After Pretending to be a Beta, the Omega was Discovered by the School Heartthrob Chapter 6

Instinctively, Zhou Le closed his eyes.

The impact threw his fragile bike to the ground.

His palm stung. When he looked down, he saw his skin was scraped, bleeding slightly, mixed with dirt—a painful sight.

Ignoring his pain, he immediately checked on Little White in the box.

Little White whimpered twice, then quieted, nestling against Zhou Le’s arm as if comforting him.

Although Little White could be a little mischievous, he was actually well-behaved and heartwarming at crucial moments.

Zhou Le felt a wave of relief when he saw that Little White was unharmed.

“D*mn! It’s you again! Zhou Le, are you cursed or something? We run into you everywhere—were you stalking us or what?”

The people who stepped out of the car were all familiar faces: Lu Jingran, Chen Nan, and Sheng Qian.

Zhou Le hadn’t expected to run into them like this.

He gently patted Little White to calm him, stuffed him back into the box in the back seat, and propped his motorbike up.

“I wasn’t stalking you. And actually, it was… your car that hit me,” Zhou Le mumbled softly.

Chen Nan, “What did you say?!”

Chen Nan, “Are you trying to pin this on us now?”

“Oh, I get it. Since you didn’t make a thousand off Liu Yanyan, now you’re looking for someone else to extort, huh?”

“I’m not!” Zhou Le’s voice grew louder.

Though he didn’t have much money, he wasn’t one to swindle others. Every penny he earned was clean and honest.

But sometimes, no matter how many times he denied it, people wouldn’t listen—just because he was the poorest, they’d assume the worst of him.

Chen Nan got furious at his raised voice, “Oh, so now you’re yelling at me? Really asking for —”

“He’s not, so shut up.”

Lu Jingran suddenly spoke up, fixing his gaze on Zhou Le.

Chen Nan, halfway through raising his fist, hesitated and backed down instantly.

Sheng Qian pulled him aside.

Zhou Le was also taken aback.

He stared, wide-eyed, as Lu Jingran walked a few steps closer.

It was the first time he saw the guy out of his school uniform.

Dressed in black, Lu Jingran looked sharp and clean-cut under the warm yellow streetlight, like a leading character in a movie.

It felt unreal.

Lu Jingran looked down at him. “Are you hurt?”

Zhou Le shook his head.

His palm started to throb, and he drew back a little.

If he admitted he was hurt now, they’d just think he was looking for a handout.

Zhou Le didn’t want to be misunderstood like that.

But Lu Jingran immediately noticed. “What’s wrong with your hand?”

Zhou Le kept inching his arm back, “It’s nothing. Just… scraped it a bit. I’ll be fine once I put some ointment on at home.”

Lu Jingran didn’t say anything, just kept staring at him.

Chen Nan grew impatient. “Brother Lu, we should go! My mom’s been texting me, and the party’s about to start.”

They were originally headed to Chen Nan’s place for a party—it was his birthday. Their families knew each other well, so get-togethers like this were common.

Zhou Le quietly moved his beat-up motorbike to the side to make way for the black sedan.

Lu Jingran opened the front passenger door, gave Zhou Le a look, and got in.

In the rearview mirror, Zhou Le took out his injured palm and blew on it gently, frowning slightly from the pain.

He gripped his motorbike, standing in the dark, watching their car slowly fade into the distance.

He had his hoodie up, face partially hidden, with his nose reddened from the chilly night.

For some reason, Lu Jingran thought Zhou Le’s faintly envious expression looked pitiful.

Like a little stray dog longing for warmth.

Just like that time when Nuannuan got lost.

“On the way, stop by a pharmacy nearby,” Lu Jingran said.

—-

When Zhou Le got home, Cheng Ying took one look at him and knew something was wrong. “What happened? Why do you look like this?”

“Nothing,” Zhou Le mumbled, holding Little White, looking rather downcast.

Cheng Ying wheeled herself over and carefully looked Zhou Le over.

It was easy for her to tell—usually, he came home from delivery jobs with a cheerful face, pleased to have made some money. But tonight, he looked so downcast.

Cheng Ying asked worriedly, “What really happened? Don’t keep it from me—I’ll worry.”

Zhou Le hesitated but insisted it was nothing. He just held Little White and leaned against the entryway in a daze.

Cheng Ying didn’t believe him and was about to ask more when she noticed the wound on Zhou Le’s hand. She gasped, “What happened here? How did you get hurt?”

Seeing he couldn’t hide it anymore, Zhou Le briefly explained the collision.

But he left out the part where Chen Nan accused him of staging the accident.

Cheng Ying quickly treated the wound, relieved to see that he wasn’t hurt anywhere else.

“Does the motorbike need fixing? Should we ask Uncle Zhou to take a look?” she asked.

Uncle Zhou was a family friend who had given Zhou Le the delivery job and helped them out often. Though they didn’t have much money, they made sure to pay what they could.

Zhou Le explained, “Uncle Zhou said it’s mostly fine, just scratched a bit. He can handle it himself, no need to go to the shop.”

Cheng Ying sighed in relief, patting Zhou Le’s head. “You’re working so hard, Lele.”

But it wasn’t so hard. In fact, life was pretty good now.

A monthly income of one or two thousand was already a lot, and once he finished school, he’d be able to earn even more.

But that night, lying in bed, Zhou Le couldn’t help but think about how Lu Jingran and Chen Nan looked in their expensive clothes as they got out of the black sedan.

Each of them, stepping down from the luxury car, naturally commanded a sense of power.

While he was rushing around delivering food, they were going to a family banquet in a luxury car.

It wasn’t surprising they thought he was looking for a payout—the difference in their social status was that stark…

Zhou Le didn’t say it, but he couldn’t help feeling a faint sadness and envy.

He hugged Little White under the covers and started mumbling.

“Little White, don’t you think life would be easier if I were more like our class rep?”

“If I were an Alpha, with a wealthy family, good grades, good looks… and even the school beauty chasing after me.”

As he kept talking, Zhou Le was almost bursting with sweetness, and he couldn’t help but laugh.

Little White barked twice in his arms, as if mocking his wild imagination.

After finishing his little daydream, Zhou Le felt much more at ease.

Everyone has their own life to live, step by step.

It’s okay to take things slowly.

He just hoped he wouldn’t run into Chen Nan and his group of Alphas alone again. He truly couldn’t handle them.

With that thought, Zhou Le hugged Little White in his blanket and drifted off to sleep.

—

The next morning, Zhou Le got up early to queue for buns.

Some people at school even asked him to bring breakfast, paying him one yuan per order, so he could earn a dozen yuan or so each morning.

It was easy money, but it did bring him into contact with some jerks.

“Hey! Didn’t I ask for corn and meat? What’s this cabbage and meat you brought me? Disgusting. Just so you know, I’m not paying you for this today. What a joke,” Xiao Lan sneered, grabbing the bun from Zhou Le and swaggering away.

Zhou Le almost spat in anger.

Clearly, Xiao Lan had asked for cabbage and meat but now insisted he’d ordered corn and meat. What a pain.

Zhou Le muttered to himself as he sat down.

Lin Xiaoxiao, who overheard, couldn’t help saying, “Don’t you already know what kind of person Xiao Lan is? He’s a total thug. Why do you even bother buying things for him?”

Zhou Le replied, “You think I want to?”

But it was better not to provoke people like him if possible. After all, when dealing with a jerk, you can’t expect them to speak logically.

But Zhou Le decided that if Xiao Lan asked him to buy food again, he’d find an excuse to refuse.

He took out the buns that Lin Xiaoxiao and Xia Linchuan had ordered from his bag.

Both of them noticed his injured hand immediately. “What happened? How did you get hurt?”

Cheng Ying had only done basic first aid, without even wrapping it in gauze, leaving the scabbed-over skin exposed on his right palm, which looked quite alarming.

The exposed wound stung a little, but Zhou Le was used to small injuries like this. When he helped Uncle Zhou move things before, he’d gotten scrapes far worse than this.

“I’ll go get you some proper bandages at lunch,” Xia Linchuan said, frowning at his hand.

Lin Xiaoxiao examined his hand closely with concern. “How careless can you be? Does it hurt?”

Seeing their worried expressions, Zhou Le actually laughed. “It’s fine. It’s far from my heart, so no big deal. Look at you two, all serious!”

“Serious my foot!” Xia Linchuan puffed up his chest. “Tell me—who did this to you? I’ll get revenge for you!”

Zhou Le felt a bit touched.

Just then, Lu Jingran and Chen Nan walked into the classroom with their backpacks, accompanied by a few others.

Zhou Le glanced at them and then looked expectantly at Xia Linchuan.

Xia Linchuan: ?

Zhou Le raised his chin slightly, gesturing toward the group of Alphas.

His meaning was clear.

Xia Linchuan blinked and then laughed, “You know what, I think that wound will heal up in no time on its own. Happy healing!”

Zhou Le: …

Zhou Le: You’re all talk!

Even if Xia Linchuan offered to help, Zhou Le wouldn’t let him.

Who were Lu Jingran and his friends?

People he should avoid at all costs.

Though they weren’t as bad as Xiao Lan, they were best kept at a distance. He’d already decided he’d decline any more requests from those three.

Plain and simple was the way to go. It was best not to get mixed up in the world of school idols, Alpha heartthrobs, and school beauties. People like him didn’t fit into that kind of circle.

Just as he thought that, Zhou Le looked up and unexpectedly met Lu Jingran’s gaze.

For some reason, the other boy kept staring at him, like he had him in his sights.

Zhou Le’s heart skipped a beat, and he quickly looked away.

Oh, please, please let this not mean trouble.

Wait—could it be… what if the car got scratched last night? That would be expensive, right?!

Zhou Le almost despaired.

Lost in his worries, he suddenly noticed a plastic bag being placed gently on his desk.

Inside were various anti-inflammatory ointments, gauze, and sterile medical tape.

“Here, use this to wrap your hand.”

“It’ll get infected otherwise.”

Zhou Le blinked, stunned.

For a moment, it felt like everything around him went quiet as Lu Jingran spoke.