Is It Really That Hard to Be the Big Brother of Two Top-Alpha Twins? - Chapter 6

The boy’s strength was surprisingly great; Chen Luan’s thin shoulder blades slammed against the wall, sending a dull ache through his back.
His collar was clutched tightly in Jiang Ling’s hand, pressing against his throat, making it hard for Chen Luan to breathe.
“I… cough—let go first.” Chen Luan frowned and tried to push Jiang Ling away, but the boy suddenly leaned in on tiptoe.
Warm breath brushed against his sensitive neck; unaccustomed to such close contact, Chen Luan froze, almost reflexively wanting to throw Jiang Ling over his shoulder.
The other, like a large dog, sniffed his neck for a moment before letting go and scoffing, “Good thing you know what’s good for you.”
Chen Luan was baffled.
Why should he—an adult—need these two brats’ permission to date anyone?
The stain on his shirt made him uncomfortable, and after being shoved around, he couldn’t be bothered to figure out what kind of grudge these two kids had against Zhou Pei—or what Jiang Ling was even trying to do.
He stepped aside, intending to return to his room to shower and change, but was stopped again as he passed Jiang Xun.
“Chen Luan.” Fifteen-year-old Jiang Xun, shorter than him, looked up and pointed at his collar. “Are you hurt?”
Chen Luan glanced down. A few drops of dark, congealed bl00d were visible on the inside of his white collar.
“Huh? Oh—yeah, it’s someone else’s.”
Feeling sticky and uncomfortable all over, and even worse at the sight of bl00d, Chen Luan hurried to end the conversation. “Going to sleep. Goodnight—you two get some rest too.” Then he shut the door with a loud bang.
Jiang Ling, being turned away for the first time, stared at the closed door, his eyes practically burning a hole through it. “Wait—what’s with Chen Luan’s attitude?!”
“Never mind him. The results of the knowledge competition were just posted in the academic system. Want to check?”
“No need. I already know I did fine.” Jiang Ling yawned. “Sleepy. Going to bed.”
The two brothers lay down, but their phones suddenly began to buzz nonstop.
Their usually quiet group chat had exploded with a string of frantic messages, tagging everyone.
【Holy crap, something big just happened!! @allmembers @allmembers @allmembers】
【What’s going on? Why the drama in the middle of the night? 】
[Video][Picture][Picture][Picture]
【Yang Qi got his head smashed open! 】
【Who? 】
【Isn’t that Zhou Jing’s disgusting lackey? Damn, hahaha—so satisfying! Who did it? I’ve been wanting to get rid of those idiots for ages. 】
【There’s a video. This guy looks familiar. He’s good—swung that bottle like a pro. Ruthless. 】
【Yeah, he does look familiar… who is it? 】
【…Can I say it? He kind of looks like that guy. 】
【I noticed that too. 】
[@Jiang1 @Jiang2 @Jiang1 @Jiang2 @Jiang1 @Jiang2]
The group kept tagging Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling—but the two had already seen the video.
Under the bright light, the young man grabbed a bottle and smashed it cleanly over another’s head. Then he pinned the man to the table, rendering him motionless. A faint smile played on his beautiful face as he bent down, voice low and dangerous.
His white shirt was soaked with wine and bl00d, yet he didn’t look disheveled at all. Instead, he looked like an elegant, predatory cheetah.
The brothers exchanged stunned looks.
They had never seen Chen Luan like this before. His demeanor was so completely different—it was as if he had become someone else entirely.
In the six years since joining the Jiang family, the only time Chen Luan had ever raised his voice at them was two years ago, shortly after he started hanging around Zhou Jing and his crowd.
Though Jiang Xun and Jiang Ling never liked the quiet, timid older brother who’d joined their family halfway through life, they had still warned him several times that Zhou Jing and his group were no good and that he should stay away.
At first, Chen Luan just shook his head and said they were his only friends.
In the extravagant social circles of the Aurora District’s elite, no one wanted to befriend a commoner beta from the lower city—except Zhou Jing and his gang.
Later, when Zhou Jing and his friends repeatedly made him the butt of their jokes, and even when they got him drunk and sent him home, Chen Luan never got angry. When Jiang Ling finally exploded, calling him a masochist and asking if he was blind not to see how they mocked him, Chen Luan had shouted back for the first time.
He’d been drunk, pale from vomiting, but his eyes were red as he yelled that Zhou Jing and the others truly saw him as a friend—otherwise, they wouldn’t take him along everywhere, wouldn’t care that he was a beta, and certainly wouldn’t let Jiang Ling insult them like that.
Jiang Ling had nearly gone mad with anger.
After that, the two brothers gave up. They decided to let him ruin himself if he wanted, and stopped caring altogether, treating him as if he were invisible.
They never imagined that the timid rabbit would one day bear such sharp fangs.
Yang Qi had been Zhou Jing’s lackey for years—his shadow since childhood. Smashing Yang Qi’s head in front of Zhou Jing was practically a declaration of war.
“He went to the ICU to get his brain fixed or something?” Jiang Ling scratched his head, unable to understand what Chen Luan was thinking.
The “friends” he once defended so desperately—he was now turning against them?
“Don’t forget whose pheromones he brought back today.” Jiang Xun tossed her phone aside and lay back. “And that box he was carrying—it’s a black-and-gold custom gift box from Reuvens Aiden, a luxury brand in Mingcuizhou, also owned by the Zhou family.”
“Damn it.” Jiang Ling’s face twisted in disgust at the memory of Chen Luan’s cloying pheromone scent. “Could he have hooked up with Zhou Pei?”
Zhou Pei was far more useful than Zhou Jing. Zhou Jing was just a spoiled second-generation heir, while Zhou Pei was expected to become the real head of the Zhou Group someday.
Was Chen Luan after the Zhou family’s money?
The Jiang family had strict rules—given Jiang Yongting’s political position, extravagance was forbidden to avoid giving enemies ammunition.
But the Zhou family was different. Everyone in the Federation knew how rich they were. Even a minor branch could post a photo of their mansion and be showered in online flattery.
Still, from what they knew of Zhou Pei, he probably changed lovers faster than luxury brands changed their seasonal collections.
Jiang Ling propped his arm on the headboard, a mocking grin tugging at his lips. “Hey, bro, want to bet? Let’s see how long before Zhou Pei gets tired of Chen Luan.”
He couldn’t wait to see Chen Luan’s dream of marrying into wealth go up in smoke.
“Boring.” Jiang Xun switched off the light and closed his eyes, too lazy to entertain himself.
“If it’s under three months, you’ll grant me one favor! How about it?” Jiang Ling kicked at him from across the bed. “If it’s more than three, I’ll grant you one.”
“Whatever, I’m going to sleep.”
…
A few peaceful days passed between them.
The twins went to school as usual, while Chen Luan stayed at the Jiang residence, taking time to relax and draft a training plan to rebuild his physical strength.
In the blink of an eye, it was time for him to officially start work.
The onboarding process went smoothly. Chen Luan was assigned as an assistant instructor for mecha training—a role well suited to his background, since he had previously served as a mecha instructor at the base.
It was, in fact, the best-paid position a beta could hope for at the Federal Military Academy. This was thanks not only to his excellent theoretical results—which were on par with those of many alphas—but also to the influence of the Jiang family.
After all, even if he was just an adopted son, the academy still had to give the Jiangs plenty of face.
As for the field cleanup and combat assessments in contaminated zones? Forget it—betas rarely participated in those.
With the rapid evolution of mecha technology—from the first-generation models developed during the war against wild beasts to the current fourteenth generation—everything had changed. Since the ninth generation, developed twenty years ago, A-class and higher mechs required pheromone power to operate and guide energy systems.
Betas, lacking pheromones due to genetic limitations, could only pilot B-class mechs for logistics support alongside alphas and rarely entered contaminated areas.
Chen Luan’s role as a teaching assistant was mainly to guide students through theoretical coursework and occasionally pilot a B-class mech during beginner training sessions.
His partner, the head instructor, was a female alpha named Huo Lin. With years of experience clearing beast-contaminated zones, she had once served in the Pioneer Fleet. After sustaining serious injuries during a high-risk mission, she had retired and taken up teaching at the academy.
However, Chen Luan’s first class wasn’t with regular military students—it was with a mecha experience group for teenagers.
These students came from various prestigious academies, all from wealthy or noble families.
Chen Luan didn’t particularly care who he was teaching.
When he’d been an instructor at the base, he’d seen every kind of troublemaker—and every single one of them had eventually fallen in line.
Huo Lin, however, clearly looked down on this batch of privileged youths.
As an alpha who had clawed her way up from a beta family in the lower city, she despised the arrogance of the upper-class second generation.
When the bus pulled up at the academy gates, Chen Luan, Huo Lin, and several assistants had already been waiting.
A group of teenagers in neatly pressed uniforms filed out, chatting noisily, full of youthful energy—
—except for the Jiang brothers.
The moment they stepped off the bus, the twins spotted Chen Luan standing beside a tall female alpha in a black training uniform.
Chen Luan, in turn, immediately noticed Jiang Ling—who froze mid-smile—and Jiang Xun, whose expression remained unreadable.
“What a coincidence,” Chen Luan said with a bright grin, raising a gloved hand to wave casually at the two brothers.
It had to be said—Chen Luan’s face was strikingly handsome.
He used to always lower his head, which dulled his natural sharpness.
But now, standing in the dazzling sunlight, clad in a fitted black training uniform, his figure was revealed in full—broad shoulders, a narrow waist, and long legs. Though slightly lean, his upright posture carried a quiet, restrained power, like a sword poised to be unsheathed.
Around him, several students couldn’t help whispering in admiration.
“Is that one of the academy instructors? He’s so handsome.”
“Do you think he’ll teach our trial class? Will there be any hands-on training? I kind of hope so.”
“Can’t sense any pheromones… is he a beta?”
“Beta? Tsk, what a waste.”
Amid the murmurs of the crowd, Huo Lin gave a light cough—and a surge of blazing pheromones instantly swept through the area, silencing everyone.
Standing with her hands behind her back, her fiery red curls rippling in the wind, she spoke with calm authority:
“Hello, everyone. I am Huo Lin, your instructor for this mecha experience class. You may call me Instructor Huo.”
Her wheat-colored skin, sharp eyes, and cool, steady voice—paired with the sheer force of her pheromones—gave her a presence so commanding that even these privileged youths instinctively straightened up and greeted in unison:
“Hello, Instructor Huo!”
“And I’m your teaching assistant, Chen Luan.”
Chen Luan’s smile was light and easy, like a cool breeze carrying the scent of grass cutting through the summer heat—instantly easing the tension Huo Lin’s aura had created.
“Hello, Teacher Chen!”