Pretending to Be an Alpha in an All-Alpha Boy Band - Chapter 9
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What a mess?
Yuan Shiyuan tried to get up but couldn’t. He could only lie beneath Bo Jin, turn his head to the side, and ask, “How did you get in?”
Ying Mingche acted as if he’d come into his own home and switched on the light. He sat on a chair nearby and simply looked at the two on the bed. “You weren’t replying to my messages, and no one answered when I knocked, so I just used their key.”
Yuan Shiyuan and Bo Jin frowned at the same time—their Alpha territorial instincts felt violated.
Ying Mingche spoke with righteous assurance, “We’re on the same team; there’s no need to be so distant. At worst I can give you my room key too. I wouldn’t do anything shameful in my room.”
“We need to rest—what if we’re in an awkward situation?” Yuan Shiyuan said.
Ying Mingche’s presence made Bo Jin extremely irritated; his pheromones poured out thickly and spread, and a murderous urge swelled in his chest.
He glanced at Yuan Shiyuan, grabbed his coat, and seemed ready to leave.
“Stay in the dorm,” Yuan Shiyuan said, gripping Bo Jin’s sleeve and giving Ying Mingche a look. “We’ll just go outside.”
In the hallway, the two Alphas walked side by side.
Ying Mingche felt inexplicably pleased, though he couldn’t say why. But the scent clinging to Yuan Shiyuan—belonging to another Alpha—made him very uncomfortable. He didn’t know how close they had been to acquire such a strong scent.
It’s hard to remove an S-rank alpha’s pheromones; besides a special cleanser, the only way is to cover them with pheromones of the same S-rank.
Thinking he was being discreet, Ying Mingche released his pheromones onto Yuan Shiyuan, trying to mask them with his own.
A faint tea scent spread, mixed with refreshing lemon.
Ying Mingche was taller than Yuan Shiyuan, and from his angle he could clearly see the sunlight leaping through Yuan Shiyuan’s pink hair, like flowing pink musical notes.
The pink notes stopped.
Yuan Shiyuan stood still where he was. “Why did you suddenly come to find me? Is there some work arrangement?”
“No, Brother Zhuang said we could rest today, so I thought I’d come hang out with you,” Ying Mingche said. “I wish there were no work at all.”
“…”
Yuan Shiyuan gave a very light sigh. “Since we’re a team, and the team’s situation isn’t optimistic, we shouldn’t speak so defeatist. At the very least I want to do this well—I don’t want my work to stagnate.”
“I was just joking…” Ying Mingche explained. “I didn’t mean it like that.”
“Although we share a dorm and are a team, it’s impolite of you to come in without asking me and Bo Jin,” Yuan Shiyuan raised his head. “Also, stop putting pheromones on me.”
“I don’t like it.”
Ying Mingche licked his canine, anger and displeasure churning in his chest. He had simply come into the room and hadn’t interfered with them—so Yuan Shiyuan was actually angry at him for Bo Jin’s sake?
Bo Jin can put pheromones on Yuan Shiyuan, but I can’t? Why?
Ying Mingche was naturally annoyed, but he could see Yuan Shiyuan’s displeasure and dared not say the things he felt.
He protested plaintively, “I was just worried about you… you weren’t answering my messages. I won’t do it again next time.”
“Are you going to apologize to me?” Yuan Shiyuan asked. “If you want to apologize, you should say you’re sorry.”
Ying Mingche was taken aback. S-rank Alphas usually had high pride—apologizing was practically impossible.
Not to mention he didn’t think he’d done anything wrong.
But looking at Yuan Shiyuan’s calm, almost cold face, Ying Mingche felt a sudden unease.
Yuan Shiyuan waited a moment, lost his patience, and turned to leave.
Ying Mingche immediately hurried after him. He grabbed Yuan Shiyuan’s wrist. Under Yuan Shiyuan’s impassive gaze, his lips trembled; it was as if he’d never said the three words before and was engaged in a fierce internal struggle.
After five or six seconds, he finally bowed his head and whispered very softly, “I’m sorry.”
Only then did Yuan Shiyuan smile at him. “That’s better.”
Yuan Shiyuan kept his expression taut as they walked. When he smiled he looked like a little fox with smooth fur; when he didn’t, he made people uneasy, unable to help but wonder whether they had done something wrong.
Seeing Yuan Shiyuan smile at him at last, Ying Mingche grew even more wronged. “I rushed to find you because I was really scared.”
“Scared?”
“They slaughtered my plaza.” Ying Mingche clutched Yuan Shiyuan’s shoulders with both hands, his brows and eyes drooping. “The company received a delivery for me—inside were dead mice, a kitchen knife, and a warning letter.”
“My fans told your fans to stay away from you.”
Yuan Shiyuan: “Huh?”
Ying Mingche pulled out the letter. Yuan Shiyuan glanced and took in the items inside.
Ying Mingche’s posters had been crumpled into creases; dense, glaring red characters crisscrossed them—shocking to the eye—with vicious curses written across his face: “bitch,” “go die,” and the like.
Author’s Note:
There’s one more chapter written in forum format coming after this; reading them together might be a better experience. I’m releasing Saturday’s update early. There will be no update on Saturday; see you on Sunday, darlings [celebrate][celebrate][kiss]
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