Chapter 3: Shura Field Encounter Plot, The Crowd Panics, Jiang…
The crowd panicked, and Jiang Chenyan couldn’t care about anything else as he rushed toward the front of the line.
Many Alphas had already collapsed one after another. The further forward he charged, the clearer that rich jasmine scent became, almost entirely wrapping around him.
Getting closer, the testing officer and the military academy teachers’ voices could be heard clearly: “This Omega is in estrus.”
“His pheromone level is very high; many Alphas have already been affected.”
“Quickly take him away! Pause today’s pheromone level tests. Some Alphas have already entered their susceptible period.”
The pheromone aura in the venue became increasingly chaotic and out of control. Even he started to be affected. The back of his neck burned in waves, and if he delayed any longer, he feared he wouldn’t be able to withstand it himself.
Finally squeezing his way to the front, he unexpectedly bumped into Mu Si’an. The other party stood there, seemingly completely unaffected by the surrounding chaos.
He was just about to speak: “You…”
Before he could finish, Jiang Chenyan acted as if he hadn’t seen him at all, turned around, and ran off. Mu Si’an’s eye color darkened sharply, but then a smile suddenly hooked his lips, a trace of amusement flashing in his eyes: Is he pretending not to know me?
…
Jiang Chenyan rushed hurriedly up to the testing platform and saw Shen Shiyue standing by the edge with his back to him, with no one else around.
“Are you alright?” Jiang Chenyan asked, panting.
Shen Shiyue turned his face to look at Jiang Chenyan. “What could be wrong with me?”
Jiang Chenyan’s brow furrowed slightly, a layer of confusion floating in his eyes: “That pheromone…”
Only then did Shen Shiyue realize what Jiang Chenyan was referring to. He raised his eyes to glance in a certain direction, his tone carrying a bit of surprise: “It’s someone else. Even I didn’t expect that he would actually be an Omega.”
Following the Alpha’s gaze, several Beta cadets were carefully lifting that Omega onto a stretcher. The inhibitors clearly hadn’t suppressed that surging heat wave. He was burning up alarmingly, his cheeks flushed with an unnatural red, and even the broken hair on his forehead was soaked with cold sweat.
Jiang Chenyan’s gaze fell on the person’s trembling fingertips, and he suddenly spoke, his voice very low.
“What do you think will happen to him?”
“Sent back to his family,” Shen Shiyue’s voice carried little emotion. “As for what follows… he’ll probably have to suffer some discipline from his family.”
Jiang Chenyan didn’t reply, only feeling as if something had blocked his chest. An inexplicable irritability crawled up his spine.
“By the way, did you do your test? Nothing happened, right?” Jiang Chenyan suddenly remembered this and looked up at Shen Shiyue.
“Didn’t have time to.”
As they were speaking, a teacher walked over briskly and urged them.
“You two hurry back to your dorm. Professionals will handle things here, don’t cause trouble.”
Jiang Chenyan then belatedly felt a wave of burning heat coming from the gland at the back of his neck, as if a ball of warm air was slowly swelling under his skin. His heart tightened.
“We’ll leave right away.”
He reached out and grabbed Shen Shiyue’s wrist, his grip not light: “It’s not safe to stay here.”
Shen Shiyue lowered his eyes to look at the wrist tightly gripped by Jiang Chenyan. Under the fingertips, he could feel the temperature of the other’s palm. He didn’t speak, just softly gave an “Mm,” obediently following Jiang Chenyan away.
Just as they reached the door, Jiang Chenyan instinctively looked back into the room. The chaos had gradually subsided, and most of the students had been pacified and were being led outside. His gaze swept over the messy venue, but at a certain moment, it suddenly stopped, unexpectedly meeting a pair of eyes.
The Omega on the stretcher had woken up at some point, his eyes half-open, damp sweat still hanging on his eyelashes.
A near-stagnant silence permeated the air. Jiang Chenyan looked at the other person from across the room. Those eyes that had just struggled free from chaos were still covered in a layer of mist, but in a flash, they suddenly became clear and bright.
Jiang Chenyan could read that look; it was resistance and unwillingness toward this sudden turn of events.
…
…
Jiang Chenyan casually made up an excuse to let Shen Shiyue go back first. Watching the other’s figure disappear at the end of the corridor, he turned and walked toward the rooftop.
Pushing open the top-floor door, the wind carrying a chill instantly wrapped around him.
He leaned against the railing and looked down. That inexplicable heat inside his body was slowly fading, and the burning sensation at the gland on the back of his neck had dulled significantly.
System: [Host, I wasn’t wrong, was I? With the plot’s blessing, it won’t let you go offline that early.]
Jiang Chenyan fished a cigarette out of his pocket. With his fingertips pausing at the edge of the cigarette box, he listened to the system’s words and let out an “Oh,” betraying no emotion.
He lowered his head, and with a “click” from the lighter, a faint blue flame darted up. Amidst the flickering red glow, grey-white smoke rings slowly rose, only to be scattered by the rooftop wind.
“Changing the protagonist’s ending and successfully graduating was the original owner’s dream, wasn’t it?”
The system instantly went silent.
“What? Did I guess wrong?”
After a while, the system’s robotic voice slowly sounded: [Host is truly smart to have guessed that.]
Jiang Chenyan crushed the cigarette butt with the sole of his shoe, the sparks struggling on the ground twice before completely going out.
A faint smile hooked the corner of his mouth, but there was no warmth in his eyes. “The tasks you issue have clear directions. I’m not blind, how could I not see it?”
The system laughed awkwardly twice: [This little brother bows to you.]
“Get lost.”
System: […]
Seeing that it was about time, and his gland had no major issues, it was time to go downstairs back to the dorm.
It was just that today’s incident would inevitably cause a huge uproar on the forum.
The Alliance Military Academy had a forum, known as the campus gossip hub. Whenever there was even the slightest rustle of leaves, it always made waves here. Especially those few unparalleled protagonist gongs, they constantly dominated the trending discussion boards, their every move drawing the attention of more than half the alumni.
Later on, when Shen Shiyue was forced to get close to them, he naturally got dragged into it, and related discussion threads emerged endlessly.
When Jiang Chenyan returned to the dorm, Shen Shiyue was already lying in bed. He casually greeted him and went to wash up and prepare for bed, since they still had class early tomorrow morning.
After washing up and lying back in bed, Jiang Chenyan opened that forum in a rare move. This was the first time he had clicked into it.
A few highly-upvoted posts hung on the front page, one of which was glaringly about the Omega infiltrating the military academy and having a heat breakout today.
He had just clicked into that post when it got deleted.
“…”
But it was normal for it to be deleted. He heard that high-level Omegas were protected by law and couldn’t just be discussed publicly.
Sliding his finger down the screen, Jiang Chenyan suddenly paused.
The person in the photo was wearing a black mask, with most of his face covered, only exposing a pair of eyes that were highlighted by the poster with a glaring red circle. The caption read: Young Master Xie says he wants to find this person.
Jiang Chenyan, “…”
Eating melons only to find out he was the melon. He hadn’t even done anything bad; there was no need to expose him like this, right?
[Hey, don’t mention it, OP, this person’s eyes really do look bright and expressive.]
[Hiss, the person upstairs has some nerve. Could it be that you want an AA relationship?]
[Terrifying as hell.]
[Not exactly, just sweating for him.]
[+1]
[+1]
Jiang Chenyan silently logged out of his account.
He glanced at Shen Shiyue on the opposite bed, thinking to himself that if he stuck with him tomorrow, nothing major should go wrong.
He cleared his throat and probed, “Should we turn off the lights?”
Shen Shiyue didn’t even lift an eyelid: “The dorm unifies the lights-out.”
Jiang Chenyan: “…”
He gave a low response, reached up to set his alarm, and then buried his head under the covers, making no further sound as he unknowingly fell asleep.
The next morning, Jiang Chenyan woke up on time, changed into his uniform, and left for class with Shen Shiyue.
He was actually still sleepy. As soon as he got to the classroom, he slumped onto the desk, wanting to catch up on sleep.
“Today we’re covering theoretical knowledge; it’s quite important.” Shen Shiyue’s clear voice rang by his ear.
Jiang Chenyan lifted his head. “I already know all this knowledge.”
The theory regarding spacecraft—he had already read it when he first transmigrated and knew it by heart.
Shen Shiyue didn’t say anything more.
His seat was by the window. Right now, the sunlight slanted in, perfectly landing on his side profile, sketching out clear contours. Even the sharp line of his jaw looked exceptionally good.
Jiang Chenyan’s gaze couldn’t help but linger on his side profile for a few seconds.
Sensing Jiang Chenyan’s gaze, Shen Shiyue turned his head and asked, “What is it?”
Jiang Chenyan averted his eyes and said in a low voice, “Nothing, going to sleep.”
He slumped on the desk, drowsy, his head tilted to one side, revealing a small patch of pale neck that rose and fell gently with his breathing.
Shen Shiyue’s gaze unconsciously paused on that patch of skin. His eye color darkened, but he quickly looked away, landing on the open textbook.
He was slumping on the desk, half-asleep, when the person next to him gave him a gentle push. He groggily raised his head: “What’s wrong?”
“Class inspection.”
Inside the classroom, several upperclassmen in senior uniforms had already walked in, strictly scanning the room. Today was the first day of classes, so the inspections were exceptionally strict.
Jiang Chenyan didn’t pay it much mind. He rubbed his eyes and was about to lower his head again when he suddenly noticed a shadow cast over his textbook.
An extremely cold voice sounded above his head: “This student, you cannot sleep during class.”
He was just about to argue when fragmented whispers arose from the surroundings: “It’s Chairman Qi! He actually came to inspect the class personally?”
“Oh my god, looking up close he’s even more handsome… my idol!”
Jiang Chenyan: “…”
If he remembered correctly, Qi Bai was two years above them and was now the Student Council President. The Student Council President was incredibly busy; how could he have the free time to personally inspect classes?? He stole a glance at Shen Shiyue. Was it because of the plot? After all, the protagonist had a very strong attraction early on.
Just like the book’s description, Qi Bai wore gold-rimmed glasses, his gaze behind the lenses as cold as frost. He always exuded an aloof aura that kept strangers away.
Cold-blooded, aloof, excessively rational—those were always his defining traits.
Jiang Chenyan shook his head and argued, “I wasn’t sleeping.”
If he hadn’t fallen asleep, it didn’t count as sleeping.
Chairman Qi pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up, the lenses reflecting a bit of cold light: “I saw you.”
Jiang Chenyan instead gave a laugh. “Senior, don’t take it so seriously. It won’t happen again.”
Qi Bai’s eyes darkened, tinged with anger. Many surrounding students secretly clicked their tongues. This guy was too gutsy. He actually dared to bargain with Chairman Qi; why not just obediently admit his mistake and be done with it?
Qi Bai was just about to speak when Shen Shiyue suddenly lifted his eyes and interjected calmly: “Senior, he wasn’t sleeping. He didn’t have time for breakfast this morning, his hypoglycemia acted up, so he was just resting on the desk for a moment.”
Jiang Chenyan instantly followed up the assist.
“Senior, I am indeed feeling unwell.”
Qi Bai’s gaze shifted to Shen Shiyue, lingering on his face for a moment, the emotions in his deep eyes hard to read.
A moment later, he withdrew his gaze, his voice returning to its usual cold hardness: “Copy the school rules three times. Let this not happen again.”
After Qi Bai left, Jiang Chenyan turned to Shen Shiyue next to him. “Thanks.”
“It’s nothing.”
Jiang Chenyan smiled and took the initiative to suggest: “Let me treat you to lunch at noon, alright? I heard this Chairman Qi is famously strict. Just punishing me to copy the school rules three times is already considered light.”
Facing Shen Shiyue’s face, anyone who saw it would inevitably be moved, let alone one of the protagonist gongs, Qi Bai.
Shen Shiyue curved the corners of his lips. “Okay.”
…
At noon, the cafeteria was bustling with noise. Jiang Chenyan and Shen Shiyue carried their filled trays and found a seat by the window, sitting face-to-face as they started to eat.
Jiang Chenyan had no appetite. He took a few bites of the food on his tray and then put down his spoon; in contrast, Shen Shiyue opposite him ate quickly and cleanly, leaving only a bit of soup at the bottom.
The military academy had a rule against wasting food, so Jiang Chenyan looked at what was left in his bowl and patiently scooped a few more mouthfuls.
When they were both about done, they stood up, carrying their trays toward the recycling station, where specialized cleaning robots handled the subsequent washing and sanitizing.
“Clatter—”
A crisp crash suddenly exploded.
Jiang Chenyan froze entirely, almost dropping his own tray.
Shen Shiyue was walking in front of him and somehow got bumped by someone. The tray slipped from his hands and perfectly slammed onto the person in front of him.
The soup dripped down that person’s uniform, and the person who had been splashed all over was none other than Xie Huaijin.
He abruptly turned around, anger boiling on his face. Glaring fiercely at Shen Shiyue, he gritted his teeth and said: “Did you do that on purpose?”
Standing behind, Jiang Chenyan clearly saw Shen Shiyue shake his head, his lips moving as if trying to defend himself.
He bit the bullet and walked over. Had the fateful encounter plot just begun so freshly?
Acting on the principle of sharing both blessings and misfortunes, he had to go help Shen Shiyue. Who knew someone had accidentally spilled water on the floor tiles. His foot slipped, his body tilted, and with a “smack,” the tray in his hands also solidly slammed onto Xie Huaijin.
Shen Shiyue, “…”
Jiang Chenyan, “…”
Translator’s Note: “Shura Field” (修罗场)—a very popular internet slang term in Chinese web novels referring to a chaotic scene where multiple romantic interests clash, causing extreme tension and drama!
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