The Crybaby Alpha is Actually Really Cool - Chapter 5

Qin Tao subconsciously took half a step back due to fear, then, angry at his own timidity, furiously took a large step forward. What was there to fear about a Support and a Healer?

“I advise you to be sensible, or the sword has no eyes. Don’t blame me if you get bruised or injured.”

While speaking, Qin Tao summoned his spirit artifact: a three-foot-long sword. The blade was a bright purple, and the hilt was gaudy, matching Qin Tao’s style.

He flourished the sword, looking quite clumsy, as he had only summoned the artifact a few days ago.

Cheng Shu only felt out of place with these youngsters. Qin Tao didn’t even have a foundation, so where did he get the confidence to show off?

Just as he was pondering how to help the young man establish a correct self-perception, Wen Yuchen impatiently grabbed the blade of Qin Tao’s sword. With a swift tug, Qin Tao stumbled and fell forward.

Wen Yuchen punched Qin Tao in the stomach, and with a “CLANG”, the long sword fell to the ground.

Qin Tao instinctively curled up in pain. Wen Yuchen then elbowed him in the shoulder, sending Qin Tao sprawling onto the ground.

Wen Yuchen’s movements were very fast. In just a few seconds, Qin Tao, who had been swaggering moments ago, was curled up like a shrimp, vomiting stomach contents, with a hint of fresh bl00d visible upon closer inspection.

Ruan Qingyao blinked his eyes, held his breath, and clapped for Wen Yuchen: “You are so amazing!”

Wen Yuchen looked at Ruan Qingyao’s eyes, which were clear, sincere, and full of genuine admiration. This made Wen Yuchen feel a little embarrassed, and he averted his gaze: “It’s nothing, he’s too trash.”

Qin Tao’s pride did not allow him to surrender. After attempting to climb up and falling down again in pain, Qin Tao spoke a harsh word: “I’m going to report you to the instructor!”

“Hurry, someone come! Wen Yuchen is beating people up! I’m going to be beaten to death!”

Ahem, he can’t surrender but he can call for help. A superior person must know how to utilize talent!

Qin Tao held up his arrogant chin!

Wen Yuchen’s good mood was completely ruined. He twitched his mouth: “You know I’m a Healer, right?”

Coincidentally, the healing power he had been forced to accumulate by his family was still present. A ball of light appeared in his hand and hovered over Qin Tao’s body. Qin Tao immediately felt no pain at all.

Qin Tao thought he was afraid, scrambled up, put his hands on his hips, and let out a syllable of a grin, only to be punched back down by Wen Yuchen.

Injured, healed, and then beaten again—this cycle repeated several times until Cheng Shu stopped him, seeing that Qin Tao had already realized his mistake (his eyes were unfocused).

Wen Yuchen looked at Ruan Qingyao.

Ruan Qingyao instantly snapped back to attention: “Thank you for your hard work, Yuchen. You truly are amazing! You’re the only person I’ve seen who can both attack and heal. I don’t know if there will be others in the future, but in the Empire’s thousands of years of history, there’s no one more capable in both aspects than you. Are you tired? Let’s go back; don’t wear yourself out.”

Wen Yuchen replied with an “Mhm,” “Not tired.”

On the contrary, he felt mentally and physically comfortable from the direct praise, as he had been in a state of discomfort and annoyance ever since he summoned a healing-type spirit artifact.

The three walked toward the dormitory. People who had poked their heads out of the dorms on both sides of the corridor to watch the show because of Qin Tao’s scream quickly drew back, afraid that an accidental slip would provoke Wen Yuchen into a beating.

Over the short distance, Ruan Qingyao thoughtfully designated Wen Yuchen as his second potential development target. A beautiful, delicate flower like himself couldn’t be without a flower guardian. Wen Yuchen’s protectiveness just now made Ruan Qingyao feel like this person was manageable.

Although he was a bit violent, his fists weren’t directed at himself; he only hit those who deserved it.

Wen Yuchen should be younger than him, so he could only be a little brother. In Ruan Qingyao’s view, family trumps gender. Even if someone is an Alpha, as long as they are family, they will be gentle and kind (specifically, very good to him).

Ruan Qingyao was precisely this realistic. Before, he thought the person was volatile and hard to get along with and needed to be avoided. But after this display of a little “goodwill,” he was already thinking about capitalizing on it.

Cheng Shu glanced at Ruan Qingyao from time to time, feeling that he was somewhat different from what Ruan Sheng had described. The delicate crybaby part matched, but the soft-hearted, kind, blank slate seemed incorrect. However, he felt that this Ruan Qingyao was better than the one Ruan Sheng described who would cry in sympathy when he saw an ant nest washed away by rain.

At the same time, Ruan Qingyao didn’t forget the complaints of Qin Tao’s little brothers. Regardless, he had to show his attitude.

Since he hadn’t had much interaction with Alphas, Ruan Qingyao asked his roommates for advice: “Because I was late, I caused trouble for everyone. I’d like to express my apology. What do you think I should give them? I have small cakes, biscuits, candies, drinks, and fresh flowers here.”

While speaking, he took out the items and distributed them to his roommates first.

Wen Yuchen said while munching on a small cake: “You didn’t do anything wrong, why send anything?”

Xiong Yan and You Xiaoxi shared the same opinion. You Xiaoxi said, “It would be a waste to send such good things to them.”

Xu Lingguang was reserved and didn’t take a small cake when it was first offered. He wouldn’t be like these bumpkins and country folk, acting like they hadn’t seen cake in eight hundred years.

Estimating that he had been reserved long enough, he was about to reach out when he saw Wen Yuchen snatch his small cake and shove it into his mouth. Noticing Xu Lingguang’s gaze, he even said, “Heh, you weren’t eating it.”

Ruan Qingyao was waiting for Cheng Shu’s suggestion when he heard Xu Lingguang yell “Ah—” and start wrestling with Wen Yuchen, seemingly shouting “Give me back my small cake!”

Ruan Qingyao swallowed, touched his chest—his heart rate had suddenly accelerated. When would he ever get used to this sudden fighting?

Wuwuwu, I want to go home.

After a few seconds of sadness, Ruan Qingyao pulled more cakes out of his little box: cream chiffon cake, tiramisu, Basque cheesecake… all kinds, a veritable cake feast.

He tapped the cute bunny ceramic plate with a silver fork: “Chengcheng, Xiongxiong, Xiaoxi, these cakes are all very delicious.”

Wen Yuchen and Xu Lingguang both stopped fighting and returned to their original spots in the next second.

Wen Yuchen said: “He doesn’t eat it.”

Xu Lingguang roared: “Qingyao gave it to me! Why did you steal it?”

Wen Yuchen: “You were the one who didn’t eat it first!”

Xu Lingguang: “Can’t I take it later?”

Wen Yuchen: “No!”

Xu Lingguang: “Aaaaah, I’m going to kill you!”

…

Ruan Qingyao rubbed his ears and whispered softly: “I brought the most box cakes. Let’s send those. Could you guys go with me to deliver them?”

He didn’t dare go alone. In his own dorm it was fine, but going to someone else’s dorm—if they had any ill will, wouldn’t he be walking into the tiger’s mouth?

Xiong Yan and You Xiaoxi also found the fighting too noisy. “Okay.”

Cheng Shu was the first to stand up: “Let’s go.”

It was his fault for being too old; Xu Lingguang and Wen Yuchen were just too energetic to handle.

With Xiong Yan and You Xiaoxi following, those who were dissatisfied with Ruan Qingyao didn’t dare do anything. Some people didn’t take the cakes, others accepted them blandly, but some even accepted them warmly, saying they didn’t mind or care. Once they closed the door, they would complain: “He looks like an O, and his behavior is like an O. What big Alpha would eat such soft, sweet stuff? It’s hilarious.”

Comments like this were clearly overheard by the four.

Ruan Qingyao pursed his lips, his eyes welling up with tears. He looked piteous yet strong, which tugged at their heartstrings.

Cheng Shu comforted him: “To each their own taste, like radishes and greens. Look, didn’t Wen Yuchen and Xu Lingguang fight over cake?”

Ruan Qingyao said mournfully: “They fight over anything,” as if the two had some deep-seated hatred.

Xiong Yan and You Xiaoxi wanted to comfort him but didn’t know what to say. After opening and closing their mouths for a long time, they finally said: “We like it.”

Ruan Qingyao burst into a tearful smile: “You guys are so nice.”

Cheng Shu asked: “Do we continue? Maybe there are still people like that.”

“Continue,” Ruan Qingyao elegantly dabbed the tear drop at the corner of his eye with his fingertip, a mournful look at a forty-five-degree angle: “Maybe someone will like it. Anyway, it’s expressing my apology and making myself feel better.”

Xiong Yan and You Xiaoxi’s favorable impression of Ruan Qingyao increased even more. He was hurt but still concerned about others. And he was not pretentious at all, very sincere and direct, unlike some people who apologize after making a mistake as if they are acting on behalf of justice.

Cheng Shu also nodded inwardly. In just over half a day, Ruan Qingyao’s image had become three-dimensional in his mind: a little timid, loves to cry, and delicate, but also sincere, friendly, not a saint, not pretentious, very capable with his hands, and with decent social skills. All five members of the dorm had a good impression of him.

After walking through the entire dormitory building, Ruan Qingyao’s box cakes were completely depleted, along with some biscuits, which left Cheng Shu and the other two incredibly shocked by the storage capacity of his little box.

Spirit artifacts can be upgraded, divided into Level 1 to Level 9 based on the magnitude of the highest Spiritual Energy, with Level 1 being the lowest and Level 9 the highest. As the level increases, the artifact’s ability naturally strengthens.

They had just differentiated and summoned their artifacts not long ago, so their artifacts were generally at Level 1, which meant they didn’t have much functionality.

The amount of stuff Ruan Qingyao had shown earlier was already stunning. They estimated the space to be around fifty cubic meters, which could be packed full if squeezed.

Now, it was even more shocking, especially when Ruan Qingyao said he had brought a lot more stuff.

Xiong Yan couldn’t help but ask Ruan Qingyao: “How big is the space inside your treasure box?”

Ruan Qingyao shook his head: “I haven’t measured it exactly, but it’s at least half the size of a shopping mall. Before I came, I emptied half a shopping mall.”

Three sounds of swallowing saliva echoed in the silent environment. Even Cheng Shu, who had lived for ten more years, was shocked. No wonder Mo Buyu was so determined not to let him go. This was only Level 1. If it reached Level 9, couldn’t all the combat resources be transported by him alone?

Mo Buyu: Thanks for asking, but I don’t know. I just coveted his S-rank pheromones.

If Mo Buyu had known about the little box’s storage capacity last year, he would have dragged Ruan Qingyao to the military headquarters even if he was lying in the ICU.

When the four returned to the dorm, the table that Ruan Qingyao had temporarily taken out to display the cakes was a mess, with only various packaging boxes, dirty plates, and forks remaining. Wen Yuchen and Xu Lingguang were both lying sprawled on their respective beds, burping.

They seemed to still be competing to see who could burp the loudest.

Even children don’t engage in such boring comparisons, do they?

Ruan Qingyao silently walked to the small table to clean up the trash, feeling a little wronged.

He shared the cake with everyone; should he still be the one cleaning up the mess? Cheng Shu and the other two couldn’t accept this and rushed to help. Wen Yuchen, seeing this, also went over to tidy up.

He said to Ruan Qingyao: “Don’t move. I’ll clean up.”

You Xiaoxi “Hmphed” and said, “Why didn’t you do that earlier?”

As he spoke, he took the plate from Ruan Qingyao’s hand and put it into Wen Yuchen’s hand. Wen Yuchen glared fiercely at him but didn’t curse or physically retaliate. Instead, he said to Ruan Qingyao: “Go rest.”

Ruan Qingyao hesitated: “Th-then thank you for your hard work, Yuchen.”

Xiong Yan said: “Hurry up and take a break. You’ve been walking for so long. Your delicate hands aren’t suited for labor.”

That was very true. Ruan Qingyao wholeheartedly agreed internally. In his nineteen years of life, he had only done chores in home economics class. Just now, he was only pretending to prompt guilt in Wen Yuchen and Xu Lingguang.

Fortunately, Wen Yuchen was very cooperative. Ruan Qingyao felt that this person was perfect to be his little brother—the kind of little brother who spoils his older brother!