Chapter 37.2

In the afternoon, the English and Science scores were also released.

80!!!

Huo-ge actually scored 80 on his English exam!!!!

He also did well in Science! He actually got 101!!

After the first class, a group of people gathered around Jiang Zhihuo’s desk.

“Huo-ge!! You’ve improved so much this time!”

While tidying up his desk, Jiang Zhihuo laughed awkwardly. “Hahaha… really?”

“You’ve been working hard lately.”.

Jiang Zhihuo continued to laugh awkwardly. “Hahahahahaha…”

No way. Do they have such low expectations for him?

A total of 303, not even one subject passed. How can he be this happy?!

Shouldn’t he be happy too? Hahahahaha, I’m so awesome?

Class 1, guided by Ding Jianhui, had a strange sense of pride in certain aspects.

“This time it’s 303, next time it’ll be 403!” The class monitor patted Jiang Zhihuo’s shoulder with great satisfaction. “Huo-ge, you are focusing on your study now!!!”

Jiang Zhihuo: “???”

The class monitor asked again, “So, what’s your study plan next?”

“Next? Ah, right, this afternoon, I’ll be taking the time…”

Having just said ‘time,’ Jiang Zhihuo was about to say ‘off,’ but the surroundings immediately fell silent. The class representatives and the class monitor narrowed their eyes and stared at Jiang Zhihuo.

“Take time off?”

“Just improved your grades and you’re taking time off?”

“Huo-ge, you’re getting a bit carried away, huh?”

“This attitude toward studying isn’t unacceptable!”

They grew closer as they talked. As Jiang Zhihuo backed away, his back pressed against the wall. “No, I have something to do this afternoon.”

Class monitor: “What thing?”

Chinese class representative: “Can a senior high school student have anything more important than studying?”

Mathematics class representative: “No, you’re good.”

Class monitor: “Yes, you need to study.”

Jiang Zhihuo’s gaze was filled with fear. “……”

They’ve gone crazy! This group of people had lost their minds!

When there was no place left to retreat, someone knocked on the window.

Yan Mu, who had a bag on one shoulder and his thumb hooked on the strap, nodded unemotionally at him. “Let’s go.”

In an instant, Jiang Zhihuo jumped up from his seat. He was sitting by the window. He pressed his palm against the window sill. In a light leap, he was already outside.

He wrapped his arm around Yan Mu’s shoulder. “The God of Learning and I need to discuss the study plan for the second half of the semester. Important stuff. I’m leaving now, see you.”

As the class was still stunned, he grabbed Yan Mu, and dashed toward the school gate. Still wearing a cold expression, Yan Mu asked, “Why am I running as well?”.”

Jiang Zhihuo: “If you don’t run, they will start asking who the omega is.”

Yan Mu: “……”

He rubbed his brow.

It was truly bothersome.

That trending post about him later went a bit off track and began sharing photos.

Various angles captured during PE class, flag-raising ceremonies, corridors, classrooms and flag-raising ceremonies.

Despite every angle being completely bizarre, Yan Mu’s looks were heaven-defying.

He still appeared good-looking, even in sneak photos.

By the end of the day, quite a few freshman girls came to watch Class 4.

Luckily, the students of Class 4 have gone through a hundred battles. Aside from being the god of learning, he was also super handsome. Many came to worship and watch. The god of learning was aloof, unlike Jiang Zhihuo, who would shamelessly walk out to show himself to the crowd and then ask, “You want a photo? What pose do you want me to do? How about a peace sign?”

Class 4 was already well-practiced. The moment the bell rang, they would close the door, shut the windows, and draw the curtains. To get back in, those who went to the bathroom had to know the secret password.

Yan Mu: “……”

He had a headache.

They walked to the hospital since it was not far from the school.

It was the same doctor from before. Jiang Zhihuo got an X-ray first, then he drew blood. X-ray images had already been uploaded to the doctor’s computer when he returned to the consultation room.

Throughout the procedure, the doctor enlarged and shrunk the X-ray image, switched to another one, and went through all of them repeatedly. He observed them with such concentration and a serious, solemn expression that Jiang Zhihuo started to wonder if he had an incurable illness. After a long silence, the doctor turned to nod slightly at Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu. “As expected.”

What exactly is ‘as expected’? An incurable disease?!

It was impossible for Jiang Zhihuo not to feel nervous. “What?”

Rather than explaining right away, the doctor asked them a few questions first.

The doctor: “Have you tried the various forms of contact I mentioned to you before?”

Jiang Zhihuo gave a small nod. “Yes.”

The doctor: “What was the effect at first? How is it now? Does it keep getting shorter?”

Jiang Zhihuo: “Yes.”

The doctor: “Your mark, the bite marks on your neck, are they also starting to fade?”

“…Yes.” That answer came from Yan Mu.

The doctor: “That means it’s correct.”

Jiang Zhihuo was completely confused. “Ah?”

Previously, both he and Yan Mu believed that the shortening of the suppression time was due to a mechanism in the body similar to drug resistance, but after hearing what the doctor said, it doesn’t seem to be the case?

In order to ensure both of them could see, the doctor tilted the computer screen slightly to the left. The mouse circled one of the images. The doctor said, “You were originally an Alpha. At the time of your marking, your alpha traits were dominant, and your glands had not fully developed. You’re still in the process of gradually differentiating into an omega.”

“Due to this, your deep marking won’t last for life like other omegas. After you have fully differentiated into an omega, the mark will completely disappear.”

Jiang Zhihuo: “……”

“To put it simply, the bite mark is fading, the suppression time is shortening, and your dependence on alpha pheromones is also decreasing because the bite mark is fading. Now, you can slowly start using some special medication.”

The consultation room fell into an eerie silence. Yan Mu didn’t speak, and even Jiang Zhihuo, the person involved, opened his mouth as if to say something, but the last sentence never came out.

Seeing that no one spoke, the doctor took out two more reports and continued, “These are the test reports from the Capital Hospital. Last time, I had a suspicion that the mark might fade, but the conditions at our hospital couldn’t confirm it fully, so I couldn’t directly tell you. Most of the A-to-O patients are concentrated at Capital Hospital, where the equipment is more advanced and the accuracy is higher. This is the report they provided.”

The report was full of technical data that he couldn’t understand, but it wasn’t a big deal. As long as Jiang Zhihuo could read the last line of text, that was all that mattered.

“The patient’s pheromone level is normal, the differentiation markers are normal, there is no risk for secondary differentiation, the mark concentration is at 99%, and it is recommended to use contact treatment in the early stage. When the mark concentration drops to 50%, special inhibitors should be used.”

Jiang Zhihuo stared at the last line of text, his fingertips tightening more and more.

This news came very suddenly.

Special inhibitors could be used, which meant that his current mark concentration had already dropped to 50%, and there was no longer a need to rely on contact to suppress the estrus.

It was incredibly good news.

No need to live with Yan Mu anymore, and no more worrying about makeup lessons.

He obviously ought to feel happy.

But…

“How could that be…” Jiang Zhihuo muttered instinctively. “A couple of days ago, those regular inhibitors didn’t work, did they?”

The doctor said, “What you need to use is the special inhibitor; the regular ones, of course, don’t work.”

Jiang Zhihuo stared blankly at the doctor, his surroundings falling into silence, a strange quiet where he could only hear his own lonely ‘oh.’

It was not yet dark; the warmth had just begun to dissipate. The evening mist, wrapped in thin fog, enveloped the distant mountains, and the setting sun, like fire, burned all the way to the horizon.

No one spoke.

When Jiang Zhihuo left the school, he was empty-handed, and thus few special inhibitors prescribed were all packed in Yan Mu’s bag.

Before leaving the cosultantation room, the doctor explained to them, “Generally, the effective duration of this special inhibitor is one day, but varies from person to person. Try it when you get home, and there’s a small chance it might not work. If that happens, be sure to contact me immediately, though the possibility is very low. I’ll prescribe a week’s worth for you, which you’ll need to come back next Monday so I can check on your condition.”

Yan Mu didn’t speak either; he was usually quiet, so it wasn’t strange that he didn’t say anything.

Jiang Zhihuo was acting differently than usual. In spite of if their relationship had been tense, he would normally find something to talk about; he was always chatty. This time, however, he remained silent. He kept his head down and walked ahead listlessly. It wasn’t until they were about to reach their place that he hesitated and said, “We won’t be kissing in a bit… I want to try this inhibitor.”

Yan Mu: “… Mhm.”

Jiang Zhihuo turned his gaze toward him.

Yan Mu’s expression was the same as usual.

He really wanted to ask Yan Mu, ‘Don’t you have anything to say?’

But soon, he felt that his thought was a bit abrupt.

Does Yan Mu need to say anything?

Light a fire, set off some fireworks, to celebrate?

If the special inhibitors were effective, the ones who would be freed should be both of them.

Jiang Zhihuo went in first, and Yan Mu stood outside the door for about ten seconds before pressing the door shut again.

Time passed second by second, and amidst the silence, an hour and a half passed. The suppression from the earlier kiss faded.

The intense burning pain from the heat spread throughout his body in an instant, and the rich scent of alcohol gradually seeped out from the back of his neck.

Without thinking, Jiang Zhihuo didn’t even have time to change his shoes; he turned around, stretched out his arms, and threw himself at Yan Mu.

Yan Mu instinctively pulled him into an embrace, his fingers softly slipping into his hair, gently caressing.

As soon as their skin made contact, it was burning hot. They breathed in each other’s pheromones, sharing the same heartbeat. Their fingers trembled slightly, but neither of them noticed, not even themselves.

This kiss was probably a bit different from the ones before; at least, with every kiss prior to this one, there was no need to separate for a moment to adjust their breathing. Their lips parted for only two or three seconds, with no time to even react, before being grasped by the chin, fingers brushing the edge of the lips, and then the kiss continued.

There was no timekeeping; at a moment like this, no one would bother to count, let alone even perceive the passage of time.

No one knew how much time had passed. Perhaps three minutes, perhaps ten. Jiang Zhihuo opened his eyes. He preferred to keep them closed during the kiss, as it helped conceal emotion. But this time, he opened them, and saw that Yan Mu had his eyes open too. They were so close that their gazes locked, reflecting each other.

Jiang Zhihuo froze for a moment, and even his heartbeat seemed to skip a beat.

—But in the next instant, a string that had inexplicably tightened suddenly loosened.

He abruptly realized his loss of calm, shoved Yan Mu away, staggered back with heavy breaths, and bumped his lower back against the shoe cabinet on the far right. It hurt a little.

Jiang Zhihuo ignored the pain, lowered his head, and vigorously wiped at his lips with the back of his hand several times. “Hahaha… sorry, I’m just used to it. I couldn’t adjust right away… don’t, don’t take it to heart…”

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