When Ethan Brooks was born, he underwent a genetic test that said he would 100% differentiate into a top Alpha.

So, quite self-consciously, he spent over a decade growing into a second-generation rich kid who ruled the school—he was the school bully, the school heartthrob, and even the top student.

Until one day, his childhood nemesis from next door transferred back—not only did he steal his title as the school heartthrob, but also took his spot as the top student.

Most importantly, he even differentiated into a top Alpha before him.

In response, Ethan Brooks declared: “There can’t be two Alphas on one mountain. If I don’t drive that bastard Ethan Grant away, I don’t deserve to be an Alpha!”

Heaven must have been watching, because that very night, right in front of Ethan Grant, he differentiated into an Omega.

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Ethan Brooks was determined to be an Omega with backbone. Even if he entered his special period, even if he forgot his suppressant, even if he died right there, he would absolutely never let Ethan Grant mark him!

Ethan Grant could only coax him in a low voice: “Let me take a bite, and I’ll give you first place in the final exams.”

Unable to resist the temptation of his pheromones, Ethan Brooks gave in.

When the exam results came out, Ethan Brooks looked at the honor roll’s “First Place: Ethan Grant” and was so angry his hair stood on end.

“Ethan Grant, you big liar! You beat me by one point again!”

Ethan Grant chuckled softly: “What’s wrong with that? I’m first place, and I’m giving it to you.”

[ABO school life sweet fluff / strong x strong / no mpreg / tsundere young master uke X refined scoundrel seme]

Chapter 1

Summer in South City always comes with the rainy season; once August arrives, the rain seems endless.

Outside, the sky was dim, rain pattering relentlessly against the glass. In the classroom of Senior Year 3, Class 1 at South City Foreign Language High School, the fluorescent lights shone brightly as a group of students huddled together, furiously scribbling answers.

“Henry Clark, can you even do this? Your handwriting is so ugly, who the hell can read it?”

“How are you talking to your dad? Copy it or don’t, but stop whining.”

“Dad, I’m sorry. Hey, Dad, can you give me the English test too? I’ll copy with both hands, I’m begging you, Dad.”

The roar of the downpour mixed with the classroom’s ruckus. The boy sleeping at the last row by the window, head down on his desk, was getting annoyed.

His fingers curled slightly at the back of his head, scratching irritably a couple of times. Then, with effort, he straightened up, leaned back in his chair, propped his feet up, and let his arms dangle listlessly, his long legs sprawled lazily on the floor.

His dark, finely shaped brows and eyes drooped languidly, casting a faint shadow on his fair skin.

Henry Clark, sitting in front, glanced back, knowing this young master was in a bad mood from being woken up.

“Mr. Ethan, you’re awake? Were we too loud?”

“Mm, it’s fine.”

Henry Clark breathed a sigh of relief. “But Mr. Ethan, you’ve slept all morning. Don’t you need to catch up on your homework?”

Ethan Brooks raised an eyebrow. “Do I look like someone who does summer homework?”

The boy’s voice, hoarse and impatient from sleepiness, spread quietly through the classroom. The students who were buried in their homework immediately stopped writing and looked up.

In school, everyone always has this mentality that the law doesn’t punish the masses—or the top student. It’s as if making mistakes alongside the teacher’s favorite will spare you from harsh punishment.

And Ethan Brooks was clearly the “teacher’s favorite” type.

“Thank you, Mr. Ethan, for not doing your homework.”

“Mr. Ethan not doing homework is the very image of love.”

“Another day of being smitten with Mr. Ethan.”

As a straight-up Alpha, Ethan Brooks really couldn’t stand these guys’ affectionate, flamboyant looks. He lowered his head, pulled out his phone from under the desk, and added nonchalantly, “I already told Old Grant, the summer homework is too easy. I’m doing competition problems on my own.”

“……”

South Foreign Language, as the best private school in South City, always kept its top university admission rate above 90%. The tests and homework were never easy.

This summer break was 25 days long, and they handed out 25 sets of papers—six subjects, 150 sheets in total, all modeled after the hardest college entrance exams from previous years.

And yet this guy said he wasn’t doing the summer homework because it was too easy.

How the hell did he even say that with a straight face?

Everyone was outraged.

But someone just kept playing on his phone.