Chapter 8 — The Two of Us are Definitely Pure

Midway through doing a good deed, Xiao Yan is suddenly accused of something horrible. The hand that was holding out his uniform stops mid-air.

“Hey, don’t take it back. This counts as something I asked to borrow from you.” Luo Zhiyu reassures, “It’s nothing like that, don’t overthink it.”

“You’re not making me borrow it, I am asking you for it.” Luo Zhiyu adds quickly, “It’s different.”

And yet, the teacher in the classroom taps on the blackboard again: “We must believe, from the bottom of our hearts, that all sexes are equal. We cannot hold any prejudices, so it is the same the other way around. Alpha students, pay attention — if an omega student asks to borrow your uniform, we can also say, with statistical confidence, that this omega student is being a pervert. It is just as serious of an issue.”

“……” Xiao Yan retracts the hand that was holding out his jacket.

Luo Zhiyu: “…..” Shit.

The two stand in silence for a long moment, forced to listen to half a health class.

Not Zhiliao: In this new semester, I learned to wash clothes. [Picture] @dad @mom @older sis @older bro

Comments —

Older bro: Our Luo Zhiyu is awesome. I can’t believe you learned to hand wash clothing the first time you stay at school. I thought you’d throw the whole thing into the washing machine. Hug.jpg

[Not Zhiliao] replying to [Older bro]: So does that mean you can add to my allowance?

Older sis: That detergent…don’t pour so much. I’m getting spooked looking at it.

Older sis: I heard just now that you’re in the same school as that Xiao kid? It’s an ancient grudge now, don’t fight, okay?

[Not Zhiliao] replying to [Older sis]: We didn’t fight, what kind of high school students are still that childish?

Second Year Excellent Student Representative: Nice, wash them well. Smile.jpg

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“Who?” Jing Ximing finishes up a match in his game, finally realizing that something is up. He looks up and asks, “The school-grass? Xiao Yan? Isn’t he an alpha?”

Jing Ximing covers his mouth in surprise: “Wait, you borrowed a uniform jacket from an alpha?”

“You forgot, didn’t you,” Luo Zhiyu says, “Our pheromones have 0% compatibility. From a medical standpoint, we are pure and innocent.”

“It won’t be a problem.” Luo Zhiyu adds, “Last time when I went to get my measurements done, he was the one to do it too. We are just normal strangers to each other.”

“You have a point.” Jing Ximing nods thoughtfully, “But most alphas and omegas have at least 20% compatibility, how come you two have 0%?”

“Dunno.” Luo Zhiyu shakes his head, “The City Hospital people told us to support scientific research, so next week we’re getting checked up again. I think they said maybe one of us has abnormal pheromones?”

“Go take a shower, Luo Zhiyu,” Jing Ximing sincerely suggests, “There’s still some of Xiao Yan’s pheromones on you. Right now, you smell like a bowl of fruit salad.”