He is not my Alpha! - Chapter 4

Although the new semester has just begun, the curriculum for the second year of high school is intense. The joy of starting school has completely vanished, with everyone anxiously working hard for the first monthly exam.

(Math class ends)

Han Dongjun: “I can’t do it, my brain is already ruined by math! Heavens! Can you just let me go!”

Chen Haojiang patted Han Dongjun’s shoulder and replied, “Bro, relax, you’re not the only one whose brain is ruined by math, I am too.”

It wasn’t just the two of them. The academic pressure in Class 1 was indeed greater than in other classes. One mistake would not only affect one’s grade but also one’s self-confidence.

Ji Yifei slumped on his desk, feeling the world collapse.

Math is the most annoying thing ever!

He turned his head to look at Shang Yan. A study god is a study god. After a deadly math class, not only did his brain not stop working, but he was actually starting on his math homework, stimulated by the thought-provoking class.

Ji Yifei: Damn it, Shang Yan, you’re not human!

Ji Yifei’s competitive spirit was ignited again. Why can Shang Yan continue to do practice problems after math class, but he can’t?!

In Ji Yifei’s dictionary, the three words “I can’t” do not exist!

Ji Yifei struggled to climb up from his desk, rummaging through his desk cubby—which was stuffed with who-knows-what—trying to find his math test paper.

He searched for a long time but couldn’t find it. Ji Yifei became more and more anxious, gradually growing annoyed.

Ji Yifei: “Where is the math test paper…”

Shang Yan looked at the math test paper quietly sitting on Ji Yifei’s desk, then looked at Ji Yifei flipping through his desk cubby.

Shang Yan: “Ji Yifei, your math test paper is on your desk.”

“Shoot… I’m so embarrassed…” Ji Yifei cursed silently in his heart.

He “Oh-ed,” a response, quickly sat up straight, looked at the math test paper on his desk, and completely lost the desire to write.

He just stared blankly at the math test paper, always feeling that this “math test paper” must be very difficult…

What Shang Yan saw: After Ji Yifei sat up straight, he stared blankly at the math test paper, his face full of distress. He probably didn’t know how to write it.

Ji Yifei hadn’t been staring for long when the person next to him gently poked him with a pen.

Ji Yifei: “What.”

Shang Yan looked at the displeased Ji Yifei and said:

“If you don’t know how, I can teach you.”

…

Shang Yan, Shang Yan, what do you mean? Are you discriminating against my intelligence? I’ll show you my real skills right now!

Ji Yifei hates being looked down upon the most in his life. He glanced at Shang Yan, haughtily snorted in his heart, picked up his pen, and just got to work!

Read the question, circle keywords, look at the options, think of the formula, apply the concept! Fluidly, in one go!

Shang Yan watched Ji Yifei, who seemed to have been encouraged by something, pick up his pen and start writing furiously… He didn’t even have to think about it; what he had just said successfully aroused Ji Yifei’s competitive spirit.

Shang Yan, having seemed to achieve some sort of goal, smiled, and continued to look down at his own paper.

As expected, in a few minutes, Shang Yan felt his arm being gently poked by a pen tip. He turned to look at the other end of the pen.

Ji Yifei: “Shang Yan… Do you know this question?”

Shang Yan: So cautious, he feels so cute…

Shang Yan looked at the question, gently pulled the gel pen out of Ji Yifei’s hand, casually picked up a notebook, wrote the relevant formula on it, and handed it to the adorable, yet slightly silly, Ji Yifei.

Ji Yifei looked at the formula, then at the test paper, revealing an expression of sudden realization and enlightenment. He decisively selected “C”.

Ji Yifei knew Shang Yan had been staring at him, and quietly said:

“Th-thank you…”

Shang Yan, perhaps out of a desire to tease Ji Yifei, intentionally leaned his face close to Ji Yifei’s bowed head, propping himself up with his hand, and asked with an “innocent” look: “Thank who?”

Ji Yifei hadn’t expected Shang Yan’s face to be so close, and his face suddenly flushed. He realized that ever since the beginning of the semester, Shang Yan had been continuously flirting with him, making him feel like a fragile Omega. Their relationship hadn’t been sorted out yet, so why was Shang Yan flirting like this!

That surge of energy suddenly came over Ji Yifei. How could he lose?!

Ji Yifei: “I said, thank you, Teacher Shang!”

This time he deliberately lowered his voice and leaned close to Shang Yan’s ear. The effect was indeed good, as Shang Yan’s earlobes were visibly red.

Ji Yifei smugly prepared the things he needed for the next English class, pretending he hadn’t done anything, opening his book and starting to memorize vocabulary.

Shang Yan looked at his action, said nothing, and also opened his book to memorize vocabulary. But in his heart, a vast, turbulent sea of emotions was stirring.

This small interaction between the two of them was unnoticed by the students running wildly outside after class, and also by the students chatting in clusters in the classroom.

That “Teacher Shang” wasn’t heard by anyone else, and the look in Shang Yan’s eyes towards Ji Yifei wasn’t seen by anyone else.

Shang Yan thought silently to himself, then couldn’t help but lift the corner of his mouth. He felt more confident about a certain plan.

(Soccer Field)

As the saying goes, those who can play soccer in the winter are true men.

For the second year of high school physical education class, after basically running one or two laps, they would disband for free activity.

Ji Yifei was wearing a short down jacket, playing soccer on the field with students from Class 2. Unlike other boys, Ji Yifei didn’t like playing basketball, although he was also very good at it. But he preferred the exhilaration of kicking a soccer ball and the feeling of his ears being flushed red by the winter wind as he sprinted to steal the ball on the field, while his mouth constantly exhaled hot air.

Han Dongjun: “Ji Yifei! Quick, quick, kick it over here, quick, quick!”

Ji Yifei: “Coming!”

Today is Wednesday. High School No. 4, worried that students were under too much academic pressure, set aside free activity time for second-year students every Wednesday. Every Wednesday, Ji Yifei, Han Dongjun, and a few others would rush to the soccer field with a ball. This time, they were playing against Class 2.

Alphas, Omegas, and Betas alike enjoyed sitting on the spectator stands by the soccer field. Some cheered continuously for the people playing below, while others watched the handsome Alphas and Ji Yifei’s competition on the field.

The school did not excessively conceal gender matters. Coupled with physical examinations and other activities, it was common knowledge that Ji Yifei was an Omega. It was originally thought this would dethrone Ji Yifei, who held the position of school bully. However, the current trend favored “contrasts.” Female students on the forum intensely commented: “An Omega as a school bully is full of contrast, okay! I’d like to see who dares to practice gender discrimination in this day and age! What’s wrong with us Omegas! We Omegas can still take on eight people at once, alright!” This comment was unanimously approved by many Omegas on the forum. As a result, Ji Yifei not only didn’t lose his school bully title but also shouldered the mission of Omegas not losing to Alphas!

During typical activity periods, Shang Yan would usually be sitting in the classroom spacing out. It wasn’t because he didn’t want to watch his classmates play, nor was he the type who needed to study constantly, but he had a secret that no one knew.

That is—Shang Yan is a magnet for balls, also known as the field terminator.

In junior high, Shang Yan also liked sports and even excitedly signed up for ball sports clubs like a passionate youth. However, classmates and teachers gradually discovered a problem.

As long as Shang Yan approached within five meters of a ball court or a ball training ground, he would absolutely, absolutely be hit.

For example, when he joined the soccer club, practicing the basics was fine at first, but when they started practicing real matches, they noticed he would get hit two or three times every class.

In fact, the first time he was hit, classmates and teachers thought it was normal. It’s soccer, getting hit a few times is normal. Who hasn’t been hit before?

But later, the students gradually realized something was wrong, because throughout half a semester, Shang Yan seemed to get hit every single class, and a few times he was hit so hard his nose bled or his forehead swelled up.

Out of concern for the student’s safety, he had no choice but to leave the soccer field.

But Shang Yan’s passion for ball sports couldn’t be stopped, so he went to the basketball club. Basketball doesn’t usually involve getting hit much, but even Shang Yan himself couldn’t understand why the basketball always flew toward his head.

Being hit by a basketball hurts more than a soccer ball. After being hit for three consecutive classes, before the teacher could say anything, the office received Shang Yan’s application to withdraw from the club.

Shang Yan, who had replaced his glasses seven or eight times, had to resign himself to staying safely in the classroom to do his homework. Even for the most important ball games, he would decline, citing study as the reason.

But later, another drawback emerged: even if Shang Yan just went to watch a game, the ball would still fly towards him.

Finally, to prevent such an excellent student like Shang Yan from being seriously injured by a ball, the school teachers privately started advising Shang Yan not to participate in any ball games. Even when watching, he had to stand in the teaching building, six meters away from the field, and even had to go up to the fifth floor to a place where they were certain the soccer ball couldn’t fly over.

Shang Yan, who had replaced his glasses seven or eight times, had to resign himself to staying safely in the classroom to do his homework. Even for the most important ball games, he would decline, citing study as the reason.

But since starting high school, Shang Yan had always stood on the fifth floor, watching someone play soccer below. He watched the young man jump up and cheer when he kicked the ball into the goal, watched the young man go and cheer for his teammate when they kicked the ball out of bounds, and watched the young man shine on the field.

As for why he was watching and who he was watching, only Shang Yan knew.

The soccer match ended, and Shang Yan returned to the classroom and sat down, creating an impression that he was studying diligently.

Students returned to the classroom one after another. Ji Yifei also entered the classroom, holding his down jacket and exhaling hot air.

Ji Yifei originally only saw Shang Yan as a rival and hadn’t spoken much to him, but perhaps feeling that their relationship was now unusual, he curiously asked:

“Shang Yan, why didn’t you come to watch me play soccer? I’m very good!”

Shang Yan took off his glasses, pinched the bridge of his nose, and replied:

“No interest.”

Ji Yifei looked at his tablemate, who lacked youthful vigor, and just shook his head. Sometimes he had to admit, there was a reason why Shang Yan could be the top student in their grade. Apart from studying, he had seemingly never seen him have any extracurricular activities.

It was such a waste of his good physique… Before he could finish his thought, Ji Yifei suddenly smelled a strong, rich scent of green tea…

Although the reason for his (existing) mark meant he wouldn’t be greatly affected by other Alpha’s pheromones, this scent was too strong. His heat cycle was also somewhat erratic due to the mark. This scent made goosebumps rise all over his body.

He slowly felt his body heat up. He heard the teacher saying something, but he couldn’t hear clearly.

Ji Yifei mumbled: “Inhibitor… right, I need an inhibitor…”

Most Omegas in the class were instructed by the teacher to go to the isolation room. But Ji Yifei was too uncomfortable now. He felt his consciousness fading, his eyes darkening. He felt like he was about to faint.

Subconsciously, he leaned towards Shang Yan. He felt a pair of strong hands steady him. But he didn’t have the strength to open his eyes. His whole body was now soft and sensitive, like a pliable sponge that would sensitively indent with a poke.

Entering this person’s embrace, he could smell a faint scent of mint. This scent was a hundred times better than the thick green tea. He cleared his head a little. He knew the person holding him was Shang Yan, and Shang Yan was running with him in his arms.

After about three minutes, he felt someone bite his nape. The faint scent that was coming and going instantly exploded in the air. The coolness of the mint enveloped him, and his consciousness became clearer.

Shang Yan bit his scent gland.

Ji Yifei instinctively wanted to resist, but he and Shang Yan already had a permanent mark. What difference did a few temporary marks make?

He thought about having two marks with Shang Yan in just a few days, and his heart felt even more blocked.

Damn it, if he found the Alpha who was recklessly releasing pheromones, he was definitely going to use his school bully status to mess with him!

The bite on his nape hurt a little, and Ji Yifei couldn’t help but scratch the back of the person who was on top of him.

Ji Yifei: “Shang Yan… you, stop.”

But Ji Yifei couldn’t resist the 98% matching rate. Deep down, he desperately wanted Shang Yan to bite his scent gland hard.

Shang Yan used his Alpha physical advantage to pin Ji Yifei down, continuously injecting pheromones into Ji Yifei’s scent gland with his mouth. Although his teeth were forceful, he was also gently stroking Ji Yifei’s back, as if comforting him.

Ji Yifei ultimately couldn’t resist his instincts. After being marked, he fell asleep in Shang Yan’s arms. Shang Yan held him and left the restroom, noticing that the green tea scent in the hallway had faded.

Shang Yan knew without thinking—the only green tea scented Alpha in the school, who else could it be but Wu Yiheng?

Shang Yan knew Wu Yiheng used to like Ji Yifei, and he could deduce why Wu Yiheng intentionally released pheromones near Class 1 this time: it was to use his 90% matching pheromones to influence Ji Yifei, making him throw himself into Wu Yiheng’s arms.

Aside from the word “despicable,” Shang Yan couldn’t think of any other word to describe Wu Yiheng.

But unfortunately, Wu Yiheng lost.

He sneered in his heart. A 98% matching rate was not just a small difference from 90%.

He lowered his head to look at Ji Yifei in his arms. He found that the other person was exceptionally obedient when asleep.

The Alpha’s instinct made him want to lower his head and kiss the cheek of the freshly marked Omega. Smelling his own scent all over him, he felt deep satisfaction. But then, thinking about his current relationship with Ji Yifei… he stopped.