiar in the worst way.

That stench made her nauseous.

It was the same sickening scent from that perverted headmaster.

Ten minutes passed.

The heavy doors of the combat arena slowly creaked open.

Gu Qiqi was still standing—slightly winded, but steady.

Zhao Zhongtian, however, waited until the very last moment to collapse to the ground, gasping for air as he fell right at the threshold.

Gu Qiqi won.

From that moment on, she officially became the new class monitor of Class 3, Year 1, at Academy 330.

Meanwhile, Feng Jiying, having finally come out of her heat cycle, returned to the company and resumed work.

But the atmosphere in her office was tense.

A live-streamed board meeting was in progress.

Several old men—faces grim and stern—appeared on the screen. Though they were speaking remotely, their accusations and criticisms rang out loud and clear.

“Feng Jiying, don’t forget your responsibility.”

“It’s fortunate it was only a temporary mark. The federal government may have forced a pairing with Gu Qiqi, but you must remember why you’re doing this. Don’t let an Alpha’s pheromones influence your judgment!”

“In the Interstellar Federation, Omegas have no inheritance rights. If you marry an Alpha, you’ll lose your position as CEO. Do you really want the Feng family’s century-old empire to fall into the hands of some Alpha from the border zones?”

“…You’re not actually in love with Gu Qiqi, are you?”

The Feng Family’s Elders took turns interrogating her.

Feng Jiying’s expression remained mostly unchanged.

Only a slight furrow in her brow hinted at her growing impatience.

“The sensitivity period has some effects on Omegas,” she replied coolly, “but not enough to affect my decisions.”

“I am not influenced by any Alpha’s pheromones. And I certainly don’t love one.”

“My relationship with Gu Qiqi was nothing more than a temporary arrangement. A performance.”

But the elders weren’t convinced. They were seasoned power players—not so easily swayed by surface-level denials.

“Your words say one thing, but your actions say another.”

“You used the Feng family’s newest missile tech and mobilized our private forces. Do you understand the political pressure this brings? The other families are already on edge. They’re angry. You need to reflect carefully and stop making such reckless decisions.”

Feng Jiying lowered her eyes.
“…Understood.”

And just like that, the cold, untouchable CEO of the Feng Corporation returned.

Detached. Distant. Perfectly composed.

After the livestream ended, Feng Jiying calmly picked up her coffee and took a slow sip.

She had clearly overestimated herself.

Gu Qiqi’s pheromones were different.

They had affected her—more than she wanted to admit.

Just remembering how she’d acted during her sensitivity period made her frown.

She had lost control. And that, to Feng Jiying, was unacceptable.

A knock at the door.

Xiao Bai walked in, holding a tablet.
“President Feng, it’s almost time for school to end. Didn’t you say you were going to pick up Miss Gu in person?”

Feng Jiying looked up.
“When did I say I was picking her up? Her pheromone suppression collar is already broken. She’s no longer restricted by time or proximity.”

Xiao Bai hesitated. “Ah… but…”

Feng Jiying gave a short, cold laugh.
“But what? Do you think I’m under her pheromone’s control? That I’ve fallen for her?”

Xiao Bai flinched.
“N-No… of course not…”

How did the president read my mind that easily…?

But no matter what she said, Feng Jiying had acted completely out of character these past few days—mobilizing troops, risking exposure, even launching a missile… all for Gu Qiqi.

Feng Jiying murmured quietly,
“I don’t understand it either. Somehow, her pheromones affected me… little by little.”

Xiao Bai lowered her voice. “Then… what about the team we sent to protect her?”

“Withdraw them,” Feng Jiying said without hesitation.

Playing pretend to fool others was one thing.

But lying to herself?

Feng Jiying wouldn’t allow that.

No one was supposed to be able to affect her.

The office gradually returned to silence.

After being away for seven days, work had piled up in her absence.

Xiao Bai quietly brought her another cup of coffee.

Feng Jiying was focused, flipping through document after document—until her phone suddenly started beeping.

“President,” Xiao Bai reminded her, “your alarm’s going off.”

An alarm at this hour? What could be so important?

It was nearly the end of the workday.

Feng Jiying’s hand, still holding her fountain pen, paused mid-signature.

She calmly closed the folder, capped her pen, adjusted the cuffs of her shirt, and said lightly:

“Prepare the car. We’re going to Academy 330.”

Xiao Bai blinked.
“President… did the academy send an urgent request?”

Feng Jiying lightly rolled the pen between her fingers.
“What is Gu Qiqi doing right now?”

Xiao Bai hesitated.
“Didn’t we already pull back the security team? No one’s following her anymore… so we’re not sure.”

Feng Jiying looked up.

She had already stood, slipped into her tailored blazer, and paused in front of the mirror to smooth her hair. After a quick adjustment to her metal-framed glasses, she said flatly:

“I don’t want to go. But the federal government still has agents watching. We’re technically still in the mandatory pairing period. I can’t let all our efforts go to waste by getting exposed now.”

Xiao Bai stood silently for a moment.

Didn’t she say earlier she wasn’t going to pick Gu Qiqi up anymore?

“…Is it really just about keeping up appearances?” Xiao Bai asked softly.

Feng Jiying let out a cold laugh.
“Yes. That’s all it is.”