One night during evening self-study.

Gavin Dawson wasn't feeling well and had no choice but to trouble Logan Carter to bite his neck and make a temporary mark.

After marking him, Logan Carter lazily said, "We Alphas all have bad tempers and are stingy. You want me to mark you—what's in it for me?"

"Then...," Gavin Dawson probed, "can you be a bit more generous?"

"Sure," the other replied, his long eyes lowering slightly as he pointed to his own fair neck, "You bite me back, and I won't hold it against you."

Gavin Dawson: "..."

- Top student/young master/campus heartthrob (Gong) X underachiever/heir/slacker (Shou)

- ABO campus story, no mpreg

Work summary: Gavin Dawson had coasted as a Beta for over a decade, until he met Logan Carter in high school. Logan Carter had a better family background, better grades, and even the girl Gavin Dawson liked admitted she had liked Logan Carter for years. From then on, Gavin Dawson took a one-sided dislike to Logan Carter, until he received his latest physical exam report. He was a late-differentiating Omega, and whenever an Alpha got close, he would feel pain all over and want to punch someone. He was allergic to the pheromones of all Alphas—except for Logan Carter. The story is light-paced and delicately written, depicting the richness and excitement of high school life through the daily interactions of the main characters. As they spend time together, misunderstandings are resolved and feelings develop. It's a lively and easygoing campus story.

Chapter 1: Flag-Raising Ceremony

At the end of September in Ning City, the temperature was gradually cooling.

It was drizzling outside the window, the sky was gloomy—perfect weather for sleeping in.

Half the students in the back row of the classroom had already dozed off. Usually the first to fall asleep, Gavin Dawson was now lazily propping up his face, chatting with his goddess on WeChat.

The goddess, Nathaniel Jenkins, was a student in the art class. They had been chatting for a while and were fairly familiar with each other. Nathaniel Jenkins said she would bring him milk tea next period, and most of Gavin Dawson's sleepiness faded away, a small smile curling at the corner of his lips.

Just as he finished typing, Gavin Dawson had the feeling someone was watching him. He instinctively looked up and met the eyes of the physics teacher on the podium.

First period, early in the morning—physics. Most students couldn't resist the drowsiness, and the teacher was used to it. What surprised him was that Gavin Dawson wasn't asleep for once, and even seemed in good spirits. After teaching Gavin Dawson for over a year, this was a first.

"Hey! Gavin Dawson, it's your turn," the physics teacher said with a smile. "You answer this one."

Gavin Dawson stood up, glanced at the big screen in the classroom, and saw a string of multiple-choice questions. "I pick C?"

Physics teacher: "..."

There were stifled laughs in the classroom. Ian Scott, sitting next to Gavin Dawson, was about to die laughing. "Hahahaha, are you sleepwalking? The teacher wants you to explain your solution."

"Sit down," the physics teacher patted the podium. "Everyone, wake up. Only ten minutes left in class."

Just then, a commotion came from the back door of the classroom.

"...Mr. Carter, the back door is closed."

"Should we knock? This is physics, right? Old Foster has a good temper. If he sees his star student knocking, he definitely won't mind."

"The class monitor just has to stand there and Old Foster will be all smiles."

"It's class time, what are you doing going in?" A boy's voice came from behind the door, a bit lazy. "Isn't it the same to rest sitting on the floor?"

"My water and phone are in the classroom..."

"Are you dumb? We just changed seats yesterday. Now Gavin Dawson is sitting in the back."

As soon as he finished, the first boy to speak glanced warily at the back door, but then seemed to remember something. "Mr. Carter isn't afraid of him anyway."

Outside the door, Ethan Brooks laughed. "Will it kill you to say a few words less? Are you in elementary school, still scared or not?"

The bell rang. The physics teacher on the podium announced the end of class, and the room became noisy. At that moment, someone kicked open the front door.

Ethan Brooks, who kicked the door, looked at the physics teacher's twitching mouth and grinned loudly, "Hello, Mr. Foster!"

"Went to play basketball?" The physics teacher's gaze swept over the group of young boys with slightly damp hair. He didn't need to ask to know what they'd been up to skipping class.

The first few times Logan Carter skipped class, the teachers of Class Ten were startled, thinking he was finally going bad.