Reborn as an Alpha and Still Wanting to Engage in Lesbian Relationships - Chapter 32.1

At the end of August, the autumn heat persisted relentlessly.

Though classes wouldn’t officially begin until the next day, Jing City No. 1 High School’s strict military-style management required students to return to campus under the blazing sun a day early.

As an incoming freshman, Xu Yilong dragged her heavy suitcase, already mourning the three years of high school life that lay ahead.

Rumor had it that among all the schools in Jing City, only No. 1 High emulated military academy standards, offering pitifully few recreational activities.

Graduates of No. 1 High, though they often went on to achieve remarkable success, still choked up when recalling their miserable three years of high school even those elites who stood out among the best of the best.

The moment Xu Yilong received her acceptance letter, she felt as if she had died.

Now, standing at the school gate, was…

While her mind was still wandering, Xu Yilong suddenly felt the weight of her suitcase lighten. She instinctively turned to look.

A girl with light brownish-blonde hair was holding Xu Yilong’s impossibly heavy suitcase packed with half her belongings effortlessly in her right hand, while her left hand held a parasol, shading Xu Yilong from the sun.

Seeing the dazed look on the younger girl’s face, Jiang Man, now officially a senior, couldn’t help puffing out her chest. Smiling brightly, she asked, “What’s on your mind, junior?”

Xu Yilong stared blankly at Jiang Man’s face, her gaze lingering for what felt like an eternity.

Unnerved by the prolonged stare, Jiang Man turned to the stunningly beautiful girl behind her and asked, “Qingqing, is there something on my face?”

“No, it’s perfectly clean.”

“Qingqing” stepped forward, took the suitcase from Jiang Man, and cast a glance at Xu Yilong with her jade-green eyes. The moment their eyes met, Xu Yilong shivered and snapped back to reality.

In the next instant, the previously despondent girl’s eyes widened, her face flushed bright red, and she covered her mouth to stifle a scream. “J-J-Jiang Man!”

“That’s me, that’s me~” Jiang Man shook her head playfully, cheerfully handing the parasol to her junior. “Which dorm building are you in? We’ll walk you there.”

Meeting her idol so unexpectedly left Xu Yilong so flustered she didn’t know what to do with her hands and feet. Stiffly, she pulled out her student ID and handed it over, then robotically trailed behind her idol and the girl who seemed to be her childhood friend.

No. 1 High was quite large, and it took a while to reach the dormitory building.

Wen Qing intended to leave the suitcase at the entrance, but Jiang Man firmly vetoed the idea.

“This junior is my fan! Didn’t you say I should spoil my fans a little, Qingqing?”

Jiang Man planted her hands on her hips and looked up at Wen Qing.

Suddenly realizing this posture lacked authority, she hurried up a few steps onto the staircase, stood a step higher, and resumed her stance, lecturing Wen Qing: “You can’t be so hypocritical, little sister.”

As the atmosphere between the two grew tense, Xu Yilong jolted back to her senses. “It’s fine, Manman, I can manage!” she exclaimed, rushing forward to take the suitcase from Wen Qing.

But the half-person-high, dozens-of-pounds-heavy suitcase seemed weightless in Wen Qing’s hands. With a slight sidestep, she effortlessly avoided Xu Yilong’s grasp.

Wen Qing’s expression darkened, her displeasure evident to anyone watching. Her voice was cool as she asked, “Which floor?”

Nervously, Xu Yilong recited her room number.

Seeing Wen Qing comply, Jiang Man grinned and pinched the cheeks of the famously stern student council president. Turning to the stunned Xu Yilong, she waved cheerfully.

Accompanying them upstairs to find her dorm room, Xu Yilong remained in a dazed, ghost-like state. She had no recollection of when they even left.

It wasn’t until her roommates arrived one after another that her bunkmate called out to her with concern, “Xu Yilong, are you okay?”

Xu Yilong snapped back to reality and nodded blankly, “Ah, what were you all just talking about?”

Hearing this, her naturally outgoing roommates picked up the conversation again.

“Among the four of them, isn’t Manman the only one who hasn’t presented yet?”

“Right! Even if Manman suddenly presented as an Omega or a Beta, I’d still adore her! Our girl is incredible, she’s won almost every award out there at such a young age, except for Best Actress.”

“Mu Qian and Fang Jin are amazing too, one’s a sought-after photographer, the other a top idol. Seems like Chairwoman Wen is the only ordinary one?”

“Wrong, totally wrong. Chairwoman Wen joined the Wen Family Research Institute back in middle school. Rumor has it her research is related to scent compatibility.”

“Speaking of scents, have you heard this piece of gossip? They say when the Chairwoman presented, she was influenced by her mother and damaged her gland.”

On the sycamore-lined path of Yiga High, Jiang Man let out a playful “heave-ho” as she hopped onto the curbstone, putting on a “thrilling” balance beam performance for Wen Qing.

The girl had a light, graceful figure. To look good on camera, she diligently maintained her fitness. Though she appeared slender from afar, a closer look revealed her strong, well-defined muscles.

Walking along the narrow curbstone, she moved like a butterfly fluttering lightly in the air. With a tiptoe and a spin, she landed nimbly on Wen Qing’s back.

“Little sis~” Jiang Man wrapped her legs around Wen Qing’s waist and draped her arms over her neck, leaning in with a grin. “It’s been so long since we last slept together. How about sharing a bed tonight?”

The one who had once indulged her every whim as a child now refused.

Hearing this, Jiang Man, still clinging to her back, couldn’t help but frown and pout.

Ever since middle school, when her little sister’s spiritual form awakened, she had become a completely different person constantly anxious, her once-beautiful spiritual snake shedding scales uncontrollably.

The originally vibrant blue snake ended up patchy and bare in places, breaking Jiang Man’s heart.

But every time Jiang Man asked Wen Qing what was wrong, she would shut down and refuse to answer.

Then one day, Jiang Man learned that Chairman Jiang was accompanying Ms. Liu to an awards ceremony and might return late.

A light drizzle fell outside. After some thought, Jiang Man grabbed her pillow, opened the door across the hall, and slipped into Wen Qing’s room, intending to surprise her beautiful little sister.

But instead of delivering a surprise, Jiang Man was the one who ended up terrified.

In the pitch-black room, a cold, sharp glint caught her eye, a surgical knife held firmly in Wen Qing’s hand, aimed at her own gland.

Blood gushed from the underdeveloped gland, and a bitter, sharp, icy scent assaulted Jiang Man’s nostrils.

Everything happened so fast. Before Jiang Man even realized it, she had thrown herself onto Wen Qing, tightly gripping the pale wrist that held the blade.

Though her mind was reeling from shock, Jiang Man still managed to call an ambulance.

From the moment Wen Qing pierced her gland to the arrival of the ambulance and her admission to the hospital, only about ten minutes had passed.

But to Jiang Man in that moment, it felt like an eternity.

Although treatment was administered promptly, it was still the gland, the second most sophisticated organ in human evolution after the brain. Wen Qing’s gland had suffered irreversible damage.

Originally predicted to become an SS-grade, Wen Qing officially differentiated into an S-grade after maturation, with an ugly, hideous scar permanently etched onto her gland.

Jiang Man carefully avoided the gland on the back of Wen Qing’s neck, nuzzling against her before nimbly hopping down the moment Wen Qing froze.

Ever since Wen Qing awakened her spiritual entity, the “petty” Jiang Man had started keeping a notebook dedicated solely to “holding grudges.”

It was densely filled with records of Wen Qing’s various “transgressions”: failing to distinguish her voice from Fang Jin’s, mistaking Mu Qian for her, disappearing without a word for days at a time, avoiding her…

Jiang Man meticulously noted down every single incident. The notebook, once thin, had now multiplied into dozens of volumes stored in a box.

Venting her frustration, Jiang Man stepped forward and pinched Wen Qing’s cheeks, “viciously” ruffling her hair: “Little sister, you don’t care about me at all! Is it just because I haven’t awakened a spiritual entity or undergone differentiation?”

“Do you think I’m an embarrassment to you?”

Wen Qing didn’t defend herself against Jiang Man’s baseless accusations, merely lowering her eyes and allowing herself to be “bullied.”

Only when Jiang Man had vented enough and silently withdrew her hand did Wen Qing lift her teary eyes to look at her: “Wasn’t it Manman who thought I wasn’t good enough and distanced herself from me first?”

Jiang Man had never been able to resist a beauty’s tears since childhood, let alone tears from Wen Qing, who was more stunning than the finest omega!

“Th-that’s not true!” Jiang Man stammered instinctively, her honey-colored amber eyes widening in disbelief as she stared at Wen Qing’s face. “When did I ever think you were… you know… distancing yourself from me?”

“Really?” Hearing this, Wen Qing sobbed softly, as if wanting to believe her but afraid Jiang Man was just deceiving her.” She lifted her damp eyes: “Then during this sensitive period, Manman, take leave and stay with me.”

The words were on the tip of Jiang Man’s tongue, but when she saw the beautiful little snake coiled around Wen Qing’s shoulder suddenly appearing with starry eyes and flicking its tongue she swallowed them back. “We’ll talk about it later, later.”

Jiang Man wanted to slip away, but this time, Wen Qing didn’t let her go.

As the two tugged and pulled at each other on the sycamore-lined path, the little snake nimbly leaped into Jiang Man’s arms, coiling obediently around her wrist and biting its own tail, masquerading as a jade-green bracelet.

No matter how much Jiang Man reasoned with it, stroking its head or ruffling its tail, the little snake remained unmoved, stubbornly clinging to her wrist.

Completely engrossed in her battle of wits with the little snake, Jiang Man didn’t notice the girl standing slightly apart from her, blushing quietly as she gently stroked the snake.

Their playful tussle was casually captured by someone and posted on the school’s anonymous forum.

Although First High strictly regulated entertainment, there were always ways around the rules. The school administration understood that suppression was less effective than guidance, so they turned a blind eye to the anonymous forum.

Sometimes, even the school leaders would browse the forum to catch up on gossip and align their thinking with these lively, unconventional students, ensuring they had common topics to discuss.

Today’s main task was welcoming new students. As the student council president, Wen Qing had taken the “little emperor” Man out for a short stroll before returning to the registration area at the school entrance to continue her duties.

By around six in the evening, most students had already arrived at school. The student council members stood in place, reporting their tasks to the dean with their notebooks in hand.

Jiang Man hadn’t left. She was usually too busy juggling various training classes, accompanying her mother, Aunt Xu Nuo, and Aunt Chengxi to rehearsals, or helping out as an extra in productions so she hadn’t joined the student council.

But Wen Qing had.

Back in middle school, Jiang Man had once gazed enviously at the older girls and casually remarked, “The sisters with red armbands look so cool! I want to marry a cool sister like that!”

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