Transmigrated into the body of the vain and materialistic ex-girlfriend of a young master

Pei Zixian stared at him for a few seconds.

"Jing Huai," he began, "why bother? Keeping him outside is one thing, but personally overseeing him is another?"

He paused, then said, "Something's wrong with you."

Bo Jinghuai chuckled.

"Pei Zixian, stop lecturing me." He spoke arrogantly.

"My tricks are different from yours."

"Although I only like her pheromones, we've still kissed and hugged each other, so naturally I have to keep an eye on her."

Pei Zixian didn't say anything more.

Bo Jinghuai's thought process has been different from others since childhood.

Rebellious, wild, and arrogant.

Instead of managing the family properly at sixteen, he went off to race recklessly, almost giving Old Master Bo a heart attack.

Even when it comes to playing Omega, people's views are different from those of ordinary people.

Others might play around and then discard the item, but he's different. He kisses and hugs it, and then feels like it's his responsibility.

"Alright." Pei Zixian didn't try to persuade him any further. "Whatever you say."

Bo Jinghuai shifted his posture. "Have you found out who posted the rumor on the forum last time?"

Pei Zixian picked up the tablet, tapped a few times, and pushed it over.

There is a document on the screen.

Zhao Mengyan, female, Omega, A-rank. Her father runs a building materials company and is currently trying to establish connections with the Lu family.

"She posted it," Pei Zixian said.

Bo Jinghuai glanced at it, his eyes turning cold.

"S University is a top-tier institution of higher learning and a gathering place for the elite," Pei Zixian said.

"From the very beginning, the forum has guaranteed that it will not infringe on the privacy of others."

"Of course, this is just the official explanation, meant to coax them into speaking freely while secretly gathering information."

"S University's forum is now highly regarded and can be considered a fairly large intelligence network."

"Jinghuai, do you think we should handle this differently?"

Bo Jinghuai remained silent for a few seconds.

"I didn't intend to ruin the reputation of S University Forum outside," he finally said.

"Let her vent her anger herself."

Pei Zixian raised an eyebrow. "Su Jingsheng?"

"Hmm." Bo Jinghuai stood up, walked to the window, and looked at the bustling students downstairs.

"If I solve it easily, she won't feel a sense of accomplishment."

Pei Zixian looked at his tall, straight back and tugged at the corner of her lips.

It also gives you a sense of accomplishment.

They really know how to make excuses.

"By the way," Bo Jinghuai turned around, "have my student registration procedures been completed?"

Pei Zixian nodded, "It's all taken care of. Music major, senior, classmate of Su Jingsheng."

Bo Jinghuai was satisfied.

"I'm gone."

Pei Zixian watched him walk to the door, then suddenly spoke, "Jing Huai."

Bo Jinghuai turned back.

"Your feelings for Su Jingsheng," Pei Zixian looked at him, "are you really just attracted to her pheromones?"

Bo Jinghuai paused for a moment.

"Otherwise what? Do you think I actually like that snobbish, gold-grubbing woman?"

"It's just a physiological attraction brought about by highly compatible pheromones."

"It's my genes at work, not my intention."

After he finished speaking, he opened the door and went out.

The door closed.

Pei Zixian sat in the chair and pushed up his glasses.

Stubborn.

He picked up the tablet and opened another page.

The above is a screenshot from the campus surveillance footage last night.

Although blurry, it's clear that Bo Jinghuai is carrying someone, his movements careful yet practiced.

Pei Zixian looked at the screenshot and shook his head.

Forget it.

Bo Jinghuai's situation is something he himself can't understand, and no amount of advice from others will help.

……

At 2 p.m., the large classroom in the art building was packed with people.

The seats, which are usually sparsely populated, were packed today, with many people even standing in the aisles.

Everyone was talking in hushed tones, their eyes occasionally glancing towards the window seat in the back row.

Bo Jinghuai sat there.

He wore a simple black shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, and his long legs stretched out casually under the desk, with nowhere to go.

The entire classroom erupted in excitement.

"Young Master Bo really did come to class."

"Why is he a senior? Didn't he graduate a long time ago?"

"I heard they processed the transfer application, and he'll go straight into the music department."

"Music major? Young Master Bo is interested in music?"

"Who knows? Maybe they're here to keep Shen Qingyue company."

"Of course, what else could it be?"

Su Jingsheng walked into the classroom with the sheet music in her arms and saw Bo Jinghuai in the back row.

He said he was going back to school last night, and today he's actually sitting in the classroom.

The efficiency of the young master Bo is indeed frighteningly fast.

She pursed her lips, found an empty seat near the front, and sat down far away from him.

As soon as I put down the sheet music, someone sat down next to me.

It was Zhou Yuxuan again; she seemed to particularly enjoy gossiping with her.

"Jing Sheng," Zhou Yuxuan leaned closer and whispered, "Look behind you, it's Young Master Bo!"

Su Jingsheng nodded. "I saw it."

"Why did he suddenly come to class?" Zhou Yuxuan muttered softly. "Could it really be because of Shen Qingyue?"

Su Jingsheng didn't reply, and opened the sheet music.

Zhou Yuxuan continued, "But Shen Qingyue should be here today too. She usually takes lessons in a private practice room, so it's rare for her to come to the large classroom."

No sooner had the words been spoken than a slender figure appeared at the classroom door.

Shen Qingyue walked in.

Today she wore a light beige dress, her long hair flowed smoothly over her shoulders, her makeup was exquisite and appropriate, and she held a sheet music in her hand.

Upon seeing Bo Jinghuai, she paused for a moment, then smiled gently and walked towards him.

"Jinghuai." She sat down in the empty seat next to Bo Jinghuai, her voice soft.

"Why are you here for class?"

Bo Jinghuai raised his eyes and glanced at her. "Interested? Come and listen."

Shen Qingyue's smile remained unchanged. "That's perfect. I have complete notes for this course, I can show them to you later."

Bo Jinghuai hummed in agreement, but didn't say anything more.

All eyes in the classroom were on them.

"See, I told you I came for Shen Qingyue."

"They look so good together."

"Senior Shen is an S-class Omega and a musical genius. She and Young Master Bo are childhood sweethearts. They are a perfect match."

"I'm so envious, being able to sit so close to Young Master Bo."

"I heard that the two families are considering a marriage alliance; perhaps good things are just around the corner."

Su Jingsheng lowered her eyes to look at the sheet music, her fingers gently turning a page.

She could hear the conversation behind her, pursed her lips, propped her chin on her hand, and looked out the window.

Bo Jinghuai appeared to be staring at the podium, but his gaze was actually fixed on the slender figure in the front row.

Su Jingsheng's hair was black and soft, and her head was tilted to the side, as if she was lost in thought.

Bo Jinghuai stared at the back of her neck, recalling how she had clung to his neck and sobbed softly last night, and felt a surge of desire.

He made an excuse for himself, saying that it was wrong not to pay attention in class.

After class, I can secretly ask her out and teach her a lesson in private.