Transmigrated into an Omega to Date a Female Alpha - Chapter 5

When Yi Chi arrived home, Chen Lian called her over immediately, patting the spot on the sofa beside her to signal for her to sit down.

Yi Chi placed her backpack on the sofa and sat next to her mother. “What’s up, Mom?”

Chen Lian closed her phone. “I heard there’s someone in your class named Sheng Mian, right?”

Yi Chi nodded, wondering how her mother had found out.

“I took a quick look at the family information for your class. Only the Sheng family has any real power.” Chen Lian gripped Yi Chi’s wrist. “Are your seats close to each other?”

The intention was glaringly obvious. Feeling a wave of resistance, Yi Chi gave a vague reply. “Not that close.”

Chen Lian squeezed Yi Chi’s hand and patted it. “Her father is the chairman of Shengshi Bank. You need to make sure you’re on good terms with her. In the future, that’s a connection you’ll need!”

“I know, Mom,” Yi Chi replied, her answer completely devoid of sincerity.

Having raised her, Chen Lian could read her daughter at a single glance. Her expression chilled. “What about those other classmates I told you to befriend? Did you connect with any of them? You haven’t listened to a single word I’ve said!”

Since she was a child, Yi Chi had been forced to make friends exactly as her parents demanded. Knowing she would eventually need something from them, she could only try to please them timidly. On the surface, they were “friends,” but in reality, she was nothing more than an errand girl to them. Even the genuine friends she once had had slowly drifted away because they lacked “utilitarian value” in her parents’ eyes.

Yi Chi felt a pang of grievance. “They don’t even treat me as a friend. They just use me to run errands every time.”

Chen Lian impatiently interrupted her daughter’s complaints. “So, run the errands. Helping out a few times won’t kill you. Besides, if you can’t win them over, isn’t the problem with you? Have you even tried?”

The lack of understanding in her mother’s accusations left Yi Chi speechless. She was expected to balance her studies while trampling on her own self-respect to beg people to play with her. She couldn’t stand it.

Perhaps realizing she had been too harsh, Chen Lian softened her voice. “I know you don’t want to, but in this life, you have to do many things you don’t want to do. No one gets to just lie down and have a comfortable life. These people are your future network. Your father and I are getting old; we won’t need them, but you need to plan for yourself.”

Chen Lian wiped away Yi Chi’s tears and sent her upstairs.

Because Yi Chi had been so emotional, a faint trace of her pheromones had begun to leak out. Chen Lian lightly covered her nose and cautioned, “Keep your pheromones hidden at school. If Sheng Mian smells it, she’ll definitely find it repulsive.”

Yi Chi’s hands trembled as she covered her scent gland, but the wisps of her scent still seeped through her fingers. Chen Lian picked up a pheromone air freshener and sprayed the room, giving an extra few spritzes to the spot where Yi Chi had just been sitting until the bitter, lingering scent was replaced.

As an Omega, whether her pheromones smelled “good” or not made no difference to Yi Chi. The tragedy was that even her own parents found her scent disgusting.

The next morning, Teacher An stood at the podium. “I’m giving you an assignment today. Over the next few days, I want everyone to think carefully about your target universities and majors. The day after tomorrow, everyone will write down their goals and post them on the back wall. You can change them later if you want, but I hope this motivates you.”

The next piece of news, however, left everyone looking pale. “Starting this week, we will have weekly quizzes every Friday. The results will be posted after class.” After the announcement, the homeroom teacher smiled and yielded the classroom to the math teacher.

The middle-aged Alpha math teacher rolled up his textbook, his glasses sliding down to the bridge of his nose. “Today, let’s review derivatives.”

“Quizzes every week? Are they going to tell our parents the grades? The pressure is insane,” Qin Heng whispered, hiding his mouth behind the pen in his right hand.

Sheng Mian felt like crying too. “This is going to be the death of me.”

“With your grades, you shouldn’t be afraid of a quiz. You’re better than me,” Qin Heng said indignantly. Then, remembering something, his expression shifted to one of pure gossip. “Hey, I heard you had a pheromone disorder over the break and lost some memory. Does that mean you forgot everything you learned before?”

Sheng Mian squeezed out a smile that looked more painful than a sob. “Yeah.”

“Man, that’s brutal,” Qin Heng said, a bit too loudly.

A piece of chalk flying from the math teacher’s hand hit the center of Qin Heng’s desk like a perfect three-pointer. “Since you like talking so much, why don’t you come up and teach? I’d hate to let your lecturing talent go to waste down there!”

Qin Heng gave a sheepish, boisterous grin. “No, no, Teacher. I don’t know the first thing about teaching. I’m shutting up now.” He mimed zipping his lips.

Seeing that Qin Heng was quick to admit fault, the teacher didn’t press the matter further. Sheng Mian didn’t dare sleep during this class; she took her book and went to the back of the room to stand and listen.

As soon as the bell rang, Sheng Mian slumped back onto her desk, exhausted. As Qin Heng shoved his math book into his desk, he noticed a white envelope tucked at the very bottom. He pulled it out. “What’s this?”

“An Omega asked me to put it on your desk this morning,” Yi Chi said.

Sheng Mian sat up instantly. “Ooh! A love letter?”

Shen Zhilin looked up from her book.

Qin Heng opened the envelope, scanned it, and sighed as he put it away. “Alas, another cute Omega is destined to have their heart broken by this young master.”

“Are you going to reject them?” Yi Chi and Sheng Mian asked in unison, unwilling to let the gossip slip by.

Qin Heng shrugged. “I don’t feel anything for them, so I have to decline.”

Yi Chi offered a constructive suggestion. “Won’t you at least try to get to know them? Maybe feelings will grow over time?”

“We were in the same class before. If feelings were going to grow, they would have grown by now.”

“I thought you were the type who loved being in a relationship,” Sheng Mian chuckled. “I didn’t expect you to be the ‘passing through a forest of flowers without a single leaf sticking’ type.”

“I guess my handsome face gave you the wrong impression,” Qin Heng said, his ego seemingly inflating. “I’m a man who seeks a soul connection.”

The messy curls on his head made him look like a golden retriever wagging its tail.

Friday wasn’t spent on lectures; every period was a quiz, and the results came back quickly.

“Sheng Mian, the homeroom teacher wants to see you in her office,” the class monitor said, tapping on Sheng Mian’s desk.

Even though she had been through high school once before, the unknown still made her nervous. Fortunately, the homeroom teacher was gentle. She smiled at Sheng Mian. “I heard you had some memory loss due to pheromone instability before the term started?”

Sheng Mian nodded.

“Don’t be nervous. Your quiz scores have dropped, but the liberal arts side is mostly the same, and the science side only dropped a little. You can pull those back up with more practice. It’s just this.” The teacher frowned, looking like she was trying to suppress a laugh. “Your history score is quite poor.”

The teacher pulled out a history paper with a score of 15/100.

“The names you wrote for these answers can’t even be found on the internet. And you left many questions blank.”

Sheng Mian was essentially illiterate when it came to the history of this world. She didn’t even know common knowledge that a small child would know.

“My brain had some issues,” Sheng Mian said shamefully. She had never scored so low in her life. On the questions about ABO historical battles, she had filled in names of famous people from her own world, hoping she might get lucky and hit a correct answer by sheer chance.

The teacher, feeling sorry for Sheng Mian’s misfortune, having such an incident happen right before the critical senior year comforted her. “It’s alright. History is the easiest subject to review; you just need to memorize it. If there’s anything you don’t understand, you can ask Shen Zhilin. Actually, feel free to ask your desk-mate for help with other subjects, too.”

Sheng Mian nodded like a woodpecker. “Got it, Teacher.”

“What did the teacher want with you?” Qin Heng asked, craning his neck before Sheng Mian had even reached her seat.

As soon as Sheng Mian placed her paper on the desk, the bright red 15 caught Qin Heng’s eye.

“Hahahaha! No way! How did you manage to get a fifteen? Even if you filled in ‘C’ for every answer, you’d score higher than that! Are you a spy sent by an enemy nation or something?” Qin Heng’s laughter was sharp and piercing.

For a split second, Sheng Mian thought she saw the corners of Shen Zhilin’s mouth twitch upward, but it vanished instantly, making her wonder if it was just an illusion.

“It’s okay, Sheng Mian. Just put some effort into memorizing history,” Yi Chi comforted her after she finished laughing.

“I’m fine,” Sheng Mian replied, though her mood remained low. “Wait, what’s our next class?”

“P.E.! Looks like we’re joining Class 5 and Class 8,” Qin Heng said, his expression souring slightly. “Let’s head down.”

“Yes! P.E., my favorite!” Sheng Mian, who had looked like a wilted leaf a moment ago, was suddenly energized as if she’d had a shot of adrenaline. She tossed the history paper aside and waved her hand grandly. “Let’s go!”

“You don’t like P.E.?” Yi Chi asked, following behind.

Qin Heng hesitated. “It’s not that I don’t like it, I just might run into someone I know.”

Sheng Mian linked her arm through Yi Chi’s and grabbed Shen Zhilin’s wrist with her other hand. “Hurry, hurry!”

Shen Zhilin was dragged along, her entire body tensing up at the sudden physical contact.

“Hey! Sheng Mian, are you isolating me? Leaving me in the dust!” Qin Heng called out, quickening his pace to keep up.

“Men and women should keep their distance! Or do you want me to link arms with you like this too?” Sheng Mian turned back and stuck her tongue out at him.

“I’ve only ever heard that Alphas and Omegas should keep their distance,” Qin Heng countered. He draped an arm over Shen Zhilin’s shoulder, slowing their pace, which effectively freed Shen Zhilin’s wrist from Sheng Mian’s grasp.

The students from the three classes formed small squares in different areas of the field. At the PE teacher’s command, the formations dissolved like a handful of sand scattered across the track, with grains drifting in irregular patterns.

“Qin Heng!” a soft, sweet voice called out.

A delicate boy with smooth black hair and a refined, pale face trotted over. He looked at Qin Heng, appearing hesitant to speak.

Taking the hint, Sheng Mian and the others immediately gave them space, stepping a few meters away.

Looking at the Omega who was half a head shorter than him, Qin Heng felt a surge of pity and awkwardness, a far cry from his usual “playboy” persona.

“That letter, did you read it?” The Omega’s face flushed red. He looked at Qin Heng with nervous anticipation before quickly dropping his gaze.

“I read it.” Qin Heng racked his brain, trying to think of a way to say it without being hurtful.

The Omega’s heart gradually sank. He read it, but this is his reaction?

“What are they talking about? Is he the one who wrote the love letter?” Sheng Mian strained her ears to listen, but the words were muffled.

Qin Heng’s voice softened instinctively. “You’re a very wonderful Omega, and you’re gentle and beautiful.” He figured starting with a compliment was the right move. “But you’re just not my type. I’m sorry.”

The light vanished from the Omega’s watery eyes. He asked urgently, “Then what type of Omegas do you like? I can try to change.”

“Oh my god, the little cutie is about to cry,” Sheng Mian watched from a distance. She couldn’t stand seeing pretty boys cry, it made her feel strangely excited!

Qin Heng wanted to tell him that no matter how much he tried, it wouldn’t work. If the “spark” wasn’t there at the start, it was hard to create later. In a desperate attempt to end it cleanly, he blurted out a lie.

“Actually, I don’t like Omegas. I like Alphas.”

Shen Zhilin’s eyes widened slightly; the lip movements for “Alpha” were very easy to recognize.

The Omega seemed to give up completely. He wished Qin Heng well in finding a suitable Alpha and walked away.

Qin Heng watched him go, but when he turned around, Sheng Mian, Yi Chi, and Shen Zhilin were already right in front of him, their eyes glowing with the fire of gossip.

“I found an excuse and rejected him gently,” Qin Heng said, feeling like a true gentleman.

“What excuse did you use?” Sheng Mian asked casually, but seeing Qin Heng’s half-smirk, her interest piqued.

“I told him I like Alphas.”

Two of them were visibly shocked.

“You actually came up with that? Watch out, or you might actually end up with an Alpha one day.”

Qin Heng said righteously, “Impossible. I am a firm heterosexual. There is no way I’d ever fall for an Alpha.”

Sheng Mian stayed silent, Yi Chi remained quiet, and Shen Zhilin just stared off into space.