Transmigrated into an Omega to Date a Female Alpha - Chapter 4

Having gone two full periods without a break, Sheng Mian’s bladder was reaching a critical state.

She snuck a glance at Shen Zhilin and extended an invitation. “Restroom?”

Shen Zhilin remained immersed in her own world, assuming Sheng Mian was speaking to Yi Chi. Thinking she hadn’t been heard, Sheng Mian tapped her on the shoulder and asked again, “Are you going to the restroom or not?”

Qin Heng and Yi Chi turned around simultaneously, staring at the two of them.

The poker-faced mask Shen Zhilin usually wore seemed to develop a visible crack. She looked up at the Omega, who was still waiting expectantly for an answer. Assuming Sheng Mian simply didn’t know the way, she replied, “The restroom is at the end of the hallway.”

Sheng Mian obviously knew where it was; even if she didn’t, she could just follow the corridor. “Aren’t we going together?”

The surrounding chatter died down instantly. Sheng Mian was bewildered; the atmosphere had suddenly turned eerily quiet and chilly. Seeing Shen Zhilin’s stunned expression, she wondered: Is there some rule against going to the bathroom in pairs here?

An Omega inviting an Alpha to accompany them to the restroom sounded wrong no matter how you sliced it. Faint whispers of gossip already began to ripple through the room.

“You two?” Qin Heng made a series of exaggerated facial expressions, his voice rising an octave as he pointed at them. “Going to the bathroom together?”

He looked at Sheng Mian with utter disbelief, never imagining their relationship had progressed to such a level so quickly. Sheng Mian felt as though she had accidentally walked into a horror movie’s “hidden rule”—everyone was staring at her with silent, strange looks.

But she couldn’t care less right now; she really had to go.

“If you don’t want to go, that’s fine. I’ll head out first,” Sheng Mian said considerately. “When you feel like going later, you can call me to go with you.”

Call me to go with you, go with you, with you.

Shen Zhilin sat frozen, feeling as though she were crumbling into dust. In all her years, this was the first time she had been “sexually harassed” like this. She didn’t know how to describe this Omega—she was so scandalous!

Meanwhile, Sheng Mian had already vanished.

Now, all eyes were focused on Shen Zhilin. You need an Omega to walk you to the bathroom? You’re such an ‘O-dependent’ Alpha! Shen Zhilin felt she should explain herself, but the sheer futility of it washed over her. She could only grit her teeth and take the fall for this misunderstanding.

Standing before the ‘A’ and ‘O’ signs, Sheng Mian thought for a moment and headed toward the ‘O’ side. Suddenly, a boy roughly her height walked out, making her stop in her tracks. Guess I have to go to the ‘A’ side then. She grumbled internally about the restroom signage. Does the designer think this minimalist style is some kind of masterpiece?

Just as she was about to push open the door to the other restroom, a hand caught her sleeve and pulled her back.

“The bathroom is this way,” Yi Chi said, still holding onto the corner of Sheng Mian’s clothes.

“No way, I just saw a guy come out of there.”

“It’s this side. This is the Omega restroom,” Yi Chi pointed to the one Sheng Mian had first tried to enter. “That one over there is specifically for Alphas.”

Sheng Mian snapped out of it, finally remembering she was an Omega now. These past few days had mirrored her real life so closely that her subconscious had completely blocked out the ABO dynamics. No wonder Shen Zhilin hadn’t agreed to go with her.

That wasn’t just an invitation, that was practically being a predator!

Back in the classroom, Qin Heng leaned in close and lowered his voice. “What’s the deal with you and Sheng Mian?”

Shen Zhilin gave the smirking boy a cold look. “There is no ‘deal’.”

Qin Heng wore a look that suggested he knew better. “Oh, don’t be shy. There’s nothing to hide. Sheng Mian is pretty, she’s good at her studies, and she’s got a bright personality. It’s hard not to like her.”

For the first time, Shen Zhilin experienced the frustration of “the mute eating bitter melon”—unable to speak of her discomfort. “We only met for the first time today.”

“Holy crap!” Qin Heng whispered excitedly. “You guys hit it off on the very first day? That’s fast! Even a rocket isn’t that quick.”

Shen Zhilin leaned her head on her hand, exhausted. She didn’t want to explain anything else to this idiot.

As the teacher walked in, the classroom gradually quieted down. Sheng Mian and Yi Chi slipped back into their seats just as the bell rang.

“I’m so sorry,” Sheng Mian said with genuine regret and a sheepish smile. “I was sick recently, and my brain is still a bit foggy.”

“It’s fine,” Shen Zhilin replied softly, her voice devoid of any readable emotion.

Lunch break finally arrived. Having overexerted her brain, Sheng Mian’s stomach was already staging a protest. As the bell rang, Qin Heng turned around and stretched. “Finally, lunch! Let’s go eat!”

Yi Chi glanced at Sheng Mian, but the latter was too preoccupied with food to notice. She immediately chimed in, “Yes, yes! Let’s go together.”

As the three of them stood up, Shen Zhilin showed no sign of moving. Her head was down, her pen scribbling rapidly across a sheet of scratch paper.

“Let’s go, desk-mate. Time for lunch,” Sheng Mian said, tilting her head.

Shen Zhilin looked up and said flatly, “I’m going to finish this problem first. You guys go ahead.”

To Sheng Mian who lived by the motto that “food is the soul’s fuel”, it seemed like Shen Zhilin had studied herself into a stupor. How could a math problem be more important than lunch? She could see the slight, sharp line of Shen Zhilin’s spine through her clothes.

“Why do problems during a break? Eating is the most important thing in the world.” Sheng Mian grabbed Shen Zhilin’s arm and pulled her up.

Shen Zhilin, who was a full head taller than Sheng Mian, looked slightly flustered. Unaccustomed to such physical proximity, she turned her body slightly and pulled her arm back.

Sheng Mian’s hand fell empty, but she didn’t catch onto Shen Zhilin’s discomfort. She continued to smile at her, having already tossed the morning’s embarrassment to the back of her mind. Noticing Yi Chi trailing behind, Sheng Mian slowed down to wait for her. She reached out an arm, and Yi Chi smiled, quickening her pace to link arms with her.

To Sheng Mian, Chinese class was the ultimate “slacker” period. Throughout the day, Shen Zhilin had remained incredibly taciturn, her responses rarely exceeding an “Mhm” or an “Oh.”

Such a cold desk-mate, Sheng Mian thought.

As the dismissal bell rang and the classroom dissolved into the restless rustle of students packing up, the Chinese teacher assigned the homework over the noise.

“Where do you live?” Sheng Mian asked casually.

It was a standard conversational icebreaker, but Shen Zhilin stared at her for a long time before asking, “Why do you want to know?”

This was the longest sentence Sheng Mian had heard her say all day. She wasn’t sure whether to be happy about eliciting more words or discouraged by the defensive nature of the question.

Sheng Mian forced an awkward laugh. “We could hang out sometime. Or if we’re going the same way, we could commute together.”

After that long explanation, Shen Zhilin didn’t even blink. She turned back to her book and uttered four words: “Not the same way.”

Sheng Mian’s mouth hung open slightly. Maybe she’s still mad about this morning.

The orange curtain of dusk began to fall, and fire-colored clouds drifted slowly across the sky. A gentle breeze wafted through the window as the sound of zipping backpacks filled the room.

“Hey, how are you guys getting home?” Qin Heng asked. “I’m taking a taxi. Anyone going my way? I can give you a lift.”

“My family’s picking me up,” Sheng Mian replied.

“I’m riding my bike,” Shen Zhilin said, zipping her jacket. “Bye.”

“Bye!” “Bye!”

Yi Chi said softly, “I’ll be taking the bus back later.”

Qin Heng checked his phone and grabbed his bag. “My car’s here. See ya later, bye.”

Only Yi Chi and Sheng Mian were left. They unhurriedly shouldered their bags and walked out. The golden twilight reflected off the stairs, blinding them for a moment as classmates rushed past them.

They walked out of the crowded building together. Strolling along the edge of the path, Sheng Mian finally felt the leisurely charm of being back in her student days.

Yi Chi and Shen Zhilin shared a certain similarity, neither liked to talk much. However, Yi Chi was shy, while Shen Zhilin just didn’t speak because she was “cool” and aloof.

Just as she thought of Shen Zhilin, a figure sped past them. The rushing wind inflated Shen Zhilin’s jacket like a bubble. Her hair was blown back completely, revealing a smooth, pale forehead and a high nose bridge. Beneath her dark brows, her eyes remained indifferent and dull, making her seem detached from the vibrant students around her.

The bike’s wheels traced a sleek, sharp arc as she veered into an alleyway.

“That was Shen Zhilin,” Yi Chi said softly. She looked at Sheng Mian, whose eyes were still fixed on the mouth of the alley where the cool figure had vanished. Sensing the mood, Yi Chi fell silent.

Sheng Mian snapped out of it, her voice buzzing with excitement. “Shen Zhilin is so cool! I’ve never seen a girl that cool before.”

As the bus slowly pulled into the stop, Yi Chi gripped her backpack. “I have to go now!” She ran off and caught her bus.

The school gate was crowded with cars. Sheng Mian looked back and forth, realizing she had forgotten to memorize the license plate number this morning.

Inside a nearby car, the air conditioning hummed quietly. Sheng Yichen stared at Sheng Mian as she wandered aimlessly, feeling a bit speechless. He rolled down the window and yelled, “Sheng Mian!”

Sheng Mian turned at the sound and ran straight for the car. Opening the door, she climbed in as Sheng Yichen moved over to give her space.

“What are you doing here?” Sheng Mian asked curiously.

“I’m in the middle school section; it’s right next to the high school.”

“Then why didn’t we commute together this morning?” Sheng Mian asked while buckling her seatbelt.

“It was the first day of school. I was helping the teachers with some chores.” Sheng Yichen kept his eyes glued to his phone, not giving Sheng Mian even a fraction of his attention.

Outside, the trees and storefronts receded like a movie in rewind. Sheng Mian stared out the window, watching students walking in pairs or riding bikes, but Shen Zhilin was nowhere to be seen.

The path through the alley was uneven, and Shen Zhilin’s bike jolted over the bumps. Narrow residential buildings rose on both sides, their railings covered in rust. Downstairs, elderly residents sat in small groups, fluttering palm-leaf fans to ward off the heat.

“Zhilin is back,” Grandma Liu called out from the group.

“Grandma Liu,” Shen Zhilin acknowledged with a nod.

She parked her bike, locked it, and headed up to the fifth floor in one breath. The idle chatter from downstairs was cut off once the door closed behind her.

“That child has lived here for three years, and I’ve never seen her family visit once,” Grandma Liu whispered to the others, hiding her face behind her fan.

“Poor kid. She’s such a handsome girl, too.”

Shen Zhilin put down her backpack. The thirty-square-meter apartment was visible in its entirety at a single glance. Her belongings were so few that the tiny space actually felt cavernous.

The old wooden floorboards creaked under her weight. The walls were yellowed, with patches of paint peeling off, and a dim, flickering light hung precariously from the ceiling. Shen Zhilin reached out and yanked the thin, deep-blue curtains shut.

She swapped her white T-shirt for a black short-sleeved one. Ding-dong. Her phone chimed.

She already knew who it was. A message from a contact labeled “Uncle Sun” appeared: “Zhilin, how have you been lately? I just sent you twenty thousand yuan. You’re at the age where you’re still growing; make sure you eat well.”

Shen Zhilin replied: “Uncle Sun, I’m doing well. Don’t worry about me. Please stop sending money; I can earn my own now.”

The reply came instantly: “You’re still a student; you don’t need to be earning money. Just focus on your studies. Once you can stand on your own two feet in the future, you won’t have to live a life of hiding anymore.”

Shen Zhilin knew Uncle Sun meant well, so she followed his lead. “I understand, Uncle Sun. The money you’ve given me is enough to last through university. I’ll study hard.”

She exited WeChat and transferred the twenty thousand yuan into one of her bank accounts. The balance rose from 130,000 to 150,000—all financial aid from Uncle Sun over the years. Her other card held the money she had earned from part-time jobs: 9,532.5 yuan, down to the last cent.

The time on her phone read 17:45. Shen Zhilin grabbed her keys, hopped on her bike, and arrived at “Fatty’s BBQ” just before 6:00 PM.

“You’re here, Xiao Shen!” The owner was a chubby man, much like the shop’s name. Wiping sweat from his brow, he said, “Go start skewering the meat. Customers will start trickling in soon.”

“Okay.” Shen Zhilin tied on her apron, put on disposable gloves, and sat at the table, focused on her work.

This had been her routine for almost three years: finish homework at school, then head to her part-time job. She had been at this BBQ shop for six months. Before this, she had tried tutoring and being a bar server. Tutoring paid well and was easy, but several kids found her “scary” and “cold,” and eventually, the parents stopped hiring her. Serving at the bar kept her out too late, affecting her studies the next day.

The owner’s wife sat down to help. She was a kindly Omega who couldn’t help but gossip. “Xiao Shen, have you found a partner yet?”

Shen Zhilin shook her head. “I’m still a student. I’m focusing on my studies.”

“That’s true, but high school is such a beautiful time. So many sweet romances start then,” the woman said wistfully, reminiscing about her own youth. “You have good grades and you’re handsome; there must be plenty of Omegas chasing you at school.”

Shen Zhilin thought for a moment. She had virtually no interaction with any Omegas at school. Sheng Mian was probably the one she had spoken to the most—even if the girl was a bit of a “harasser.”

“Not really, Auntie.”

“Why are you always pestering the kid with these questions?” Fatty called out from the grill, stopping his wife’s curiosity.

The woman looked indignant but shut her mouth and went back to skewering meat with a huff.

The BBQ shop was booming in the summer heat. Shen Zhilin was kept so busy her feet barely touched the ground. By the time she got home, it was 11:30 PM. Reeking of grilled meat, she threw her clothes into the washing machine, took a quick shower, and finally collapsed onto her bed.