Luo Wenchuan frowned slightly as he watched Song Ling's retreating figure. He had planned everything, but he hadn't expected that Song Ling would be coveted by so many people.
Jiang Hanzhou, Xu Zhiyi, who will be next?
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When Song Ling arrived at the designated location, most of the lights in the auditorium were not yet on.
On the dimly lit stage, a beam of light shone on Xu Zhiyi, making her appear somewhat aloof and independent.
Xu Zhiyi is an Alpha, but for some reason, Song Ling always subconsciously feels that he is an Omega who needs protection, perhaps because he has a quiet and gentle nature.
"Hey, Young Master Song."
The person speaking was carrying several buckets of building materials used in the previous renovation of the auditorium; it was Wei Yu, who had played basketball with them before.
"Who are you……"
Song Ling remembered this person, but he didn't want to remember him right now.
"Young Master Song, you really have a bad memory. How come you've already forgotten me as soon as your arm is healed?"
Wei Yu smiled, drawing the attention of the others in the auditorium.
The basketball game a few days ago attracted a large audience from the school, and the news of Song Ling's injury was widely known.
Wei Yu was tall and had a big head. Standing in front of Song Ling, he looked like a fierce demon, making people sweat with fear just looking at him.
"Thanks to you, I've had a lot of rest for days." Song Ling had important business to attend to today and really had no intention of arguing with Wei Yu.
This competitive spirit among teenagers depends on the situation. It's fine to play around, but it's not acceptable if it interferes with important matters.
When Wei Yu heard Song Ling say this, he couldn't help but laugh and said, "That little sissy in Class One must have served you well, right? Well, with your peach-blossom cheeks, slender arms and legs, that's the only way you can find a way to vent your frustrations."
After Wei Yu finished speaking, he laughed loudly a few times. His voice was quite loud, and since the auditorium wasn't very big, all the class committee members present heard it.
Song Ling is generally not interested in using reverse psychology, but involving Luo Wenchuan is a different story. Luo Wenchuan is a weak Omega, which cannot be used as a reason for him to be the subject of rumors.
"What did you just say?" Song Ling's tone was somewhat cold.
Seeing that the man's expression had finally changed, Wei Yu still smiled and said, "What's there to be angry about? Is a good-for-nothing who has slept with countless men really worth getting so angry about, Young Master Song? He's not exactly a clean person, so why are you treating him like a treasure?"
"Wei Yu."
Song Ling's hand landed on Wei Yu's collar with great force, catching Wei Yu off guard.
"Song Ling".
Song Ling heard Xu Zhiyi's voice in her ear, turned around, and saw the person on the stage waving at her.
The important matter is the priority.
Song Ling released Wei Yu and turned to walk onto the stage.
Wei Yu stared blankly at Song Ling's retreating figure, her brows furrowing. This shouldn't be; Song Ling usually keeps a low profile. Could he really be a top-tier A?
"Song Ling, listen to the sound from this microphone." Xu Zhiyi saw Song Ling coming over and turned on the microphone for him to hear.
The equipment in this auditorium hasn't been replaced in who knows how many years; the background noise is incredibly loud.
"What's wrong?" Xu Zhiyi looked at the microphone in her hand, patted it, and a rumbling sound came through the speakers.
"It's probably damp; it's been raining a lot these past few days," Song Ling said casually.
"That's right."
Song Ling always seemed to know a lot, able to say a few words about every field. Xu Zhiyi glanced at Song Ling's back as he bent down to check the socket, her eyes flickering slightly.
“They have some good ones in their music club, I’ll go ask if I can borrow one.”
After finishing speaking, Song Ling went directly to the main building through the back door.
The music club president, Li Ke, is a kind-hearted male Omega who has a good relationship with Song Ling. When Song Ling came to borrow something, he didn't even ask for a receipt.
"Honey, please bring it back for me when it's over, otherwise I'll be held responsible."
Li Ke gave him a wink, and beneath her delicately made-up peach blossom eyes was a sparkling star sticker.
"Okay, I'll treat you to dinner later."
Song Ling carried the box containing the microphone and ran towards the auditorium.
Li Ke is a very cute Omega. Her sexual orientation has always been that of a top Alpha with a good physique. Most Alphas at this age have a prejudice against male Omegas who like to wear makeup and pay attention to their appearance.
Song Ling didn't know much about Li Ke before, but after meeting her, he realized that cuteness and passion can overcome everything. This person is truly dazzling when she sings on stage; perhaps he should introduce her to Luo Wenchuan.
Luo Wenchuan is an outstanding person who is unaware of his own abilities; what he lacks is the confidence that Li Ke has when pursuing her dreams.
A note from the author:
#Luo Wenchuan is an excellent person who doesn't realize it#
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Chapter 12
Chapter 12
Honey, my belt is so tight.
At 2:50, several major generals appeared on time in their seats in the auditorium.
Song Ling stood behind the curtain, quietly watching the uniforms of several people through the gap in the curtain.
Suddenly, a pair of dark eyes in the guest seats met Song Ling's eyes.
His dark eyes were sharp and piercing, holding a burning cold light. Song Ling was stunned for a moment, then quickly shrank back from behind the curtain.
This person doesn't look like someone to mess with.
The three-hour-long speech ignited the passion of the students in attendance. Song Ling listened attentively from behind the scenes, thinking that one day he would return to Songxian No. 1 High School to encourage his younger schoolmates to apply to Beicheng University.
"What are you looking at?"
A deep voice came from behind me.
Song Ling turned around and saw a man in uniform.
The lacquered leather boots reflected a faint luster in the dim light. Song Ling's gaze traveled from bottom to top, finally settling on the man's rugged face.
These were the same eyes he had just seen.
The aura of a top-tier Alpha is overwhelming, a mature charm that is different from the immature temperament of a student, making people irresistibly attracted.
"I'm listening to your speech." Song Ling forced a smile.
The man looked into Song Ling's eyes, seemingly pondering whether there was any special meaning behind that seemingly useless remark.
"Do you want to apply to Beicheng University?" the person asked.
Song Ling nodded. He really wanted to wear it ever since he saw the uniform.
A hint of amusement flickered in the man's vacant gaze: "Alpha?"
"Yes."
Song Ling wanted to say that she was a top-tier Alpha, but then she realized that a top-tier Alpha might be insignificant in front of a general, so she didn't emphasize it.
“Interesting.” The man’s lips curved slightly, as if he had discovered something new. He stroked the silver pinky ring on his slender little finger and said slowly, “From the moment you dedicate yourself to the Empire, your comrades will replace your lovers, and your pheromone data will be completely controlled by the Empire. Are you prepared for this?”
“I know, I have it.”
From the moment he decided to enter North City University, he was already willing to give everything to the Empire.
If life is like this, then pheromone data is even more so.
"I hope that one day, your wish will come true."
The man's gaze fell on the bandage on Song Ling's neck.
Innocence and sincerity are the most precious and radiant qualities of people at this age. He hoped that when he truly entered Beicheng, this person would still remember what he had said.
At that time, not only will the pheromone data belong to the Empire, but the personality and dignity of these advanced primates will also be lost.
"I will try my best."
After Song Ling finished speaking, the man lowered his gaze and walked straight past him to the front of the stage.
The sound of military boots entered my ears, stepping on my heart bit by bit.
Song Ling's gaze shifted slightly, her heart seemingly following that person into the shadows.
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After the mobilization meeting, several students stayed behind to clean up.
After a busy afternoon, Wen Yu, the vice president of the student union, seeing how hard everyone had worked, suggested that they have a meal together and then have some fun.
Song Ling originally didn't plan to go, but she couldn't resist the urging of a group of people, and she had no choice but to agree.
With so many people, we can slip away later.
Seeing that Song Ling was about to return the microphone, Wen Yu reminded him, "Call Li Ke out too, we owe him a lot of credit for the microphone."
"good."
Li Ke is a very sociable person. As soon as she heard about the opportunity to meet some top A students, she immediately took several members of the music club with her.
Wen Yu booked two private rooms at a KTV. Wei Yu and a group of people went to one room, while the rest of them went to the other.
A screen occupying an entire wall emits a deep blue light, and a standing gold microphone makes you feel as if you are standing on a stage.
This is basically when Li Ke shines. After singing a few songs, many Oemgas and Alphas in the audience were practically glowing with admiration.
The private room was quite lively. Several Alphas had drunk some alcohol and took off their outer garments, their good figures drawing many compliments.
Song Ling sat alone on the less crowded side, holding a glass in her hand, looking down at her watch.
The dim light shone on his handsome, refined face, and the tailor-made suit he wore added a touch of maturity to his youthful innocence.
His gaze was slightly lowered, and he exuded a subtle sense of detachment.