After Being Bitten By Top-Tier O, Flop A Went Viral - Chapter 45

45: Don’t Move

Things had escalated to this point, so Yan Qing decided to throw caution to the wind.

The hand that had been resting on Qin Que’s shoulder slid upward, hooking around the alpha’s neck and pulling her closer, as if offering a kiss.

Unsurprisingly, she saw Qin Que’s eyes widen in shock and her face flush red.

Hmph, did she really think she was scared?

Even if a dog turned into a wolf, wasn’t it still part of the canine family?

As the song ended, Yan Qing pressed a hand against Qin Que’s forehead and pushed her away, feeling refreshed. “Done singing!”

Qin Que clutched her dizzy head—partly from being startled by Yan Qing’s sudden closeness and partly from being pushed.

But she couldn’t help laughing.

She could practically see Yan Qing’s smugly wagging tail behind her.

“Good, keep this energy. Practice the song a few more times,” Wu Zihan clapped her hands and briskly walked away to the first group.

Meanwhile, the audience in Livestream Room 2 had completely lost their minds.

Comment 1: Oxygen tank! Respirator! Defibrillator! Quick, I can’t breathe—this is too sweet!
Comment 2: Someone get me an insulin shot first.
Comment 3: Thank you, Professor Wu! Kneeling in gratitude! You are an irreplaceable milestone in the Qin-Yan ship’s journey! Every piece of sugar I consume from now on will come with heartfelt respect for you.
Comment 4: Wow, does Meng University’s acting department not just train actors but also professional shippers? From professors to students, everyone’s theoretical knowledge and practical skills are off the charts. After hearing Yan Qing’s theory on romantic performance, I felt like an illiterate. She’s practically speaking for me.
Comment 5: As the saying goes, don’t challenge professionals with your hobbies. Nowadays, romance scenes make up almost 80% of drama performances.
Comment 6: That’s conservative—more like 95%.
Comment 7: I thought Professor Wu was some old-fashioned traditionalist, but turns out she really knows her stuff. My bad, I underestimated her.
Comment 8: Professor Wu: “I just need to lift a finger to turn this obedient pup into a fierce wolf cub. Can Yan Qing do that?”
Comment 9: It’s not that Yan Qing can’t—she just doesn’t want to. She’s purely a dog person.
Comment 10: What was once a simple, sweet ship has suddenly gained a new flavor, and it’s delicious. Thank you, professor! munch munch
Comment 11: LMAO, Qin Que’s gaze at Yan Qing is totally different now. Before, she was all submissive energy, but now… I can’t even describe it.
Comment 12: Once you experience the thrill of being the dominant one, once you witness a shy Yan Qing, who can ever go back? If even I can’t handle it through the screen, imagine poor Qin Que facing it head-on.
Comment 13: What about Yan Qing? Checking Yan Qing’s status.
Comment 14: Yan Qing says not right now.
Comment 15: Feels like if they were somewhere else, she might’ve agreed. Folks, the problem is us.
Comment 16: We’re all neighbors here—what’s there we can’t see? Go ahead and kiss! At most, I’ll cover my eyes and promise not to peek.
Comment 17: Hey, no peeking through your fingers! We can skip the livestream, but we’ll definitely watch the clips 100 times a day.
Comment 18: Y’all are too obvious. Learn from me—I’ll just set it as my phone wallpaper.

Once Wu Zihan left, Yan Qing turned and walked away. Qin Que hurried after her.

In the past, she would’ve been nervously apologizing nonstop.

But now, watching Yan Qing’s deliberately heavy footsteps, Qin Que wasn’t too worried.

For one, the sweet, wine-like scent of pheromones in the air remained unchanged, signaling that their owner wasn’t truly angry.

Moreover, given their current relationship, even if Yan Qing were genuinely upset, Qin Que at least had the chance to sincerely apologize and be forgiven.

…Had her skin grown thicker?

Qin Que touched her face and followed Yan Qing to sit on a nearby bench.

Yan Qing shot her a sidelong glance, scoffed, and turned away.

Now that she could rely on pheromones, Qin Que mustered the courage to ask, “Are you mad?”

It was a pointless question, but she couldn’t very well say, I know you’re not mad, so pay attention to me!

Yan Qing smiled, a hint of menace in her expression. “Guess?”

Qin Que pretended to be scared but answered honestly, “I’m guessing… you’re not mad?”

Yan Qing: “…”

Playing these obvious mind games with someone so earnest was utterly pointless.

She let out a light hum, trying to feign anger, but failed. Not because of her acting skills, but simply because she couldn’t bear to make Qin Que worry over something so trivial.

Since when had she become so soft-hearted?

“You listened to Professor Wu so obediently—why are you following me now? Go cozy up to her. Maybe if she’s happy, she’ll take you with her when she leaves.” But she still felt a little indignant. How could Qin Que listen to someone else so readily?

That whole segment had felt like the two of them ganging up on her.

Hmph!

The unfairly blamed alpha blinked innocently. “How could I leave with her when you’re here?”

Though she likely didn’t mean it that way, Qin Que’s matter-of-fact attitude of tying the two of them together greatly pleased Yan Qing.

She finally deigned to look at Qin Que properly.

Qin Que scratched her head, a little embarrassed but still meeting her gaze as she explained, “Besides, it’s not like I was just obeying her. I… I wanted to do it. I don’t want to keep hiding. I want to… take the initiative to get closer to you too.”

Do you even realize what you’re saying with that earnest face of yours?

Yan Qing’s face warmed, but she resolved not to blush again today. Instead, she glared sternly and pinched Qin Que’s cheeks with both hands.

“Ow ow ow…”

After kneading the alpha’s handsome face like dough, she finally let go, smiling sweetly. “Getting bold, aren’t we?”

Qin Que rubbed her cheeks but kept smiling, though her voice carried a hint of unease. “If you dislike it, I can go back to how I was before.”

Now she was being polite.

Yan Qing thought Qin Que was still too young. After all, she and Professor Wu had already reached an unspoken understanding.

If any other alpha had suddenly gotten that close earlier, they would’ve gotten a slap across the face. Yan Qing wasn’t some delicate omega from a novel who turned weak and pliant at the slightest whiff of pheromones.

In fact, her first reaction had been to consider how to handle the aftermath if Qin Que actually dared to kiss her—calming enraged fans to prevent them from tearing Qin Que apart, while also teaching the alpha a lesson about staying away from bad influences like Professor Wu, who abandoned all sense of propriety in teaching mode.

But Qin Que was still Qin Que. She hadn’t disappointed Yan Qing.

Though in a way, she had disappointed her.

Frowning, Yan Qing asked, “If I said I disliked it, would you happily go back to hiding?”

“I wouldn’t say happily,” Qin Que admitted, her heart sinking slightly. But her tone remained firm. “But I don’t want to be someone you dislike.”

Everything else could wait.

Yan Qing didn’t respond, just looked at her. Time seemed to stretch under her gaze, and Qin Que’s confidence slowly waned.

Just as she was about to speak again to reaffirm her sincerity, Yan Qing flicked her forehead, her smile tinged with exasperation. “Silly. When I do these things to you, do I ask if you dislike it?”

Qin Que clutched her forehead, staring blankly at Yan Qing’s smiling profile. It took her a long moment to process the meaning behind those words.

Yan Qing doesn’t ask, so neither do I. I don’t dislike it, so neither does Yan Qing.

Her heart finally settled, and she laughed in relief before reaching out. “Then can I pinch your cheeks too?”

The sensation earlier had been amazing. Now she understood why Yan Qing liked pinching her face so much.

Smack.

Yan Qing mercilessly swatted her hand away, looking down at her like a haughty cat judging a foolish human.

“Not now.”

“Oh.”

Qin Que obediently retracted her hand, suddenly realizing that if Yan Qing had truly disliked it earlier, she could’ve just refused outright.

She felt like she’d taken a ridiculously roundabout path.

—

“Does her waist have spikes? You’re too scared to touch her?”

At that moment, Wu Zihan’s raised voice came from the other side of the classroom.

The two of them turned to see Wu Zihan instructing Yan Yuzhen and Jin Shuo.

The pair were acting strangely today. Yan Yuzhen, who usually clung to Jin Shuo like glue, was keeping her distance as if they were strangers. Meanwhile, Jin Shuo had reverted to her demeanor from the start of the show—stern-faced and refusing to lower her head even slightly.

Wu Zihan massaged her temples, looking thoroughly exasperated, a far cry from her composed demeanor when guiding Qin Que and Yan Qing.

Yan Yuzhen’s eyes were already red, staring fixedly at Wu Zihan, her thoughts unreadable.

Jin Shuo glanced at Yan Yuzhen, then stiffened her neck as if ready to take all the blame. “Professor, can we forfeit?”

This outcome was entirely unexpected for Qin Que. She’d seen their skills firsthand—Twin Blades might as well have been tailor-made for them. Even if they performed at the same level as during the cultural festival, they’d undoubtedly take first place.

“Hah, so I’m the one holding you back?” Wu Zihan sneered. “I’ve said it many times—don’t bring unnecessary emotions into your performance. If you can’t even manage that, how can you call yourselves idols?”

Qin Que’s heart skipped a beat.

That was too harsh. Wu Zihan was strict, but her critiques were always constructive and measured.

Now, it sounded almost… personal.

She wanted to step in and mediate, but Yan Qing tugged her sleeve, shaking her head with a serious expression.

Clearly, Yan Qing knew something she didn’t—this wasn’t their place to interfere.

So Qin Que could only watch.

Jin Shuo hung her head in silence, but Yan Yuzhen suddenly exploded. Tears welled in her eyes as she choked out, “And you said you’d never interfere with me again! Who are you saying all this for now?!”

With that, she stormed out of the classroom without looking back. Jin Shuo instinctively took a step after her but ultimately stayed, turning back to Wu Zihan. “I’m sorry, Professor, I…”

Even someone as stoic as her sounded like she was holding back tears.

Wu Zihan glanced at the door, and for a brief moment, her eyes betrayed a weariness and sorrow befitting her age. Exhausted, she said, “Do whatever you want.”

Without another glance at Jin Shuo, she turned to instruct Nie Sijun instead.

“Sigh. Sometimes, being too charismatic is its own curse.”

Qin Que heard Yan Qing murmur with a sigh.

What on earth is going on?

She was burning with curiosity but didn’t dare ask outright, leaving her fidgeting restlessly.

Noticing her unease, Yan Qing smiled and took her hand, starting to write on her palm.

The cool touch of Yan Qing’s fingers tickled, making Qin Que instinctively want to clench her fist—only to get a light slap.

“Don’t move.”

So she obediently played the role of a writing board.

Eventually, she deciphered the words Yan Qing was tracing:

Burning… Winter?

Qin Que: “???”