Beta Chapter 3: I’m Very Studious

Chapter 3: I’m Very Studious

Translated by Addis of Exiled Rebels Scanlations

Editor: Karai

The alpha incredulously looked at Luo Songran in the passenger seat. He, who had never experienced romantic setbacks, actually fell for this 20-year-old boy without any flaws, pulling him into a seductive trap without any loopholes.

And now he was jealous over an omega?!

“…Luo Songran, you kissed me, and you said you liked me! So why does this omega say he’s yours?!” The alpha bent down, grabbing Luo Songran’s collar, his strength so great that he pulled him close, furious and embarrassed as he demanded answers.

Luo Songran, caught off guard by being pulled so forcefully and aggravating his shoulder injury, frowned and emitted a muffled grunt of pain.

This grunt made Alpha subconsciously release his grip.

“You hurt me.” Luo Songran furrowed his brow, his delicate features softening.

The alpha, hearing Luo Songran’s slightly displeased tone, looked somewhat panicked. He withdrew his hand, suppressing his temper, and patiently coaxed the young master, “Darling, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have grabbed you like that, I was just too angry. Can you tell me that it’s just a misunderstanding with this omega?”

“D- Darling?” Luo Songran smoothed out his wrinkled collar and glanced at him, “Did I allow you to call me that?”

The alpha felt a tightening in his chest at Luo Songran’s glance, assuming he was just throwing a tantrum. He leaned against the car door, still bent over, and continued coaxing, “Okay, I won’t call you that. It was my fault just now, I shouldn’t have grabbed you. Can you tell me what your relationship is with this omega?”

Before Luo Songran could speak, the alpha saw him casually gesture with his hand, indicating for him to step back.

Knowing that this young master was not to be trifled with, Alpha naturally let go of the car door and stepped back, “Mr. Luo, I—”

Bang!

Before the alpha could finish speaking, he saw Luo Songran slam the passenger door shut with a ‘bang.’ Then he bent down and sat in the driver’s seat, took off his black-framed glasses and tossed them onto the passenger seat, picked up a pair of sunglasses from the side, put them on, and with a click, locked the car door.

Alpha was stunned. “…Mr. Luo?”

The roar of the Porsche engine sounded, and the dawn white Porsche drove off, leaving the alpha behind. Wait, this wasn’t a troublesome scene for Luo Songran at all. It was a stage he controlled in the palm of his hand.

As night fell, the revelry hidden in the daytime was about to awaken.

Cloud Club—

Neon lights, music, clinking glasses, and the sound of ice cubes. The lights and sounds in the nightclub were a microcosm of people’s inner search for freedom and solace.

“Mr. Luo, you didn’t bring that alpha tonight?”

“No, no, it’s that omega who didn’t come.”

“It seems like these two have been banished by Mr. Luo, hahaha.”

In a corner of the nightclub booth, Luo Songran sat in the middle of the sofa, the dim light casting shadows on his face, making it difficult to see his expression. He held a glass of whiskey filled with ice, staring at the ice cubes and whiskey in the glass, gently swaying it. With each sway, the reflection of the person in the glass swayed with it.

The crisp sound of the ice cubes hitting the wall made him raise an eyebrow. He hadn’t even taken a sip, just staring at the glass.

His friends sitting beside him rarely saw Luo Songran like this and thought he was in a bad mood. “Mr. Luo, why aren’t you drinking tonight? Doesn’t it suit your taste? I’ll ask the waiter to change your drink.”

Luo Songran’s gaze returned from the glass, and he said, “Adding ice to whiskey reduces its burning sensation, but if it lacks that burning sensation, what’s the point of drinking whiskey?”

“Does Mr. Luo want whiskey without ice?”

Luo Songran smiled dismissively, holding the glass without any intention of drinking. As he looked up, he glanced at the man sitting next to the booth, who had been staring at him all along.

This was the reflection in the glass. He was wearing a dark plaid shirt and suit pants, glasses, exuding a calm and scholarly aura. Although the lighting in the booth was dim, it didn’t prevent him from seeing the man’s figure clearly. From the long legs under the table and the slender hands holding the tablet, he could tell that this man was tall and probably an alpha.

Meeting the man’s gaze, Luo Songran saw no sign of avoidance, but rather a calm acceptance that met his probing gaze head-on. It was as if he had discovered a new prey, and this kind of gaze stimulated his desire to conquer.

If the previous alpha was suitable for playing simple physical sports with him, then this mature alpha, full of academic atmosphere, was suitable for accompanying him in the process of learning and exploration. However, this alpha didn’t seem like the scumbag Lu Zhuosheng. He seemed more like a decent, family-oriented man.

So he couldn’t treat him with the same attitude as he did with Lin Ji or Lu Zhuosheng.

Luo Songran picked up the glass in his hand and walked towards the booth where the man was sitting. Stopping in front of him, he bent down and lightly tapped the edge of the man’s tablet with the glass, asking with a coy smile, “Sir, why have you been staring at me? Do we know each other?”

The slight sound of the glass tapping against the tablet was like a trendy way of greeting. Despite his pretty and innocent face, his tone of inquiry sounded skillful and nonchalant. And the use of “sir” seemed to irritate someone.

The man raised his eyelids slightly, glanced at the approaching target, then lowered his gaze back to the “New Type Super Memory Chip Host Data” recorded on the tablet’s screen. He observed the jumping heartbeat icon on the screen, which had already reached 102. Under normal circumstances, a heartbeat of 102 would be considered abnormal, but if it occurred due to exercise, exertion, or emotional fluctuations, it would be considered a normal physiological response.

The rapid heartbeat indicated emotional agitation.

“Are you nervous?” the man asked, looking at the cut on Luo Songran’s lip, which was caused by being rear-ended at the racetrack that day.

Despite the noisy environment behind him, with loud music, laughter, and clinking glasses, Luo Songran automatically filtered out the noise, focusing only on the man’s voice.

It wasn’t the deliberate, oily low pitch of a pickup artist, but rather a low tone imbued with intellect and stability. It was pleasant and melodious, like a gentle and elegant teacher randomly asking questions in class, calm and unruffled. Such a voice was quite incongruous with the environment.

But it suited Luo Songran’s preferences very well.

“You make me nervous by staring at me like this,” Luo Songran said as he sat down next to the man, looking at him sideways. “I noticed you staring at me just now. Why were you staring at me?”

He had indeed noticed, the reflection on the glass had been staring at him all along. But it wasn’t the kind of suspicious or probing gaze, it was a very candid gaze.

The man closed the data on the tablet, placing it on the sofa beside him. He reached out to pick up the glass of hot tea from the glass table, the traces of steam lingering on the glass. He lowered his head to take a sip of tea, then replied, “You look a lot like a friend of mine who’s still playing on the slide in kindergarten. If I offended you, please forgive me.”

The man was drinking tea, not alcohol. The glass contained hot tea.

Luo Songran’s temples throbbed. Was he joking? But he felt his curiosity sparked by this man, who was calm and composed in such a restless environment. He stared at the man, not because of his handsome profile, but because of his behavior and demeanor.

Bringing a tablet to a bar and pretending to work, then staring at him all the time, yet his gaze was candid and non-intrusive. When caught, he casually admitted to looking like a friend from kindergarten. What kind of pick-up line was this? And drinking tea from a glass?

The man’s demeanor was quiet and steady, which only made Luo Songran more curious to get to know him.

Leaning back against the sofa, Luo Songran cleared his throat and tried not to look too eager or strange. He nodded towards the tablet that had been set aside and asked, “You’ve been watching me, then why are you still holding onto the tablet? Are you taking pictures of me?”

“I’m working,” the man replied.

“Working? Watching me?” Luo Songran smirked, wondering if the man was using work as an excuse. But regardless, he had caught his attention.

“Yes, watching you,” the man said, glancing at the glass of whiskey in Luo Songran’s hand. “Do you love drinking this?”

Then his gaze fell on Luo Songran.

This pretty young man, as his father had said, was born into privilege, pampered like a proud swan, exuding an air of inviolability. But in his eyes, he was just a twenty-year-old kid, although he seemed a bit different from what his father had described.

Besides being playful, he wasn’t disobedient.

He observed that Luo Songran hadn’t taken a sip of the whiskey yet, at least knowing that he shouldn’t drink while the chip was freshly implanted.

“I heard this whiskey is delicious, Yun Ding 1919, but I’m underage and can’t drink,” Luo Songran said with a chuckle, hearing the man’s response. Then he tapped the man’s glass with his own, “Sir, would you like to try my whiskey?”

The word “sir” seemed to fit their twelve-year age difference. But when the slightly cool fingertips brushed past his hand, it didn’t seem quite so ordinary.

The man lowered his eyes, his gaze falling on Luo Songran’s fair fingers holding the glass. He didn’t buy Luo Songran’s words about being underage and unable to drink. He handed over the glass of hot tea instead, saying, “This is my cherished Silver Tip Royal Tea. It’ll warm your hands.”

Luo Songran suppressed the urge to smile too eagerly, trying not to look too strange or eager. “Sir, my name is Luo Songran. What’s yours? And I’m suddenly curious, what do you do for a living?”

The man was so thoughtful.

“Duan Feizhou,¹ I’m a biology professor,” the man replied.

Luo Songran’s eyes lit up when he heard the word “professor.” This was different from the alphas he had interacted with before. A professor would be a decent man, wouldn’t he?

So he came up with something fitting for himself and, after taking a sip of the tea the man had drunk from, he looked up at him and smiled innocently, “Professor Duan, I’m a pervert, but very eager to learn.”

 

 

 

 

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