Ian Scott and Gavin Dawson had known each other for several years. Gavin Dawson was a Beta, came from a well-off family, and his parents were pretty lax with him. Although his grades were so bad they were hard to look at, he made up for it with a handsome face and had been used to a smooth-sailing life since he was young.

But after starting high school, for some unknown reason, almost every girl Gavin Dawson liked ended up having a crush on Logan Carter. After this happened again and again, Gavin Dawson basically saw Logan Carter as his lifelong nemesis, but there was nothing he could do to get rid of this threat.

Ian Scott once thought that if Gavin Dawson wasn’t up against Logan Carter, given Gavin Dawson’s personality, he probably would have solved the problem with violence long ago.

Gavin Dawson’s phone buzzed—it was Nathaniel Jenkins on WeChat asking if Logan Carter had accepted the milk tea.

Gavin Dawson ground his teeth and replied that he had. He looked at Ian Scott: “Tell me, Logan Carter and I… hmm?”

Unlike Gavin Dawson, Ian Scott was an Omega. He was much more aware of the appeal Logan Carter had as an Alpha. Although Gavin Dawson was attractive, aside from his looks, he was a textbook spoiled rich kid.

But Ian Scott definitely couldn’t say that out loud—if he did, he’d probably get beaten up by Gavin Dawson, who had no concept of ABO gender dynamics.

Ian Scott had a hundred ways to coax a Beta: “Hehe, of course you’re better, you’re more approachable. The class president is the kind of Alpha I could never get—he’s just for us girls to admire from afar.”

Gavin Dawson: “……”

Caught off guard by being called “sister,” Gavin Dawson asked, “Since when did you male Omegas start calling each other sisters?”

Seeing that this ancestor’s attention had shifted, Ian Scott seized the opportunity: “We male Omegas have all kinds of trends, you know what—”

Gavin Dawson suddenly narrowed his eyes, exuding an intimidating aura: “I’m approachable?”

Ian Scott: “……”

But Gavin Dawson immediately deflated, lazily poking at the milk tea Nathaniel Jenkins had sent, muttering to himself, “I’m already so approachable, would it kill someone to like me just a little?”

For a moment, Ian Scott actually found him a bit cute.

But only for a moment.

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Monday’s flag-raising ceremony—students and teachers from the whole school gathered on the field.

Gavin Dawson arrived late. As he walked toward the Class 10 line, girls along the way snuck glances at him.

“Looking at it now, Class 10 really does have handsome guys.”

“Gavin Dawson has always been really good-looking.”

“But he’s still a little troublemaker, his grades are so bad…”

The boy was tall and fair-skinned, but his eyes were a bit red and his bangs were messy—clearly, he’d gotten up late.

“Students who haven’t lined up yet, run!” The grade director shouted into the microphone from the flag platform. “Don’t walk so slowly, pick up the pace and get to your class as quickly as possible.”

Gavin Dawson ignored this, strolling lazily to the end of Class 10’s line. The person in front of him was Ian Scott, who wasn’t much better off—he’d only arrived two or three minutes earlier.

“Morning, Xiao Duan,” Ian Scott turned around, a box of yogurt dangling from his mouth, making his words muffled. “Why aren’t you wearing your uniform?”

Gavin Dawson let out an “ah”: “Forgot.”

As soon as Ian Scott finished speaking, two girls doing discipline checks walked over to their class. Ian Scott thought Gavin Dawson was about to get his name taken down, but neither of them really cared about that. Unexpectedly, Gavin Dawson suddenly started joking with them, smiling: “Hey, could you do me a favor and not write my name down?”

The girl was about to mark an X next to his name, but hesitated when she heard this.

The other girl whispered something, and the first girl looked at her companion, then at Gavin Dawson, suddenly unsure what to do.

When Logan Carter turned around, this was the scene he saw.

Gavin Dawson had said something, and the girl in charge of discipline was blushing to her ears. Gavin Dawson was good-looking, with youthful features, a high nose bridge, pale lips, and a lazy, careless smile—a face that was both charming and a little heartless.

Earlier, Ethan Brooks had reminded Logan Carter that if the discipline checkers lingered at their class too long, it might draw the grade director’s attention. With the homeroom teacher absent, as class president, he had to find a way to get them to move on.

Ethan Brooks had just mentioned it as a joke, since Logan Carter usually didn’t get involved. He didn’t expect Logan Carter to actually walk to the back row.

His arrival broke the stalemate: “Is it okay to go to the classroom to get the uniform now?”

The two girls looked at each other, both with a hint of girlish shyness in their eyes.

One of them said softly, “The flag-raising hasn’t started yet, so… yes, you can…”

Logan Carter looked at Gavin Dawson: “Go to the classroom. There’s a uniform hanging on Ethan Brooks’s chair—you can wear his for now.”

Gavin Dawson met his gaze for a moment, and for some reason, the last thread in his mind snapped under Logan Carter’s calm attitude.

A “I just want to stir things up” vibe radiated from Gavin Dawson. He lifted his eyelids, half-smiling.

“I twisted my ankle, it’s inconvenient for me to go. If I go to the classroom and come back, my condition might get worse.” As he spoke, he met Logan Carter’s eyes. “Class president, why don’t you take off your uniform and help out a classmate in need?”