Chapter 11: Alpha with Pheromone Disorder (11)
Chen Jian quickly helped Shui Que up.
“Are you okay?” he asked anxiously.
Shui Que shook his head and bent down to check his knee. It had a small scrape, but it wasn’t too serious.
He blew on it to ease the pain.
Lu Fengchi strode over, and as soon as he saw Shui Que in this state, his heart softened.
He crouched in front of Shui Que and said, “Get on.”
Shui Que refused, “No need, I can walk by myself. I’ll just disinfect it in the infirmary…”
Lu Fengchi furrowed his brow. Suddenly, he realized that when he carried Shui Que, he might accidentally touch the wound. Without saying another word, he supported Shui Que’s knee with one hand and placed his other hand behind his shoulder, lifting him up and heading straight out of the court.
Before leaving, he instructed, “Chen Jian, you cover for the second half.”
“Got it!” Chen Jian responded.
The students still on the court from Class 10 all had grim faces, especially the basketball team members. They were tall and muscular, and now they looked even more intimidating, like dark-faced Yama.
They had all heard what the other team had said about Lu Fengchi.
Moreover, how could they let their classmate be bullied like that?
The students of Class 10, who were usually separated by grades and family backgrounds, reached an unprecedented consensus.
On the way from the basketball court to the infirmary, they had to pass by the swimming pool, where the competition had just ended. A crowd of people was flowing out, pushing and jostling.
Curious eyes from all directions were fixated on them, and Shui Que felt so embarrassed that his toes curled in, and he turned his head to hide his face.
Lu Fengchi almost thought he had touched the wound. His hands were placed carefully, supporting Shui Que’s knee and cradling his back.
He was tall and long-legged, walking fast. If Shui Que had walked by himself, it would have taken much longer, and with his limp, by the time he got to the infirmary, the wound might have gotten infected.
Shui Que weakly murmured, “Someone’s taking pictures…”
Lu Fengchi shot a glare at the students around them who were snapping photos. They quickly put their phones away.
“It’s fine. They won’t dare post anything,” he said.
And if they did, he would get the administrators to delete it.
Especially those posts that were just gossiping nonsense. He had already had hundreds of posts about Shui Que deleted.
Fishing, fishing, fishing—are you just casting a net?
Lu Fengchi’s face darkened, and the crowd parted to let him pass.
There weren’t many staff in the infirmary. The school doctor had four people, but three were sent to stand guard under a big umbrella at the track field, so they could respond quickly if any emergency treatment was needed.
The one doctor left in the infirmary was still busy tending to another student who had suffered from heatstroke.
He casually said, “There’s iodine cotton balls and antibiotic ointment by the bed for sprains. For anything else, just register and wait your turn.”
Lu Fengchi gently placed Shui Que on the bed.
“Sit properly,” he barked, crouching in front of Shui Que. “If it hurts, just say so.”
Shui Que grabbed his hand, stopping his actions. “I can do it myself. You still have time to go back to the game.”
“That group from Class 15—” Lu Fengchi, considering Shui Que, swallowed his curse words. “They can’t even fake a match properly. The only one worth watching is that Ni Zeyu. As for the rest, if our team’s missing me, they can still handle it.”
“Plus, Chen Jian is pretty good,” he muttered, “though he’s still a bit behind me.”
The iodine cotton ball pressed against the wound, stinging with a cold sensation.
Shui Que couldn’t help but shake his leg.
Lu Fengchi: “Don’t move, it’ll be over soon.”
He firmly held Shui Que’s calf, pressing his thumb down on the soft flesh. It seemed to squeeze out just a little bit of extra softness.
Lu Fengchi looked at the red and bruised wound, holding his breath as he treated it. Then, as if just realizing what his hand was doing, he hastily pulled away.
“Um… is your back okay from where the ball hit?” Lu Fengchi asked, hesitating.
Shui Que swiftly lifted his jersey, preparing to remove his top.
“Wait, wait, wait!” Lu Fengchi sprang to his feet, bumping into the bed’s side cabinet with a loud “thunk.” “I’ll have the school doctor come in and handle it.”
He avoided eye contact, “I’ll step outside for a bit. I’ll come back in when it’s done.”
Shui Que didn’t understand his attitude, but then realized that, as an Omega, perhaps Lu Fengchi was cautious about gender norms.
Though he didn’t quite get why men should be so concerned about this, he decided to respect the local customs.
Lu Fengchi stepped out, and the school doctor entered.
Most medical staff were Beta, and regardless of which of the ABO gender types they were treating, they were generally more approachable and easier to accept.
Shui Que’s back was fine; there was just a bit of bruising, and it didn’t hurt. The school doctor applied some Yunnan Baiyao* on it.
Note: it’s Chinese medicine.
He then quickly put his jersey back on.
Afterward, Lu Fengchi came in through the curtain to ask, “Do you want to rest here for a while?”
He was the one who had just carried Shui Que from the court all the way to the infirmary, his body still glistening with sweat, muscles straining. And yet, he was asking Shui Que, who hadn’t even stepped on the court, if he needed a break.
Shui Que thought this was pretty strange.
Also, he was supposed to be maintaining the original persona, so why didn’t Lu Fengchi seem annoyed with him?
Shui Que slowly said, “I want to drink some water.”
He didn’t move, clearly waiting for someone to bring him the water.
Lu Fengchi found a disposable plastic cup from the infirmary, then went outside to fill it with water from the drinking machine.
It was lukewarm.
Shui Que shook his head, “I want ice water.”
“No,” Lu Fengchi refused sternly. “You just fell.”
Shui Que: “I fell on my leg, not my stomach.”
He turned and handed the cup of warm water to Lu Fengchi’s lips, “This cup’s for you to drink. I want ice water.”
Lu Fengchi was caught off guard but took the cup from Shui Que and drank a couple of large gulps of water.
“Fine, stay here and wait for me.”
It seemed like not only was he not annoyed, but he was actually enjoying himself?
Haicheng No. 1 High School was quite large, and the nearest convenience store to the dorms was the only place where you could get ice water, which was still quite a distance away.
Shui Que, bored and swinging his legs in place, opened a fan group chat he hadn’t checked in a while.
As expected, the incident on the court had caused quite a stir in the group.
Some members were probably from Class 10, so they had a pretty good understanding of what happened.
[Basketball Skills Fan, Not Stanning]: I’m really speechless about that nzy. Sorry, but the young master of the Lu family is amazing. If you’re so capable, why doesn’t your family get a coach of similar national-level skills for the school?
[Dislike Transfer Students]: If you can’t even win a fair match, then you break down, how pitiful. Who doesn’t know that Class 15 loves to team up with other classes to fix matches?
[Anonymous]: Is the transfer student okay? I just saw Brother Lu send him to the infirmary after coming from the swimming pool. Did he hurt his leg?
[Die-Hard Fan, Will Blacklist]: Despicable nzy, thinking we’re easy targets, huh? :) I swear, seeing Brother Lu so angry made me feel so proud ().
Shui Que glanced around again, and it seemed that no one was criticizing him for having Lu Fengchi take him to the infirmary.
The sense of unity in the group was so strong.
Now, everyone had gathered around the basketball and track fields, but Shui Que still wanted to check on the swimming pool situation before Lu Fengchi came back.
His instincts told him to avoid Lu Fengchi, especially since he would be maintaining the persona of someone playing both sides in the future.
He wasn’t sure if Qu Jiuchao had left yet…
Just as he entered the swimming pool, the empty venue was filled with the strong scent of gin.
Shui Que could never forget that smell.
It was coming from the locker room.
He walked toward the locker room, his pace quickening due to an unnamed worry. The movement tugged at his injured leg, causing a dull, aching pain.
The floor was damp, and the sunlight streaming in through the windows cast shimmering reflections on the water.
There weren’t many clothes around, so it seemed the athletes had already changed and left.
The room had rows of changing stalls on both sides.
Some of the doors were slightly ajar, while others were fully closed, but when he pushed them open, they were all empty.
Before Shui Que entered, he had heard the sound of rushing water. Perhaps sensing his footsteps, the sound stopped.
“Is anyone there?” Shui Que knocked on the door of a nearby stall.
The entire locker room was filled with the scent of gin.
He couldn’t tell which stall the smell was coming from.
Shui Que tentatively knocked on another stall door, “Qu Jiuchao?”
There was no response.
He was about to leave when the door of a stall behind him creaked open.
A large hand wrapped around his waist, forcefully pulling him inside.
Before Shui Que could react, the hand pressed against his mouth.
Shui Que, startled, bit down hard, tasting the faint, iron-like taste of blood.
He was almost held in a narrow embrace, his vulnerable back exposed to the stranger.
The changing room stalls lacked proper lighting, remaining dim and shadowed. The lights weren’t on, only the small fan in the ventilation shaft above the ceiling buzzed.
The person holding him was tall, their shadow looming over Shui Que’s figure.
“Qu… Qu Jiuchao?” The scent of gin filled Shui Que’s nostrils.
The person didn’t respond, only holding him tightly from behind, almost like an inescapable embrace.
The other person was shirtless.
He must have just taken a cold shower, as there was no steam in the stall, and the floor was wet. The person behind him was also damp.
Water droplets soaked into his jersey.
Like a little dog caught in the rain, Shui Que cautiously sniffed, his nose brushing lightly.
In the end, the person buried their face in Shui Que’s neck.
Shui Que could feel the hot breath the person exhaled with each deep breath.
“Low blood sugar.” The voice wasn’t its usual cool tone but sounded hoarse. “Let me lean on you for a moment.”
I-It seemed like it wasn’t just low blood sugar, though.
Shui Que didn’t misunderstand. He just assumed that the person had recently swum, and this was a normal physical reaction after intense exercise.
He awkwardly reminded, “Classmate Qu, you’re pressing against me.”
The person took another deep breath against his neck. “Sorry.”
“It’s okay…!”
Shui Que relaxed for a moment but was startled again.
The person’s arm easily lifted him, sitting him on a nearby dry railing, with clean clothes that hadn’t been changed yet underneath.
Qu Jiuchao squeezed between his spread legs.
The usual cold and distant expression was replaced with a furrowed brow, his jawline sharp, his eyes reddened like they were burning, and he appeared more disheveled than usual, with much less of his usual composure.
“Why did you come here?” Qu Jiuchao asked, placing both hands on the sides of the railing, trapping Shui Que inside.
Although he usually looked slim, his bare torso revealed taut, pale muscles. His hair was wet and clung to his skin, water droplets rolling down the lines of his chest muscles and trickling down into his groin.
The lines of his waist curved into his black swim trunks, creating a pronounced shape.
Shui Que was stunned.
How could it be so exaggerated?!
Qu Jiuchao chuckled lowly, his chest vibrating. “I think your boyfriend came to look for you?”
Soon enough, Shui Que heard the faint sound of someone approaching outside the swimming pool.
The phone screen lit up in the dim stall.
The call interface showed the contact name—
Lu Fengchi.
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