Reborn as an Alpha and Still Wanting to Engage in Lesbian Relationships - Chapter 34.3

Jiang Man’s eyes curved into crescents, her face beaming with a bright smile. “I really enjoyed talking with you. My event is about to start. I hope next time we meet, you’ll have achieved your goal of making it into Class A.”

With that, she waved goodbye to the dazed Li Xuxue, repeated her farewell, and hurried off toward the high jump competition assembly point.

The late autumn air carried a hint of chill, but Li Xuxue felt as if the weather had turned warm and cozy.

Clutching the still-packaged small blanket carefully in her arms, her cheeks flushed an even deeper red.

Many of the sports meet event judges were student council members working part-time.

When Jiang Man rushed into the preparation area, she immediately spotted Wen Qing distributing number tags.

Work often lent an air of maturity and steady composure to inexperienced students, and Jiang Man was no exception to this perception.

Watching Wen Qing approach with her number tag, Jiang Man grinned and leaned in close, praising, “You look so cool~”

They stood so near each other that they had crossed the boundaries of social distance.

One unaware, the other not reminding.

Wen Qing twitched her nose slightly, her emerald eyes locking onto those smiling honey-colored ones. “You were just sitting with some careless omega, weren’t you?”

“Careless? Do all you post-differentiation alphas have dog-like noses? So sharp, you can even detect that?” Jiang Man lowered her head to sniff her own clothes but found them completely scent-free. “She’s a really kind classmate. She saw me sleeping under the sun and held an umbrella for me. Her goal is to advance from Class D to Class A!”

Wen Qing lowered her gaze as Jiang Man held the roll call sheet, leaning in to pin the number tag onto her. Casually, she asked, “What’s your name?”

“Li Xuxue.”

Jiang Man, without a second thought, praised, “Xuxue, Xuxue it feels like you’re a deeply cherished child in your family. Such a lovely name!”

Once the number tag was securely pinned, Wen Qing remained silent and took the roll call sheet back from her.

Jiang Man patted her shoulder and declared with grand ambition, just like she used to in the Sunflower Class, “Little sister, wait and see! Your big sister will bring back a shiny gold medal for you!”

Wen Qing gave a light laugh and nodded.

Not far away, the referee had already started calling names. Hearing her own, Jiang Man responded and dashed off.

The clamor of the crowd drowned out a faint, sharp sound.

A student council member approached and couldn’t help but exclaim upon drawing near, “President, your pen!”

Sticky ink dripped from between her fingers, the black fluid masking the crimson beneath.

Handing the roll call sheet to the member, Wen Qing wore a distant smile. “Could you keep an eye on this for me? I need to wash my hands.”

The cold water stream hit her palm directly, the pain sharpening her mind.

As the black ink washed away, it revealed a terrifying, deep red scar on her palm.

Fated pair.

Medical technology is quite advanced these days, isn’t it?

Though she hadn’t differentiated yet, Jiang Man’s abilities were the most outstanding among the competitors.

The bar was raised again and again. Opponents knocked it down one after another, failing, while Jiang Man leaped with all her strength each time.

With her final jump, the gold medal securely landed in Jiang Man’s possession.

Amid the cheers around her, Jiang Man stood on the highest podium, holding her small trophy, and scanned the crowd. She spotted her friends standing together at the edge, applauding for her.

Jiang Man raised the trophy and waved it. After the photographer took the group photo, she bounded over to her friends in a flash.

The little trophy passed from hand to hand among her friends, and Jiang Man, the gold medalist of this year’s high jump competition, puffed out her chest with pride.

Fang Jin, who had just won the gold in the 2km long run, respectfully presented the trophy to “Queen Manman” and gave her a thumbs-up. “Incredible, absolutely incredible!”

The proud Queen Manman showed no modesty. With a grin, she said, “Oh, it was nothing, really~ I, Queen Manman, haven’t even shown my full strength yet!”

Such behavior might have been off-putting in anyone else, but coming from Jiang Man, everyone just found it endearing.

Especially since Fang Jin and the others genuinely believed Queen Manman was clever, brave, sharp, and adorable!

Fang Jin, an idol, had even more flair for drama than Jiang Man, the prodigy actress.

She pulled Mu Qian and Wen Qing into the act, crowning Queen Manman with an invisible crown that only the clever could see!

Queen Manman tilted her chin up, placed her hands on her hips, and chuckled smugly as she accepted the honor.

Freshly crowned, Queen Manman opened her eyes and saw her friends’ smiling faces directed at her, unable to suppress a wide grin.

As they joked around, Wen Qing noticed a council member waving at her from a distance and quietly informed Jiang Man.

Jiang Man, who had no more events for the day, stopped and trotted over to Wen Qing. “I’ll come with you! Today, I’ll be President Wen’s little assistant!”

With that, she reached for the roll call sheet in Wen Qing’s hand but happened to glance down and see Wen Qing’s right palm wrapped in white gauze.

“What happened?” Jiang Man instinctively frowned, grabbing Wen Qing’s hand as she tried to pull away.

“It’s nothing,” Wen Qing said softly. “I just accidentally bumped into something earlier. The teacher was making a big deal out of it.”

Jiang Man furrowed her brows and looked at her skeptically. “Really?”

Even though she was the one who had caused the injury, Wen Qing nodded without batting an eye.

Jiang Man stared into her eyes for a long time but couldn’t detect anything amiss. She could only take the attendance sheet from Wen Qing’s hands and mutter under her breath, feeling sorry for her carelessness.

Listening to Jiang Man’s concerned murmurs, Wen Qing spread her hands and obediently promised to be more careful next time.

Beside them, Fang Jin couldn’t help but feel a pang of jealousy and raised her voice to complain, “Man Man, why are you so biased? When I fell off my bike last time, you didn’t fuss over me like this! Why!”

Hearing this, Mu Qian put down her camera and glanced at the fair, delicate, and obedient Wen Qing standing before Jiang Man, then at the loudly protesting Fang Jin, who was as dark as chocolate.

“?!”

Fang Jin rushed over, grabbed Mu Qian’s shoulders, and shook her. “What’s with that look? Say it, say it!”

Teacher Mu remained silent, merely casting a mocking and disdainful gaze at the distraught Fang Jin.

With a wail, Fang Jin truly broke down.

Letting go of Mu Qian’s shoulders, she looked around at her unappreciative friends who failed to see her charm and cried out in frustration, “You cold-hearted women! Are you happy now? I, Niohuru Fang Jin, will make you regret this!”

After delivering her dramatic declaration, the tall, dark Fang Jin let out a few sobs and flounced coquettishly toward a group of omegas.

Mu Qian and Jiang Man simultaneously made faces of disgust.

As the daughter of Fang Hao, a T0-level simp in the “before marriage, I couldn’t care less; after marriage, I wag my tail around my wife” category, who was fully engrossed in a genuine love story with her love at first sight Fang Jin was even more complicated in matters of the heart than those who engaged in marriages of convenience before love.

Outwardly single, she actually had a whole roster of omega friends, fitting the image of a scummy alpha perfectly, highly reminiscent of the characters in the “scummy alpha redemption novels” on Aunt Qian Duowei’s bookshelf.

Watching Fang Jin flirt and charm among the young omegas, Jiang Man and Mu Qian shook their heads silently and, as if by prior agreement, raised their cameras or light-brain devices to record Fang Jin’s “promiscuous” moments.

They were determined to add fuel to the fire when Fang Jin eventually found herself in a “chasing wife through cremation” scenario in the future.

Once Jiang Man had taken enough photos, she sauntered back to Wen Qing’s side, her eyes sparkling as she gazed into Wen Qing’s gentle, mesmerizing jade-green eyes. Patting her chest, she declared, “As promised, I’m your little secretary today. You can order me to do anything!”

Wen Qing looked at her and chuckled softly.

With her uninjured hand, she took hold of Jiang Man’s wrist. “Then, Secretary Man Man, please keep me company all day today.”

The energy of youth is boundless, and with hormones running wild, along the way Jiang Man had already spotted more than a dozen pairs of young lovers shyly holding hands or embracing.

Looking at them, then down at her own hand clasped with Wen Qing’s, the ever-inquisitive student Jiang Man couldn’t help but raise her hand and ask, “Teacher, why do they all hold hands so shyly? Is their hand-holding different from ours?”

Wen Qing stopped walking and turned to look at Jiang Man.

“It’s different,” Wen Qing said softly, yet with utmost seriousness. “When Man Man holds my hand, what do you think about?”

What does she think about?

Jiang Man furrowed her brows, lost in deep thought.

As a child, I dreamed of protecting the beautiful little one and being lifelong friends with Wen Qing. Now, it seems that hasn’t changed.

They had held hands so many times that Jiang Man had grown accustomed to Wen Qing occasionally taking her hand without giving it much thought.

Wen Qing lifted their joined hands, her slender fingers noticeably larger than Jiang Man’s gently but firmly sliding between Jiang Man’s fingers, interlacing them from bottom to top, leaving no room for refusal. Their fingers locked tightly together.

“How about this?”

Jiang Man stared blankly at their intertwined hands, her mind empty. After a long pause, she looked up at the owner of the hand, dazed and innocent: “Your hands are so pretty, just like you really beautiful.”

Hearing this, Wen Qing chuckled softly, her voice light and gentle: “Manman, do you know what they would think of?”

Jiang Man shook her head honestly.

She watched as Wen Qing turned her gaze toward a pair of shy young couples holding hands nearby: “They would think about their future together, their life, family, children, and sex.”

Jiang Man’s face instantly flushed red. Staring at the young couples in the distance, she felt the palm pressed against Wen Qing’s grow hot.

She tried to pull her hand away but didn’t expect Wen Qing to tighten her grip.

“In the ABO system, there’s a hypothesis about ‘fated pairs’ in AO relationships.”

“Some researchers once gathered over two hundred AO couples and deliberately separated them, shuffling them around. Each day, they arranged for different Alphas or Omegas to meet and get to know them. The experiment lasted a full twelve months.”

“When the experiment concluded, 70% of the couples chose to part ways with their former partners after meeting someone more compatible; 20% betrayed their original intentions, maintaining contact with their lovers while flirting with newcomers; and 9%, after some hesitation, chose to remain faithful.”

Wen Qing paused, and Jiang Man couldn’t help but ask: “What about the remaining 1%?”

“The remaining 1%,” Wen Qing looked at her, “never developed feelings for anyone else throughout the entire experiment, even though the researchers deliberately introduced them to individuals who were supposedly more compatible to tempt them.”

“The researchers initially thought it was because their love was steadfast, but after extensive testing, they discovered that these couples were high-matching fated pairs.”

“Manman, if you meet your fated pair, will you abandon me?”

Though Wen Qing was smiling, Jiang Man could sense the pheromones around them screaming with anxiety, unease, and fear.

The small snake coiled around her wrist hissed restlessly. Wen Qing lowered her gaze, looking at her intently: “Manman, will you leave me behind?”

Jiang Man felt inexplicably flustered and avoided her gaze: “But you’ll also meet your fated pair someday.”

She finally managed to pull her hand free from Wen Qing’s grasp. Lowering her eyes, Jiang Man felt the atmosphere had turned awkward and forced a dry laugh: “Out of over two hundred couples, only one pair that’s such a small probability! Besides, I haven’t even presented yet. Statistically, you’re more likely to encounter one first!”

Raising her eyes, she was met with a sky ablaze with fiery clouds.

Jiang Man grew excited instantly, tugging at Wen Qing’s arm and exclaiming: “Look, little sister, fiery clouds!”

The sight of the fiery clouds swept away the strangely awkward conversation.

Seeing Wen Qing return to her usual self, Jiang Man breathed a small sigh of relief, gathered her emotions, and once again became the lively, bouncing “Great King Manman.”

On the second day of the sports meet, Jiang Man had no events scheduled. Combined with Wen Qing’s injured hand, it was only natural that Jiang Man became Chairman Wen’s little follower.

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