The Self-cultivation of Omega Running with the Ball

After the teacher finished speaking, it was time for the parents to have free time. Wen Zhiyao took Wen Qiu’s hand and wanted to introduce him to his “best friend”.

He has many friends, but there is only one who can be called "the best".

Wen Qiu was also a little curious, so he was pulled to the corner of the classroom, where he saw a child squatting there like a kitten looking at a potted plant. The child was thin and skinny, and from the back he could see a head of beautiful long, silky hair.

Hey, is his best friend a girl? Wen Qiu was confused for a moment, and then he saw Wen Zhiyao patting the child on the shoulder, "Lan Ze!"

Lan Ze immediately turned around as if startled, revealing a small, pitiful face the size of a palm.

Oh, it’s a boy, and an overly delicate and handsome boy.

"Lan Ze, this is my father." Wen Zhiyao excitedly introduced Wen Qiu to him.

Lan Ze slowly raised his head and said softly, "Hello."

His voice was also soft, like a kitten with its eyes closed.

"Hello, Xiao Lanze." Wen Qiu greeted him in a friendly manner, thinking that his last name was quite rare. But the child seemed a little slow and not very smart.

Speaking of which, Wen Zhiyao is a bit arrogant and looks down on idiots. During breaks, he likes to chat with their knowledgeable history teacher who is in his sixties - how could he like such a stupid friend?
"Lan Ze, you're running around again!" A shrill female voice came over, followed by a strong smell of perfume. A young and beautiful woman walked over in high heels and yelled at Lan Ze in annoyance.

Lan Ze immediately clenched his hands nervously. Wen Qiu noticed that he was even shaking. The woman just gave him a look and he immediately followed her obediently without even bothering to say hello to Wen Zhiyao.

"That's his mother, she's very fierce." Wen Zhiyao stuck out his tongue, "Usually when it's just the two of us, he talks more."

"Is he your best friend?" Wen Qiu asked. Apart from being good-looking, it seemed that he did not meet Wen Zhiyao's standards for choosing a friend in any other way.

"Yeah, I'll tell you in secret," Wen Zhiyao pulled Wen Qiu's sleeve so that he could bend down so he could talk in his ear. "Actually, on the first day of school, I saw someone bullying Lan Ze. He was very stupid. He didn't fight back or tell the teacher... So I told everyone that Lan Ze was my best friend, and whoever bullied him was against me. That way, no one dared to touch him."

After Wen Qiu heard the whole story, he rubbed Wen Zhiyao's head vigorously and praised him, "Good boy, you did the right thing."

What he was thinking was: This is terrible, this child can’t take care of himself at home all day, so he has to go out and find someone to take care of him!
"Hmm!" Wen Zhiyao had no idea what his father was thinking, and raised his little face proudly.

"Hey, Zhiyao's father, can I ask you a few questions?" At this time, a group of parents saw that Qiu was free, so they surrounded him to ask him for parenting tips.

"My son Xiaoyue's math grades just won't improve. Can I ask how you teach him?"

Wen Qiu was surrounded by people and had to make up some non-existent parenting tips - he couldn't say that Wen Zhiyao was self-taught at the age of five and knew how to touch the temperature of his laptop to check whether he was working late at night!

Wen Zhiyao felt bored after listening to the polite words for a while, so he took the opportunity to sneak away, looked around and asked around, and finally found his uncle Pei in the secluded equipment classroom next door. The man in casual clothes sat on the desk with his long legs on the ground, as if he was having a conference call, and what came out of his mouth were astronomical figures of hundreds of millions.

"Uncle Pei!" Wen Zhiyao ran up to him with a clear purpose and called him sweetly.

Strangely enough, this person who only existed vaguely in his childhood memories made him feel extremely close and familiar. He couldn't help but want to get closer just by seeing him.

Even if it wasn't this instinctive impulse, he still felt that Pei Du was very special. He was handsome, mature, elegant, and especially kind. He was truly the most perfect and powerful ALPHA he had ever seen.

Seeing him coming, Pei Du paused the meeting without thinking, threw his phone aside, then hugged him and let him sit on his lap, "Where's your father?"

"We're surrounded and can't leave." Wen Zhiyao sat down carefully, grabbed his pants with his little hands, sniffed, and always felt that Uncle Pei had a very nice smell.

"Your father is so popular." Pei Du said.

"Yes, a lot of people like him." Wen Zhiyao snapped his fingers, as if he was counting, "The people chasing after dad can line up from the playground to the school gate!"

"What about your father? Does he like them?" Pei Du asked faintly, "Is he dating anyone?"

Wen Zhiyao shook his head and said naively: "I don't know. Every time those people came to see Dad, he would make an excuse that he had something important to do, and then he would leave me to Ms. Celine. Ms. Celine was my nanny in the UK..."

Although he was intelligent, he had no knowledge of such matters, and naturally he had no idea what kind of shock these words would cause in Pei Du's heart.

He just felt Uncle Pei's arms coming over and hugging him tighter. He felt a little shy again and whispered in Pei Du's ear: "What about Uncle Pei? Do you like daddy?"

Without any hesitation, Pei Du told him: "I like it."

"Do you like it very much?"

"Yeah, I like it very much."

"Uncle Pei, don't you have anyone else you like?"

"No."

"Oh..." Wen Zhiyao had found out all the information, and a sentence was brewing in his mind. He wanted to say - Uncle Pei, you be my ALPHA's father!
It's not that he particularly wants an Alpha father. He has a father, which is enough. But he thinks it's better for his father to have an Alpha to take care of him, so that he can eat on time, rest well, exercise more, and drink less. And when his father is sad, she can comfort him, and when he is helpless, she can help him... After all, he is too young. He can only watch many things but can't do anything. There are many more things that he can only feel vaguely and can't figure out. He wants to grow up quickly every day, just like his brother Albert. He is only 16 years old, but he is already meters tall, like an iron tower. When he grows to that height, he can carry his father back to the room after he gets drunk.

He looked at Pei Du, with a lot of things in his mind, but he also knew that it was very rude to rashly say such things to an ALPHA that he was not so familiar with, and his father didn't seem to like Uncle Pei that much...

"What's wrong?" Pei Du rubbed his little face again, as if no matter how much he rubbed it, it was not enough. "Why are you suddenly sad?"

"I don't know..." Wen Zhiyao didn't know how to answer, so he buried his face in his arms again. Then he felt the strong hand belonging to ALPHA, gently patting his back, as if awakening memories from his childhood. At that time, Uncle Pei must have hugged him so gently...

"Xiao Zhiliao," Pei Du asked in his ear again, "Do you have a particularly good memory?"

"Yeah." Wen Zhiyao nodded repeatedly.

"Then let me test you. I will only tell you this string of numbers once and see if you can remember it."

"Yeah!" Wen Zhiyao's eyes lit up and he was ready for battle, especially wanting to show himself in front of Pei Du.

So Pei Du reported a string of 11 digits, and Wen Zhiyao immediately repeated it, and then recited it backwards, without any mistake.

"Good boy," Pei Du touched his head, "Remember it and don't forget it."

"I won't forget it," Wen Zhiyao shyly pulled his finger, "So, Uncle Pei, can I call you when you are free?"

Pei Du was about to answer when suddenly the door of the equipment room opened and a figure against the light appeared in front of the door.

"I heard about Yao."

Dad seldom called his full name, and every time he did, it meant he was angry. Wen Zhiyao shrank his neck and quickly got out of Uncle Pei's arms. Wen Qiu pointed outside the door, and Wen Zhiyao walked out dejectedly, then took the initiative to close the door.

With his back against the door, he could hear the vague sound of a conversation inside. Both of them deliberately lowered their voices, but Wen Zhiyao could sense that they were arguing.

His little head drooped down, and he thought sadly, if only he could grow up quickly.

When he grows up, he will definitely understand why all this happened.

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After returning from the parents' meeting that day, Wen Qiu looked calm and indifferent, and didn't seem to get angry about anything. Wen Zhiyao breathed a sigh of relief. An angry father was scary. It wasn't that he would beat or scold people, but that he would lock himself up and drink alone.

Everything went on as usual that day, including the goodnight kisses. Wen Zhiyao climbed into bed early, but couldn't fall asleep. He was still thinking about Pei Du - he found that he was somewhat addicted to Uncle Pei's scent, and he always thought about it when he couldn't smell it. You know, when he smelled the pheromones of other adult ALPHAs, he felt very repulsive.

After rolling around on the bed in annoyance, Wen Zhiyao picked up his quilt and prepared to go to sleep with his father. When he walked into his father's room, a cool breeze blew in his face. It turned out that the floor-to-ceiling sliding door of the balcony was not closed.

Looking over there in the starlight and moonlight, I saw Wen Qiu leaning on the balcony railing smoking a cigarette. He was only lazily wearing pajamas, with a cigarette between his fingertips, staring aimlessly at the black ridgeline in the distance.

In this silent night, all the gorgeous decorations he presented to the outside world were stripped away, leaving only the plain background. The moonlight fell on him, and his skin seemed to be made of warm jade. Occasionally, there were sleepless birds singing in the forest, and the night wind blew past, taking away the light smoke lingering between his fingers.

This is also the side of his father that he is unwilling to show to himself, but Wen Zhiyao can feel that his father has actually always been very lonely.

"It's so cold," he walked forward, stood on tiptoe and covered Wen Qiu with his small quilt, "You're going to catch a cold."

Wen Qiu was surprised by his arrival and put out his cigarette on the railing. "Aren't you going to sleep?"

"I can't sleep," Wen Zhiyao held his hand and felt a chill, so he stubbornly wanted to pull Wen Qiu to the bed, "I want daddy to sleep with me and sing a lullaby for me."

Before his thoughts had settled down, Wen Qiu murmured softly, "My singing is not as good as his..."

Then he lowered his head and stared at the child's face. His slightly frowned and serious look undoubtedly made him look more like Pei Du. Once again, Wen Qiu asked the question: "Xiao Zhiliao, do you want a father?"

Wen Zhiyao looked up at him and asked, "Dad, do you want a husband?"

"Ha," Wen Qiu cursed with a smile and tapped his forehead with his index finger, "Wen Zhiyao, how old are you?" Look at what you are saying?

"If Daddy wants it, I want it." Wen Zhiyao hugged his waist tightly, like a spoiled child, "If Daddy doesn't want it, I don't want it either."

Wen Qiu pulled his earlobe and said, "Get out of the way."

Wen Zhiyao refused, and buried his head even tighter. Dad himself might not have realized that he had the sweet scent of OMEGA flowers, which was also faintly chilly. After meeting Uncle Pei today, he was even more certain of this.

Dad has always had the scent of Uncle Pei, and it has never changed over the years.

(End of this chapter)