If there's a chance to see your own professor wearing a high school uniform standing next to you washing test tubes, is that considered luck or misfortune?

Jiang Shuyi glanced at the person beside her washing the test tubes.

The buttons on the uniform were meticulously fastened up to the very last one, the skirt neatly resting just above the knees, and even the curvature of the bow tie seemed to be carefully considered.

One could say that Wen Yao's appearance during her high school days was like a model straight out of a student handbook.

Wen Yao had her head lowered, her long, dark hair slipping from behind her ears, revealing her delicate, pale neck, where a charming mole was faintly visible at the collar of her shirt.

Jiang Shuyi's throat moved slightly.

Noticing Jiang Shuyi's gaze, Wen Yao slowly lifted her head, her eyes looking at Jiang Shuyi with the same coldness as always.

"Sorry." Jiang Shuyi instinctively blurted out.

Upon hearing Jiang Shuyi's apology, Wen Yao lowered her head again and continued rinsing the test tubes.

"Sorry for what?"

"Sorry for not being able to attend the next class? Or sorry because you've only washed two instruments in the past ten minutes while sneaking a glance at me?"

Jiang Shuyi glanced at the beakers and test tubes she had washed, feeling her ears burn with embarrassment.

She had been in the lab for six years, washing instruments for six years.

She considered herself somewhat experienced in washing instruments, but now, watching the eighteen-year-old Wen Yao quickly and efficiently clean the instruments and place them on the drying rack, a sense of defeat welled up inside her.

Moreover, that comment about only washing two instruments because she was sneaking a look made her face burn even more.

"I wasn't sneaking a look at you." Jiang Shuyi lied to defend herself.

"Is that so?" Wen Yao's tone was indifferent, as if she wasn't angry about the matter. "Then I hope you can focus on washing the instruments now."

Before she traveled back in time, Jiang Shuyi had never imagined what her professor would have been like in high school.

But after hearing this, Jiang Shuyi resigned herself to silence.

She had to admit that this instinctively frustrating attitude, this cold tone, the eighteen-year-old high school student in front of her, was indeed her heartless professor.

After all, there wouldn't be another person in the world as perfectionist, harsh, and capable of creating such a sense of deadly pressure as her professor.

Although she was still a high school student, that future cold and beautiful aura was already beginning to emerge, and Jiang Shuyi could vaguely glimpse that cruel version of her that lay ahead.

Yet no matter what, she was now her classmate.

Jiang Shuyi thought for a moment, pouting in dissatisfaction. Why, now that they were classmates, did she still have to be lectured by her for washing a beaker?

So annoying... It was really infuriating.

"Are you done?" Wen Yao glanced at the beaker in Jiang Shuyi's hand, her tone cold.

Jiang Shuyi flinched slightly and instinctively got back to work.

After cleaning all the instruments and placing them on the drying rack, Wen Yao shook the water off her hands and said coldly, "Wait until they dry before putting them back in the cabinet."

Jiang Shuyi quickly nodded in compliance, "Okay."

Jiang Shuyi looked around the small room: the cleaning station, the clamps for the experimental instruments, the inexplicable specimens, and the window facing west.

This cleaning room was located at the end of the hallway on the fourth floor of the lab building, a place that hardly anyone visited.

Both of their phones were left outside, leaving them without any means of contact.

The school bell rang.

Wen Yao stared silently out the window.

Jiang Shuyi noticed a bead of sweat forming on her forehead.

"Sorry for getting us locked in here." Jiang Shuyi said awkwardly, finally voicing what she should have said earlier.

Wen Yao looked expressionlessly out the window, her tone devoid of any emotion, "It's fine."

Just as Jiang Shuyi felt a twinge of guilt, Wen Yao continued:

"Since you always skip class, it's normal for you not to know that this door is broken. I just hope you take this as a warning and don't make such unwise decisions next time."

Listen to that!

Jiang Shuyi felt her guilt vanish in an instant, replaced by a bit of anger.

Although this person would be her professor in the future, Jiang Shuyi was simply not pleased.

She didn't want to be in the same room as this person!

Fuming, Jiang Shuyi walked to the door again and tried to turn the doorknob.

The door didn't budge.

In despair, she leaned her head against the door and, for some reason, caught a pleasant scent in the air.

"Wen Yao, do you smell something?"

As soon as she spoke, she heard a thud.

Jiang Shuyi was startled and immediately looked over at Wen Yao, the pleasant floral scent continuing to spread in her nostrils, bringing an unusual restlessness.

Jiang Shuyi helped Wen Yao up.

Wen Yao's eyes were very wary, and the sweat on her forehead showed that she was feeling unwell.

"Wen Yao, you..." Jiang Shuyi inhaled the scent of roses wafting from her, her mind momentarily blank, "Are you in heat?"

An Omega in heat not only finds it hard to resist the attraction of an Alpha, but they also release pheromones that create a strong attraction to Alphas. Under the influence of such pheromones, Alphas instinctively want to mark the Omega.

And this pheromone attraction varies between different Alphas and Omegas.

Jiang Shuyi immediately noticed that Wen Yao's pheromone was special, a scent that greatly attracted her.

She panicked, "Where's your suppressant?"

Wen Yao's voice was cold, "Have you ever met someone who had a suppressant right after just differentiating?"

"You just differentiated?" Jiang Shuyi was stunned.

"Yeah."

Jiang Shuyi's face flushed with embarrassment.

"......This is bad."

Wen Yao sighed in frustration, her tone almost commanding, "You need to mark me."

A vivid image flashed in Jiang Shuyi's mind, and her ears felt hot enough to cook meat. "I—I can't mark you."

Wen Yao looked at her, chin in hand, with a hint of pity in her eyes. "You can't...?"

Can't?

Jiang Shuyi instantly became angry upon hearing that. "How could I possibly not be able to?!"

"Then why can't you?" Wen Yao looked at her in confusion.

Jiang Shuyi's face turned red, "If I mark you now, you'll be my first! I want to mark the Omega I like."

"I've never been marked by an Alpha either, but you're not the Alpha I like." Wen Yao's tone was flat.

Jiang Shuyi became even angrier. "Then it's even more impossible! Do you know what my first means to me?!"

"Jiang Shuyi." Wen Yao looked at her calmly.

"What do you think an Alpha would do when an Omega is in the process of differentiation without any suppressants?"

Jiang Shuyi seemed to come up with the answer, her face turning bright red.

"It looks like you've already thought of it." Wen Yao's tone was icy.

Jiang Shuyi felt an unusual dryness in her throat, a wave of restlessness surged in her heart, and she indignantly said, "So, you think I won't be able to control myself, and then, then that, that would be you?"

"It's biological instinct." Wen Yao's tone was rational and cold.

Even though her tone was so indifferent, her fair skin began to flush as if saying the opposite.

Jiang Shuyi couldn't help but glance at Wen Yao's neck.

This Omega was truly seducing her without any reservations.

Wen Yao frowned tightly at her, "Do you think you can suppress your instincts?"

Her breathing mixed with the scent of roses was incredibly enticing.

"I—" Just as Jiang Shuyi was about to answer, Wen Yao cut her off.

"I know you might want to argue with me, but right now, no matter what you say, I can't believe you." Wen Yao said, furrowing her brows helplessly.

"Don't say that," Jiang Shuyi said, a bit angrily, as she reached out to grip Wen Yao's chin. "How could I ever do something like that!"

She was a principled Alpha; if she said it was impossible, then it was impossible.

But as soon as she said that, Wen Yao's glands suddenly ached, causing a physiological tear to slip from the corner of her eye.

Jiang Shuyi didn't expect that seeing Wen Yao's tears would trigger her pheromones to start swirling uncontrollably.

In an instant, Jiang Shuyi swallowed the words she had planned to say next.

She felt like she was going crazy.

Because she actually leaned over and licked the tear from the corner of Wen Yao's eye.

The rose-scented pheromones mixed with the Omega's tears made Jiang Shuyi swallow again, and she thought she must be truly losing her mind.

She wanted to take back everything she had just said.

Wen Yao suddenly turned her head away, "Don't do anything unnecessary, Jiang Shuyi..."

Jiang Shuyi seemed not to hear her words and ruthlessly untied Wen Yao's bowtie.

The deep red bowtie slipped to the ground.

Jiang Shuyi brushed aside Wen Yao's hair and kissed the delicate mole on her neck.

Wen Yao leaned against Jiang Shuyi's embrace, breathing softly, her fingers involuntarily gripping Jiang Shuyi's clothes, "I said... don't do anything unnecessary..."

Jiang Shuyi licked her teeth and, lost in the moment, bit down on the pink gland on Wen Yao's neck.

Jiang Shuyi felt her brain was in a chaotic mess, overwhelmed by the deadly rose-scented pheromones.

The Omega in her arms trembled softly, exhaling as if drowning.

Snapping back to reality, Jiang Shu Yi looked at Wen Yao with a hint of guilt.

Wen Yao's forehead was damp with sweat, still appearing in pain, but her eyes had become clear.

"...Are you okay?" Jiang Shu Yi asked cautiously, her hand reaching toward Wen Yao's forehead.

Wen Yao glanced at her hand, coldly responding, "Let go of me."

"..." Jiang Shu Yi pretended not to hear.

"I'll give you three seconds."

—Oh wow.

Hearing this familiar phrase, Jiang Shuyi immediately obediently released her grip.

Wen Yao wearily stood up, dragging her body to the window and opening it.

The pheromones they had just intertwined with dissipated in an instant.

At this moment, Wen Yao touched the back of her neck, seeming to feel some pain as she bit her lip and lowered her head.

Unfortunately, as she looked down, she saw the red bow tie that Jiang Shu Yi had torn off, and her expression grew even colder.

Jiang Shu Yi felt her ears flush, unable to meet Wen Yao's gaze.

She recalled how just a second ago she had confidently declared it was impossible, and the next moment, she had pulled the person into her arms, licking and biting...

How shameless.

Jiang Shuyi anxiously adjusted her sitting position.

"Professor— Wen Yao, I will take responsibility for you."

Jiang Shuyi cleared her throat and looked at Wen Yao with great sincerity.

Wen Yao looked at her with a scrutinizing gaze, silently buttoning up her shirt.

Then she picked up the bowtie, which was like evidence of Jiang Shuyi's crime, and carefully tied it back on.

"No need."

"No need?" Jiang Shuyi repeated like a parrot, disappointment filling her eyes.

Wen Yao continued to tidy the last strand of hair on her forehead.

Jiang Shuyi looked at her in disappointment, "Isn't that a bit inappropriate?"

"The one who is marked is me, I think it's quite fitting." Wen Yao replied coldly.

Creak—

Suddenly, there was a creak as the door moved slightly.

Both of them turned their gazes towards the entrance.

A student carrying a basket of instruments pushed the door open, and upon seeing Jiang Shuyi's face, froze in fear, "Ah? J-Jiang Shuyi?"

Wen Yao saw the door open and walked out without looking back, leaving Jiang Shuyi without a word.

Jiang Shuyi watched the decisive figure leave and immediately chased after her.

The stairwell was already empty.

Jiang Shuyi stared blankly at the stairwell, feeling an overwhelming anger rise within her.

So she just ran off with my pheromones! What a cold-hearted Omega!

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