My Senior Is an Omega - Chapter 2

Early the next morning, I charged straight to the lab.

The roommate who had taken my culture came sliding over on his knees and wrapped himself around my leg. A burly man well over six feet tall, he wept like a pear blossom in the rain. Eventually, he even climbed onto the windowsill and declared that he and his own petri dish would die to atone for my bacteria.

“Forget it. What good would your death do? It won’t bring my culture back.”

Utterly despondent, I climbed onto the window. “Without my son, what will I use to write my report? What will I take to the lab meeting? I might as well go join my bacteria now, so we can be reunited in the underworld.” I swung one long leg out, pretending I was about to jump.

My senior’s voice came from the doorway. “The agriculture department next door just transplanted several seedlings downstairs. If you jump and crush their precious sons to death, those seniors will drag you back from the underworld just so they can flog your corpse.”

I looked down. Sure enough, a small patch of ground below had been cordoned off, complete with a sign warning strangers to stay away.

A girl instantly sprang out of the shrubs beside it. She was the top senior from the agriculture department.

Her eyes blazed as she roared at me, “Bai Yuanfeng, get your ass back inside! If you dare jump, I’ll tear you apart with my bare hands!”

Aggrieved, I hopped back into the lab. “Are they insane? They planted vegetables right below our building. Where am I supposed to pour my badly mixed nutrient solution from now on?!”

My senior slowly tied back his hair. It was long enough that, from behind, you could hardly tell whether he was a man or a woman.

“One of their juniors scooped up some dirt from below our building on a whim and somehow managed to keep alive the mutant seedlings they paid a fortune to import. Yesterday, several of them were sobbing over this patch like they were worshipping a god. From the look of them, they’d staked the rest of their lives on it.”

I collapsed to my knees, dazed and hollow, too miserable even to cry. “Is my glorious graduate career really going to end here? Am I truly going to be forced to go home and inherit the family business?”

A pair of shoes appeared before my eyes.

“Dream on. I have a spare petri dish.”

I jerked my head up, tears streaming down my face.

His hair tied behind his head, my senior arched an eye ever so slightly behind his chilly lenses. His thin lips parted. “I knew you’d get yourself into trouble.”

Mercy from heaven!!

I threw myself at him and hugged him. “Senior, you’ve given me a second life! From now on, I’m your dog. Point anywhere and I’ll attack. You can have all my family assets—spend whatever you want on my black card!”

Disgusted, he pushed my face away with one finger and rolled his eyes. “Save the sweet talk for your future wife.”

The tremendous joy had already gone to my head. “A wife could never be as important as you, Senior.”

…

Everyone at the university knew that Wei Yu of the biology department was an omega who hated alphas.

Every alpha who had confessed to him over the years had been dressed down so thoroughly that none had left with a shred of dignity.

I stiffened, my arms still around him.

My senior remained perfectly calm.

He bent slightly and slipped neatly out of my embrace with one graceful step.

As he moved, his bound hair flowed across my arm like water.

“The petri dish is in refrigerator number two.”

He adjusted his glasses and began fiddling with the microscope.

The atmosphere felt a little strange.

I rubbed my ear awkwardly. “Thank you, Senior.”

My roommate followed me to the refrigerator. Equally stunned, he murmured, “Xiao Bai, that thing between you and Senior just now… Tsk, tsk. If he’d been any other omega, I’d have thought you were about to kiss him.”

I stared blankly as I took out the petri dish. “Senior actually didn’t hit me.”

My roommate and I shuffled back to our chairs.

In the end, we reached a conclusion: my senior might hate alphas, but I was his one and only proper junior. Of course our bond was different.

Even so, I couldn’t stop thinking about the feel of that lock of hair brushing across my arm.

It was nothing like the cold, stern impression he usually gave. His hair was soft and smooth, and seemed to carry the faint scent of shampoo.

Just like his name.

Wei Yu—a rain of apricot blossoms sweeping in on a spring night, soaking the clothes of those who lay awake.