Chapter 24 — I Don’t Mean It Like That

The sweet fragrance of honey peaches starts to poke at his nerves little by little. Luo Zhiyu himself is a nuisance, but his pheromones are unexpectedly sweet — the pheromones on the school uniform are not too concentrated, yet also not ignorable, as if something has tickled at his heart, softly and barely there, yet unwilling to give more.

Xiao Yan thinks that there is a reason for him to review Mr. Xu’s health class recordings.

“What are you spacing out here for?” Fan Yue passes by the sports field with a cardboard box in his arms, slapping his roommate’s shoulder, “What are you looking at?”

“Nothing.” Luo Zhiyu has walked off into the distance, and Xiao Yan retrieves his gaze. He shakes his head, straightfaced, suddenly realizing that he is a rather sanctimonious person.

Xiao Yan: “…….”

“I went to pick up a delivery just now. You guys did great with the blackboard mural, here, let me help you.” Fan Yue offers to help him with the ladder, “Yan-ge, why do you have a uniform jacket on your head?”

Xiao Yan finally frees up a hand to pull down the school uniform that Luo Zhiyu had thrown on him, bunching it up in his hands. He follows Fan Yue back to the dorms, the two of them each carrying an end of the ladder with Fan Yue’s cardboard box thrown on top.

The two alphas run into Mr. Xu at the entrance to their dorms. Mr. Xu, here to deal with Students’ Association business, recognizes the two members and says hello: “That mini fridge of yours, I left it with the staff ayi

Other answer 3: However you read it, there are definitely no good intentions.

Other answer 4: +DM for HD images and all kinds of short videos *#$#$

Other answer 5: What are you asking for, get in there if you are a true alpha.

Luo Zhiyu: “……”

[Not Zhiliao]: I don’t mean it like that.

[Second-Year Excellent Student Representative]: I also don’t mean it like that. Scared.jpg

[Not Zhiliao]: Are we talking about the same thing?

[Second-Year Excellent Student Representative]: ? I am saying, I am not a pervert. What are you trying to say?

[Not Zhiliao]: Okay, let’s leave this here, pretend I didn’t say anything.

[Second-Year Excellent Student Representative]: …….

The new, coming week is First Metropolitan’s earthquake awareness week; on Monday morning, a group of visiting specialists visit the campus and see at once the traditional, First Metropolitan blackboard mural.

“First Metropolitan has maintained this even after so many years.” The visiting teacher also graduated from First Metropolitan once upon a time, and has deep impressions of the blackboard here.

“This was completed by two very excellent students from our first and second years.” Director Wu proudly taps at the two names on the bottom right corner of the blackboard, “Xiao Yan and Luo Zhiyu — even though they have basically zero compatibility, they still embody teamwork and friendship. They are both members of our Students’ Association, model students. You will be able to see them both later in the earthquake drill demonstration.”

There is an earthquake drill every year; the drill this year is also organized by the teachers. Once the alarm sounds, students leave through the safety routes in an orderly fashion, heading towards the open sports field. Once the evacuation is complete, Students’ Association members are in charge of putting on a rescue demonstration.

As the alpha students’ mutually-agreed face of the school, Xiao Yan takes the role of the demonstration’s MC, explaining the rescue process on the podium. Luo Zhiyu sits right next to him, holding onto a cup of freshly-steeped tea, clicking through the powerpoint slides for him.

Xiao Yan: “Next, we can see how those who are injured will call for help. What we see here…….”

Tang Yuan, acting as a casualty and wrapped in bandages, lies comfortably on the stretcher with his eyes closed. The students responsible for carrying the stretcher lift Tang Yuan in with motivational music in the background.

“Those are the two students I mentioned earlier, they are on pretty good terms now.” Director Wu introduces the fruits of his morality education efforts, “They collaborate often, and have been able to finish tasks successfully basically every time.”

The autumn breeze is not quite cold enough, so Luo Zhiyu tries to blow at the tea in his hands in order to cool it down faster.

A large orange cat charges into the demonstration area. Tang Yuan, the “casualty” on the stretcher, lets out a shriek and rolls off and away from the stretcher.

Before Xiao Yan is able to turn off the mic, Luo Zhiyu, with no tact at all, lets out a laugh.

Xiao Yan covers his mouth out of exasperation, ending up accidentally knocking over the paper cup on the desk; the hot tea startles the two of them as it splashes over.

“It hurts so much, do you not have a conscience?” Luo Zhiyu’s reproachful voice travels across the entire campus.

Author’s note: Just a note that the chat nicknames are different depending on whose point of view it is.