FOBTS CH38

Chapter 38: 100% Alpha?

The song was being sung with passion.

His brother was rocking out with energy.

Jian Yuheng looked at the stage, then at his brother. If he couldn’t beat them, he’d join them.

Textbook knowledge—

Alphas had excellent night vision. With some effort, they could see very far.

Jian Yuheng tried widening his eyes to the size of an 8x scope while shaking his light stick, scanning the inner section in all directions.

“Brother,” Jian Feng opened his phone camera, adjusted the zoom, and handed it over. “Looking into the distance?”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Damn, walking too many stairs had disconnected him from modern technology.

This phone worked well. With its zoomed-in lens, he could see the stage details clearly.

Just as the lights brightened for a moment, he spotted Song Ruochen in the front row happily waving his glow stick.

Was it really that good? He even wanted to listen to it twice.

People’s happiness was truly so simple.

Come to think of it, after getting used to the song, it wasn’t bad. He was about to memorize it.

In the front row, Song Ruochen was waving his support stick while his mind was filled with the system’s off-key singing.

[La la la~]

[Secretary Song’s reputation has dropped by 1 point.]

[La~]

Song Ruochen: “…”

“‘Secretary Song’s reputation,’ stop reporting values.” Song Ruochen said.

If it wasn’t reported, then it didn’t drop.

Spending money on one ticket, getting two people’s worth of concert experience—Song Ruochen got his money’s worth.

When the concert ended, he followed the crowd outside while checking Yan Ci and Meng Yumian’s messages—

[Yan Ci]: Grape, we’re under a green tree.

[Song Ruochen]: How about changing it to on the tree? Easier to find.

[Meng Yumian]: His brain has turned into a big date (Da Zao) too. Listen to me—we’re beside two betas holding a banner.

[Song Ruochen]: Are these two betas moving?

[Song Ruochen]: 0.o Carving a mark on a moving boat?

“Bzzz—” His phone vibrated. Yan Ci sent a voice message.

Song Ruochen turned up the volume and brought the receiver to his ear—

“Song Ruochen, come to the candied hawthorn fruit stall.”

Song Ruochen: “Huh?”

Jian Yuheng?

What was he doing here?

Well, the location was great—Song Ruochen had noticed that stall when he arrived.

His brain auto-activated navigation, and within two minutes of walking, he reached his destination.

Whoa, quite a crowd.

On the way, Yan Ci and Meng Yumian had their arms around each other’s shoulders, whispering. When they saw him, they instantly sped up their whispering.

Song Ruochen: “…”

Too much.

He glanced at the stall’s candied hawthorns and suddenly raised his voice: “All these candied hawthorns—our President Jian is buying them all for his wife.”

Yan Ci: “…”

Jian Feng: “…”

The vendor was overjoyed: “Do you want the cart too?”

“No need for that.” Song Ruochen said.

[The main couple’s social anxiety level increased by 1 point.]

Meng Yumian: “Gahahaha.”

“Huh, is that President Jian and his wife?” Someone passing by said, “I saw you on Xiaoshi’s billboard—it really is you!”

“President Jian really loves his wife.” Another person chimed in. “This is what it means to cherish someone in your heart!”

Yan Ci: “0.0*”

Yan Ci clutched Jian Feng’s sleeve with both hands, burying his face in his collar. Jian Feng tried pulling him off, but to no avail.

“Brother…” Jian Feng looked around.

His brother was gone, and he took Song Ruochen and Meng Yumian with him.

—

“Go five hundred meters ahead, turn right, and park by the roadside,” Meng Yumian said. “Thanks, Second Young Master Jian.”

“Young Master Meng,” Song Ruochen, holding a large bag of candied hawthorns, turned back. “I’ll personally escort you step by step upstairs.”

“It’s the thought that counts,” Meng Yumian replied. “No need to delay Secretary Song’s work. I’ll go up myself.”

Song Ruochen was regretfully taken away by Jian Yuheng.

Meng Yumian pushed his wheelchair and sighed in relief. “Whenever Secretary Song does something, I get nervous.”

Jian Yuheng entered Song Ruochen’s home address into the navigation, changed directions, and the car sped forward for a dozen meters before stopping at a red light.

The concert was alright—this all-Alpha idol group seemed to have a market.

Crunch crunch. In the passenger seat, Song Ruochen bit through the sugar coating of a hawthorn.

The stage lighting design was also impressive. During the intermission, the audience got to enjoy a nice light show.

Song Ruochen bit through the hawthorn’s skin and reached the fruit inside.

The interaction segment’s design was also—

Jian Yuheng glanced sideways at his little secretary.

Was it that delicious?

One stick of candied hawthorn + five chocolates = one Song Ruochen voucher?

This wasn’t difficult; he could buy a lot, a whole lot.

Omega with a neurological condition was rare, quite uncommon.

“Second Young Master.” Secretary Song coldly reminded, “The light is green. It’s nighttime driving—please pay attention to safety.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

The chauffeur’s fists hardened.

Song Ruochen thought Second Young Master controlled the speed pretty well. By the time he finished his string of candied hawthorns, they had arrived home.

Song Ruochen: “^ ^”

“Aren’t you going to thank me?” Jian Yuheng asked.

Song Ruochen: “Thank you, Xiao Jian.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Ding.

“Thank you, Second Young Master.” Song Ruochen said, “Second Young Master is a good boss who cares for his employees.”

“Then is Secretary Song a good employee?” Jian Yuheng asked.

“In the moment when the salary is paid, yes.” Song Ruochen said.

Ding.

[We’re out of coins.]

[Are you addicted to provoking the villain?]

“Second Young Master, it’s late. You should go back now.” Song Ruochen got out of the car. “A good employee wouldn’t stay out late, chatting alone on the roadside with you, an Alpha.”

Jian Yuheng: “…”

“Safe travels.” Song Ruochen closed the car door.

The departing car had a hint of anger in its silhouette.

Song Ruochen hummed a newly learned song as he walked back.

[Thinking back to when you first arrived, the villain used to pick on you, and you were so scared you trembled.]

[Cheap grin.jpg]

“People grow up.” Song Ruochen said. “Now it’s my turn to pick on the villain. That trembling Song Ruochen is gone for good.”

“System Baby, I think hawthorn candied fruit isn’t as fragrant as Jian Yuheng.” Song Ruochen said. “Just thinking about him makes me drool.”

He opened the door, took a shower, changed into a cool black pajama set gifted by the fuzzy monster, and checked his phone for messages—

[Yan Ci]: Little Grape, Grandma said she wants me to accompany her shopping for clothes tomorrow. 0.0

[Yan Ci]: Lately, whether I stand or sit improperly, no one says anything about it anymore.

Shopping?

If Song Ruochen remembered correctly, in the original book, Yan Ci also went shopping with his grandparents-in-law, but along the way, they ran into his parents and older brother, leading to a very unpleasant confrontation.

That made Yan Ci feel like he could never hold his head up in front of Jian Feng’s family, making him feel even more unworthy of Jian Feng.

[Song Ruochen]: 0.o How’s your brother doing lately?

[Yan Ci]: No idea, he went to the mountains, said he needed some peace.

Song Ruochen: “…”

The fuzzy monster is powerful.

Now he knew—this guy was pretty much done for, couldn’t stir up any more trouble. As for Yan Ci’s parents, he wasn’t sure if they’d run into them on this trip. He needed to keep an eye on it.

[Song Ruochen]: I’ll go with you tomorrow.

[Yan Ci]: 0.0* Doesn’t Secretary Song have work tomorrow?

[Song Ruochen]: Tomorrow’s work is relatively simple.

Song Ruochen exited the chat and opened the app “Awo~.”

The “Boss” was currently heading south.

Song Ruochen: “?”

Are you a migratory goose? Moving north and south?

[Corporate Slave]: Long live the Emperor.

[Corporate Slave]: Does the Emperor have a year-end report template?

[Boss]: Your font is making my eyes hurt.

[Boss]: Sleepy. I’ll give it to you next month.

[Corporate Slave]: If a father doesn’t teach, it’s the father’s fault. Do you acknowledge your mistake?

[Corporate Slave]: I’ll sing you a song.

[Corporate Slave]: [Voice message]

[Corporate Slave]: I’ll tell you a joke too. I have a boss who loves bullying me and insists I make tea for him.

[Corporate Slave]: I accidentally brewed the tea with him in it, hahaha.

[Boss]: [Year-end report template.jpg]

[Corporate Slave]: Thank you, Father Emperor.

Song Ruochen opened the image—whoa, it was a printed document, taken with a camera over a desk.

What? The boss had a ready-made paper template on hand?

The “Boss” had listed a few main points, broken them down into subpoints, and even drafted an opening paragraph for him.

A college student like him could take a few key points and fill in the rest.

Song Ruochen quickly typed out a year-end report, summarized the work he had done recently, and sent it to the board members. Once that was done, he lay down.

Time to rest—today had been quite long.

—

The next afternoon, Song Ruochen dressed in a red jujube-inspired outfit and took a taxi to the shopping mall Grandma had specifically chosen.

A car sped toward them.

Getting out of the car were the Jian brothers’ grandfather, Jian Si; their grandmother, Chen Wu; their mother, Rong Xin; and a jujube-scented Yan Ci.

“Hello, everyone.” Song Ruochen stepped forward. “I’m here today to accompany Madam.”

“Little Grape!” Yan Ci ran over excitedly. “The fuzzy monster isn’t here today—just the two of us!”

“Madam.” Song Ruochen corrected him. “That’s not how you use ‘just the two of us.’ Also, don’t call me Little Grape.”

“Then you call me Da Zao!” Yan Ci slung an arm around Song Ruochen’s shoulder. “I’m letting you call me that—go ahead, call me, and I’ll answer.”

Song Ruochen: “…”

Such… an energetic jujube.

“Let’s start browsing from the first floor.” Yan Ci suggested. “Grandma wants to buy a new bag.”

Song Ruochen: “Alright.”

This luxury store served juice and desserts. While waiting, Song Ruochen watched Yan Ci start a game.

“Secretary Song.” A voice called out.

Song Ruochen looked up.

Jian Yuheng’s mother had appeared beside him without him noticing.

“Have you tested your pheromone compatibility in the database?” she asked.

Song Ruochen: “0.o?”

“I have.” Song Ruochen replied.

“Our Jian Yuheng has also been tested.” Grandma Chen Wu approached as well, surrounding Song Ruochen. “The database mostly provides anonymous data. I wanted to ask Secretary Song—would you like to test your pheromone compatibility with our Jian Yuheng?”

Song Ruochen: “0.o?”

What did she mean?

“Grandma is asking if you’d like to marry Jian Yuheng.” Yan Ci translated.

Grandma looked at Yan Ci with approval and nodded.

Song Ruochen: “???”

Who wants to marry the villain?!

[Hahahahahaha.]

“System, shut up.” Song Ruochen said to the system.

[.]

[Marrying the villain, hahaha. Leaving aside the parts that got reset, you’ve already provoked Jian Yuheng plenty. Marrying him—you’d get bullied terribly.]

“Thank you both for your kindness. Second Young Master is outstanding.” Song Ruochen said. “However, in the data system, I already have a 100% pheromone match alpha.”

“Oh… that high?” Chen Wu was a little disappointed. “Have you two talked? What’s your current relationship?”

Song Ruochen: “Currently… it’s a rather private relationship.”

Father and son.

“I see.” Chen Wu understood. “Well, I apologize for disturbing you. Personally, I like you a lot. It seems Xiao Ci does too.”

Yan Ci: “0.0 ……”

Even shedding tiny pearls wouldn’t help—Song Ruochen nearly had a heart attack.

He hadn’t even considered marriage with an alpha yet. He still hadn’t figured out all the ABO world rules.

Chen Wu took her time picking out a bag, bought Yan Ci a pretty keychain, and then the group moved to the next destination.

“Secretary Song, let’s get bubble tea!” Yan Ci suggested. “Grandma, do you want one?”

Grandma Chen Wu was momentarily surprised before smiling. “Grandma won’t have any. Xiao Ci, buy some for Secretary Song.”

Yan Ci pulled Song Ruochen along to find a bubble tea shop.

“Little Grape,” Yan Ci said, “I just realized that when I speak boldly, Grandpa and Grandma actually respond to me.”

“If you speak boldly, everyone will respond to you,” Song Ruochen said. “If someone ignores you, just curse them out. They’ll either acknowledge you or end up as your grandson.”

Yan Ci: “…”

Yan Ci patted Song Ruochen’s shoulder and smiled, lips pressed together.

—

Song Ruochen patrolled the entire mall but didn’t spot Da Zao’s parents.

No confrontation today—what a pity.

Jian Feng’s grandmother, Chen Wu, had her driver take Song Ruochen to Xiaoshi. He patted his pockets, didn’t find his work badge, and went straight upstairs to ask Jian Yuheng for it.

【Today wasn’t entirely unproductive.】

【The villain’s family actually took a liking to you, hahaha.】

“Damn.” Just thinking about it made Song Ruochen’s legs tremble. “A competent secretary really is popular.”

Good thing his 100% matched boss had blocked that marriage attempt for him.

【You should properly thank ‘Boss’~】

Song Ruochen opened the “Awo~” app. Father Emperor was offline, positioned in the west.

Was Father Emperor the sun? Rising in the east, setting in the west?

He typed out a message and sent it—

[Corporate Slave]: May Father Emperor’s wishes come true, and may you live a long life.

Then he knocked on Jian Yuheng’s office door.

“Come in,” Jian Yuheng said.

“Second Young Master, where’s my work badge?” Song Ruochen asked.

Jian Yuheng: “…”

Am I some kind of badge refresh point now?

But as it happened, he really had picked it up today—it was in his bookshelf.

“Sit down,” Jian Yuheng said. “When are you going to fix this habit of being forgetful, Secretary Song?”

“Thank you, Second Young Master,” Song Ruochen said.

Absentmindedly, he glanced at his phone screen to see if  oss had replied.

That 100% matched Alpha came in handy quite often.

Song Ruochen: “?”

On his phone screen, Boss’s position, which had been west, suddenly shifted to east.

Song Ruochen: “???”

For privacy reasons, the app didn’t show distances—just direction. But—

Why was this person moving in all directions?!

“Hmm? Where did Assistant Gong put it?” Jian Yuheng closed the bookshelf and moved to the other side.

Song Ruochen: “?”

Ahhhhhh, now it’s north.

No way. No way.

Now it’s south.

“Oh, here it is.” Jian Yuheng found it on the coat rack. “Secretary Song, take your badge.”

Jian Yuheng: “?”

What… the hell?

Suddenly, Song Ruochen started orbiting around him, drenched in sweat, like a moon circling a planet.