Ross couldn't even keep up the smile.
Is this emphasizing that they're not familiar with each other, or is it showing off?
Qin Chu showed no sign of boasting. He glanced impatiently at the people outside the door: "Go find whoever's contact information you want. If you don't know it, then hide on their usual route at night, scare them with a bottle, and then ask for it. That's what he does, understand?"
Do you understand...?
A group of Omegas raised in a greenhouse were first startled by the cold aura emanating from Qin Chu, and then left with a head full of question marks by his words.
What does this mean?
Is this a tutorial on how to strike up a conversation? It feels like I've been force-fed dog food (a Chinese slang term for witnessing public displays of affection)!
Once again, Qin Chu managed to infuriate someone to the point of madness simply by stating the truth, and finally managed to close the door as he wished.
After changing his shoes and setting up his drawing board, Qin Chu didn't immediately start practicing. Instead, he turned on his personal computer and took a look at the competition system inside the base.
A one-on-one model selection system has been set up, and even a separate page has been created for it.
Photos and brief introductions of all military academy students are available on the page.
Qin Chu glanced at it and found that, in addition to the usual introductions, some people had even written down their ideal type as a reference.
This change made the entire competition system increasingly unorthodox, resembling some dating websites.
After staring at the computer screen for a while, Qin Chu couldn't resist scrolling through the page and finding Levi.
He didn't need to search much; Levy's photo was floating at the very top.
It was clearly a perfectly proper ID photo, but because one corner of his mouth was slightly twitched, coupled with his strikingly handsome features, the photo took on a slightly unserious air.
She looks incredibly sexy no matter how you look at her.
Qin Chu hesitated for a moment on the photo, but instead of clicking to read the description, he just stared at the name under the photo.
Just two simple words: Levi.
It's not Qin Rui.
The name he heard a couple of days ago seemed like a fleeting illusion, but Qin Chu was certain that someone had indeed called Levi that.
And this person clearly responded by turning around and walking away.
only……
Thinking of the displeasure emanating from the alpha at the time, Qin Chu frowned and rubbed his temples.
Stopping thinking about these useless things, Qin Chu glanced at the number of people who had expressed their willingness below.
Very good. There are a total of 297 art students who selected this military academy student.
How many art students are there in the entire base? Is there a total of 500?
Qin Chu quickly scrolled over the page and glanced at the number of military academy students.
He wasn't too bothered by the requirement for the second stage.
Military academy students come here not just for socializing, but also to be responsible for the security of the base, so the number of military academy students is far greater than that of art students.
Therefore, no matter how you choose, with some adjustments made at the end, there won't be any art students who can't find models.
I randomly clicked on a few profiles and glanced at them, but I wasn't interested in any of them.
Qin Chu felt inexplicably irritated, so he simply clicked the button at the bottom of the page: Random.
After he clicked, a notification immediately popped up:
After selecting random, the system will automatically match you with a military academy student who has not been selected by anyone else.
This option cannot be undone. Please make sure you do not have a preferred model before selecting it.
This was exactly what Qin Chu wanted.
If the match is for "military cadets who are not selected", then Levy certainly does not meet the criteria.
Without a second thought, Qin Chu clicked "OK".
Having finished that, Qin Chu felt refreshed and began another full day of practice.
These days he stays at home, going back and forth between his dormitory and studio, completely ignoring the turmoil outside caused by the model selection.
But Qin Chu forgot to order dinner today.
Seemingly to accommodate Omega's special circumstances, the restaurant here offers excellent service, including delivery directly to the art studio.
Qin Chu was about to make a call to the restaurant when Noah stopped him.
"Sir, have you forgotten that you still have a mission?"
Qin Chu remembered that, in order to facilitate Noah's statistics and calculations on the distribution density of human consciousness in this world, he should go wherever there are people.
Noah sighed: "So you'd better not go around the stadium every night, that's when the crowds are at their highest."
Qin Chu neither agreed nor disagreed, but did not insist on having food delivered. Instead, he went out to the restaurant, intending to eat dinner and then return to his dormitory.
A light rain began to fall outside, the raindrops were very fine, and Qin Chu didn't use an umbrella, he walked quickly towards the restaurant.
Qin Chu had visited the restaurant once or twice before, seemingly for social gatherings. Unlike ordinary canteens, the base's restaurant occupies a large area and has booths arranged around the outer glass wall.
After getting his food from the window, Qin Chu picked up his plate and prepared to find a seat.
Just as he was about to sit down, he remembered the task Noah had given him and abruptly changed direction, heading towards a more crowded area.
Before he could even choose a spot, Qin Chu heard a voice calling out, "Senior Milo!"
It was Ross waving at him.
This Omega, who seemed somewhat inexplicable to Qin Chu, sat at a long table surrounded by many people—at least ten at a glance.
Among these people were Omega and Beta students wearing white art school uniforms, as well as several military academy students in dark uniforms.
There were four or five alphas on the table, and each of them had a strong enough scent of pheromones.
Qin Chu instinctively wanted to refuse.
Sitting among these people eating, he was afraid that he might start wanting to beat up all the alphas at the table one by one while he was eating.
However, considering Noah's request, Qin Chu nodded and walked over there.
As soon as they arrived at the table, Ross pointed to Qin Chu and enthusiastically introduced him: "He's a sophomore in our college. He hasn't chosen a model yet, so don't blame me for not reminding you."
Qin Chu greeted the people at the table and casually found an empty seat to sit down.
Perhaps it was a habit formed over many years. Although he was now disguised as an art student and was very averse to alpha pheromones, Qin Chu still accidentally sat down on the side closer to the military academy students.
Seeing that he had chosen such a seat, Ross, who had been smiling sweetly, seemed to think of something, and her smile became unnatural for a moment.
But soon, he smiled brightly again.
A quick glance at Qin Chu's chest revealed that he wasn't wearing a name tag.
Ross casually mentioned to everyone, "Senior is an Omega, although..."
Although he didn't know much about Ross, Qin Chu unexpectedly guessed what the man was going to say.
He glanced at Ross and finished the sentence for him: "Even though I don't have pheromones?"
There was a moment of silence at the dinner table after these words were spoken.
In the brief silence, a deep voice sounded behind Qin Chu: "You don't have it? But I can smell it..."
Chapter 85, Fifth Story (4)
Qin Chu was startled and subconsciously turned around to look, only to see Levi standing behind him with a tray in his hand.
The few times I met him before, he had just finished playing ball or running, and he was covered in sweat and only wearing a short-sleeved shirt.
Levy was now wearing the uniform of a military academy student, a black and blue high-collared combat uniform, the clean cut of which perfectly accentuated his broad shoulders and back.
However, this person had left the zipper of their collar open all the way to their chest, revealing their white inner layer, and an air of unruliness emanated from them.
Levy only told half of what he wanted to say.
He seemed to think it was impolite to talk about Omega pheromones in public, so he swallowed the rest of his sentence, leaving only a suggestive ending.
With Levy's arrival, the previously tense atmosphere at the dinner table finally dissipated.
A military academy student next to Qin Chu reached out to Levi: "Where did you go, kid? It's just a drink, why are you so slow?"
"If you don't want to go by yourself, then just wait."
Levi chuckled, grabbed the can in his hand, and was about to throw it. But just before throwing it, he realized there was an Omega sitting in the middle, so he simply stretched out his arm and steadily handed the drink over.
It was only then that Qin Chu realized he was sitting in the wrong seat.
He was sitting too close to the military cadets; this was where Levy should have been sitting.
Now Levi stretched out his arm from behind him and handed him the drink, inevitably bringing the two closer together.
The arm wrapped in the dark blue uniform almost brushed against the back of Qin Chu's head, and Qin Chu smelled that faint smell of rust again, with a hint of sweetness.
When Qin Chu first smelled this scent, he was greatly shocked and didn't think about it deeply at all.
Now, smelling it again, Qin Chu finally realized that the alpha's pheromones didn't smell like rust, but rather like blood.
It smells dangerous.
Out of courtesy, the owner of the arm quickly withdrew it.
Qin Chu stared at the plate in front of him, feeling that he couldn't eat this meal.
He wanted to make an excuse that he was full and leave, but when he looked up, he saw that the alpha who had been standing behind him had walked around to sit down next to him.
Qin Chu then realized how illogical the seating arrangement at this table was.
A table with nearly ten people was against two walls, and Qin Chu happened to be sitting on the side with his back to the wall. Now that Levi had sat down next to him, he couldn't leave even if he wanted to.
"Senior."
The alpha next to Qin Chu greeted him and, as he sat down, tilted his head and asked casually, "Haven't you been to the art studio lately, senior?"
"No."
Qin Chu had no intention of explaining; his mind was preoccupied with how to get the person who had just sat down to move so he could get out.