The Green Tea Omega Has Turned Bad - Chapter 33

Yan Xia made a funny face at her and quickly turned back around.

Shang Wandong looked out the window, exhaling softly to calm the heat rising in her face.

Beside her, Fu Yuan carefully observed her expression and said hesitantly, “Wandong, how long have you two known each other? You seem to be very close.”

Shang Wandong said, “We’ve known each other since we were kids.”

“…That long,” the smile on Fu Yuan’s face became a bit forced. “You are childhood sweethearts; that’s really nice.”

Ever since Yan Xia transferred into Class A, a sense of crisis had grown in Fu Yuan’s heart.

She originally thought Yan Xia was like an embroidered pillow—attractive on the outside but hollow within, with a terrible reputation, only able to idle away her days in Class F by relying on her family’s money.

Meanwhile, she herself not only had good grades and popularity but was also quite good-looking. Shang Wandong had always treated her politely and spoke to her much more than to others.

In such a comparison, the difference was obvious a poor student like Yan Xia was absolutely unworthy of Shang Wandong.

Unexpectedly, Yan Xia not only passed the exams to get in but also sat right next to Shang Wandong.

Fu Yuan had spent two years and still could not pry open the thick shell of ice around Shang Wandong, yet the Yan Xia from just now had achieved it so simply.

The phrase “childhood sweethearts” was an insurmountable chasm, a gap in time that could not be bridged.

Fu Yuan looked at Yan Xia in the front seat, biting her lip with feelings of unreconciled jealousy and resentment.

If she and Yan Xia could exchange identities and spend every day together, Shang Wandong would surely have been won over by her long ago.

She glanced at the podium, secretly pulled out her phone, and angrily typed in a group chat: “My love rival has transferred into my class.”

This group was an Omega-only chat for Hucheng No. 1 High School, including many longing Omegas from the tenth to twelfth grades.

The uninformed Omegas began to gossip one after another: “Who is it? Who is trying to snatch my ‘wife’ again!”

“Is she good-looking? An Alpha or an Omega?”

“There are too many people who like our school beauty. I wonder which one you mean? The Class B beauty or the Class C darling?”

Fu Yuan: “None of them. It’s Yan Xia.”

One Omega replied: “Tsk, Yan Xia. She’s not that great; she just has some looks and her grades are decent, that’s all.”

The crowd: “…I think having those two conditions is already very impressive.”

“Bah! Although she is pretty and has good grades, her character is poor!” That person sent a long string of messages. “Think about it, everyone’s first reaction when mentioning her is still that love letter incident. What does that prove? Her reputation among the public is very bad.”

The crowd agreed one after another: “True.”

Fu Yuan: “My impression of Yan Xia isn’t very good either. I feel like she’s a bit ‘tea-ish’ (manipulative).”

Someone took the initiative to comfort her: “Xiao Yuan, aren’t you Shang Wandong’s seatmate? Your relationship must be very good, definitely stronger than that Yan Xia person.”

Fu Yuan stole a glance at Director Xu. Seeing that he hadn’t noticed, she lowered her head and guiltily typed: “Yeah, my relationship with Wandong is indeed pretty good.”

“I’m so envious, I want to be seatmates with my ‘wife’ too.”

The following messages turned into a repeater: “I’m so envious, I want to be seatmates with my ‘wife’ too.” “I’m so envious, I want to be seatmates with my ‘wife’ too.” “I’m so envious, I want to be seatmates with my ‘wife’ too.” “…”

Until someone broke the formation: “Do you guys not have your own wives? Why are you calling my wife yours!”

Seeing this, a strange sense of vanity and satisfaction rose in Fu Yuan’s heart. She glanced at Yan Xia and said: “But I’ve lost my confidence. I just heard Wandong say that she and Yan Xia have known each other since they were little.”

“???！？！”

“No wonder I often see them going home together after school…”

“Regarding that cheating incident with Yan Xia, it seems the ‘wife’ even went to back her up.”

“So jealous… they are childhood sweethearts, is their relationship that good…”

Fu Yuan: “Yes, but I still feel Yan Xia and Wandong are not a good match. Maybe I’m overthinking it.”

A group of Omegas expressed their support: “Indeed, they aren’t a match. I unilaterally declare that Yan Xia is not worthy of my wife!”

“Xiao Yuan, don’t be discouraged yet. You are the one among us with the best chance. Besides, didn’t Yan Xia like Luo Qiyuan before? Maybe she still likes him now.”

“Exactly. And what do childhood friends matter? There’s a saying since ancient times, the newcomer always defeats the childhood friend.”

“You’re right (nsdd). That Yan Xia has known the ‘wife’ for so long and still hasn’t won her over, which means Shang Wandong has no interest in her at all. If she were interested, they would have been together long ago.”

Looking at the lines of indignant replies, Fu Yuan couldn’t help but curl her lips: “Thank you everyone, I feel comforted. Let’s all work hard together.”

She turned off her phone and looked straight ahead, just in time to see Yan Xia resting her chin on her hand, looking as if her mind was wandering. In her heart, Fu Yuan felt disdain and felt even more that her chances of winning were great.

A voice rang in her ear: “Hey, Yan Xia!”

Yan Xia snapped back to reality. She had been chatting with the system just now and hadn’t noticed what was happening around her.

Seeing Lu Yixing observing her thoughtfully, she asked, “What’s wrong?”

Lu Yixing pulled a thin piece of paper from her pencil case and handed it to her.

Yan Xia took it and saw a large printed table with various classes written in the boxes.

“This is the class schedule,” Lu Yixing said. “You probably don’t have one yet.”

Yan Xia looked at her with some surprise and nodded: “Thank you…” She didn’t expect this girl to be unexpectedly thoughtful.

“It’s nothing. I printed an extra one before and just thought of it, so I gave it to you.”

Lu Yixing leaned back against her chair, reached into her pocket again, and asked her, “Want a candy?”

In her palm lay a mint candy; the familiar blue-green wrapper shimmered in the sunlight.

Yan Xia suddenly remembered the mint candy Shang Wandong had given her when she was motion sick, and she understood.

She reached out to take it, unwrapped the paper, and asked casually, “Did you give some to Wandong before too?”

“No.” Lu Yixing opened her mouth in confusion. “I begged Shang Wandong for this one.”

Yan Xia was stunned.

Lu Yixing took another candy and tossed it into her mouth, crunching on it. “I’m telling you, Shang Wandong is so stingy! I saw her buy a big bag earlier, but she only gave me a few.”

Yan Xia blinked and suddenly began to laugh: “So that’s how it is. Thank you.”

Lu Yixing: “Huh? You don’t need to be so polite.”

Yan Xia pursed her lips. The refreshing taste of the mint filled her mouth, along with a faint, lingering sweetness.

She lowered her eyes, her thick eyelashes like two small fans. For a moment, who knows what she was thinking, but the corners of her mouth curled up slightly.

Seeing this, Lu Yixing thought: She’s this happy just from eating a piece of candy? She’s really easy to satisfy. Her family couldn’t be very poor, could they…

The first period was English class. The English teacher for Class A was surnamed Yang, and she was very humorous in her speech and actions. She walked onto the podium, and her first sentence was: “Seeing as you worked hard finishing the midterms, I’ll play a movie for you this class.”

The entire Class A erupted in cheers. Those sitting by the windows actively pulled down the curtains, and the classroom was instantly shrouded in dimness.

Yan Xia gradually adjusted her vision to the darkness. She looked left and right; everyone’s faces were filled with expressions of anticipation and excitement.

It had quite an atmospheric feel.

Teacher Yang turned on the projector, and colored images appeared on the screen as melodious music began to play.

A frustrated music teacher comes to a new school, opens a new chapter in his life, and changes the fates of many people.

Yan Xia had seen this movie a long time ago, coincidentally also during her high school years. It was The Chorus.

She suddenly felt a bit nostalgic for her own high school days that she could never return to.

The movie’s color palette leaned toward soft yellow, overflowing with the vigorous atmosphere of early spring. The well-paced plot caused many people to become captivated.

In the silent crowd, Shang Wandong’s gaze fell on Yan Xia’s back.

She was tilting her head slightly, completely motionless. Her shoulder-length black hair was tied back with a rubber band, hanging at the back of her head like a short little tail.

An isolation patch was stuck to the back of her slender neck. The edge of the sticker was slightly curled, faintly revealing a dark red bite mark on the porcelain-white skin, which was particularly conspicuous.

The summer air was sweltering. Shang Wandong lowered her eyes, feeling a bit irritable and a little guilty, her tongue involuntarily pressing against her canines.

She hadn’t controlled herself well last night and bit too deep. She hadn’t had the chance to ask Yan Xia if it hurt.

When the period ended, the movie hadn’t finished yet. Teacher Yang called for the end of class. Many people were still unsatisfied and begged her to play a bit more.

Teacher Yang deliberately stiffened her face: “No more. Watch the rest on your own. This movie isn’t for you to watch for free; I have a task to give you.”

An ominous premonition rose in many people’s hearts.

Teacher Yang said: “Go back and finish the movie, write a 200-word reflection, and hand it in tomorrow. This is your homework for today.”

“Don’t do this—”

“Are you even human???”

“The thought of writing an essay makes the movie not interesting anymore.”

Teacher Yang walked out of the classroom with a smile, leaving behind a wave of wails.

Yan Xia took out a pen and noted the homework in her notebook, suddenly remembering that she hadn’t bought her own pens yet.

She turned around, curled her index finger, and tapped on Shang Wandong’s desk: “Borrow me a red pen.”

Shang Wandong was lying on the desk as if resting. She didn’t raise her head, and after a while, said dizzily, “Take it yourself.”

Yan Xia leaned closer to her and asked softly, “Sister, are you sleeping?”

Shang Wandong was buried in the crook of her arm, revealing only her eyes as she said gloomily, “…I haven’t slept long.”

“Yan Xia, don’t disturb Wandong’s rest.” Fu Yuan said softly, “Let her sleep for a bit.”

Yan Xia looked at her: “How long has she been sleeping?”

Fu Yuan was startled: “She’s been sleeping for a whole class period.”

Hearing this, Yan Xia reached out to check Shang Wandong’s forehead and immediately frowned: “It’s a bit hot. Do you have a cold?”

Shang Wandong looked up and said sluggishly, “…Probably not.”

“What do you mean ‘probably not’? Your voice is already nasal.” Yan Xia raised her voice, stood up, and tugged at her sleeve. “Come, I’ll help you to the infirmary.”

Shang Wandong also frowned and said stubbornly, “I’m not going.”

After saying that, she buried herself back down again, like a aggrieved little mushroom growing in a corner.

Yan Xia: “…”

She’s like a child throwing a tantrum.

She said to the stunned Fu Yuan: “Excuse me, please tell the teacher for me that I’m taking her to the infirmary first.”

Fu Yuan snapped out of it and nodded quickly: “Okay.”

Yan Xia stood up and propped the slumped Shang Wandong against her shoulder. The two of them slowly walked out of the classroom.

Shang Wandong didn’t resist much, leaning against her submissively. Yan Xia felt half of her body becoming burning hot along with her.

Shang Wandong rested her head on her shoulder, her cheeks flushed with the redness of illness, and murmured, “Not going, not going to the hospital.”

“It’s not the hospital, it’s the school infirmary.” Yan Xia coaxed her while carefully leading her downstairs. “Be good, we’ll be there soon.”

Shang Wandong shook her head, her black eyes wet and misty, looking innocent and pitiful.

She lowered her voice and said, “You say that every time.”

Yan Xia heard it anyway and couldn’t help but laugh: “How can there be an ‘every time’? This is only the first time, okay?”

Shang Wandong looked at her with foggy eyes and pursed her lips without speaking.

They say people are most fragile when they are sick, and Shang Wandong was no exception.

Seeing her like this, Yan Xia wanted to tease her and asked, “Why did you say the candy was given by someone else?”

Shang Wandong shook her head.

Yan Xia raised an eyebrow: “You can’t say?”

Shang Wandong gave an “un-huh” and fixed her gaze on the ground, as if she felt guilty.

“Your idol baggage is so heavy; there’s nothing wrong with liking candy.” Yan Xia said with a smile, “I won’t laugh at you.”

Shang Wandong hung her head: “No, I don’t.”

Yan Xia poked her soft cheek with her finger and asked, “Was it because you wore too little in the middle of the night yesterday that you caught a cold? After I left, how long did you sit down there?”

Shang Wandong said in a low voice: “One hour and seven minutes.”

“…That’s surprisingly precise.” Yan Xia said, “Did you have insomnia? You still couldn’t sleep after drinking the milk.”

Shang Wandong glanced at her and said, “It’s your fault.”

“Okay, okay, it’s all my fault. I’ve harmed my sister.”

Yan Xia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry, holding her waist as they slowly walked toward the first-floor infirmary. “I deserve ten thousand deaths; I’ll perform seppuku to apologize, okay?”

Shang Wandong suddenly gripped her hand tightly: “No.”

“Hmm?” Yan Xia glanced at her with a slightly mischievous smile. “Distressed for me?”

She originally thought Shang Wandong wouldn’t answer, but Shang Wandong sniffled and her voice was low and soft: “Yes.”

Support