TYMIMA Chapter 37

Even the heat in the air converged toward their gaze. Occasional noisy voices came from the corridor, but for Zhan Pingchuan, that was already in another space-time.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s palm caressed Lance’s soft hair, his fingertips neither too light nor too heavy as they rubbed the back of his neck.

 

“Do you have pheromone disorder today?”

 

Lance shook his head, still smiling at him.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s hand applied more pressure, staring at Lance’s lips moistened by beer: “Then is your gland swollen?”

 

Lance tilted his head more dramatically, trying to let his hair slide down with gravity, exposing his gland to Zhan Pingchuan.

 

Zhan Pingchuan stopped his movement in time, but his fingers traced along the strands of hair, pressing against Lance’s gland: “So, this isn’t for treatment today?”

 

Lance didn’t answer, but released the hair he had curled, tugged at Zhan Pingchuan’s collar, and pressed his lips against his.

 

As the soft lips with a hint of alcohol approached, Zhan Pingchuan instantly turned from guest to host. His rich gentian pheromones stimulated Lance’s gland, causing the fragile gland to rise and fall, releasing more sweet star magnolia scent.

 

Zhan Pingchuan’s slightly rough fingertips explored the sensitive gland, watching as Lance’s eyes gradually showed emotional moisture. While holding the wet lips, he teased indistinctly: “Is this how good students behave when they’re drunk, little classmate Lance?”

 

Lance half-closed his eyes in comfort, his mind briefly empty, unable to understand Zhan Pingchuan’s teasing.

 

“Which library and which book taught you to say such things to your roommate?” After saying this, he greedily pried open Lance’s moist lips, deliberately letting the sound of the kiss reach Lance’s ears.

 

Lance finally regained some awareness. Hearing the word “library,” he roughly knew what Zhan Pingchuan was still hung up on.

 

“…Petty.” Lance panted softly, the ambiguous sucking sounds making his ear canal tingle.

 

“Wronged! I just like being intellectually crushed by a top student.” Zhan Pingchuan released him slightly, his fingers alternating between light and heavy pressure on his gland, then took the opportunity to wrap his arm around Lance’s waist, pulling him onto his lap.

 

Lance’s gaze lowered slightly, his long hair covering his back and Zhan Pingchuan’s arms like a small blanket.

 

Zhan Pingchuan captured Lance’s lower lip from below, murmuring in a voice only Lance could hear: “But I can physically press down on the top student.”

 

With that, Lance’s glasses were completely removed, the embrace deepening. Zhan Pingchuan continuously used his pheromones to stimulate Lance’s gland, making Lance instinctively draw closer to him due to their high compatibility.

 

Not enough, still not enough.

 

A reddish impatience rose in Lance’s eyes. He craved more, craved a bit of pain, craved his gland being pierced by something, more concentrated pheromones pouring in, filling him completely.

 

The body’s desire was terrifying. He was like duckweed in a storm, sinking in the waves, with no shore to rely on.

 

It’s all that little idiot’s fault, Lance thought.

 

Rather than consuming himself, better to blame others.

 

Lance moaned softly as his gland was once again pressed by fingertips. The fluctuation of pheromones made him lose control. He avoided Zhan Pingchuan’s lips, rested on his shoulder, trembling slightly, allowing those two pendants to continuously tap against his face.

 

He completely exposed the position of his gland at the edge of Zhan Pingchuan’s lips.

 

“May I?” Zhan Pingchuan looked at the gland that had turned red from his play, asking in a hoarse voice.

 

Actually, he had his own selfish motives.

 

The next mission was too dangerous. He might not be able to escape unscathed. If he unfortunately became a federal fugitive, then he and Lance, with his clean family background and excellent studies, would basically have no chance.

 

He really wanted, before this, to leave something more, even if just a temporary mark, representing that this Omega had briefly belonged to him.

 

Lance didn’t answer. He was still tense, anxious, but still couldn’t resist the physiological desire and the subconscious longing for Zhan Pingchuan.

 

Perhaps due to the values Dream Witch had instilled in him, he didn’t feel that an Omega’s mark was something to desperately protect.

 

He enjoyed the present moment and was very willing to have Zhan Pingchuan’s scent on him. That was enough.

 

Zhan Pingchuan sensed the silent consent. He bent down to kiss that spot, seemingly understanding Lance’s fear. His movements were very gentle, his progress very slow.

 

Lance relaxed under Zhan Pingchuan’s lingering kisses and licks, his slender white neck rising and falling vulnerably.

 

Until at one point, after the tingling, he felt a pain. It wasn’t particularly unbearable, but it still made him furrow his brows, tightly gripping Zhan Pingchuan’s shoulder blades, feeling a surge of rage.

 

However, that emotion was quickly swallowed by the surging wave-like pheromones, like duckweed in the sea.

 

Gentian pheromones entered Lance’s body through the broken gland. The two pheromones finally completely merged together. It was Lance’s first experience of supreme pleasure in his life. Before his eyes, countless fireworks seemed to burst simultaneously, shattering all the depression and worries in his chest.

 

A small, light purple mark appeared on his gland, and he completely and willingly sank into this temporary mark.

 

Zhan Pingchuan licked away the traces of blood, gaining immense mental satisfaction.

 

Like all Alphas, he developed an unprecedented sense of dependence on the Omega at this moment. He picked Lance up horizontally, inevitably developing territorial awareness and hunting instincts.

 

He arbitrarily placed Lance on his own bed, covered him with his blanket, and wouldn’t let Lance leave, even if they didn’t proceed to the next step.

 

After being marked, an Omega would be in a temporarily weak state, continuously stimulated by the Alpha pheromones inside, bringing waves of pleasure.

 

He both liked this feeling and was annoyed at his lack of control. So Lance curled himself into a ball, turned to face the wall, and said resentfully: “In the future, if you don’t learn, I won’t teach you.” Little underachiever.

 

“Alright, baby, just tantalize me with knowledge.” Division of labor, one person in the family knowing is enough.

 

Zhan Pingchuan laughed softly, holding the little red fox ball firmly in his arms.

 

That night, the Outer God, who was idly peeping at the human world, couldn’t enter slumber all night.

 

Early the next morning, Lance woke up in Zhan Pingchuan’s bed. This was their first time sleeping together outside the illusion.

 

The student’s single bed was very cramped, so cramped that Lance had broken into a light sweat.

 

While sleeping soundly last night, he had already changed from a ball shape to lying prone. He tiptoed around Zhan Pingchuan, running to the bathroom to cool off.

 

The temporary mark on his gland had already faded a lot, probably disappearing completely in the next two days.

 

Zhan Pingchuan had bitten very lightly. The wound had completely healed, leaving very faint teeth marks.

 

Lance washed off the sweat, feeling unprecedentedly energetic, then remembered that he seemed to have forgotten to wear his glasses last night.

 

That dog of an Outer God benefited.

 

Today, his class schedule was different from Zhan Pingchuan’s. After all, Zhan Pingchuan was in the practical combat system, while he was in the mining system. Although they were in the same college, their training directions were very different.

 

Lance didn’t wake Zhan Pingchuan and went to class first.

 

So, unsurprisingly, he received Zhan Pingchuan’s accusatory text message in class, like a wronged wife accusing a scumbag husband—

 

[I wake up and where’s the little fox ball in my arms? How is it gone? I’ve already marked it, who stole it!]

 

Childish.

 

Lance thought.

 

But that’s how the August-born little idiot is, clingy.

 

Lance pressed his lips together with a smile, completely ignoring the teacher who was spraying saliva as he spoke, his fingers typing a few letters on the keypad.

 

[“Underground City Geology” stole it.]

 

Lance’s class schedule that day was very full. During the break between classes, he went to find He Jing’en again.

 

He Jing’en was somewhat surprised by his visit again, so he put down the flower branch scissors and asked with full expectation: “Could it be that after a night of deep consideration, you’ve rediscovered the charm of history?”

 

Lance: “No, I want some information about Uriel.”

 

As expected, Uriel had been erased by the Federation government. Any trace of him no longer existed on the internet, including his educational experience and interpersonal relationships.

 

Even Oliver still had college assignments that hadn’t been deleted. If one looked carefully, perhaps one could still find his elementary and middle school educational experiences.

 

This fully demonstrated that Oliver didn’t know much inside information. He was just an innocent victim. The person truly involved with secrets was Uriel.

 

Lance originally had no interest in Uriel, but because of Lan Wendao, he changed his mind.

 

Lan Wendao definitely wanted to save Oliver. This was a compensatory psychology. Uriel had perhaps done something that Lan Wendao was grateful for, but he died, and Lan Wendao couldn’t repay him. So when he learned that Uriel had a brother, Lan Wendao reacted so strongly.

 

To know what kind of person Uriel was, Lance could only go through He Jing’en.

 

From He Jing’en’s tone, it wasn’t hard to see that he must have met Uriel and greatly admired him.

 

He Jing’en smiled, his thin fingers breaking a withered branch into two sections: “Where can you find information about Uriel now? All his research, articles, data, his achievements, his contributions, his ideals, have all disappeared, nothing left.”

 

Lance frowned, just about to settle for asking He Jing’en to recall, when he heard He Jing’en continue as if taking a big breath: “Only the school’s confidential archives room still preserves some of his articles and early recordings of public lectures at Star University.”

 

Lance: “……”

 

Lance: “Where is the confidential archives room?”

 

He Jing’en: “In the basement of the administration building. The door password is set by each principal alone, this term being set by Yan Qili.”

 

Lance frowned.

 

This feeling was truly unpleasant, as if every step forward was fraught with difficulties. Anything he wanted couldn’t be easily obtained.

 

How to get the password from the principal?

 

Threats, bribes?

 

No matter what, it would easily alert others, especially at the critical moment of saving Oliver.

 

He Jing’en said with full vigor: “The door password is AOTIWBIAH.”

 

Lance: “……” He was almost unable to bear He Jing’en’s dramatic pauses.

 

Lance silently rolled his eyes: “Why didn’t you just say so directly?”

 

He Jing’en looked at him with amusement, as if Lance’s speechless expression was very pleasing, especially after knowing Lance was a cadre of the Black Lantern Society. Looking at his expression now was even more interesting.

 

He Jing’en: “Oh, don’t be angry. When people get old, they become slow—slow in doing things, slow in speaking.”

 

Lance inwardly sneered. This old fox was indeed deeply hidden. He had managed to get everything related to Oliver.

 

“How do you know the password set by the principal alone?”

 

He Jing’en raised his eyebrows, stretching his relaxed eyelids, staring at the ground and pondering for a moment: “Maybe because the principal is also old. When you’re old, you become confused, accidentally leaking the password.”

 

“Then you must have also taken out the relevant materials?” Lance raised an eyebrow and asked.

 

He Jing’en scratched his bald head with his index finger, squinting: “Well, after dinner yesterday, with nothing to do, I did take a stroll to the administration building. Following the principle of ‘since I’m here,’ I took a tour around.”

 

As he spoke, He Jing’en pulled out a USB drive from the large pocket of his training uniform and handed it to Lance with a smile.

 

Lance also smiled, asking with interest: “You’ve been waiting for me here.”

 

“This is indeed my personal desire.” He Jing’en put away his joking expression, his profound gaze seeming to penetrate time and space, looking toward a more distant place. “I clearly know he wants to die, he wants relief, but in my heart, there’s always a bit of unwillingness, hoping that after you learn more, you can save him, make him… willing to live on.”

 

Lance took the USB drive, not rashly telling He Jing’en about the change in plans, nor mentioning the possible connection between Lan Wendao and Uriel.

 

Affairs succeed through secrecy; words fail through leakage.

 

“I’ll go now, teacher.” Lance turned to leave but instinctively called him “teacher” again.

 

After clarifying his identity with He Jing’en, he had never called him “teacher” again, because he didn’t consider himself a student of Star University, nor did he like having a few more elders.

 

But perhaps, this person truly had the demeanor of a teacher.

 

Burning Boras’s corpse, stealing materials from the confidential archives room—for Oliver’s sliver of hope at life, he no longer cared about risking his own life.

 

So, Oliver, do you really have nothing to hold onto in this world?

 

“Mm, bye-bye.” He Jing’en waved at Lance’s back, but suddenly sniffed and asked curiously: “Hey, why do you have an Alpha’s scent on you? The small bread one?” Yesterday you said he wasn’t.

 

Lance’s footsteps slightly stiffened, and he instinctively touched his gland.

 

There was Zhan Pingchuan’s temporary mark, impossible to hide, as if someone had declared ownership.

 

Lance pressed his lips tightly, deciding not to touch alcohol in the future. It really made people lose control easily.

 

“I’m leaving.” Lance walked out of the dean’s office with stiff movements.

 

He heard He Jing’en sighing softly behind him: “Ah, young people move so fast, already moved up in just one day.”

 

Lance still had classes to attend, but returning to the classroom, he had no mood to listen. Anyway, those simple things only needed three days of review before the exam.

 

He fiddled with the USB drive in his hand, but his mind was on Yan Qili’s password.

 

When someone sets a password, they’re afraid of forgetting it, so seemingly random long passwords often hide personal privacy.

 

Out of professional instinct, Lance wanted to know what this string of passwords meant to Yan Qili.

 

This principal was a prime example of someone holding a position without fulfilling its duties.

 

Yuan Linchuan’s death, Deng Zhi’s disappearance—yet he could assertively defend Erdiff in front of the media and strongly condemn the Black Lantern Society.

 

For all matters big and small in the school, he adopted a deaf ear attitude, even delegating responsibilities that should belong to the principal to others.

 

Moreover, Lance’s expression grew increasingly grim.

 

He also allowed the staff of the Student Care Office to closely monitor the words and actions of students, teachers, and various college deans. These records would probably be transmitted in detail to the Blue Pivot inspection team in the end.

 

Yan Qili was essentially a puppet.

 

What would a puppet set as a password?

 

Lance searched online for Yan Qili’s resume and found that he had graduated from Star University’s School of Biochemistry and Medicine decades ago. After working as an ordinary physician in a hospital for twenty-five years, he applied to join the Hong Suo Ability Research Institute. After working at Hong Suo for another ten years, he was dispatched to become the principal of Star University.

 

Twenty-five years of industry experience, ten years of accumulating connections in a government department, then being sent to a university for administrative work—this path seemed to have no issues.

 

AOTIWBIAH……

 

Lance tried Yan Qili’s birthday, name, citizen ID, tax number, home address, email, wife’s birthday, children’s names……

 

He tried everything possible, but nothing matched.

 

Perhaps Yan Qili didn’t set the password using personal information, as that would be too easy to crack.

 

Until school ended in the evening, after having dinner with Zhan Pingchuan and returning to the dormitory, Lance was still pondering this question.

 

He sat at the desk, wrote this line of password on a note paper, and forgot to engage in shameful activities with Zhan Pingchuan, entering a super top student state.

 

Could it be initials?

 

Academic, Official, Thread, information……

 

Lance shook his head, drawing a heavy line through this row of words. No, it made no sense at all.

 

Perhaps it was related to medicine? He tried writing another line.

 

Arthritis, odontatrophy, tabacism, impotence……

 

That wasn’t right either; Yan Qili’s body wouldn’t have survived.

 

In the blink of an eye, he had guessed a full page of words.

 

Zhan Pingchuan, feeling utterly neglected and unwilling to remain lonely, couldn’t help but come over.

 

“Little classmate Lance, studying so hard, what are you learning?”

 

Lance pondered the importance of this matter and felt that telling the little idiot wouldn’t do much harm.

 

So he said: “Guessing a password.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan raised an eyebrow, leaned over to take a look, and casually asked: “Whose password?”

 

Lance replied absent-mindedly: “The school’s confidential archives room.”

 

Zhan Pingchuan was shocked: “Where did you get it from?”

 

Lance came to his senses and quickly explained without any flaws: “Teacher He Jing’en asked me to go in there to find some historical materials. He said this password was set by the principal. I was a bit curious, so I’m just randomly guessing what it means.”

 

“Oh.” Zhan Pingchuan nodded thoughtfully. He didn’t know that the archives room was absolutely confidential, nor would he actively suspect Lance.

 

Lance shook his head and sighed: “I’ve tried many words, but there’s no pattern. Maybe it’s not initials at all.”

 

He was still a bit fanciful. There were so many words that just the permutations and combinations would take a lifetime to guess. It seemed that unless Yan Qili told him voluntarily, he wouldn’t know.

 

Zhan Pingchuan scanned Lance’s neatly written note paper, his brows furrowing tighter and tighter, feeling sad about his own academic abilities. Did the little red fox really know so many professional terms?

 

Written… he barely recognized any of them!

 

Zhan Pingchuan looked at that string of password again, casually opened a bottle of cola, drinking and looking and sighing, indeed he couldn’t think of so many profound vocabulary words!

 

“a…all, o…of, t…this, i…is, w what, b…but, i, a…am, what?” Zhan Pingchuan muttered casually.

 

Lance was shocked, turning his head to look at Zhan Pingchuan incredulously.

 

Zhan Pingchuan shrugged innocently: “At first glance, these are the only words I could think of.” This was all from the self-cultivation of an underachiever.

 

Lance looked at the string of password again, suddenly feeling enlightened. This kind of sharp angle, perhaps only Zhan Pingchuan could capture.

 

He had been thinking too complexly. How would a medical student who had been an ordinary physician for twenty-five years set a password using academic words?

 

Lance tried to break it down in Zhan Pingchuan’s simple and unadorned way.

 

W, H could mean what? If they were all simple words…

 

All of this is wrong, but I am helpless.

 

Lance tried several times, finally writing this sentence on the note paper, then heavily added a question mark.

 

The black ink penetrated deep into the paper, connecting and reflecting the pale, glaring light.

 

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