Most Omegas can only continue their studies at the Bride Academy step by step, and after graduating, they choose an Alpha with a high compatibility score from the Empire’s matching database to become their partner.
This is the most mainstream approach.
Tong Sui arrived at his dormitory door and reached out to twist the doorknob.
Inside, there was silence for a few seconds.
Several heads popped out simultaneously, looking over with curious and concerned expressions.
“Brother Sui, you finally came back!” Xiao Pang jumped up from his bed, about to rush toward him, but considering Tong Sui’s physique, he forcefully stopped himself.
He looked Tong Sui up and down, “Are you feeling better now?”
“Yeah, I’m fine now.”
While Tong Sui squatted down to change his shoes, he heard Xiao Pang dramatically reiterate, “After you left, our class went crazy. No, the campus forum exploded too; everyone’s guessing your relationship with Director Ye!”
Xiao Pang continued, “Someone even said you two are secretly dating, and I really—”
Tong Sui coughed a couple of times.
Xiao Pang quickly shut up, “Are you thirsty? I’ll get you some water.”
“No need, I have water.”
He was purely startled by what Xiao Pang had said.
Tong Sui grabbed Xiao Pang’s hand, his cheeks slightly flushed, whether from coughing or something else he wasn’t sure, “Where did you see those things?”
Xiao Pang looked surprised.
“On the campus forum, Brother Sui, you haven’t been on it before, right?”
Tong Sui opened his light brain, and following Xiao Pang’s instructions, he bound his school account, finally revealing a bunch of posts.
“Done.”
“Oh, thanks.”
Before Tong Sui could scroll down, he saw his name prominently featured.
He clicked on it, and a few blurry photos popped up.
In the pictures, he was nestled in Ye Linyuan’s embrace.
He had almost forgotten how he felt at that moment, but these photos provided him a review.
The strong arms, the icy scent, and the slight roughness when Ye Linyuan wiped his tears sent a shiver through him.
He stood there, his face burning.
Before he could say anything, the system cleverly chimed in: 【Saved, and even created a new album for you.】
It had given up struggling.
Just let it be, it was rather nice; it even seemed somewhat unaccustomed since it hadn’t seen a mosaic for a while.
At the bottom of the post, there were numerous comments.
1st Floor: “Sui Sui baby, I’m so into it.”
2nd Floor: “Who wouldn’t love a sweet little A?”
3rd Floor: “Am I the only one worried about how AA does things? Just thinking about it feels so thrilling; Tong Sui might end up crying.”
4th Floor: “Is there a possibility that the soft sweet baby is 1? I want to see Ye Yanwang doing 0 for love, having the sweet baby cry, it sounds divine!!”
6th Floor: “Sipping, sipping—sisters above, if you have more to say, say it; I have time.”
7th Floor: “I got tripped up by everyone’s pants as soon as I walked in.”
8th Floor: “Chicken cage warning!”
Tong Sui read these comments.
Although some vocabulary was slightly difficult for him to understand, he could roughly guess what they were discussing.
He remembered when he was often entangled by Luo Luo, he indeed cried frequently, and his skin being thin left various marks now and then.
In some ways, the comments weren’t wrong.
Xiao Pang said, “Brother Sui, are you really okay? Your face is so red.”
Tong Sui flusteredly shut off his light brain, tugged at his hair, grabbed some clean clothes, and headed to the bathroom, “I’m fine, I’m going to take a shower.”
Once he escaped to the bathroom, Tong Sui finally breathed a sigh of relief.
By the time Tong Sui finished washing up and lay in bed, it was almost time to turn off the lights.
He closed his eyes, but images that shouldn’t have appeared in his mind still surfaced: that silver long hair slowly transforming into pitch black, questioning him, “Who am I?”
Tong Sui furrowed his brows, unable to dispel these chaotic thoughts, and only fell into a deep sleep when fatigue finally hit him.
The next day.
Due to missing an exam in the afternoon, Tong Sui was left behind at the shooting range, accompanied by a few classmates who also failed their assessments.
Compared to the chaotic crowd of yesterday, today was much quieter.
The instructor walked over to Tong Sui, explained the assessment requirements, and demonstrated a shot.
Tong Sui nodded to indicate he understood.
After a night of rest, the dizzy feeling had left Tong Sui; equipped with goggles and ear protectors, he loaded the bullets and raised his hand to shoot.
The bullet shot through the air, striking the bullseye.
The instructor raised an eyebrow, “Nice luck.”
With each consecutive shot, his accuracy remained within the nine-ring to the red heart zone.
A crowd of students who missed their shots gathered around, clapping and cheering.
“Impressive!”
“Brother Sui, teach me!”
The only score that hit in the eight-point range was from the instructor’s previous demonstration.
The instructor: “…”
He coughed awkwardly and leaned closer to Tong Sui, lowering his voice, “What secret technique did Director Ye teach you yesterday? Did he secretly give you extra training?”
Tong Sui shook his head.
The instructor was astonished, “Then how did you improve so fast!?”
But that was just chatter.
If there really were any secrets, he would want to learn them too.
Many things couldn’t be simplified with just training; some people were naturally talented.
The instructor dispersed the surrounding students, leaving Tong Sui with a private space.
Tong Sui looked down to load the bullets.
In fact, during his training in the insect world, he had practiced shooting as well.
As he was halfway through loading, he noticed an extra bullet hole on his target.
Tong Sui turned to look.
A familiar figure stood there holding a gun, Jiang Che awkwardly said, “Sorry, I shot it wrong.”