After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 41
41: Coming to Kiss Her
The voice behind her—Yan Qing’s—was gentle yet brooked no argument. The fingers pressing on her shoulders exerted slight force, and the muscles in Qin Que’s overworked, sore body instantly surged with a mix of pain and pleasure.
“Hiss.”
She sucked in a sharp breath, shivering all over, and instinctively tried to stand up again.
Only to be pressed back down by Yan Qing.
Accompanied by a low, warning “Don’t move.”
It didn’t sound angry, but it carried a clear admonition.
Qin Que could only tense her body, trembling as she pleaded, “N-no need, I’ll be fine after resting for a bit.”
It did feel good—Yan Qing’s technique and pressure were just right. The areas she massaged first ached briefly before warming up, as if blocked bl00d vessels had been cleared.
But Qin Que still felt it was better to enjoy such blessings sparingly.
“Relax.” The woman’s hands had already moved to her back, the pressure increasing slightly, making her lose control of her expression. Whether it was because she was too tense or because Yan Qing was punishing her for her ingratitude, Qin Que couldn’t tell. “It’s just a massage. It won’t take much effort. You’re not still worried about my wound reopening, are you?”
Her tone wasn’t great, and her hands didn’t stop.
Qin Que could only grit her teeth and endure, reciting electrical laws in her head while trying to hypnotize herself into thinking the person behind her wasn’t Yan Qing.
But it barely worked.
She could feel the other’s hands pressing, kneading, and rubbing her skin, moving down her spine, leaving a trail of tingling numbness in their wake.
Until they reached her waist.
“Ah!”
The mix of pain and ticklishness shot through her like an electric current. Qin Que yelped, unable to hold back any longer, and turned to tightly grab Yan Qing’s hand.
The bench had no backrest. Yan Qing was half-kneeling on the ground, one hand caught by Qin Que, the other still resting on her waist.
The woman looked up at her, her cat-like eyes appearing especially innocent from this angle, filled with pure confusion. “What’s wrong?”
She was asking what was wrong?
For a moment, Qin Que had a thousand things she wanted to say, but all that came out was, “R-really, no need. I’m just… not used to it.”
It was too intense.
The alpha looked down at her, her face and neck already flushed red, the scent of her pheromones mingling with sweat, becoming even more pronounced.
Her expression was almost aggrieved, as if she’d been wronged.
Yan Qing felt a strange sense of accomplishment but immediately found it unsettling.
Was her current smugness the same as those alphas who marked omegas?
She carries my scent, she has to yield to me, she’s… like my possession.
She quietly released Qin Que’s waist but couldn’t resist asking, “Haven’t you had physical therapy before? Why are you so sensitive?”
She already knew the answer but wanted to hear Qin Que say it herself.
“I have,” the alpha murmured, seemingly embarrassed by her own reaction, the second half of her sentence barely audible. “But how could that be the same?”
Yes, she wasn’t like anyone else.
Satisfied with the answer, Yan Qing suppressed a smile and sat down beside Qin Que under the latter’s wary gaze.
Why so scared? Do I look like someone who enjoys ambushing people?
Qin Que sat for a while before the heat in her body slowly subsided. She found it strange—she’d been to massage parlors before, but never had she felt like this: her body relaxing while her mind grew tenser with every touch, until she couldn’t take it anymore.
She hadn’t been overthinking it. Her mind simply reacted violently to the woman’s touch.
Was this another side effect of the mark?
Or was it just because it was Yan Qing?
Yes, it was Yan Qing. How could she compare to anyone else?
This universal answer explained everything, so Qin Que didn’t dwell on why she still felt too ashamed to look at Yan Qing.
After resting a bit longer, Qin Que finished cleaning up the remaining leaves before five o’clock and returned to the classroom with Yan Qing.
The other two groups had apparently been assigned equally grueling tasks. Nie Sijun and Yan Yuzhen were covered in grass clippings, and even Nie Sijun, who was usually pale, now had flushed cheeks from exertion.
Amid the disheveled group, Yan Qing, who looked pristine and unruffled, stood out starkly.
“Sister Yan, your stamina is amazing,” Yan Yuzhen sighed, wiping her forehead before pointing at Mi Sike. “You guys are seriously… I’ve never worked this hard even in school.”
“It’s not that my stamina is good—it’s that someone else’s is too good.” Yan Qing smiled, glancing at Qin Que.
Was that a compliment? It sounded a little odd.
Qin Que turned away, avoiding Yan Yuzhen’s curious gaze.
Viewers in the livestream eagerly played the role of righteous commentators.
Comment 1: Xiao Yan, you’re still too young. Does your Sister Yan need to lift a finger? If there’d been more time, Qin Que could’ve set up a tea table for her.
Comment 2: Qin Que, why are you hiding? You should’ve just pulled Yan Qing into your arms and said, My love, how could she be burdened with such trivial matters?
Comment 3: The greasy sister (brother) returns! Everyone, run! Bleh!
Comment 4: I think they’ve got a point, though. Qin Que’s only flaw is that she’s too shy.
Comment 5: Maybe Yan Qing just likes shy people.
Comment 6: Since when is eating baozi about thin skin and thick filling?
Comment 7: Now I’m hungry, but the metaphor is spot-on. Qin Que even steams herself—how is she not a baozi?
Comment 8: Self-heating baozi, specially made for Yan Qing.
Comment 9: But I think it’s worth it. Yan Qing gave her a massage! I’ve never seen anything like it.
Comment 10: Can’t she just feel bad for the poor kid?
Comment 11: Can’t she just pet her tired dog? If you’re jealous, go get your own.
Comment 12: Today’s tasks were a bit much. Yan Yuzhen’s meme-worthy expression while pulling weeds cracks me up every time.
Comment 13: It’s not that hiring a cleaning company isn’t affordable—it’s just that exploiting the guests’ labor is more cost-effective.
Mi Sike waited for the guests to finish complaining before announcing the results: “Groups one and two completed their tasks on time and will receive rewards. Group three did not finish, so they get nothing.”
Everyone, including Nie Sijun, turned to look at Dai Yuchen. Though the man looked like he’d done some work, he was far less exhausted than everyone else except Yan Qing.
Clearly, he’d slacked off.
Now, he tried to defend himself: “I worked hard! You just assigned too much.”
Nie Sijun shot him a glance but said nothing.
Mi Sike politely rebutted, “We measured the workloads professionally. All three groups had the same amount of work.”
Dai Yuchen snorted but didn’t press further.
“Next is today’s audience challenge,” Mi Sike said, looking at her cue cards.
Qin Que’s heart clenched again.
“Last time, Qin Que blushed after just ten seconds of being carried bridal-style. I’m curious if she can blush even faster. I hope Yan Qing will accept this challenge.” After reading the comment, Mi Sike gave Qin Que an apologetic smile before turning to Yan Qing. “Completing the challenge earns you 30 campus coins. Do you accept?”
“Of course.” Qin Que watched as Yan Qing nodded without hesitation, striding over confidently.
What is she going to do?!
Before Qin Que could retreat, the woman cupped her face.
In her vision, those pink lips suddenly enlarged—
As if they were about to kiss her.
Qin Que: “!!!”
She instinctively leaned back, but Yan Qing had already released her.
“Does that count?”
The woman pointed innocently at Qin Que, whose blush had spread to her ears.
“It counts.” Mi Sike showed the stopwatch to everyone. The time had stopped at around three seconds. “Truly awe-inspiring.”
The livestream audience was equally impressed.
Comment 1: Giving Yan Qing this kind of challenge is basically handing them campus coins. Don’t you have anything spicier?
Comment 2: Calm down, anything spicier wouldn’t pass censorship.
Comment 3: Take it step by step, folks. If Qin Que burns up and ends up in the hospital, we’ll never forgive ourselves.
Comment 4: So she’s still too shy. If it were me, I’d lean in—a kiss is a win, a slap is a bonus.
Comment 5: So either way, you’re rewarded, huh?
After Mi Sike announced the end of the day’s activities, the exhausted guests scattered like birds and beasts, eager for dinner. Only Qin Que and Yan Qing remained.
“Hey, are you okay? Let’s go eat.” Yan Qing reached for Qin Que’s hand but was uncharacteristically dodged.
Did I go too far?
Looking at the alpha, whose blush hadn’t faded, Yan Qing began to reflect—a rare occurrence.
The challenges were getting increasingly bold, clearly because the audience enjoyed their chemistry and wanted more intimate moments.
This was undoubtedly good for their popularity, and Yan Qing had played along without hesitation.
But for Qin Que, having her embarrassment repeatedly put on display couldn’t be pleasant.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you. I just wanted to complete the challenge.” She instinctively reached to cup Qin Que’s face but stopped halfway. “If you don’t like it, we won’t do these kinds of tasks anymore.”
Yan Qing also realized that if it weren’t Qin Que, she wouldn’t have dared to be so bold—not even for thirty campus coins. In fact, she’d have found it offensive.
The only reason she’d done it was because she knew Qin Que wouldn’t take advantage of her.
A single phrase summed it up perfectly: spoiling the child.
Or, more accurately, bullying the well-behaved kid.
“N-no, it’s not that I didn’t like it.” The alpha finally looked up at her, her voice hoarse and tired. “I was just startled. I thought…”
I thought you were really going to kiss me.
Qin Que chewed the words to pieces, along with her secret disappointment, and forced a smile at the concerned woman. She took Yan Qing’s hand. “It’s not your fault. Let’s go eat.”
Of course it wasn’t Yan Qing’s fault. This was a variety show challenge, and as an actor, Qin Que shouldn’t have been so flustered.
The problem was her brain.
She’d actually thought Yan Qing would kiss her.
Day 6
The broadcast, unusually, sounded at seven in the morning and got straight to the point after just ten seconds: “All students, please report to the classroom immediately after breakfast to meet your teacher.”
Teacher?
Qin Que, who had been about to unplug the power, turned blankly to Yan Qing, who was already sitting up.
The woman showed no signs of morning grumpiness—only a hint of solemnity. She looked at Qin Que, her voice uncharacteristically tentative. “I have a bad feeling about this.”
Qin Que’s mood instantly mirrored hers. “What’s wrong?”
Yan Qing got out of bed. “Let’s talk in the classroom. I don’t want to scare you now.”
Thus, with a heart full of trepidation, Qin Que finished breakfast and followed Yan Qing to the classroom.
“Wait a second.”
The woman stopped her, then stealthily peeked into the classroom.
Watching her cautious movements, Qin Que thought of one phrase: sneaky cat.
She clearly saw Yan Qing shudder slightly before quickly pulling back.
The woman didn’t speak, but Qin Que could read four words plainly on her face: I’d rather die.
“It’s really her. We’re doomed.” Yan Qing paced in circles before turning to Qin Que with utmost sincerity. “Do you think we can skip class?”
Qin Que: “???”
Before she could answer, a woman’s voice rang out from inside the classroom: “You at the door—get in here!”
The voice didn’t sound young. It wasn’t loud, but it carried an authority that commanded respect—like Qin Que’s stern high school principal.
Yan Qing massaged her temples, muttering, “Her eyes are as sharp as ever.”
She took a deep breath, straightened up, and adopted an expression of heroic resolve.
Just as Qin Que thought she was about to walk in, Yan Qing ducked behind her and pushed her forward. “You go first. She likes obedient kids like you.”
Confused but amused by Yan Qing’s antics, Qin Que entered the classroom with a complicated expression.
The freshly cleaned classroom had been rearranged to resemble the setup from the talent show. Surprisingly, Yan Yuzhen and Jin Shuo had arrived earlier today, both sitting upright like soldiers awaiting inspection. Even Yan Yuzhen wasn’t smiling.
On the podium sat a woman in her early forties.
Unlike most in the industry, she didn’t seem to have bothered with anti-aging treatments. Wrinkles lined her face, but her delicate features suggested she’d been a rare beauty in her youth—especially her piercing eyes, which held none of the weariness of middle age but rather a blade-like sharpness that inspired fear.
Now, those eyes turned to them. Though her gaze was calm, Qin Que instinctively straightened further.
She recognized this woman. In fact, few in the entertainment industry wouldn’t.
Wu Zihan, Artistic Executive Director of Bosen Entertainment, was one of Bosen’s earliest stars. Rumors said she came from a wealthy family, had close ties to the previous head of the Xu family, and was one of Bosen’s founding members.
But these were just business matters. Wu Zihan’s fame stemmed primarily from her artistic and educational achievements.
It was said she excelled in music, chess, calligraphy, painting, acting, dance, singing, and theater. Her status in the art world was unparalleled. When Bosen was just starting, the TV dramas she starred in helped the fledgling company gain footing. But soon after, she retired from the spotlight, serving as Bosen’s executive director while accepting an invitation to teach at Mengcheng University’s acting department.
Most of the industry’s renowned actors were Mengcheng graduates, and they all spoke of their teacher with a mix of reverence and lingering fear. One award-winning actress once broke down in tears at a ceremony, saying, Teacher, even if you didn’t think I deserved to graduate, I’ve finally earned the public’s recognition.
Yan Qing was also a Mengcheng acting graduate. So, had Wu Zihan taught her?
Qin Que suddenly understood.
This was like a cat-and-mouse relationship between teacher and student.
In terms of fame and influence, the current Wu Zihan couldn’t compare to Yan Qing.
But Qin Que imagined it was like a wildly successful student running into their strict former teacher.
By worldly standards, you might have far surpassed her, but that didn’t mean you could ignore her scolding.
She wasn’t afraid of Wu Zihan—the woman’s gaze held no malice toward her—but since Yan Qing was, she’d shield her.
Qin Que smiled politely at Wu Zihan while subtly shifting to block Yan Qing. “Hello, Teacher Wu.”
“Hello.” Wu Zihan stood and nodded courteously in return.
This flattered Qin Que. Given Wu Zihan’s stature, she felt she ought to bow in respect.
After all, she’d loved the woman’s martial arts dramas as a child.
Then, the woman’s sharp gaze moved past her. “Aren’t you going to greet your teacher? What are you hiding behind a child for?”
Qin Que: “…”
Yan Qing stepped out from behind her, smiling sweetly. “Hello, Teacher! You’re as sharp-eyed as ever. Truly aging like fine wine.”
Wu Zihan’s eye twitched as if fighting the urge to roll them.
Qin Que: “…”
This wasn’t cat and mouse—it was troublemaker and grump.