Chapter 3 : Why is Brother Closing His Eyes?

Now, he surely had to give in, right?

If he didn''t call him "brother," he''d have to go naked.

But Herbert didn''t expect Christian to play by his own rules.

While Herbert was still lost in his daydream, the bathroom steam quietly reached him, accompanied by a wave of heat.

Christian half-opened the door, covering most of his body, and beckoned Herbert over. "You need to come closer, or I''m afraid you won''t hear me."

Herbert, delighted, moved closer without hesitation, almost pressing against the door.

This finally gave Christian the opportunity.

With a strong pull, he dragged Herbert into the bathroom, stretched out his long leg, and closed the door.

The bathroom was filled with steam, creating a hazy effect like a beauty filter.

The scene changed so quickly that Herbert saw stars. He barely managed to stand up straight before being cornered.

In front of him, Christian was bare-chested. Even in the dim light, his prominent Adam''s apple and well-defined collarbones were visible, along with his neatly arranged abs. Herbert quickly closed his eyes.

Christian pinned him against the wall, assuming a kabedon position, and smirked, "What''s wrong, brother? Why are you closing your eyes?"

Herbert covered his eyes with his hands, stammering, "You pervert! Christian, just wait until I tell Mrs. Allen! Let''s see how Auntie deals with you."

Christian fiddled with the hand covering his eyes, a hint of a smile appearing in his eyes, "Brother, are you an elementary school student? Still playing the ''I''m going to tell on you'' game."

What does that mean? Mocking him for being an elementary school student?

No way, how dare Christian!

Herbert immediately let go of his hand, eyes wide open, and growled with the momentum of someone about to bite, "You''re the elementary school student, you''re the little chicken!"

Suddenly, a drop of water from Christian''s bangs fell onto Herbert''s eye socket, leaving a trail of water, like tears.

Christian was slightly stunned.

Herbert''s appearance was too delicate, without the so-called fierce eyebrows and cold eyes, more like a delicate southern girl.

The water droplets fell on his face, and his long, thick eyelashes kept blinking.

Christian''s gaze moved down, landing on those lips that seemed to be painted with rouge.

How could a boy''s lips be so red?

In the cold-toned bathroom, everything white was glaring, Christian could hardly see anything, except for this touch of red in front of him.

Wouldn''t it be nice to kiss?

This question suddenly popped into Christian''s mind, startling him, and the surrounding scent of green plums became more apparent.

Coming back to his senses, he grabbed the clothes and pants from Herbert''s hand and pushed him out.

Herbert didn''t even have time to say "What the hell," and in front of him was no longer Christian''s figure but the white ceramic door of the bathroom.

"..."

nmb... (You understand)

wcnm... (Do I spoil you?)

A thousand curses flashed through Herbert''s mind, but in the end, he only managed to squeeze out one sentence, "Do you understand that I spoil you?"

Damn!

Back at the bed, Herbert was restless, like he had bugs on him.

Wasn''t the initiative in his hands just now? How did the situation reverse so easily?

This Christian guy.

With his target for revenge hiding in the bathroom, Herbert turned his attention to Christian''s neatly made bed.

An angelic face showed a devilish smile.

Christian dared to make him angry, so he would bully his pillow and ravage his quilt!

With an idea in mind, Herbert immediately put it into action.

Today, he would make Christian understand what it means to be outmatched!

Don''t mess with the wrong person!

*

The person in the bathroom was completely unaware of Herbert''s anger outside.

Feeling hot, with his pheromones agitated and unable to calm down, Christian began to test lowering the water temperature.

Christian''s differentiation was among the earliest of his peers, initially differentiating as an Alpha, and a top-tier S-class one at that.

The advantage was becoming the family''s honor, bringing glory.

The downside was obvious, the susceptibility period came fiercely, and so-called inhibitors were as mild as water, having no effect on him.

Once he released his pheromones, the inferior Alphas around him would feel nauseous and vomit, as if someone was choking them, and Omegas would suffer even more.

This was in the dormitory building, with a considerable number of Alphas and Omegas around, he needed to control himself to avoid unnecessary trouble.

The water hitting his body was cold, but the face flashing in his mind was always warm, with a burning temperature.

He had known Herbert for ten years, but they had never sat down to really understand each other.

He always knew Herbert didn''t like him, from the first meeting.

Little Herbert, with a lollipop in his mouth, looked at him with eyes already warning, blatantly disliking him.

He was sensible enough not to interact with Herbert and his circle.

He didn''t deliberately seek out information, but Herbert''s news always found its way to him.

"Did you hear? The school bully Herbert just confessed to the school beauty from their school, oh my god, he''s so bold!"

"Remember last week he fought with the school bully from the affiliated school?"

"Yeah, I heard he took down five guys by himself."

...

He didn''t pay attention to such news, but he never missed a single one.

Later, it seemed to become an unnoticed habit, whenever he heard news about Herbert, he would subconsciously stop in his tracks.

To this day, it seems to be the same.

Although Herbert hasn''t differentiated yet, he''s most likely an Alpha, so his family would never allow him to be with another Alpha. It was never a possibility to begin with.

So there''s no need to trouble Herbert with it.

After all, unrequited love is a personal turmoil.

*

Coming out of the bathroom, Christian immediately saw his "cozy little home" turned into a "dog''s nest" that anyone could guess who made it like this.

Pillows were casually thrown on the carpet, the bed sheet was half hanging off the bed, and the blanket was a wrinkled mess.

Looking closely... it seemed a bit suggestive?

It seemed Herbert had been on his bed earlier.

A trace of pleasure crossed his mind, far outweighing the discomfort brought by the mess in front of him.

On the bed, Herbert, wearing headphones, occasionally sneaked a glance, secretly hoping Christian would blow his top.

However, Christian just slightly frowned, showing no other emotion.

This guy, his home was turned into this, and he could still endure it?

Truly—a ninja, without a doubt.

It quickly became clear that his little provocation had no effect.

So, Herbert automatically assumed that Christian simply looked down on his little tricks.

Not worth noticing.

Not worth mentioning.

Herbert angrily threw his Bluetooth headphones into the cabin and lay flat in the blanket, observing Christian''s every move.

Christian didn''t say a word, just removed everything from the bed, from the sheets to the blanket, and put them back piece by piece, as if dressing, placing them back in their original positions.

Was it Herbert''s illusion, or did Christian seem so familiar with this housework, almost effortlessly? As if it was second nature?

He seemed faster and neater than his mom, Mrs. Allen.

This guy could probably turn a deserted island into a developed area?

In contrast, all his things were neatly arranged and properly placed by Ms. Walker.

Herbert shook his head, knowing that curiosity about the opponent is the first step to bad luck.

He wouldn''t give Christian such an opportunity.

Perhaps his thoughts were too heavy, and Herbert''s eyelids began to droop.

Just as he was about to meet the little beauty in his dream, his phone buzzed twice.

Annoyed, he opened his phone, wanting to see who had the nerve to disturb his dream rendezvous.

"......" It was their advisor, Jenna.

The message read:

【Sorry to bother everyone so late, I forgot to mention in the class meeting, the opening ceremony on Monday, everyone bring your own folding stools. [Sun] Most importantly, the speaker will be our class''s Christian, remember to give a warm applause! Good night, everyone! [Moon][Rose][Rose][Rose]】

Herbert flipped his phone onto the bed and cast a murderous look at the person across from him.

Was Christian just destined to clash with him?

Why did even a message have to be related to him?

After being angry for a while, Herbert lost his sleepiness.

He sat up, his mind racing.

In a flash—

Wait a minute!

I scored 0.5 points higher than Christian, so why wasn''t I chosen to give the speech?

Confused, Herbert quickly picked up his phone and sent a friend request to their advisor, Jenna.

The young advisor, with the characteristics of young people, surfing the internet at 5G speed, high-intensity online, and staying up late.

Herbert: 【Hello, teacher, this is Herbert.】

Jenna: 【Hello, Herbert.】

Herbert: 【Teacher, I want to ask, what are the selection criteria for the freshman speech?】

The screen showed "The other party is typing..." for a long time. Time passed by the minute, and Herbert thought Jenna was preparing a long explanation.

Unexpectedly, Jenna quickly replied.

【Sorry, I got engrossed in the TV and forgot to reply, sorry, Herbert!! [Rose][Rose][Rose]】

【Since our school focuses on science, we didn''t select based on total scores, but directly used the science scores.】

Herbert: "......"

He was speechless.

Flipping through past chat records, he found their score sheets in the family group chat.

Herbert: "......"

Alright, Christian''s science score is 0.5 higher than his.

Herbert held his heavy head with both hands, lamenting, "Why was I born if he was born!"

Herbert glared viciously at Christian, who was reading a book nearby.

Reading at this hour, what a show-off.

If looks could kill, Christian would have died countless times by now.

Herbert couldn''t stand it any longer. He got out of bed, walked over to Christian''s bed, and quickly reached out to turn off his light.

"Reading so late at night, who are you trying to impress? There''s no professor here to give you roses!" he said, gesturing with his hands as if holding roses.

Before Christian could react, Herbert angrily returned to his bed.

After a while, there was some rustling from Christian''s side, followed by the sound of light breathing.

So, did he just kick a cotton ball?

Little did he know, Christian was smiling brightly in the dark.