Senior, Stop Pretending to be an Alpha - Chapter 15

Yu Qiao left as soon as she was done pinching her, as if she truly had only come over to give her a heads-up.

Xie Bufei watched her tall departing figure, only slowly blinking several seconds later.

The Student Union members sitting nearby were already slack-jawed, trembling with excitement at having witnessed such prime gossip firsthand.

To outsiders, Xie Bufei was mostly seen as the beautiful, cold campus goddess. But having spent significant time with her, the members of the Student Union knew better: her capability far outweighed her beauty. It was just that the halo of her appearance was so blinding that people often overlooked how outstanding she was in her own right.

As the Vice President of the Student Union, she was always responsible and fair, maintaining a polite social distance from everyone within her duties neither showing favoritism nor cold-shouldering anyone.

The members respected her deeply; even those who harbored secret crushes didn’t dare cross the line.

Yet over the past few days, since this freshman junior appeared, Xie Bufei had broken her own rules multiple times: standing up for her in a fit of protective rage, twisting the truth to praise her “off-key” singing, and constantly being seen entering and leaving together, chatting and laughing freely.

This contrast was like seeing a high-and-mighty goddess pulled down from her altar, suddenly possessing a touch of human warmth and a willingness to get close to mortals.

Their hearts were racing with curiosity, yet they didn’t dare ask the question burning in their minds: “What exactly is the relationship between you two?!”

Xie Bufei was unaware of the waves she had stirred in others’ hearts. She lowered her head, gradually shifting her gaze away from Yu Qiao, and muttered, “Fine, I won’t look then.”

The spot Yu Qiao had pinched was still tingling. She raised a finger to touch it lightly. So hot…

She bit her lip, and the tips of her ears, hidden beneath her long hair, suddenly turned red.

Military training officially ended on Friday.

The final morning was the closing ceremony. The instructors selected students with outstanding performance from each class to form a phalanx for the performance stage; Yu Qiao was among them.

Xie Bufei sat in the spectator stands, having specifically chosen a prime spot where she could see the people below clearly.

In truth, she didn’t even need to look hard—she spotted Yu Qiao at first glance.

Yu Qiao stood in the second-to-last row. She was tall and had cool, pale skin. Despite seven full days of training, while most people around her had turned a healthy wheat tan, she somehow hadn’t tanned at all.

She wore her military cap neatly, her dark, shiny hair tucked inside, exposing a slender, graceful neck—looking very much like a straight, sturdy young poplar tree.

As the review began, Yu Qiao followed the commands, swinging her arms with precision. With her long limbs, her goose-step was vigorous and powerful, and her turns were crisp and decisive, carrying the spirited air of a soldier.

Perhaps for the sake of overall aesthetics, she had taken off her black-rimmed glasses today. Paired with the camouflage uniform, she looked practically perfect.

Xie Bufei’s heart itched as she watched. She instinctively took out her phone, only realizing what she had done when she heard the click of the camera.

She looked down at the screen guiltily and froze.

In the photo, the young girl was walking past in profile, with the faint, spreading light of dawn behind her. The stray hairs on her forehead were illuminated by the sun, and her side profile was clean-cut, carrying the unique vitality of youth.

Whether it was a matter of the angle or not, Yu Qiao seemed to be casting a faint, almost imperceptible glance toward the lens.

Her gaze was like a clear spring—transparent and indifferent.

Xie Bufei’s earlobes burned. Her fingertips trembled slightly as she shamelessly hit “Save.”

Then, she set it as the profile picture for her secondary Weibo account.

The performance ended smoothly. Yu Qiao returned to her class formation, listening to the school leaders’ speech on stage, which enthusiastically celebrated the start of their “colorful and diverse” university life.

The crowd below listened listlessly. The small fan in Yao Rudong’s hand buzzed as she whispered, “Can the Computer Science department really be colorful? I’m afraid it’s just ‘from entry to the grave.'”

“I think it’s ‘from lush hair to baldness,'” Lu Yun said. “I saw my brother post photos of his company’s team-building on WeChat yesterday. There were so many bald or white-haired guys. When I asked, they were all software developers. I’ve already foreseen our future as corporate slaves.”

“That brutal?!” Yao Rudong clutched her hat nervously, as if trying to hold onto every strand of hair. “Comrades, we can’t slack off! Hair care must start from freshman year!”

Yu Qiao rarely participated in such topics; she preferred listening to her friends rather than speaking. Hearing Yao Rudong, she shook her head with a faint smile.

Once the leaders finished their long-winded talk, the freshmen had to say goodbye to their instructors.

They had complained endlessly during training, but now that it was actually time to leave, they felt strangely reluctant. Many people pulled their instructors aside for photos. Yao Rudong also took a few, saying wistfully, “Do I have some kind of masochistic streak? Suddenly not having military training feels so… unsettled.”

Lu Yun teased, “Then I’ll call you at five tomorrow morning to continue training. How about that?”

Yao Rudong pressed her hands together in prayer. “Sorry, I’ll pass! I’m a hard ‘no’ on waking up early!”

“But this is the last time,” Yu Qiao said. “We won’t have military training ever again.”

The sky was clear, and the sunlight felt warm. As the instructors bid farewell, the dense crowd on the playground gradually dispersed.

The era of military training, which had accompanied many through their youth, quietly came to a close today.

Yu Qiao returned to her routine of traveling between three points: classes, studying, and looking for part-time jobs.

Actually, part-time work didn’t have to be physical labor. Many people suggested she do programming assignments for others online or take on corporate outsourcing.

Despite her excellent grades, Yu Qiao felt her current abilities were limited. She decided to wait a few years until she was more stable before trying outsourcing work.

The various busy tasks filled the gaps in her life, but in her spare time, she would still think of Xie Bufei.

Aside from occasional chats on WeChat, she hadn’t seen Xie Bufei for several days.

The various “coincidences” from before had suddenly vanished without a trace, making those hidden past moments feel like a dream.

“Qiaoqiao, are you ready?” Yao Rudong shouted from outside. “We’re about to head out!”

Yu Qiao snapped out of it, gave a response, and lightly spat out the toothpaste foam to rinse her mouth.

She quickly washed her face and followed her roommates to the teaching building.

The first class of the morning was Marxist Philosophy. The old professor spoke elegantly and taught in an interesting way. The students respected him and were willing to put down their phones to listen.

“In this class, I will talk about the relationship between Omegas and Alphas.” The old teacher pointed to the title on the PPT with a kind smile.

“Sigh, this topic has nothing to do with us Betas,” Yao Rudong sighed. “Right, Qiaoqiao?”

Yu Qiao rubbed her eyes and gave a low hum of agreement.

Yao Rudong glanced at her and immediately looked worried. “What’s wrong? Are you feeling unwell?”

“A bit of a headache.” Yu Qiao pressed her temples lightly, her eyes showing a few bloodshot streaks. “Maybe I didn’t sleep well last night.”

Lu Yun frowned. “I remember you went to bed quite early… Is it a cold? Do you need to take leave?”

“No need,” Yu Qiao sighed, looking a bit listless.

She felt an inexplicable inability to focus today, with a lingering sense of restlessness in her heart that she couldn’t shake off.

The old professor’s voice drifted past her ears like a wind she couldn’t catch.

“As everyone knows, there is a concept of ‘compatibility’ between Alphas and Omegas,” he said gently. “An Alpha and Omega with a compatibility of over 90% can clearly smell each other’s pheromones, even if they are wearing suppression patches.”

“But 90% compatibility is too rare,” someone below said. “Even if you meet such a person, you might not know if the scent on them is a pheromone.”

“Exactly, which is why many people in this world miss their chance because of it.” The old teacher smiled. “If you students ever meet that person, don’t let them go. You must seize the opportunity.”

Laughter broke out below. Yu Qiao let out a heavy breath and looked out the window.

She saw a slender figure walk past the corridor with light steps, quickly disappearing at the end.

Yu Qiao paused, suddenly feeling the restlessness in her heart lighten significantly.

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