Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

(This sultry, yandere vibe is so satisfying! Please leave lots of comments! Love you all!)

Shi Ran finally read the character settings carefully. This time, the system was quite lenient with him; the school was a pretty good one.

But then he thought, wait a minute...

So, does he have to start from scratch and study in the third year of a medical major?

[Tongzi, I know you can hear me, stop pretending to be dead.]

Tongzi: Silence.

Shi Ran took a deep breath. "Good lad."

He found the dormitory according to the address in the information. It was a four-person room with a crumpled duty roster pasted on the door.

They didn't choose their specific major until their second year, and due to special circumstances, they took online classes for a year. In fact, they weren't very familiar with the people in their dorm.

As soon as he pushed open the door, three pairs of eyes turned to look at him.

The one closest to the door was the first to react; a fair-skinned Omega approached with a smile.

"Shi Ran, you're back? I thought you'd been living in internet cafes all semester."

Shi Ran glanced at the information that popped into his mind. This should be Song Yu, the one he was closest to in the dormitory.

Not far away, a boy who was getting his hair styled in front of a mirror slowly turned around, glanced at him from head to toe, curled his lip, and said in a sarcastic tone:

"He doesn't want to go back. Why don't you ask him if he'll agree to it for his credits?"

Zhou Lin, the show-off rich second-generation in the information.

Song Yu stood in front of Shi Ran and immediately retorted, "Zhou Lin, you've been racking your brains all afternoon. Are you going to class or on a date?"

Zhou Lin, who had directly outlined the process, asked in surprise, "Hey, how did you know I was going to Professor Wen's class?"

Song Yu rolled his eyes, exchanged a glance with Shi Ran, and silently mouthed, "Who asked him?"

Shi Ran simply smiled silently.

It's Teacher Wen again. Just who is he? He's really curious.

Shi Ran walked straight to his desk, which was covered in a layer of dust. He wiped his finger across it, leaving a mark.

He tore off a tissue and started wiping. Song Yu leaned closer, resting against the bedpost beside him.

Are you really going to class this afternoon?

"Go." Shi Ran crumpled the dirty tissue into a ball and threw it into the trash can. "Didn't we say we were going to take attendance?"

"Yes, yes, I answered all the previous questions for you. Oh, you don't know... I get so bored in class by myself."

Shi Ran turned to look at him and smiled, "Thanks."

Song Yu paused for a moment, staring at his face for two seconds: "Shi Ran, you have dimples when you smile! They're so pretty."

Shi Ran subconsciously glanced at the small mirror on the table.

The person in the mirror looked almost the same as before, just a bit younger.

Her hair was neatly styled, she wore black-rimmed glasses, her face was full of collagen, and her eyes were rounder.

He tried to curve the corner of his mouth, and there was indeed a shallow dimple on the left.

Just then, Zhou Lin grabbed his bag and went out, deliberately slamming it shut with a "bang".

The door closed, and the dormitory was quiet for a moment.

The boy who had been huddled in the upper bunk without saying a word finally poked his head out. It was Lin Ye: "What time is it and he's already gone to class?"

Song Yu had disliked him for a long time. "He's just saving seats. It's hard to get a seat in the first row of Professor Wen's class."

Shi Ran paused in her wiping motion on the table: "Teacher Wen?"

"yes."

Song Yu perked up, his eyes lighting up.

"You don't know Professor Wen? He's my idol! He's an associate professor at such a young age, tall, handsome, and has a great voice."

He leaned closer and lowered his voice, "No way, I have to take you to see him during break today. Let me make this clear, he's my crush, don't try to take him from me."

Shi Ran looked at him and nodded thoughtfully.

Do not worry.

I stole it from him.

It's been so long since I graduated that I've long forgotten what it felt like to be a student. Sitting back in the classroom now feels like torture.

He didn't even know which chapter he was on, and he'd forgotten his glasses.

The most painful thing was that he had no medical knowledge, and all those medical terms made his head spin.

I recognize each character individually, but when put together, I have no idea what it means.

After a long class, they finally got to a break. Song Yu immediately got up excitedly and dragged him upstairs.

"Why are you so enthusiastic about Teacher Wen's class?"

Shi Ran followed him upstairs while asking questions.

Song Yu turned and glanced at him, her expression exaggerated: "What's wrong with you? It's your lack of enthusiasm for Teacher Wen that's the problem, okay?"

Shi Ran just said "oh" and didn't pay much attention.

We've arrived at the third floor.

The corridor was packed with people, all peering through the windows, three or four deep.

Shi Ran was taken aback for a moment: "So many people, all here to see him?"

"That's still considered a small amount."

Song Yu skillfully squeezed into the crowd, Shi Ran followed behind, and finally found a seat by the window.

He glanced inside; the lecture hall was packed, but that wasn't the point.

The key point is the person on the podium.

Unfortunately, Shi Ran wasn't wearing her glasses today, so from a distance she could only see a blurry outline.

A white shirt, and the frames of thin silver glasses reflected the light, making them difficult to see clearly.

But the voice was clear, unhurried, and patiently guiding.

Like a late-night radio host, magnetic and gentle, making you want to keep listening.

It's like they're coaxing you, or asking you, "Did you understand?"

As you listen, you unconsciously lean forward, trying to hear the sound more clearly.

Then you suddenly realize that what you're listening to isn't something good; it's a horror story.

Just like now, that gentle, unhurried tone is actually describing how to dissect the human body.

Like a piece of porcelain with crackled ice.

The glaze is lustrous and has a gentle sheen, but upon closer inspection, one can see that it is covered with dense cracks that extend from the glaze all the way down to the body.

When you look at them, you feel like they might break at any moment.

But it didn't.

It remained cracked, perfectly cracked, for a thousand years without breaking.

Wen Yiheng's voice is the same—gentle, magnetic, and makes people want to get closer.

But beneath that gentleness lies something cold, empty, and cracked.

As you listen, you suddenly don't know whether you're feeling warmed or frozen.

The thought suddenly popped into his mind, and he shuddered.

The voice from the podium continued, "Clinically, it's about locating the ulnar nerve..."

Just then, a boy in the back row suddenly raised his voice deliberately, with a hint of mockery:

"Teacher Wen, can I still play video games if my ulnar nerve is injured?"

A low chuckle rippled through the classroom.

Wen Yiheng stopped what she was doing and turned to look in the direction of the sound.

He still wore that gentle smile, yet there seemed to be no trace of him being amused.

The boy shut up sheepishly after just one glance from him.

Wen Yiheng turned back and continued flipping to the next page of the PPT, as if nothing had happened.

Shi Ran's lips suddenly curved into a smile.

That's more like it. What's so fun about a gentle and mild-mannered gentleman?

As he was thinking, he felt a gaze sweep over him.

A very casual glance.

But he had a sudden intuition that the person's gaze lingered on him for a moment.

But Song Yu excitedly tugged at his sleeve, "Did you see that? Did you see that? Teacher Wen just looked over here!"

Before Shi Ran could say anything, the bell rang to signal the end of get out of class.

A commotion broke out in the classroom. Zhou Lin, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and saw Shi Ran and Song Yu leaning against the window. He curled his lip and swaggered over.

"These people who audit classes are so annoying."

He deliberately raised his voice, glancing at Shi Ran, "Teacher Wen already said no more peeking through the windows, so if you're so capable, go ahead and steal the class yourself."

Song Yu was so angry that his face turned red, and he opened his mouth to retort.

Shi Ran grabbed his arm and said in a low voice, "Let's go, our class is about to start."

Song Yu glared at Zhou Lin resentfully before being dragged downstairs by Shi Ran.

Back in the classroom, I endured another painful general education class.

Shi Ran spent the whole time drawing circles on the paper; it was like a mysterious book!

It was already dark when get out of class ended, and Song Yu pulled him to go to the cafeteria together.

Song Yu kept talking the whole way, occasionally replying casually, but his mind was elsewhere.

What's so special about Wen Yiheng?

Why is he his last instance? What is the system's purpose in placing him here?

As he was thinking, he suddenly felt many people around him looking at him.

Shi Ran looked around in confusion, and when she turned around, she realized there was a car behind her.

It was a black sedan, understated, but it didn't look cheap.

He and Song Yu walked in the middle of the road, and the car didn't urge them on, just slowly following behind, like a patient hunter patrolling its territory.

Song Yu also turned around and saw it, and was so frightened that he immediately pulled Shi Ran to the side:

"Damn it, I'm blocking their way!"

Shi Ran glanced at the people in the car and paused for a moment.

The man sat in the driver's seat, one hand resting on the steering wheel, in a relaxed posture.

The car was dimly lit, and his profile was flashed by the streetlights, creating a play of light and shadow.

Song Yu tightened his grip on Shi Ran's arm: "Damn it, Shi Ran! We're blocking Teacher Wen's way!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the car stopped in front of them.

The car window slowly rolled down, revealing a face with a faint smile.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

He spoke, his voice as gentle as it was in the classroom.

Shi Ran then got a clear look at Wen Yiheng's appearance, and upon closer inspection, she realized that this person was almost too beautiful.

Her skin was very fair, with a faint glow. Thin silver-rimmed glasses sat on her nose, and behind the lenses were very light-colored eyes, amber, like honey filtered through sunlight.

His features are the kind of good looks that are neither rushed nor impatient; his nose is neither blunt nor sharp, and the curve of his lips is just right.

Shi Ran dared not imagine how crazy he would have been if there had been such a teacher at her university.

No wonder all those students were scrambling to take his classes.

Song Yu waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no! We weren't watching where we were going, sorry Teacher Wen!"

Shi Ran remained silent.

His gaze passed over Wen Yiheng and landed on the passenger seat.

There was a bouquet of flowers there, a few simple white roses, wrapped in kraft paper, casually placed on the chair.

Is this a pre-arranged meeting?

Shi Ran's gaze lingered only briefly before Wen Yiheng's hand landed on the flowers, and she said, "They were given to me as a joke by a few students."

Shi Ran slightly raised her eyebrows.

He didn't ask any questions, nor did he show any curiosity; his gaze simply lingered on the bouquet of flowers for a moment.

But Wen Yiheng took the initiative to explain.

It wasn't said to Song Yu, it was said to him.

Is it worthwhile for a complete stranger, a student who's just sitting by the window auditing a class, to give a special explanation about the origin of a bouquet of flowers?

Shi Ran remained silent throughout, merely observing and scrutinizing.

Wen Yiheng didn't say anything more, glanced at Shi Ran, and slowly closed the car window.

Song Yu watched Wen Yiheng drive away with great affection, and only jumped up after the car had gone far away.

"Aaaaaaah, Teacher Wen! Teacher Wen actually spoke to me! Shi Ran, did you see that?! He even smiled at us!"

Shi Ran stood there, sighed, and thought to herself, "I finally understand why he's the last dungeon; it looks incredibly difficult."

The system's voice slowly rang out: "Strictly speaking, everyone is difficult, but didn't you successfully win them all over? Play to your strengths! Shi Xiaoran is your target now!"

What are the advantages?

[Strive to be an academic Daji!]

Just as Shi Ran was about to curse, Song Yu came over.

"Are you scared out of your wits? Why haven't you said a word?"

Shi Ran looked away and smiled somewhat helplessly.

"Yes, I'm completely smitten with your teacher, Ms. Wen."

Song Yu replied nonchalantly, "It's only natural. Hey, do you think Teacher Wen will remember me from now on?"

Shi Ran took a deep breath and quickened her pace.

He didn't want to tell Song Yu that Wen Yiheng had taken the initiative to stop the car, explain, and smile—everything was initiated by Wen Yiheng.

If he wanted, he could toy with little Song Yu several times over, and Song Yu wouldn't even have time to catch his breath.

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On the other side, Wen Yiheng's car smoothly drove out of the school gate and merged into the traffic.

He drove two blocks, stopped by the roadside, and threw the bouquet of flowers from the passenger seat into the trash can.

The action was swift and decisive, without any hesitation.

He rolled up the car window, and the car became quiet again.

Classical music flowed from the speakers; it was Bach's unaccompanied cello suites, deep and soothing, carrying a sense of ancient order.

Wen Yiheng's fingers rested on the steering wheel, tapping it slowly and deliberately.

He recalled those eyes from earlier—calm, with an undisguised scrutiny, as if they were dissecting something.

That look wasn't something an ordinary student would have; the way he looked at him wasn't like how you look at a teacher.

It's more like... eyeing prey.

He recalled the name he had heard before the car window rolled down, and murmured it to himself.

"Sometimes...?"

The light turned green, and Wen Yiheng released the brake, her smile widening.

He was in a good mood today.