Part 2
Qin Yao closed the door and stood there for a while, suddenly chuckling. He buried his face and laughed for a long time, then went back to lie on the bed. By now, it was almost 11 o'clock, and the "Goodnight" live stream was also nearing its end. The host, who had been streaming for two hours, had a slightly hoarse voice, perhaps from the long duration, and at certain moments, the voice made Qin Yao pause.
This voice sounded familiar.
He frowned and listened carefully for a while, but still couldn't quite place who it reminded him of.
In the quiet of the night, the live stream ended, and Qin Yao listened to the replay once more before falling asleep.
A dreamless night.
Bai He has not been resting well lately, but he has included a two-hour live stream in his daily schedule, starting from 9 pm and lasting until 11 pm. In the beginning, the live streams barely generated any income, as this was the period of accumulating followers. After persisting for nearly half a month, he had slowly amassed around 50,000 followers, and by this time, he had started to generate some income.
Some fans would send gifts, and there were also some merchants who found him for product promotion. Bai He didn't like to include product advertisements during the live streams. Instead, he would make separate videos for the advertisements and categorize them on his homepage, and occasionally update the sleep-inducing videos on the homepage as well.
With these earnings, he was able to recover the money he had spent from the original owner's funds within half a month.
However, Bai He's life has not been easy these past two weeks. He has a packed schedule every day - classes, self-study, live streaming, rehabilitation, and searching for his Ling Ling.
It has been half a month since Ling Ling went missing, and the heavy weight on Bai He's heart makes it increasingly difficult for him to breathe. He hasn't even noticed that he has lost quite a bit of weight.
This day, after class at the main teaching building, he was intercepted on his way past the School of Business. He looked up and found it was the alpha from last time.
Zhang Anjing's face was rather gloomy, and his aura was unpleasant. Bai He took a step back, his brow furrowed: "What's the matter?"
These past few days, Zhang Anjing has been extremely irritable. The few alpha friends who usually stick around him are not even willing to approach him now. He has entered his heat cycle, and his pheromones are too pungent, even the suppressants can't fully control it. He glared at Bai He: "Can't I stop you just because?"
That sounded familiar, Bai He was reminded of the day when that female alpha had stopped him with a similar phrase.
Bai He had no mood to waste words with this person. He tried to walk past Zhang Anjing, but the latter, whose temper was as explosive as a powder keg at the moment, ignited at the slightest touch, and the foul stench around him intensified, causing the passing students to quickly disperse, covering their mouths and noses.
"Fuck, who the hell took a shit? Whose stench is this?!"
"Can't you control your heat cycle and stop bothering people? Do you think you're so fragrant?"
"Ugh—Ugh—"
Bai He's face darkened. He instinctively raised a hand to cover his nose and mouth, but was suddenly grabbed from behind by the alpha. In an instant, as if he had been electrocuted, Bai He trembled, and the area on the back of his neck where Zhang Anjing had touched him was excruciatingly painful. He swung his hand to push away the alpha's hand, turning around and warning through gritted teeth: "Don't touch me!"
Silence. The fleeing alphas around them suddenly fell silent, not daring to move, even the raging Zhang Anjing was stunned for a moment.
The alpha regained his composure and chuckled, rubbing the hand that had just touched Bai He: "You've never been touched by an alpha, have you? What, are you shy?"
The people around Zhang Anjing gave him disgusted and speechless expressions in response to his words.
Bai He covered the throbbing pain on his neck with his right hand, glaring coldly: "Go see a doctor if you're sick, I don't treat brain diseases."
His speech became labored, and the scene in front of him was blurring. Ironically, the area that had just been touched was swelling and aching, and Bai He unconsciously took a step forward, but his still-not-fully-recovered left leg weakened, causing him to stagger. He was then supported by someone.
Qin Yao gripped Bai He's arm, feeling the trembling in the other's body through the fabric.
"Zhang Anjing." He lifted his eyelids and looked at the alpha full of aggression: "Contain your pheromones."
If Zhang Anjing was the troublemaker of the school, then Qin Yao was the one who specialized in dealing with such people. Without using pheromones, the alpha's piercing gaze alone was enough to overwhelm one's heart. Zhang Anjing gritted his teeth, glaring at Bai He for a few seconds before turning around and angrily kicking a nearby tree branch, then left.
The students who had gathered to watch the commotion dispersed, and Bai He heard Qin Yao calling him.
"Are you alright?" Qin Yao bent down, seeing the fine sweat on Bai He's face.
Bai He shook his head, weakly raising his eyelids to give Qin Yao a nod: "Thank you."
"You..." Qin Yao narrowed his eyes, looking at Bai He's hand covering his neck: "Aren't you feeling well? Should we go to the campus hospital?"
"I'm fine." Bai He shook his head again: "Just physically weak."
"Just physically weak?" Qin Yao found this strange, unable to pinpoint exactly what was wrong, but he released his grip on Bai He's arm and said helplessly, "You're even thinner than you were half a month ago. Why don't you eat properly?"
Bai He's expression became stagnant, and the lines of his lips were pressed down: "I haven't found my cat."
Somehow, he hadn't brought up this matter with anyone in the past two weeks. Perhaps it was because he didn't really have any friends, or maybe it was because he knew Qin Yao also had a cat of the same breed as Ling Ling, which is why he decided to mention it to him.
Hearing Bai He's words, Qin Yao was taken aback. He raised a hand to touch the bridge of his nose, averting his gaze slightly: "I heard that was the cat you adopted? Maybe he just went back to his old home?"
Bai He looked up: "How do you know my cat was adopted?"
Oops.
Qin Yao remained calm on the surface, though inwardly he was panicking: "Qiu Yao told me."
He and Qiu Yao actually didn't have much private interaction, but he had pulled Qiu Yao out as a scapegoat, taking a gamble.
Seeing Bai He lower his gaze, his expression somewhat forlorn, Qin Yao continued: "Perhaps you're right, I should have learned more about Ling Ling's background before adopting him..."
Relieved that he had guessed correctly, Qin Yao felt a bit conflicted hearing Bai He's words. He watched as Bai He left, and it wasn't until the other's figure disappeared that he turned around, only to run into Zhang Wenyi coming out of the institute.
"Qin ge, why are you still standing outside? Professor Yan..." The hurriedly running Zhang Wenyi suddenly braked, retreating about ten steps from Qin Yao, his hands tightly covering his nose: "Why is there an omega pheromone scent here?"
"Is your dog nose malfunctioning?" Qin Yao chuckled: "It's just that bastard Zhang Anjing's stench..."
Qin Yao trailed off, as he had just been at the center of Zhang Anjing's pheromone explosion. Now that the alpha's scent had dissipated, the other hidden fragrance in the air became apparent - a cool, crisp aroma mingled with an alluring, captivating scent that only lasted for a fleeting moment, but it was enough to make Qin Yao's brain tingle like electricity, his alpha eyes turning red.
There was indeed an omega pheromone scent.
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