Chapter 25: Dog Thing: Wife, Please Don’t Slap Him.
Recently, stalker behavior in the school had become increasingly rampant. The original manpower of the Disciplinary Department couldn’t cope, so they expanded recruitment.
The newly joined members, lacking training, actually couldn’t catch up with those stalkers.
Those stalkers would mutter pig-headed nonsense like, “Dog thing, you want to snatch my Wife’s beautiful pictures too? No way.”
The minister had no choice but to ask Ji Chen to help train this group of freshmen. Ji Chen originally felt bored with this matterānot a single capable seedling among themāthinking it would be nice if something exciting happened.
He just didn’t expect to see such a scene. It was a bit too exciting.
“You guys wait a moment, don’t go in.” Ji Chen crushed the candy in his mouth and turned to the Alphas behind him.
The Alphas were confused. What was in the training room that couldn’t be seen?
At most, it would be Alphas shirtless, engaging in hand-to-hand combat. They were all Alphas; what was there to be shy about? It couldn’t be that they were stealing a taste of forbidden fruit, right?
Some curious Alphas stole a few glances, not expecting to see such a scene.
Their Adam’s apples rolled exaggeratedly.
From this angle, they couldn’t see the Alpha underneath, which made it easier to self-insert.
Tang Xingye’s eyes were misty and hazy, the tails of his eyes seeping with red. A thin pink flush emerged on his cold white face, and fine beads of sweat flowed down his neck into his chest.
Their gazes licked from Tang Xingye’s smooth forehead to the tip of his nose, lips, and then to his slender neck.
They secretly broadcasted and discussed in the forum:
[Why is Wife making such an expression? Is he being…]
[Why can that dog Lu Zhi f*ck my Wife? Why why why (Collapsed crying)]
[Wife’s tummy is too small, he definitely can’t eat it all, he’s even crying.]
[Wife is so strong-willed. He only cries when he’s being done hard, but he absolutely refuses to admit defeat, only biting his lip and glaringālast time he glared at me, I got hard instantly.]
An Alpha who had been following Tang Xingye’s movements in the forum saw this post, and his eyes were dyed with a shadow.
Ji Chen glanced at Lu Zhi, who had gone to the shower room, then turned to look at Tang Xingye, who had changed his clothes.
“If you don’t fight me, it won’t be justifiable, right?” Ji Chen narrowed his eyes and smiled, his dark blue eyes suddenly becoming profound.
Ji Chen liked fighting strong people. He enjoyed combat and immersed himself in the joy of exchanging blows. Although Tang Xingye currently didn’t meet the standards of his list, right now, he really wanted to fight Tang Xingye.
Tang Xingye looked up, meeting the Alpha’s gaze. “You want to fight me?”
Ji Chen nodded quite honestly, his eyes full of eagerness.
This restlessness was truly abnormal. He had never had a similar destructive impulse toward a Beta.
That impulse violated his standards. He didn’t even know the reason, yet he wanted to vent, wanted to seize.
He followed his desire; he wouldn’t break Tang Xingye.
Tang Xingye seemed to sense his abnormal excitement and withdrew his gaze quickly as if losing interest.
Ji Chen tempted him patiently, “Won’t try with me? Don’t you feel very happy defeating an Alpha stronger than yourself?”
Tang Xingye: “I have no stamina left now.”
Ji Chen stopped smiling and tsked, as if feeling bored by such a direct admission of defeat.
Betas’ spiritual power and physical strength were generally inferior to Alphas’. When conflicts arose, most would choose to avoid them to seek advantage and avoid harm.
He looked away at the training equipment, tore open a candy from his pocket, and threw it into his mouth.
Tang Xingye’s voice was cold, inexplicably carrying a small hook.
“In the future, I will be ready.”
In the future, not next time.
Meaning Tang Xingye would challenge him at any time. Strange excitement and anticipation leaped in Ji Chen’s heart again.
Can a Beta also make an Alpha excited?
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The corridor of the laboratory was so quiet that the hum of instruments could be heard. Tang Xingye placed the last set of petri dishes into the incubator. He rubbed his sore back neck, his elbow accidentally bumping Lin Mo’s notebook.
As the pages turned, a pale purple bookmark slid down lightly.
Tang Xingye quickly bent down to pick it up. Lin Mo hated others touching his things the most, and he treasured his notebook the most.
Last time someone almost spilled coffee on the notebook, Lin Mo’s face was so gloomy it seemed capable of dripping water. Tang Xingye suspected that if others hadn’t been present, he would have struck directly.
Tang Xingye’s fingertips touched the fine paper, and he paused slightly.
He lowered his eyes to examine this eternally preserved pale purple wildflowerāit was the kind of violet seen everywhere on the roadside. The petals were stretched out, the color so pale it was almost transparent, but hanging from the end of the bookmark was an expensive silk tassel.
“You’re curious about it?”
Lin Mo’s voice came from above, calm as a pool of deep water.
Tang Xingye was slightly stunned, then closed the notebook without changing his expression and handed it back to him, saying righteously, “The wind blew it down.”
Lin Mo gave an “En” and didn’t mean to pursue it.
Tang Xingye rarely felt like teasing, “So you like roadside flowers?”
Lin Mo’s fingertips rubbed the bookmark, his tone calm. “Everyone has things they like. I just happen to like this kind of flower.”
Tang Xingye raised an eyebrow. Rarely seeing him show interest in anything, he couldn’t help asking one more question, “Any special flower language? Can it bless the experimental data to be satisfactory?”
He had seen many graduate seniors talking to lab mice, especially when organizing data; the situation was even worse.
Lin Mo looked up at him, his eyes calm and unrippled. “Not everything needs a meaning.”
He paused, his voice light but certain, “Besides, how could a bookmark do those things?”
Tang Xingye chuckled low and didn’t ask further. But when he turned around, out of the corner of his eye, he glimpsed Lin Mo putting the bookmark back into the notebookācautiously, as if afraid of disturbing that long-withered wildflower.
Tang Xingye picked up his data book and left the laboratory.
Zhou Lin saw Tang Xingye pushing the door open and entering. “Wait a moment.”
Nowadays, the professor was busy with work and invited outstanding students to help with the initial review of drafts. Zhou Lin participated in the project review work, so their frequent meetings were reasonable.
“There are three formatting errors in the references of your opening report.”
“The experimental group setup lacks a negative control.”
“Why wasn’t the data error written in the remarks?”
Zhou Lin’s tone was gentle, pointing out the errors in the material with reason and evidence.
Zhou Lin flipped to the experimental design page, drawing a bright red question mark in the blank space with his fountain pen. “Go back and revise the report.”
At this moment, Zhou Lin looked like a beast in human skin, appearing somewhat human, even like a counselor.
Unfortunately, in Tang Xingye’s eyes, he remained a beatable dog thing.
Zhou Lin turned his head and picked a bone with the quiet Tang Xingye. “Why did you submit the materials on the very last day?”
Tang Xingye: “…”
Dog thing, even managing the deadline.
Tang Xingye’s voice had no fluctuation. “Is there a problem with my materials?”
Zhou Lin: “No. The notice clearly suggested submitting three working days in advance. I suggest you submit earlier next time.”
Tang Xingye: “A suggestion is not a rule. I suggest you don’t make this suggestion.”
Zhou Lin chuckled upon hearing this. “You submit materials early just in case there are mistakes and they need revision, right?”
Tang Xingye: “There is no ‘in case.’ If the review team needed the materials early, instead of at the notified time, they should have emailed me.”
The implication was: If you didn’t say it clearly beforehand, stop barking here.
The student who was scolded just now heard this dialogue and really wanted to applaud Tang Xingye’s attitude.
Tang Xingye didn’t have much desire to communicate with Zhou Lin. Their topics were basically initiated by Zhou Lin, with Tang Xingye answering expressionlessly. It made Zhou Lin look like he was looking for trouble out of nothing, deliberately finding fault.
The students nearby created a small group chat, secretly cursing Zhou Lin:
[Bullying the Campus Beauty again!]
[Third time!! Third time this week!! Every time using material review as an excuse!!]
[Is ZL losing it because he can’t lick Wife, deliberately finding fault?]
[Recently Wife has been done by Dog Lu in the training room… ZL can’t kiss, can’t f*ck, trying all sorts of ways to attract Wife’s attention.]
[Speaking of which, does Wife have a coagulation disorder? Bruises appear with a light touch. Can take down an Alpha with one hand, but coagulation is so poor he bruises with slight force… This contrast, the battle-damaged feel, I’m feeling good again.]
[Baby looks so beautiful when coldly dissing people. The more his little mouth speaks, the more I want to press him onto the lab bench, watch the tails of his eyes turn red while cursing, and finally his voice trembling into whimpers.]
[Wife, please don’t slap him, that will make the cheap dog feel good.]
Finally, Tang Xingye sneered, picked up the materials, and left.
The lab door slammed shut.
Tang Xingye was truly impervious.
Zhou Lin withdrew his gaze. Compared to the banquet socializing he had to attend tonight, this kind of confrontation actually made him feel a trace of vitality.
The crystal chandelier in the banquet hall lit up the entire space like daylight. Golden light danced among the champagne glasses, refracting a decadent halo.
Zhou Lin stood in the corner, slender fingers holding an untouched glass of whiskey. The amber liquid glinted coldly under the light.
He wore a custom dark gray suit today, highlighting his broad shoulders and narrow waist. Even though he deliberately restrained his Alpha pheromones, surrounding Omegas still frequently glanced sideways at him.
“President Zhou, why hiding here alone?” An Alpha swayed over with a wine glass, wearing a hypocritical smile Zhou Lin knew too well. “Heard you secured another piece of land recently. Congratulations.”
Zhou Lin twitched the corner of his mouth as a response. Saying one more word to such a person would lower his class.
His gaze went past the Alpha’s shoulder, landing on a familiar scene not far awayāa well-dressed Alpha was holding the arm of a young Beta. The boy looked no more than twenty, with a bright and fawning smile on his face, a brand-new luxury watch on his wrist flashing blindingly under the light.
“That’s President Chen’s ‘new favorite’,” the Alpha followed Zhou Lin’s line of sight and revealed a tacit lewd smile. “Pretended to be aloof at the beginning.”
“You surely understand President Chen’s methods,” the other lowered his voice, as if sharing some incredible secret. “Send some small gifts first, pretend to make friends. Once the appetite is whetted…” He made an obscene gesture. “These Betas with no background, don’t they all end up like this?”
Zhou Lin’s brow furrowed imperceptibly.
“These Betas nowadays, knowing they don’t have pheromones to attract people, rely on youth and obedience to climb up.” The Alpha took a sip of wine, his tone frivolous. “But it’s good, saves us the trouble of marking.”
In this ABO world, Betas had no pheromones and couldn’t form marking bonds, so they became the group most easily objectified. They were neither instinctively protected by Alphas like Omegas nor possessed natural social advantages like Alphas.
Zhou Lin’s fingertips tightened on the wine glass.
Alphas were tools, Omegas were containers, Betas were playthings.
“Excuse me.” Zhou Lin suddenly put down the wine glass.
“Hey, don’t leave in a hurry, President Zhou,” the Alpha stopped him. “There’s a ‘special program’ later. President Chen is preparing to give his little Beta a car on the spot. The key is placed in the topmost glass of the champagne tower, making him climb up to get it in public. Won’t you watch the fun?”
Perhaps due to the lighting, those people’s faces turned into old antiques.
Nagging at Omegas, “Your value is to marry a powerful Alpha,” nodding frequently when looking at Alphas with eyes assessing breeding stallions, and shaking heads with sighs at Betas.
Zhou Lin felt a wave of nausea surging from his stomach, sticky filth blocking his chest.
“No need.” His voice was deep. Alpha pheromones spilled out, forming invisible pressure in the air. The other party immediately retreated half a step sensibly, a fawning smile still on his face.
Walking out of the banquet hall, Zhou Lin took a deep breath of the cool night air. The driver had been waiting for a long time and immediately opened the car door upon seeing him come out.
“Back to school,” Zhou Lin ordered without hesitation.
He wanted to leave that place.
Wanted to return to the dorm.
Wanted to see that grudge-holding, beautiful, vivid Beta.
Tang Xingye faced the mirror, taking off half his clothes to apply medicine to himself. The bruises left from training were particularly glaring on his cold white skin.
“Tsk.”
Expressionlessly, he unscrewed the ointment and applied it crisply.
The moment the cold ointment touched the wound, Tang Xingye’s thin back tensed abruptly. Fingers gripped the edge of the sink, knuckles turning white.
His slightly lowered long lashes trembled gently, like an iris battered by rain, so fragile it could hardly bear a trace of rain or dew.
Pain caused his breath to hitch slightly. His originally pale cheeks flushed with a thin layer of red due to suppressing the pain, like rouge suddenly smudged on snow-white ground, shockingly beautiful.
Clear finger marks still remained on his wrist, left by that Alpha Lu Zhi who didn’t know his own strength during close combat today.
Thinking of those Alphas who were always eager to challenge him, the corner of Tang Xingye’s mouth hooked into a sneer.
He cursed in a low voice, “Dog thing.” It was clearly a word carrying anger, yet due to the pain, it trembled slightly, inexplicably revealing a fragility that tightened one’s heartstrings.
Outside the door, Zhou Lin’s footsteps stopped abruptly. Through the door panel, he clearly captured the suppressed breathing inside. That subtle tremor was like a feather, gently scratching across his nerves.
Injured?
Zhou Lin narrowed his eyes, his slender fingers silently resting on the door handle.
The moment the door was pushed open, Tang Xingye’s back view crashed into his line of sight defenselessly.
Zhou Lin’s Adam’s apple rolled, and his breath hitched slightly.
In the mirror, Tang Xingye slowly raised his eyes, looking at him coldly.
“Get out.”
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