Reborn as an Alpha and Still Wanting to Engage in Lesbian Relationships - Chapter 33.2

Wen Qing should have been happy Manman hadn’t distanced herself because of it but she couldn’t bring herself to smile.

Only she knew how terrified she had been after recognizing the face of the person who confessed to Jiang Man at the assembly.

She couldn’t let them interact.

Suppressing her emotions, Wen Qing walked over.

Two Alphas and one quasi-Alpha, researching the topic of “How Same-Sex Letter People Fall in Love,” had achieved zero results.

Spotting Wen Qing, Fang Jin pulled her over abruptly: “Wen Qing, aren’t you studying pheromones and glands? You’re the expert analyze how same-sex individuals can fall in love!”

Wen Qing’s gaze fell on Jiang Man’s face. Jiang Man, squatting on the ground, looked up at her and couldn’t help scratching her cheek: “We were just chatting casually.”

“Mm.”

Dubbed the “unattainable flower,” President Wen Qing squatted at the end of the line like her companions and meticulously explained the nature of pheromones and the workings of glands to the three of them.

A barrage of technical terms left Jiang Man dizzy, feeling as if she were about to meet her long-lost great-grandmother.

Jiang Man couldn’t resist reaching out to cover Wen Qing’s chattering mouth: “M-Master, please stop reciting.”

The small snake coiled around her wrist was revealed, and Wen Qing’s eyes darkened as she looked at her.

Bright, dazzling sunlight always leaves some dark corners untouched.

In the darkness, some monster was absorbing nutrients and growing wildly, waiting for the perfect moment to seize and monopolize the sun in the sky that belonged to all.

The coursework in the second year of high school was considerably busier than in the first year. Staring at the mountain of test papers piled on her desk, Jiang Man felt years older.

The only thing in the world that could compare to family ruin and bankruptcy was: repeating three years of high school.

The dark memories of her previous three years of high school hadn’t yet faded, and now the memories of this life’s high school were starting to overlay them.

Two sets of memories, double the torment.

Coupled with the fact that the knowledge was entirely different from her past life, Jiang Man had to stay up late every night just to barely finish her assignments.

Fortunately, Wen Qing was an incredibly top student, rescuing Jiang Man from the depths of academic despair.

During a break, Jiang Man turned around with her textbook, poked the girl beside her, and looked at her with pleading, puppy-dog eyes: “Little sister, dear little sister, my dear Qingqing, how do you solve this problem?”

Wen Qing snapped out of her thoughts, glanced at Jiang Man’s fair face, then discreetly averted her gaze to the exercise book under Jiang Man’s hand.

The girl’s voice was clear and crisp, like jade pieces clinking together, making Jiang Man unconsciously follow her train of thought.

After a while, Jiang Man’s scrunched-up face suddenly relaxed. Seeing the calculated result on the exercise book match the answer exactly, she shook her head happily, beaming.

With Wen Qing as her personal tutor, studying became much easier for Jiang Man compared to her previous life!

Those who frequently experience rebirth know that rebirth only lets you start over, it doesn’t boost your original IQ.

Unlike Wen Qing, the academic genius, Jiang Man’s intelligence only barely placed her at the very bottom of the top tier when it came to academics.

Therefore, if Jiang Man wanted to get into the Performing Arts Department of her dream university, Imperial Capital University, she had to put in much, much more effort.

Once she entered her study mode, Jiang Man tended to lose herself completely. If Wen Qing and the others weren’t around, she might even starve herself to the point of fainting one day.

During the lunch break, Jiang Man, who was still swimming in the ocean of knowledge, was forcibly pulled out by Wen Qing.

Fang Jin confiscated the book in her hands, Mu Qian hid the pen on her desk, and Wen Qing wrapped an arm around her waist, guiding her toward the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was bustling with students during lunchtime. The three of them found an empty seat for Jiang Man and then split up to line up at different food counters.

When Jiang Man’s brain was overworked, she would end up in a dazed state like this. From afar, she looked like a well-behaved girl sitting quietly, but up close, one could see her vacant eyes fixed on a point in the air.

Usually, this state would only ease after she was comforted by delicious food.

But today was different.

Xu Yilong and the other freshmen were still undergoing military training, so their lunchtime was earlier than that of the second and third-year students. By the time they finished eating and were about to leave with their trays, Jiang Man and her friends had just arrived after class.

As Jiang Man’s die-hard fan, Xu Yilong not only repeatedly watched every work Jiang Man had participated in, but she had even adopted a line from one of Jiang Man’s movie roles as her personal motto.

So, when she saw her idol not far away and especially after Jiang Man had kindly helped her just the day before Xu Yilong’s desire to go over and greet her grew stronger.

Before she could finish hesitating about making the first move, she saw a very pretty girl emerge from the crowd and confidently walk over to Jiang Man.

“Hi, Manman,” the pretty girl said, tucking the long hair by her cheeks behind her ears and extending her hand openly. “I’m not sure if you remember me, but I’m the one who confessed to you during the assembly this morning.”

Hearing this, Jiang Man snapped out of her daze.

She politely raised her hand and gave a light, courteous handshake. Her still-recovering brain worked hard to process the information from the girl’s words, her gaze revealing a hint of confusion.

The girl seemed prepared for Jiang Man’s bewilderment. Just as she was about to introduce herself in detail, her friends, who were waiting not far away, called out to her.

After a moment’s thought, the girl tightened her grip on Jiang Man’s hand and flashed a confident smile. “Manman, I’ll test into Class One!” With that, she hurried off to join her friends.

Fang Jin, who had been watching the scene from the sidelines, saw the girl leave and brought her tray over, sitting next to Jiang Man with a teasing grin. “Oh, dear, it seems your love star is shining bright lately~ You got a confession this morning, and now someone’s confessing to you in person at lunch, saying something like, ‘I’ll definitely make it into Class A, just wait for me.'”

Hearing Fang Jin’s exaggerated retelling, Jiang Man finally snapped back to reality and glared at her. “She didn’t say the second part!”

“What second part?”

Mu Qian and Wen Qing arrived with their trays. Wen Qing sat down familiarly across from Jiang Man and, before Jiang Man could even pick up her chopsticks, began transferring all the food Jiang Man didn’t like onto her own plate.

Hearing Wen Qing’s question, Fang Jin whose mind was entirely preoccupied with dating pretty omegas winked mischievously at the other two. “Our little Manman is all grown up! Someone just came over to hit on her!”

Crack!

The three of them looked up as Wen Qing tossed the broken chopsticks into the trash and calmly retrieved a new pair from the chopstick holder.

“Why are you staring at me?” Noticing their gazes, Wen Qing blinked innocently. “Keep talking.”

Fang Jin tentatively began to speak, only to sense a murderous aura targeting her vulnerable neck.

She shut her mouth, and the sharp killing intent vanished as quietly as it had appeared.

Open mouth presence; shut mouth disappearance.

After a few repetitions, Fang Jin chose.

“That unfamiliar pretty sophomore girl from my grade just came to hit on Manzai! They were holding hands tightly, and she said she’d wait for Manzai in Class A, she’ll definitely test into Class A!”

The audacious Fang Jin chose to spill everything in one breath.

She rattled it all off without a single stumble, making Rap Jin couldn’t help but let out a triumphant “skr.”

Mu Qian glanced at the excited Fang Jin, then turned to see Wen Qing smiling gently yet exuding a hidden murderous intent.

Some people die, and they really don’t die unjustly.

Words can’t persuade those destined to die from their own foolishness.

The bystander Mu Qian shook her head and chose to watch the drama unfold.

Fang Jin turned and grabbed Jiang Man’s hand, shaking it excitedly. “Wow! Manzai, did you hear that? I didn’t stumble even once just now! I’m so amazing!”

“But…” Jiang Man wobbled from the shaking. “You’re spreading rumors!”

Slapping away the hyperactive “dark chocolate,” Jiang Man crossed her arms and called for the gold medal debater Wen Qing to take the stage. “Little sister, educate this popular idol who’s all looks and no brains about the consequences of fabricating and spreading false information!”

After picking out the unwanted ingredients and spices from Jiang Man’s meal, Wen Qing placed her tray in front of her. Smiling at the foolish-looking Fang Jin, she said, “If our family’s legal team were to mobilize, even Aunt Wen Qingfang’s fortune would be drained because of this idiot.”

Finally, the silly dog sensed the venomous fangs beneath the other’s calm demeanor.

Fang Jin released Jiang Man, shrinking her head timidly and obediently sitting back down to eat.

This was probably the quietest Fang Jin had been during a meal recently.

Whenever Wen Qing’s gaze swept over her, Fang Jin would noisily shovel food into her mouth, appearing utterly docile.

The cafeteria was crowded during lunch, and Fang Jin wasn’t the only eyewitness.

By the end of the lunch break, posts about that girl and Jiang Man had sprouted like bamboo shoots after rain.

But gossip was an instinct engraved in the DNA of this “soy-colored golden retriever.”

Having held back all afternoon, Fang Jin finally seized the moment when Wen Qing left for a meeting to dash over to Jiang Man, blocking out those stirred up by the forum posts.

“Manzai!”

Fang Jin leaned over the desk, her face brimming with curiosity. “Do you know which class the girl who confessed to you at noon is from?”

Jiang Man emerged from her sea of knowledge and shook her head honestly.

Seeing that Jiang Man didn’t even know, Fang Jin’s eyes sparkled even brighter.

Scooting closer to Jiang Man, Fang Jin whispered in her ear, “She’s the class belle of Class D, an A+ omega with a spirit exactly like Aunt Liu Ying’s!”

To facilitate management and ensure no student fell behind, the high school implemented a tiered class system.

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