Reborn as an Alpha and Still Wanting to Engage in Lesbian Relationships - Chapter 33.3

From Class A to Class F, students in each class shared similar learning progress and abilities, allowing teachers to tailor their instruction accordingly.

After speaking, Fang Jin shifted back to her original position, watching Jiang Man’s reaction with anticipation. Propping her cheek on one hand, she sent a charming wink Jiang Man’s way. “So, are you tempted or not?”

But Jiang Man’s reaction was lukewarm.

Fang Jin, puzzled, leaned in to press further: “But that’s your favorite fluffy creature! Isn’t it way more satisfying to pet than Wen Qing’s smooth, featherless snake?”

Hearing this, Jiang Man quickly covered the “ears” of the little snake coiled around her wrist and shot Fang Jin a displeased glare: “The child is right here, watch what you’re saying!”

Fang Jin stared in astonishment as the jade-green little snake, which had been cosplaying as a bracelet, now lay sobbing in Jiang Man’s palm while Jiang Man patiently comforted the “child.”

Cradling the snake in her hands, Jiang Man cooed gently: “Don’t listen, don’t listen. Fang Jin is a bad person. Our little snake is the cutest hognose in the whole wide world. We don’t pay attention to mean comments! The little snake in Jiang Man’s hands seemed on the verge of melting into a puddle of grievance.

It coiled itself up and gently nibbled at her pale fingertips, softly rubbing them in its mouth.

Since its creation, the little snake had never endured such grievances or heard such harsh words!

Seeing the pitiful snake, Jiang Man’s protective instincts surged. She glared at Fang Jin, shooed away the brown golden retriever with a grumpy tone, and focused entirely on comforting the little snake.

Since when could spiritual entities cry so pitifully?

Fang Jin sat back down in her seat, looking utterly bewildered. After a long moment, she turned to Mu Qian, who was fiddling with her camera, and asked: “Qian, tell me honestly. Can our spiritual entities really cry with whimpers and sobs?”

Mu Qian set down her camera, scrolling through the photos she’d captured of “Man comforting the little snake,” then glanced up at the clueless dog: “Spiritual entities reflect their master’s consciousness. If your golden retriever doesn’t cry, maybe it’s because you’re just dumb.”

“Oh, oh!Fang Jin pointed at Mu Qian with an expression of sudden enlightenment: “So your little act of showing off is because you love to play the big shot!””

Stupidity is an incurable disease.

Mu Qian looked at Fang Jin, who possessed a certain beauty of missing brainstem, and closed her eyes in despair.

Jiang Man hadn’t even noticed when Wen Qing returned. She had spent the entire evening self-study session focused on comforting the little snake, barely managing to calm its wails down to occasional sniffles.

“Qingzai.”

Looking at the poor little snake still hiccuping in her palm, Jiang Man’s heart softened. She carried the aggrieved snake to its owner to negotiate: “Can the little snake sleep with me tonight?””

Seeing Wen Qing about to speak, Jiang Man quickly added: “She’s very well-behaved and won’t disturb my rest at all! And I promise I won’t secretly pet her at night and disrupt her sleep!”

Jiang Man’s bright puppy dog eyes pleaded pitifully at Wen Qing as she gently bounced the hand holding the snake: “Please, please, dear Qingqing, sweet little sister.”

Wen Qing looked at Jiang Man, then at the little snake in her palm. The snake’s obsidian-like eyes met Wen Qing’s gaze.

Two bodies, one heart the spiritual entity reflects its master’s consciousness.

One could also say the spiritual entity is the master stripped down to pure animal instinct and one-fifth of their thinking capacity.

Wen Qing remained silent for so long that Jiang Man began to feel uncertain.

“If it’s not okay.”

“You can.”

Their voices overlapped. Jiang Man looked up at her in surprise.

Wen Qing reached out to touch the little snake’s head, nodding at Jiang Man: “The little snake likes you very much. Whatever you do to her, she feels happy about it. I can see you really like her too.”

Jiang Man nodded vigorously.

Watching Wen Qing get up to wash up, Jiang Man held the little snake close, nuzzling it affectionately against her cheek. “Baby, how about sleeping with me tonight~”

In response, the little snake enthusiastically pressed closer.

It was the first time Jiang Man was sleeping with the little snake, and for some reason, she found herself inexplicably unable to fall asleep.

The little snake, coiled beside her pillow, nestled tightly against her long hair. Its sapphire-blue scales looked even more beautiful under the moonlight that stealthily streamed into the dorm room.

Of course, she had to be sneaky!

Jiang Man pricked up her ears, carefully listening for any movement from the upper bunk.

Seeing that it was completely quiet above, the wicked little Jiang Man, who had been craving this for a long time, let out a silent, villainous “hehehe” chuckle and reached out her mischievous claws toward the innocent little snake lying beside her pillow.

Wen Qing suddenly opened her eyes, her face flushing a deep, blood-red hue.

Before falling asleep, Jiang Man had stroked and kissed the little snake from its head all the way to the tip of its tail. Satisfied, she drifted off to sleep and woke up the next morning feeling refreshed and energized!

Quietly sitting up, she found the little snake obediently coiled around her wrist. Jiang Man carefully got up to wash up, preparing to go out for her morning exercise.

As she pulled open the bathroom door with her washbasin in hand, Jiang Man was startled and quickly covered her mouth to stifle a scream.

Her eyes wide with lingering fear, she stared at Wen Qing, whose dark circles stood out starkly against her fair skin.

After giving Wen Qing a once-over, Jiang Man cautiously asked, “Did you also stay up all night catching up on assignments?”

The dark circles under Wen Qing’s eyes were far too noticeable, and when her jade-green eyes met Jiang Man’s, they were filled with a complexity Jiang Man couldn’t quite decipher.

“No,” Wen Qing averted her gaze, rubbing her temples wearily. “The research institute is rushing to meet a project deadline recently, and I’m feeling a bit anxious.”

Jiang Man looked at her with heartfelt concern, her sparkling eyes full of worry. “Is it a very important project? Are you the only one who can handle it? Can you talk to Aunt Wen Yu and ask her to assign some of the work to others?”

Wen Qing lifted her gaze to meet Jiang Man’s and, after a long pause, shook her head seriously. “No, it’s my project. Only I can take it on. Others wouldn’t be able to.”

Though Jiang Man knew nothing about scientific research, she had heard from others about Wen Qing’s extraordinary talent, which had left countless peers in awe since she entered the industry in her teens.

Such an exceptional successor was not only a guarantee for the Wen family’s enterprise but also a source of pride for the Wen family.

But Wen Qing was an only child.

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