When childhood sweethearts meet again, either they rekindle their old romance or glare at each other like enemies.
But who is Mo Re? He's picking option C!
After two years apart, Xiao Leng, his old friend and brother-in-arms who'd grown up sharing everything with him, came back without a word.
Taking in Xiao Leng's almost six-foot-four height and exceptionally handsome face, he asked uncertainly, "You're really a Beta? You don't look like one."
Xiao Leng managed a brave, faint smile. "Yeah..."
"What a shame," he said, patting his good friend on the shoulder in consolation. If Xiao Leng were an Alpha, how many men and women would dream of him?
"Even though your big brother Mo here differentiated as an Omega, I can still protect you. I'll keep looking out for you!"
"Thanks, Ge. You're so nice." Xiao Leng's eyes instantly reddened.
Ah, they'd been friends for over a decade. Even if Xiao Leng was now taller, sturdier, and just a tiny bit more handsome than him, and even if he was an Omega, considered weaker by the general public, Xiao Leng still cried pitifully and called him big brother just like when they were kids.
With the Xiao family still abroad, Xiao Leng was given permission to stay with the Mo family long-term.
The facts taught Mo Re one truth: If someone is good enough, their gender won't stop them from being admired by everyone.
His good friend Xiao Leng was exactly that kind of person.
"Ge, this test is so hard. I don't know how to do it."
"It's fine. This test really is hard. There were lots of questions I couldn't do, either."
The rankings: Xiao Leng, 1st; Mo Re, 13th.
"Ge, what if I can't run the 2,000 meters? I only look sturdy. My health isn't actually very good."
"It's fine. Just do your best."
Xiao Leng of Class 8, Grade 11, took first place in the boys' 2,000-meter race and broke the school record.
"Ge, I don't know how to fight. What do I do if someone bullies me?"
"It's fine. If you can't beat them, run. If you can't run, call me."
Several dazed people lay sprawled across the alley. Xiao Leng dropped the bloodied iron rod in his hand, then walked toward him step by step, looking utterly innocent as he tugged on his arm.
The pheromones of a top-tier Alpha filled the air and made his legs go weak. Their owner blinked watery eyes and rasped, "Ge, will you help me?"
Damn it, help your own ass.
"Xiao Leng, you're pretty good at pretending to be a Beta."
Theme: Childhood-sweetheart love, with feelings too complicated to describe
