Damn it, I'm surrounded by insane Alphas!

(Six thousand words coming! This is so exciting~ Please leave lots of comments, otherwise I won't have the motivation to keep updating!)

The news had probably spread, because the next day during Wen Yiheng's class, there were noticeably more onlookers outside the classroom.

During break, Shi Ran only went to the restroom, but when she came back, both the front and back doors were completely blocked.

"This is way too exaggerated..."

Shi Ran sighed helplessly and leaned against the wall in the corridor. Since she couldn't squeeze in anyway, she might as well wait outside for a while.

"Hey, classmate."

An unfamiliar voice came from the side.

Suddenly, I looked up and saw a person standing against the light. He was very tall, and his figure showed that he was someone who exercised regularly. He had deep-set features.

Shi Ran paused for a moment when she met his eyes, because they looked so alike.

It was just like those eyes that were always watching him, the eyes that belonged to Fu Yanshen.

Shi Ran stared at that face, momentarily forgetting to speak.

The person opposite him felt a little uncomfortable under his gaze, smiled, and extended his hand. "Hello, I'm Fei Shen."

Still in a daze, he almost suspected it was a prank by the system, deliberately finding someone who looked somewhat like Fu Yanshen.

Why are you testing whether you've truly moved on?

Moreover, the person in front of me is also an Alpha; it's obvious.

"Classmate?" Fei Shen's hand was still outstretched.

Shi Ran then came to her senses, looked at the hand, hesitated for a moment, and then took it.

"You're here to see Teacher Wen too?"

Wait... how come Wen Yiheng is involved with both AOs (male and female)?

The person opposite smiled and shook their head. "No, I came to find you."

Shi Ran was taken aback. "Do we know each other?"

"You forgot? I forgot my card at the cafeteria that day, and you swiped it for me. Later, I said I wanted to transfer the money to you, but I couldn't find you."

He paused for a moment, then said, "I've been looking for it for several days."

Shi Ran squinted and thought about it, and it seemed that there was such a thing.

He was in a hurry to get to class, so he just helped someone swipe their card. It was only a few dollars, and he didn't care at all.

"It's nothing, no need to be so polite."

"No, no." Fei Shen took out his phone. "Can we add each other on WeChat? I'll transfer the money to you."

Shi Ran never adds strangers on WeChat, not in the past, and not now.

But this person... occasionally lowered his eyes and still took out his phone.

He didn't know what he was doing, but he really found it hard to say no to those eyes.

The other party's auto-request message popped up: Fei Shen, captain of the school's men's basketball team.

Shi Ran glanced at him, then looked up. "You're on the basketball team?"

Fei Shen smiled and nodded, "Yes, we have a match this afternoon, want to come watch?"

Just as Shi Ran was about to refuse, a gentle voice came from behind her.

"Recess is over."

Shi Ran turned around and saw that the crowd at the back door of the classroom had dispersed at some point, and Wen Yiheng was standing at the door.

But his gaze did not fall on Shi Ran; instead, it passed right past her.

That direction is where Fei Shen is standing.

Shi Ran glanced around. There were indeed other people in the corridor, but it seemed that he was the only one who actually had class.

Who was Wen Yiheng saying this to? Don't make it too obvious.

Shi Ran turned around and smiled at Fei Shen, "I can't go this afternoon, I have something to do, I'll go back to class first."

After saying that, he quickly walked towards the back door.

Fei Shen called out from behind, "Let's meet another day then." His voice wasn't loud, but the corridor was spacious, and every word was crystal clear.

Wen Yiheng stood guard at the back door, and only closed the door herself after Shi Ran came in.

In the classroom, Song Yu and several classmates in the front row turned their heads in unison. Song Yu was the first to gossip, "Shi Ran, do you know Fei Shen?"

Wen Yiheng walked past the side passageway, slowing her pace slightly.

"We just met." Shi Ran pulled out a chair and sat down, puzzled. "How come you all know him?"

Song Yu got excited and turned around to lie down on Shi Ran's table.

"Fei Shen, he's a legendary figure in men's basketball, who doesn't know him? Last year, our school made it to the top eight in the national CUBA, and he was the captain!"

The classmate sitting next to Song Yu chimed in, "And I heard his family is incredibly rich; that Panamera in the parking lot belongs to him."

Shi Ran was stunned. "No way... someone so rich would add me on WeChat just to pay back 20 yuan? Could it really be..."

Song Yu paused, his eyes narrowing. "Shi Ran, he's not pursuing you, is he?"

Shi Ran stiffened, feeling inexplicably guilty. "You're overthinking it."

"You're overthinking it? He came all the way to the classroom door to find you, added you on WeChat, and even invited you to watch the game. You think I'm overthinking it?"

Shi Ran opened her mouth, but before she could speak, two clear coughs came from the podium.

It wasn't heavy, but the entire classroom fell silent instantly.

"Let's continue the lesson."

Song Yu turned back awkwardly, and when he looked up, he saw Wen Yiheng standing on the podium, without a trace of a smile on her lips.

Surely not? Would he really be jealous of his own wife?

As Shi Ran was thinking, he caught a glimpse of someone outside the classroom window. When he looked over, he realized that Fei Shen hadn't left.

He waved to Shi Ran, then pointed to his phone.

Only when he took out his phone did he see Fei Shen's WeChat message.

[I doubt you'd accept payment. I ordered milk tea for your whole class; it'll probably be delivered right after class.]

Shi Ran stared at that line of text, with only one thought in her mind: It's over.

Okay, okay, this is bad.

Oh no, oh no, this is great!

Isn't this exactly what Wen Yiheng is doing?

He guiltily raised his head and met Wen Yiheng's gaze, which was like a judgment.

The entire second half of the class was sometimes so uncomfortable that I felt like I was sitting on pins and needles; the chair felt like it had thorns on it, and no matter how I sat, it was uncomfortable.

The clock finally struck twelve. Just as Wen Yiheng announced the end of get out of class, a student in the first row opened the door and rushed out.

They had probably been holding back for half a class period, and their footsteps faded away in the corridor.

A burst of laughter rang out in the classroom. Just then, someone noticed the two large milk tea bags by the door.

"Huh? Who ordered so much milk tea?"

Upon hearing this, Song Yu jumped up and rushed to the door to start rummaging through the bags.

"Where did this soft-hearted god come from! Teacher Wen, did you give...?"

He flipped the order over and saw who placed it. "Holy crap, is this the deepest one? So many? Is it for everyone in our class?"

Everyone in the class turned around to look at Shi Ran without prior arrangement.

Suddenly finding herself nowhere to hide, she weakly explained, "No, no... I'm really not familiar with him, I just helped him once before..."

"Whether we're close or not!" Song Yu raised the milk tea in his hand, his voice loud enough to be heard throughout the entire floor, "They've ordered milk tea for our class! Anyway, I've given my approval to this marriage!"

He lowered his head and started counting the milk tea in the bag. "Let me see... nineteen cups in total. Hey, there's one left over?"

He rolled his eyes, picked out the most expensive glass, and swaggered toward the podium.

Whenever I see that direction, I wish I could bury my face in the desk drawer.

Song Yu was quite pleased with himself, and even held up the cup of milk tea with a grin, offering it with both hands.

"Teacher Wen, there's still a cup for you."

Upon hearing this, Wen Yiheng raised her head slightly, forced a smile, and said, "I don't drink these, you can share them."

"I see." Song Yu immediately took the cup. "Then I'll reluctantly have two."

Zhou Lin, sitting in the first row, scoffed, "You drink three cups. I don't drink that kind of garbage."

Shi Ran could hardly bear to watch what was happening on the stage. Several classmates surrounded him, bombarding him with questions about Fei Shen.

He only explained that they weren't familiar with each other, and out of the corner of his eye, he saw Wen Yiheng pick up her bag and leave through the front door.

Shi Ran paused for a moment, then quickly grabbed her coat and ran out of the classroom.

"Teacher Wen!"

Shi Ran kept calling after him, but the man seemed not to hear her at all, and walked straight into the elevator without slowing down.

Finally, just as the elevator doors were closing, Shi Ran, panting heavily, squeezed inside.

There were only the two of them in the elevator, and Shi Ran's breathing was particularly noticeable.

He began to curse the man in his heart, thinking how petty he was, not even giving him a chance to explain.

But is Wen Yiheng really doing this because of herself?

They've only known each other for a short time, and someone like him would get jealous so easily?

Shi Ran was still clutching the cup of milk tea in her hand, biting the straw as she thought.

Wen Yiheng suddenly asked, "Is it good?"

Shi Ran immediately replied, "It doesn't taste good, it's spoiled."

Wen Yiheng turned her head to stare at him, and immediately regretted it. That quick wit was really inappropriate.

He had no choice but to change the subject, holding up the jacket draped over his arm, "Here's your jacket, teacher, thank you."

Wen Yiheng glanced down at it but didn't take it.

"It's raining outside," he said. "You should wear it for now."

Shi Ran let out a soft "Oh," and the elevator had reached the basement level, the parking lot.

This was his first time in the school parking lot, and he was dumbfounded when he looked around.

Goodness, they're all luxury cars.

Are these teachers at the school really that rich?

As he was thinking, Wen Yiheng stopped in front of a car, a McLaren.

Well, the biggest tycoon walked confidently in front of him.

And it's different from the car I saw last time, so did he... specifically change his car today?

Wen Yiheng naturally opened the passenger door for him, but didn't say anything until the car started moving, she was extremely taciturn.

Just then, Shi Ran's phone, which was on her lap, vibrated. It was a voice message from Song Yu.

He forgot he didn't have his headphones on and just opened it.

Song Yu's booming voice blared through the car: "Where did you go? Did you go on a date with Fei Shen...?"

Shi Ran hurriedly cut off the voice message and stuffed her phone back into her bag.

The car fell silent again.

He didn't dare look at Wen Yiheng, and Wen Yiheng didn't say anything either, but just reached out and pressed the air conditioner.

It's raining today, and there's already a cold snap in early spring, yet he still turned on the cold air.

Shi Ran shivered from the wind and instinctively wrapped her coat tighter around herself.

The coat that Wen Yiheng gave him.

The coat was very large, covering him completely.

Wen Yiheng slowly drove the car out of the garage, the windshield wipers rhythmically swaying against the windshield.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Shi Ran huddled inside her coat, her expression slightly calmer, but still not looking good.

Shi Ran huddled in the passenger seat, her collar pulled up to her nose, revealing only her eyes, which she secretly glanced to the left.

"Teacher, it's raining quite heavily... Is our destination far away?"

"It's not far. Let me take you to get something to eat first, then we'll go to the coffee shop."

Upon hearing about food, Shi Ran sat up a little straighter and said, "Okay, okay."

Wen Yiheng glanced at him, her lips twitching slightly, but she quickly composed herself.

He shouldn't have laughed; he's still angry.

But he didn't know where his anger came from. Was he jealous of that brat? How could that be?

He was just annoyed; Shi Ran still carried that person's scent on her.

We only exchanged a few words, so why is the atmosphere so intense?

Moreover, Shi Ran was completely unaware of this.

He was just a beta, incredibly oblivious, completely unaware that his clothes, hair, and skin were stained with other people's scent.

He was sitting in his car, radiating an unpleasant aura.

Wen Yiheng's fingers tightened on the steering wheel.

He disliked this inexplicable feeling, damp and sticky, like this rain, making one's heart feel moldy.

Wen Yiheng reached out and, as if in a fit of pique, turned the air conditioning down another notch.

Shi Ran subconsciously pulled her coat tighter, looked up at him, and asked, "Teacher, are you hot?"

Wen Yiheng remained silent. He was indeed in the wrong. He just hadn't expected Shi Ran to reach out and touch the back of his hand.

It's cold.

Shi Ran's voice, muffled by the collar of her coat, surprisingly had a slight nasal quality: "Teacher... my hands are freezing."

Wen Yiheng was taken aback for a moment, then raised her hand and turned off the air conditioning. "I'm sorry."

Just as Shi Ran was about to withdraw his hand, Wen Yiheng suddenly flipped her hand over and pressed it down on him.

Palm to palm, fingers loosely resting on the back of his hand, not tightening, just relaxing.

Shi Ran quietly swallowed.

Are you finally... a little calmer now?

Shi Ran took out his phone from his coat pocket with his other hand, wanting to take a look at the paper that Wen Yiheng had sent him last night.

When he opened it, he found that he needed to install a separate software, which he couldn't operate with one hand at all, so he tried to pull his hand away.

"Are you replying to this message?"

Wen Yiheng didn't look at him, her voice was indifferent.

"No!" Shi Ran held her phone up in front of him, waving it as if to prove it. "I'm looking at the paper my teacher sent me."

The screen was lit up, displaying the paper's download page.

Wen Yiheng glanced at it but didn't say anything.

Just then, a message popped up.

The banner slid down from the top of the screen, white background with black text, clearly visible.

Fei Shen: [Are you really not coming to watch my match?]

Wen Yiheng narrowed her eyes for a moment, like a feline constricting its pupils in the dark, but only for a second before regaining her gentle demeanor.

"Someone messaged you," Wen Yiheng said.

Startled, he instinctively tried to pull his hand back.

This time, I simply couldn't draw any more.

Wen Yiheng grasped his hand, her fingers weaving between his, completely enveloping his icy hand.

Shi Ran looked down at their clasped hands. This man was saying he had received a message, yet his hands were clasped so tightly.

Wen Yiheng turned to look at him, tightened her grip on Shi Ran's hand, and asked, "Aren't you going back?"

Shi Ran stared at the awkward man in front of her and suddenly laughed.

"No, there's nothing to reply to."

Wen Yiheng seemed pleased with the answer, and a smile finally appeared in her eyes.

In the afternoon, he took Shi Ran to a Japanese restaurant, the kind that you need someone you know to find.

The tatami room opens into a small dry landscape garden.

After eating in the cafeteria for a week, I was really happy to suddenly switch to something different.

He started swaying involuntarily, like a cat whose belly had been scratched.

Wen Yiheng sat opposite him, holding a cup of sake, and just looked at him with a smile.

"If you like, I can take you out to eat often."

He paused, then added, "It's boring for me to eat alone."

Shi Ran looked up at him. He had filled in the second half of the sentence too quickly, as if he was afraid that the first sentence was too straightforward and was in a hurry to make up for it.

Want to cover up.

Shi Ran deliberately tilted her head and called out to him, drawing out her voice a little, "Teacher Wen...you shouldn't need anyone to have dinner with, right?"

Wen Yiheng didn't look away. She put down her wine glass and looked at Shi Ran. "I just don't want..."

He continued slowly, emphasizing each word, "The person I want to meet is having dinner with someone else."

Shi Ran chuckled and hummed, then lowered her head to stir the eel rice in her bowl.

"Teacher Wen, you're using a fallacy of equivocation."

Wen Yiheng was amused, and a faint line appeared at the corner of her eye as she laughed.

He rested his chin on his hand, looking at Shi Ran. "What? Are you going to report me for academic misconduct?"

Shi Ran paused for a moment, then her smile widened.

It's really hard for him not to compare. Unlike the previous four, Wen Yiheng is really good at flirting and push-pull tactics.

He said nothing, yet he said everything.

He makes you guess, makes you ponder, makes you waver between "Does he like me?" and "Am I overthinking it?"

Just like when he asked last night if Professor Wen didn't accept teacher-student relationships, Wen Yiheng's answer was, "Did I say that?"

Neither certain nor denying, leaving room for interpretation and imagination.

Just like now, both of them know perfectly well what his academic misconduct is: he wants to sleep with his students.

Shi Ran looked up at him with a slight smile, then threw the question back at him: "Will the teacher give me a chance to report this?"

Wen Yiheng's smile deepened.

He enjoyed these back-and-forth moments, which made him realize that he was not facing prey that was defenseless.

"I've already given it to her." Wen Yiheng seemed to have finished eating, raised her hand to wipe the corner of her mouth, and continued, "But I don't want to lose this job yet."

Shi Ran nodded, feigning sudden realization, and drawled out the words:

"Oh, so this is how Teacher Wen asks for help."

Wen Yiheng laughed out loud.

He picked up the cup and drank the remaining sake in one gulp.

The liquor slid down my throat, carrying a slightly spicy warmth.

After he put down his cup, the look in his eyes when he looked at Shi Ran held a hint of something indescribable.

"Then, how should we ask?"

He asked, his voice lowered, as if he were speaking only to Shi Ran.

Shi Ran smugly reached out and took the menu, flipped to the last dessert page, and waved it over.

"Simple, just give me the little cake on this page."

There were more than a dozen on that page. Wen Yiheng glanced at the menu, then at Shi Ran.

"Do you want all of these?" His tone was not hesitant, but simply confirming.

Shi Ran deliberately put on a stern face, her chin slightly raised, but her eyes were still curved.

"What? Someone ordered milk tea for the whole class, so can't Teacher Wen order a small cake?"

Wen Yiheng looked at him, and the light in her eyes deepened.

He licked his lips and chuckled, not at Shi Ran, but at himself.

I laugh at myself for actually finding pleasure in this childish, petulant, and roundabout jealousy.

Wen Yiheng took a deep breath, jokingly slapped the table, and, channeling her inner tyrant, said, "Click on the next page too."

Shi Ran was amused by him and laughed so hard she leaned onto the table.

After laughing enough, he rested his chin on his hand, leaned closer, and stared into Wen Yiheng's eyes.

"Teacher Wen is so good to her students."

The voice was very soft, with a slight upward inflection at the end, like a coquettish tone or a tentative probe.

Wen Yiheng looked away with a hint of helplessness, her voice low and softened.

"Good to know."

Shi Ran stared at him, then suddenly asked, "What's your prescription, teacher?"

Wen Yiheng paused for a moment, "A hundred or two hundred degrees, I guess."

"My blood temperature is also around 100 or 200 degrees."

Shi Ran took off her black-rimmed glasses as she spoke, "Shall we take turns wearing them?"

Wen Yiheng didn't expect him to make such a request, but at this moment he was always willing to help and didn't say no to Shi Ran at all, so he took off his silver thin-rimmed glasses and handed them over.

Shi Ran didn't take it, but just brought her face closer.

Wen Yiheng paused, because helping someone put on glasses was actually a very ambiguous act.

The slender silver temples disappeared into the soft hair, and the fingertips brushed against the temples, giving the frames, still warm from the body, another person's warmth.

Wen Yiheng did not stop immediately.

He took a closer look at Shi Ran from this distance.

Those beautiful eyes, so close yet without any lenses obscuring them.

As I gradually adjusted to the new glasses, I blinked a few times, and the world seemed to shift slightly in focus.

He crossed his arms, put on a stern face, and looked at Wen Yiheng. "How do I look now?"

Wen Yiheng chuckled and nodded.

Shi Ran kept a cold face and lowered her voice, mimicking Wen Yiheng's unhurried tone.

"Recess is over, come back to class now."

Wen Yiheng was stunned for a moment, clearly imitating his behavior at the back door.

"I didn't do that..."

"That's just how you are. You might as well just say it outright: 'If you dare to chat with another Alpha again, believe me, I'll drag you back here.'"

He tilted his head, looking at Wen Yiheng, "No? Teacher Wen?"

Wen Yiheng stared at the person in front of her.

Those amber eyes appeared deep under the dim light; there was no embarrassment at being exposed, only a hint of their underlying darkness.

"I should have just brought you back," he said.

When Wen Yiheng said this, her tone was still gentle and mild, and there was even a slight smile on her lips.

But sometimes he couldn't laugh.

Because he knew this person wasn't joking.

He was never joking.