After Pretending to be a Beta, the Omega was Discovered by the School Heartthrob Chapter 5

For a moment, time stood still as they stared at each other, both in shock.

Lu Jingran narrowed his eyes at the camera directed at his lower body.

“What are you doing?” His tone wasn’t cold, but it was clearly displeased.

Before Zhou Le could explain, Chen Nan emerged from his stall and, seeing Zhou Le, his eyes widened. “What the—why are you here?!”

Lately, he’d been running into him everywhere.

Then Chen Nan’s gaze dropped to Zhou Le’s phone, the camera unmistakably pointed at Lu Jingran’s waist, with his hand still by his waistband as if he’d just finished pulling up his pants.

One step closer, and—

“You creep! Get over here!” Chen Nan lunged to grab Zhou Le.

Instinctively, Zhou Le tried to run.

He wasn’t sure what was happening, but fleeing seemed like the best option.

But he hadn’t fully turned when someone’s hand clamped firmly on the back of his neck, halting him completely.

The Alpha’s fingers pressed into his skin, gripping his neck. With this simple action, Zhou Le was completely restrained.

He looked up pitifully. “Class Rep…”

He could explain; this was all a huge misunderstanding.

Lu Jingran looked into Zhou Le’s pleading eyes.

The skin under his hand was smooth and fair. Zhou Le trembled slightly at his closeness.

Lu Jingran couldn’t resist grazing his thumb over the soft skin.

Zhou Le stiffened, furrowing his brow and closing his eyes.

So sensitive.

Lu Jingran stared at Zhou Le’s face for a moment, his tone softening. “Go.”

—

Behind the school building, on the sports field, three people surrounded Zhou Le.

“It really wasn’t intentional,” Zhou Le hurriedly explained. “Someone paid me to find the stall he was in this morning, to see if there were any keys left.”

“To avoid disputes, I took photos for proof, just so he couldn’t say I didn’t look properly and ask for more money.”

After explaining, Zhou Le showed Chen Nan the chat history with a guy from Class 7.

Chen Nan handed it over to Lu Jingran. “Look, Brother Lu.” Then he sternly told Zhou Le, “Don’t move.”

Zhou Le obediently waited, gazing at Lu Jingran with a hopeful expression, hoping he’d be cleared.

The guy who’d contacted him was named Xiao Lan, from Class 7. His tone was rude from the start, while Zhou Le spoke politely and even called him…“older brother”?

Lu Jingran’s eyebrows twitched.

Zhou Le’s heart pounded, and he asked cautiously, “Is… something wrong?”

Lu Jingran glanced at him.

Zhou Le shifted uneasily under his gaze.

It wasn’t hard to imagine him sweetly calling someone “older brother,” smiling innocently.

Lu Jingran looked back down at the phone.

The chat ended with Zhou Le charging 3 yuan, but Xiao Lan thought it was too much and bargained it down to 1 yuan.

1 yuan.

During class time, Zhou Le had snuck out, risking being caught by their homeroom teacher, Xu Yue, just for that 1 yuan.

What could he buy with 1 yuan… he could maybe buy a pen…

As Lu Jingran was considering this, a new message popped up on Zhou Le’s phone.

Xiao Lan: [Hey brat, where are you? Respond! Did you find it? Answer me, d*mn it!]

Xiao Lan: [Did you go mute? Answer! If you don’t, I’m not giving you even the 1 yuan!]

Lu Jingran’s expression darkened as he read, making Zhou Le’s heart sink.

Could this mean… he was going to hit him?

Why did he look so scary?

Zhou Le felt the atmosphere around them grow tense, as if the Alpha pheromones were pressing down even heavier.

Zhou Le thought carefully; there wasn’t anything in his chat with Xiao Lan that seemed off. Why, then…

“Brother Lu, how do you want to deal with him?” Chen Nan asked, rolling up his sleeves, savoring Zhou Le’s nervous expression.

He didn’t care about the chat history—he just wanted to teach Zhou Le a lesson. How dare he disrespect him! No one had ever dared to touch his butt, even if indirectly. Still, it was a violation!

Chen Nan was gearing up, thinking about where to start on Zhou Le, when Lu Jingran handed the phone back to Zhou Le and calmly said, “Reply to him.”

???

Both Chen Nan and Zhou Le were taken aback.

Lu Jingran looked at him. “He said if you don’t reply, he won’t send the 1 yuan.”

Chen Nan: “Huh?” Brother Lu, what are you doing?”

But Zhou Le quickly caught on, snatching up his phone and swiftly typing out a reply.

Finally, the payment from Xiao Lan arrived.

With 1 yuan in his account, Zhou Le breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thanks, Class Rep.”

Zhou Le had a small, delicate face, with a hint of sweetness in his smile that was rather charming.

Lu Jingran’s gaze lingered on his face, watching him closely.

Shen Qianan glanced at the two locking eyes, coughed to break the moment, and said, “Uh… what’s this about mint and stir-fried beef?”

Zhou Le made a confused sound, then quickly remembered. “Oh, mint stir-fried beef—salty flavor. Class Rep likes it.”

“Likes it, my *ss!” Chen Nan’s anger flared as he grabbed Zhou Le’s collar. “Did you spread that rumor?”

“You even said Brother Lu is a pervert. You’ve got a lot of nerve.” Chen Nan squinted at him dangerously.

Zhou Le shook his head vigorously, refusing to take the blame. 

“It wasn’t me! It was Liu Yanyan who made up that recipe for the Class Rep, and I didn’t spread the news… it was…” He stopped short, not daring to mention Lin Xiaoxiao, who’d actually spilled it in the fan group chat.

“Liu Yanyan? Who’s that?” Chen Nan asked.

“The school beauty,” Shen Qianan answered.

“Oh…” Chen Nan still looked puzzled. “Who’s the school beauty?”

Shen Qianan was too exhausted to explain.

Chen Nan went on. “Anyone who makes something that weird must be weird themselves. And you—you’re the biggest weirdo of them all!” he said, leaning close to Zhou Le, clearly itching to throw a punch.

Zhou Le, seeing his seriousness, glanced pleadingly at Lu Jingran for help, somehow instinctively treating him as his savior.

“Enough, don’t mess with him. Let go,” Lu Jingran ordered.

Chen Nan’s enthusiasm was interrupted, and though he was reluctant, since Lu Jingran had spoken, he didn’t dare disobey.

“So, what’s really going on?” Lu Jingran asked Zhou Le.

Zhou Le, too afraid to lie, spilled everything about how Liu Yanyan had asked him to find out Lu Jingran’s preferences.

Chen Nan narrowed his eyes. “You seemed pretty motivated. How much did Liu Yanyan pay you?”

Zhou Le’s face lit up at the mention of money. “Not much, just 1,000 yuan.”

Chen Nan’s fury flared. “You’re proud of that?!”

“You sold out my Brother Lu for 1,000 yuan?! You’re really asking for it!”

Chen Nan raised his fist, and Zhou Le instinctively hunched his shoulders.

“I don’t like her,” Lu Jingran said abruptly, halting Chen Nan’s fist mid-air.

“No matter what she gives, I won’t like it,” Lu Jingran added calmly. “And I don’t like mint stir-fried beef. Tell her that for me.”

“…O-okay.” Zhou Le could only nod.

Lu Jingran turned and left, and Chen Nan reluctantly backed down, giving Zhou Le a final warning glare. “Watch yourself, you stinky beta!”

As Zhou Le watched their backs disappear, a pang of sadness hit him.

The 1,000 yuan… gone.

When Zhou Le relayed Lu Jingran’s message to Liu Yanyan, her eyes turned red as she asked, “Did he really say that?”

She seemed to hold a glimmer of hope.

Seeing her about to cry, Zhou Le panicked and tried to comfort her. “Don’t worry! You’re so beautiful and kind; you’ll definitely find a great Alpha.”

But Liu Yanyan still looked heartbroken. “But Lu Jingran is the best Alpha. You wouldn’t understand since you’re not an Omega—but his appeal is impossible to resist.”

Zhou Le: “….”

Zhou Le fell silent.

Though upset, Liu Yanyan said, “Thank you anyway. I’ll transfer the 1,000 yuan to you when I get back to class.”

“No need,” Zhou Le waved his hands. “I didn’t really help, and I’d feel bad taking the money.”

—

In the end, he hadn’t earned anything, and he’d angered Lu Jingran’s whole crew.

Feeling a bit down, Zhou Le was quiet on the way home.

“What’s wrong?” Cheng Ying, his mother, asked, noticing his mood.

Zhou Le shook his head, changed his clothes, and got ready to go out.

Cheng Ying reminded him, “Don’t forget to bring Little White back from Uncle Zhou’s. He’s been there for days.”

Little White was a stray Zhou Le had found—a small, white mutt with a slight limp, cute and very fond of food.

The dog had grown so attached to Uncle Zhou’s restaurant that it wouldn’t leave.

Finally, Zhou Le was tasked with bringing it home before it got too spoiled from all the treats.

Around 9 p.m., after finishing his last delivery, Zhou Le rode his motorbike along a quiet, empty street. Little White was nestled in the food box behind him, barking as if protesting.

“No point whining. You can’t stay there forever, and Uncle Zhou’s wallet is running dry from feeding you.”

“Woof! Woof-woof…”

The dog’s muffled barking sounded as if it were bargaining with him.

Ignoring it, Zhou Le continued down the street.

His old bike rattled noisily until, suddenly, a sleek black car came speeding out from a side road.

Zhou Le quickly hit the brakes.

The driver saw him and slammed the brakes as well, but it was too late. The heavy car crashed into Zhou Le’s beat-up bike.