07

 Perhaps because there were two more people in the room, Song Yu wasn't so scared anymore. After a while, Si Ling turned off the light, and everything around quieted down.

Song Yu was exhausted from being frightened and crying, and could barely keep his eyes open once his head hit the pillow.

The sound of soft, even breathing gradually filled the room.

The two men lying on the floor beside the bed were stiff and their limbs ached, but they dared not move, afraid of waking the sleeping young man.

The night passed peacefully.

The next day, 009 appeared when Song Yu was having breakfast.

[Host, I was suddenly blocked before you entered the bedroom last night.]

Song Yu slowly sipped his milk, somewhat surprised: [Are there things in this world that can block you?]

009 really wanted to tell its host that these powerful fragments that could block it belonged to the same category as the fragments from the previous world. But it was estimated that these words would be blocked if spoken.

[Yes.]

Song Yu pouted and said aggrievedly: [I think I've encountered a pervert again.] 009

: [Perhaps you will encounter this more than once in the future.]

Song Yu: "..."

[You have a constitution that easily attracts perverts.]

Song Yu was dumbfounded: "...Wh-what?"

There's such a thing?

[I detected it on the first day we were bound together.]

"..."

Song Yu vaguely remembered. He pretended not to hear and ate his breakfast with his head down.

The young man's obedient appearance made Chu Zhouyan, who was sitting opposite him, and Si Ling, who was standing to the side, unable to help but glance at him.

After the meal, Song Yu asked 009 for information about spiritual entities.

Previously, these settings were complicated, and he thought they were unimportant, so he was too lazy to look at them. Now that it concerned his personal safety, he had to take it seriously.

Song Yu sat on the sofa and slowly read through the information. After reading it, he found that there was only one solution—

he needed to find someone who was also an S-rank to help him.

In the information 009 gave him, besides the protagonist, there were only two other people who were S-rank: the protagonist, Fu Yuan, and the second protagonist, Bian Han.

Bian Han is a PhD specializing in the study of spiritual entities, and he played a crucial role in helping the protagonist recover his body and be reborn later on. During this time, he developed feelings for the protagonist, and because of his superior qualities, he created many obstacles for the protagonist's pursuit of his love interest.

However, the protagonist didn't interact much with him, probably because he didn't take the Alpha with low spiritual power and who had been divorced and kicked out of his home seriously.

Since Bian Han's approach was not feasible, he could only look for the other one.

Just then, a new plot point was reached—Song Yu went to the training ground to find Fu Yuan about his friend's situation, but Fu Yuan's subordinates, knowing that this inferior Alpha had been pestering the general, used their spiritual entities to scare him away.

009: [Your mission is to meet Fu Yuan and inquire about your friend's work. Nothing else is within the scope of the mission. The reward for completing the mission is 1500 points.]

This plot point is the turning point in Fu Yuan's feelings for the protagonist.

Unauthorized personnel are not allowed to enter the academy's training ground, and Song Yu only managed to enter using Chu Zeyan's access card. When he approached Fu Yuan, the latter saw the photo on the access card and finally awoke from his numbness and grief, seeking an opportunity to help the protagonist be reborn.

Of course, the access card was also taken back, and Song Yu no longer had the chance to see Fu Yuan on his own initiative.

So this was the last chance—although the two weren't very familiar with each other, it would be a bit abrupt to ask the other to go to the bedroom. But the bedroom was the protagonist's bedroom, so it should be fine.

Without further ado, after thinking it over, Song Yu immediately asked Si Ling to accompany him to the bedroom to get the access card.

The bedroom temperature was normal, and there was no eerie wind bothering him, so Song Yu felt relieved and tried hard to remember where he had put the access card.

Had he seen this thing before?

009 reminded him: [Host, you put it in the box and casually placed it under the table.]

Song Yu then remembered: [Oh.]

How could he forget so quickly… Fortunately, 009 didn't think he was stupid.

Song Yu squatted down, just as he retrieved the box, when he felt Si Ling approaching him. Si Ling squatted down as well: "What do you need? Let me find it for you."

The area around the table was already crowded, and Song Yu only needed an access card; he didn't need to ask anyone else for help.

He waved his hand: "No, I'll find it myself."

Si Ling stood up and obediently took a few steps back.

As the young man squatted down, the corner of his shirt was lifted by a piece of cardboard next to him, revealing a small patch of fair and supple waist. Looking up, the back of his neck was still snow-white and smooth.

In recent years, with the rise of S-class Omegas, some beautiful and delicate Alphas have gradually become the recipients of these powerful beings.

Alphas cannot be marked because their glands atrophy, not because they don't have glands. If the glands are marked again and again, and filled with pheromones every moment, they will recover.

The same goes for the reproductive cavity.

"It's here..." The young man rummaged through drawers and cabinets, and immediately stood up after finding it. Low blood sugar made him a little unsteady.

Si Ling immediately stepped forward to support him.

The soft, delicate touch transmitted through the fabric, and the man's fingers curled slightly, a sudden surge of aggression that a Beta shouldn't possess.

No, it wasn't about gender; he simply wanted to possess this person.

"Thanks—" Song Yu subconsciously began, then immediately shut up at the warning, before snapping, "Go pack your things."

Si Ling nodded, released the young man, and squatted down to clean up the mess. Out of the corner of her eye,

she glanced at Song Yu.

Song Yu was stroking the head of the teddy bear on the table.

His fingers were long and slender, his knuckles delicate, his nails neatly manicured, and his fingertips glistening with pink.

Si Ling couldn't imagine how comfortable the bear felt being stroked.

What he couldn't imagine, his boss was experiencing right now.

Chu Zeyan, who died in a flood on his second day of marriage, had never been intimate with his lover. He didn't know that being stroked on the head by Song Yu's hand could be such a blissful experience.

What if it were something else?

Something more… intimate.

At that moment, Chu Zeyan's survival instinct reached its peak. When

Song

Yu came downstairs, he had changed into a white shirt, the sleeves carefully rolled up.

He was clearly going to meet someone important.

"Brother, are you going out?"

Chu Zhouyan's tone was casual, but his eagerness to greet him betrayed his thoughts.

"Um..."

Song Yu had barely finished answering when 009 spoke again.

[You have triggered a side quest: Humiliate Chu Zhouyan.]

Song Yu: "?"

" This is too exploitative..."

He was about to refuse when 009 added, "[Completing the side quest will earn you 1000 points.]

It's not actually that difficult.

" Song Yu bit his lower lip, thought for a moment, and then beckoned to Chu Zhouyan, "Come here."

Chu Zhouyan was still wondering who the man Song Yu was dressed so beautifully to meet was when Song Yu beckoned him over. Almost instinctively, he moved closer to the young man.

"Lower your head."

The tall, long-legged boy slowly lowered his head in front of Song Yu.

Then, he felt soft, slender fingers stroking his head along his hair, little by little, like an electric shock that made his entire spine tremble.

Feeling Chu Zhouyan's stiffness, Song Yu was very satisfied.

Being petted on the head like a large dog must be infuriating.

Sure enough, he was so angry that his ears turned red!

009: ...

After a moment of silence, it spoke: "[Congratulations to the host for completing the mission, reward 1000 points.]"

Damn it.

Now the host will definitely think that his way of insulting people is correct.

I wonder if these fragments of the main god will fight over who gets their heads patted by the host.

"Alright, I'm going out now. You stay home and study hard."

Song Yu stopped, and Si Ling, who was almost crestfallen, immediately suppressed her jealousy and said as usual, "Do you need me to take you there?"

Song Yu shook his head: "The driver can take me."

After the young man left, the atmosphere in the villa became a little strange. One person sat on the sofa, looking like they were savoring something; another was working on a tablet with their head down, but the atmosphere was inexplicably more oppressive than usual.

And there was another person, half-dead in their doll, watching helplessly as their wife used their access card to go to see other men outside.

*

All the way there, Song Yu was thinking about how to persuade Fu Yuan to come to the villa before Fu Yuan kicked him out.

But it seemed that no matter what he said or did, there would only be one outcome.

Fu Yuan didn't like spoiled people to begin with, and he had already offended the other person with his fawning attitude... and Fu Yuan also knew that he went to bars every day.

Not helping was the right thing to do.

Sullenly, Song Yu leaned against the window, unable to come up with any good ideas even after getting off the bus.

The training ground was on the west side of the academy, a spacious area under semi-closed management. Fortunately, some kind classmates had helped him find his way, otherwise he might not have been able to find it before sunset.

Upon arriving, there were more than a dozen robot guards at the entrance. Song Yu swiped his access card and followed 009's instructions to Fu Yuan's team.

Even from a dozen meters away, he could hear various metallic clanging sounds and cries of pain.

Song Yu was a little nervous, pursing his lips as he searched for Fu Yuan among the crowd.

Actually, it was quite easy to find him; after all, he was the protagonist, possessing superior looks and a powerful aura. Song Yu quickly locked onto his target, but seeing that Fu Yuan was still training with others, he had no choice but to sit on a bench in the corner and wait for him to finish.

Soon, the new recruits resting in the field spotted Song Yu.

"Who's that guy looking for? Damn! Who's got such good luck?"

Hearing this, everyone turned to look at Song Yu, the young man who stood out so much from his surroundings instantly drawing all eyes.

"Is that an Omega? Holy crap? New here? Or someone's wife?"

"You can tell he's obviously looking for someone."

"No way, I can smell his pheromones from this far away."

"Idiot, who would release pheromones among a bunch of Alphas?"

"Then why does he smell so good?"

"What do you know? Pretty young guys like that always wear perfume..."

Having been told to wear perfume countless times, Song Yu was too lazy to even sneak a sniff this time. He forced himself to pretend he didn't notice everyone's gaze on him and continued waiting for Fu Yuan.

However, the next moment, his eyes met Fu Yuan's.

The man was wearing a black training suit, his chest heaving, sweat dripping down his forehead, making his hair and eyes appear even darker. His sharp, battle-ready gaze remained fixed.

Song Yu's shoulders trembled slightly. After a few seconds of hesitation, he gave the other man a shy smile.

Fu Yuan's grip tightened, and his soldier cried out "Ouch!" and fell to the ground.

"Commander, you should have held back!"

"Was he trying to show off because of the beauty?"

"Did you see our commander even glance at anyone? And that one outside looks like she's going to be his wife. Isn't that the type our commander hates the most?"

Although Fu Yuan was a general, he treated his subordinates as usual, without any airs of authority. He chuckled and scolded, "Go train."

The men responded, and were about to ask Fu Yuan what to do about the beautiful Omega waiting outside when they saw their general walk up to her and bow slightly: "Looking for me?"

The men: "???"

Then, they saw the beautiful Omega nod.

The men: "!!!"

Oh no!

Just as they were lamenting the loss of this beauty, they heard Fu Yuan's slightly deep voice: "Come to my office."

Has the sun risen in the west?

There have always been Omegas in the academy trying to curry favor with Fu Yuan, but every time they approached him, they were all coldly turned away, even warned. It's fair to say their general has absolutely no mercy for beautiful women.

However… if it were this young man in front of them, they could understand. A

strikingly handsome face, yet his expression was both obedient and dull—compared to him, what were those Omegas who had approached him before?

Everyone stopped training and huddled together discussing whether their leader was about to have good news. A voice came from behind: "What are you all doing instead of training?"

Turning around, it was Vice General Zhao Ran.

"Brother Zhao, look! We're getting a sister-in-law!"

"Sister-in-law?" Zhao Ran didn't react immediately, then suddenly laughed. "You guys are introducing me to someone? What kind? Do you have a picture?"

"Not you, it's General Fu."

"Brother Fu?"

"Look, look! They're going to the office together? Won't something happen?"

"Your thoughts are so dirty!"

"Our General has been celibate for so long, think about it..."

Amidst

the chattering gossip, Zhao Ran glanced at the slender, tall figure ahead.

He looked familiar.

Wasn't he... the one who married Chu Zeyan?

Zhao Ran was shocked—over thirty years without a girlfriend, and now he's helping his deceased brother take care of his partner

?

Unaware that rumors were circulating about him stealing his brother's girlfriend—and even if he knew, he might not care—Fu Yuan was currently glancing at Song Yu out of the corner of his eye.

The office door was open, and he could sense the tension in the person opposite him. His lips

were tightly pressed together, his eyes wide.

He sat obediently in the chair opposite him, legs together.

His slightly dazed demeanor added a touch of innocence to his bright face.

Fu Yuan's mind was usually only on battle and training, and he thought everyone looked the same, but he didn't know when it started, but he had memorized Song Yu's face.

"What do you want?" Recalling his previous arrogance, Fu Yuan's tone was noticeably gentler this time. He washed the sweat from his face, hesitated for a moment, then got up, put on his coat, and tidied his hair.

This rough man, usually so casual with his subordinates, couldn't help but pay attention to his image in front of Song Yu.

"Hmm..." Song Yu's slightly bitten lower lip finally loosened. He opened his mouth, then closed it again, unconsciously licking the corner of his mouth due to nervousness.

Her full lips instantly became glistening.

Fu Yuan couldn't look away, his breathing becoming heavy.

Song Yu didn't notice the deepening look in Fu Yuan's eyes, still debating whether to invite him to his house first or talk about the mission. Since inviting him directly would be too strange, he chose the mission first; at least he'd get points even if he was kicked out, so it wouldn't be a wasted trip.

"About my friend last time..." Song Yu's voice was soft, even his expression cautious, "Is that okay?"

The mission completion notification sounded in his mind, but the imagined scene of being kicked out didn't happen.

Fu Yuan handed him a folder, opened it, and placed it in front of Song Yu: "This is the criminal record of your friends. If the person you introduce is genuinely interested in working, I will definitely help you."

Song Yu flipped through it. He knew that this was how he was set up in this world, with many friends of questionable character. But when he saw someone even robbing children and the elderly, he couldn't hold back.

Song Yu angrily said: [What scum.]

009 echoed: [Yeah.] He

closed the file and glanced up at Fu Yuan. The man remained silent, seemingly not intending for him to leave immediately.

Song Yu's eyes lit up, and he mustered his courage: "I understand... Um, Mr. Fu, are you free lately?"

Despite knowing the YMCA wouldn't give up, Fu Yuan still couldn't help but feel a tremor in his heart when he actually heard the invitation.

Seeing the man's expression stiffen, Song Yu immediately stood up and leaned closer to explain: "It's not about my friend's work... Didn't you say you wanted to come to my house for tea last time?"

He took out his personal terminal and opened a photo he had taken when he felt quite comfortable last time: "This is the tea I made, it's very delicious!"

As he finished speaking, he carefully observed Fu Yuan's expression.

The man felt a chill run down his spine under his gaze, even his breathing became heavy, and his face stiffened.

Sensing that the other party wasn't very interested, Song Yu tilted his head: "Don't you like tea?"

Fu Yuan lowered his voice: "...It's okay."

He didn't seem to like it very much.

Song Yu decided to use his ultimate move. He changed the photo to a strawberry cake: "Then do you like this? I made it."

Fu Yuan paused.

The rumor that he liked strawberry cake was false; he didn't actually like sweets. Song Yu guessed he'd heard it somewhere, but unfortunately, the information wasn't accurate.

However, there was no denying the young man was very attentive to him.

Fu Yuan turned to the side, about to say something, when his gaze fell on Song Yu's collar.

Song Yu was hunched over when he leaned closer; it was hot, and three buttons on his collar were undone, loosely draped down his collarbone.

But they were all blocked at the crucial point.

Fu Yuan took a deep breath.

Seeing his frozen expression, Song Yu thought his hopes were dashed, so he lowered his eyelids and withdrew his personal terminal, saying with some disappointment, "Okay then..."

"I'll go,"

Fu Yuan suddenly said.

Song Yu stared at him blankly, then exclaimed with delight, "You're going?"

Fu Yuan hummed in agreement: "When?"

Of course, the sooner the better.

"Are you free today?"

"Yes," Fu Yuan replied without hesitation, "but I need to shower and change first."

He couldn't very well go home with Song Yu covered in sweat.

"I'll wait for you!" Song Yu's brows relaxed, and his tone became cheerful.

This made Fu Yuan feel happy as well. He raised the corners of his lips and quickly went to the training area's bathroom.

The new recruits started a new round of discussion—

"Holy crap? Going to take a shower?"

"But it only took about ten minutes... and he's done already?"

"Looks like even S-level mental strength isn't enough."

...

After tidying up, Fu Yuan asked someone to prepare a car.

The two sat in the back seat of the car. Song Yu leaned against the window, frowning as he thought about how to trick him into going to the room to help him "catch the ghost."

"Want a drink?" In the cramped space, the man's voice seemed to be right next to his ear, sounding even deeper and more magnetic.

Song Yu hadn't noticed it because he was nervous, but now that he was asked, he realized his mouth was dry, and he nodded.

Fu Yuan had a small refrigerator in his car. He opened the door: "What do you want to drink?"

Song Yu glanced at it: "The grape flavor."

Fu Yuan took out a cup from the side, poured a glass, added some ice, and handed it to him.

"Thank you..."

Song Yu took it and took a sip.

He hadn't expected the ice cubes to be so small, and without noticing, he put two in his mouth. They

were cold—

Song Yu was too embarrassed to spit them out, and couldn't swallow them, so he could only slowly melt them with the warmth of his mouth. After they melted, his tongue felt numb, so he slightly opened his mouth and stuck out the tip of his tongue to let some of the cold air escape.

Then, the next second, Fu Yuan suddenly asked, "Has Chu Zeyan kissed you?"

Perhaps too surprised, Song Yu forgot to retract that small piece of tongue, and turned to stare blankly at the man.

"Kissed him?"

The question was too abrupt, and Song Yu reacted slowly for a few seconds, subconsciously answering, "No, no..."

After saying that, a wave of heat belatedly surged to his cheeks, burning them .

Song Yu pursed his lips, his expression somewhat annoyed.

He didn't know why Fu Yuan was asking him this; perhaps he was jealous of the protagonist, perhaps he was simply curious, but he had the right not to answer.

The car fell silent again.

Just when Song Yu thought Fu Yuan wouldn't speak again, a soft laugh reached his ears.

“That’s true.”

Fu Yuan’s tone was unusually light. He stared at the young man’s lips, which were red from the cold, and said something that shouldn’t be said between people who have only met a few times: “After all, even the tongue can’t stand being frozen.”

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