Chapter 9

The entire scene at the court that evening had been witnessed by the most infatuated and gossipy Omegas in the senior year of Riverdale Prep. One by one, they had been completely captivated and left thoroughly dazed. The school forum looked as if it were celebrating the New Year.

The specific post forwarded by Milo was the absolute biggest troublemaker of them all.

The original poster's ID was: Sweet Milo Porridge.

The very first floor featured a candid photo of Sebastian standing near the court.

The streetlamp threw its light perfectly over him. His gaze was cold, his silhouette tall and straight, and his aura silent yet incredibly powerful.

Behind him, several disheveled Alphas were hunched over, catching their breath in a manner that looked exactly like submission.

The text on the second floor read: Even the heavy blur cannot stop this absolute beauty and Alpha energy. I am completely ready! You guys have no idea how terrifying the pheromones that suppressed over a dozen Alphas in that single fraction of a second truly were! And he did it so casually and effortlessly! A pure king! Sebastian is awesome! Long live Boss Seb! I would live for him, die for him, and smash my face against a wall for him! The title of Riverdale Prep’s school heartthrob must belong to Boss Seb!

[I am that mole under his eye. I was on the scene, and I certify this is real.]

[He's too damn Alpha! He stripped that idiot Sterling of his temper in an instant. Didn't you love letting your pheromones leak everywhere? Go on and leak them now! Trash!]

[And he looks so restrained, holy sh—. The mole under his eye is killing me.]

[The mole is killing me plus one. I want to be pinned against a wall and kissed by him, and then commanded to kiss the mole under his eye. Doing this and that!]

[To the person upstairs, the internet is not a lawless place. So... can you bring me along too?]

[His legs practically reach my neck, and his hands are stunning! Perfect looks, and his pheromones smell incredibly good! Crisp and cold, like pure snow with a touch of wood fragrance. Ah, I can't phrase it properly, but it smells amazing!]

[The sophomore girls want the school term to start early.]

[The freshman girls are letting out high-pitched squeals.]

[The Sebastian Fan Club from Northmont High casts an envious look and a ten-thousand-acre field of lemons.]

[If I state that Sebastian is Riverdale Prep’s school heartthrob, no one would object, right?]

[If I state that Sebastian is Riverdale Prep’s number one Alpha, no one would object, right?]

[I object on behalf of my Ash.]

[Objecting on behalf of Ash plus one.]

[Right, Ash’s looks are also incredible. Those peach blossom eyes have wrecked me ten thousand times.]

[To be honest, if we're strictly talking about faces, Ash actually looks better. His features are too exquisite and beautiful—a brilliant, stunning beauty!]

[And Ash is very Alpha too. Even though he hasn't presented yet, are the times he acted Alpha few and far between?! The way he beat up that pack of beasts was beyond hot, alright?]

[But I prefer the cold, restrained type.]

[Boss Seb is taller, and Boss Seb has already presented.]

[Maybe Ash's pheromones will be even more powerful than Sebastian's once he presents.]

[I don't care, Sebastian is the most handsome! Sebastian is the most Alpha! Sebastian is number one in the universe!]

...

The argument was fierce and unyielding.

The final result of the clash was that a poll was officially opened on the forum.

【The Ultimate School Heartthrob of Riverdale Prep in Your Heart】

Asher

Sebastian

...

Milo: [Eh, the person who made this post severely lacks taste. In my heart, Ash has always been the most handsome and the most Alpha!]

[Blowing-a-kiss.jpg]

This blown kiss possessed absolutely no soul.

Asher’s mood suddenly plummeted.

It wasn't that he desperately coveted the title of school heartthrob, but he simply despised the idea of others thinking he wasn't the most handsome. Especially when the person who might be deemed more handsome than him was Sebastian.

It felt entirely unsettling.

Thinking that if the final poll results came out and Sebastian genuinely won, Asher felt deeply displeased.

His lips pressed into a tight straight line, his fingers striking the screen with the momentum of a gathering thunderstorm, making it impossible for Sebastian to pretend he didn't hear.

"Young Master, what is it now?"

If Asher's thoughts had been a fraction more delicate, he might have detected a sliver of indulgence within that title. However, his entire brain was currently occupied with how to guide these people back toward a correct aesthetic standard and value system. Lacking the time to bother with Sebastian, he offered a dismissive "Nothing" without even lifting his eyelids.

"Nothing" meant there was definitely something.

Sebastian put down his pen, picked up his phone, and tapped into Caleb's social feed.

Sure enough, everything he needed was sitting right there.

【Hahaha, Ash's years of absolute rule have finally been shaken! The book is open, the book is open! Place your bets! I lost everything on that tie last time; I must win it back today!】

The text was accompanied by a forwarded link to that exact thread.

Mason: [Did I never shake Ash's position before?]

Minnie: [The eternal runner-up should exit gracefully.]

Lulu: [This is a beauty selection. Please look at yourself objectively.]

Gavin: [By posting this, do you intend to survive to see tomorrow's sunset?]

Caleb: [Hehehe, I blocked Ash.]

Sebastian: [.]

Caleb: [??? Crap, I missed one.]

Elliot: [I took a screenshot and sent it to Ash.]

Caleb: [Don't do this, Dad!]

...

Sebastian ignored the lengthy confession Caleb sent over, simply clicking into the thread to scan through the rooms.

He understood exactly what the young master was throwing a tantrum over now.

Letting out a soft chuckle, he was just about to exit when his gaze was drawn to a rapidly climbing thread.

【Counting a Few Misdeeds of the Trashy Sebastian】

The original poster's ID was a string of random characters, but the content was perfectly structured.

[Don't be blinded by Sebastian's appearance. He is a pure predator wrapped in a gentleman’s clothing.]

[When he was in kindergarten, he was already playing with girls' hearts—three at the same time. He collected three bottles of strawberry milk every single day at noon for three years, only to drop them completely once they entered primary school.]

[He acted even less human during primary school. When a girl chased him, he handed his math homework over for her to do—the kind that was exceptionally difficult. The poor girl cried her eyes out after failing to finish it all night, only for him to complete it in ten minutes flat right in front of her the next day. After finishing, he even told her that if she wasn't smart, she should study harder instead of wasting her brain on puppy love.]

[Middle school was even trashier. A girl sent him a love letter, inviting him to the planetarium over the weekend. He clearly agreed to it, but changed his mind at the last minute and stood her up, letting the poor girl head back alone in the pouring rain. Excessive!]

[Matters of this nature are too numerous to count. Therefore, this person is fundamentally a trash who disregards and plays with other people's feelings. Do not be deceived by his physical shell. Asher is still the best—handsome, upstanding, honest, kind, hardworking, and brave. Please wipe your eyes clean and support Asher together!]

Sebastian: "..."

2L: [The poster needs to provide evidence before opening their mouth. Do not stain my god! My god is pure and pristine!]

4L: [Alright, I got it. My god likes strawberry milk, girls who are good at math, and planetariums. Thank you, poster.]

8L: [Does he perhaps like male Omegas?]

12L: [Poster, screw you. A lie takes a second to tell, but the truth takes a lifetime to clear up. Do your words have any foundation? If you stand with Asher, just stand with him. There is no need to praise one while trampling the other. If you blindly target our Sebastian again, don't blame me for tracking you down and teaching you how to spell the word 'Dad'! Isn't who counts as the most Alpha decided by us Omegas?!]

21L: [Whoever curses my god, I’ll curse their entire family! Don't come trying to leach off his fame!]

43L: [Where did this ugly poster come from, bringing their drama here? Ash is great, and Boss Seb is great too. We love them both. Don't try to drive a wedge between them right here!]

Asher: "..."

Sebastian stole a glance at a certain someone's somewhat frozen expression and felt thoroughly amused.

A straight Alpha would never comprehend the absolute combat power of furious Omegas.

However, Asher wasn't the type to back down easily. After a brief moment of daze, he braced himself once more, rolling up his sleeves to return to the battle. His face was full of righteous fury, his fingers tapping rapidly, to the point where the muscles in his exposed forearms tensed.

Poster: [Why don't you people believe me? I am speaking the absolute truth. If a single word is false, let me never rank first in the grade again.]

Poster: [What do you mean I could never rank first anyway? I have done nothing but rank first my entire life, alright?]

Poster: [What do you mean I am a compulsive liar? What do you mean I am impersonating your Ash? What do you mean I am not even worthy of carrying their shoes?]

Poster: [No, I admit that Asher is indeed more excellent, handsome, smart, and striking than me, but speaking strictly of facts, I am definitely stronger than Sebastian.]

If it were a physical altercation, the young master would surely never lose. But when it came to a text argument, he could never win against a pack of Omegas armed with keyboards.

Being the sweetest Omegas while spewing the fiercest words.

Sebastian watched Asher’s thoroughly frustrated, explosive state as he failed to make sense to those people. Suppressing his amusement, he reached out his hand and tapped twice in front of him. "Alright, don't let it run on forever."

Asher immediately pulled his phone back guiltily, putting on a solemn face. "What do you mean 'run on forever'? Have you finished the problems?"

"Finished," Sebastian nodded with excellent patience. "And I happened to scroll through the school forum for a bit too."

"..." Asher choked for a moment, the tips of his ears flushing a slight pink.

He had never imagined that someone like Sebastian would waste time on a place as boring as the school forum.

A smile hooked the corner of Sebastian's mouth. "I even read an exceptionally interesting thread."

"..."

"It detailed quite a bit of my past. I mused that in the entire city of Riverdale, only one person happens to know all of that."

Sebastian spoke in a slow, deliberate manner with a half-smile, causing Asher’s ears to flush an even deeper crimson.

Since things were out in the open, he simply took a righteous stand. "So what? Which sentence in there was false?"

"The incidents are indeed real events," Sebastian tapped his finger rhythmically against the desk. "It’s just that I think I might need to help a certain someone recall the complete version."

"The strawberry milk—if I recall correctly, a certain someone loved it excessively. If he didn't drink his fill, he wouldn't take his afternoon nap. My own share wasn't enough, so there was no choice."

"..."

"The math homework—someone absolutely had to complete it but wanted to play games instead, so they threw the workbook straight to me."

"..."

"And regarding that rainy day, I wonder who exactly took such a tumble that it required me to carry him on my back all the way to the clinic." He raised a finger to point outside the window. "There, that innocent concrete step. Perhaps it would be willing to act as a witness."

Asher recalled that it had indeed happened exactly the way Sebastian described.

Embarrassed, he rubbed his nose. "You’re a grown man, yet you constantly remember these petty, nagging details. Boring."

Sebastian nodded. "Mm, you're interesting."

With that, he even slid his phone screen right in front of Asher, where Asher's criminal evidence was glaringly displayed.

Asher was furious.

Being compared to Sebastian by others was one thing; his years of rule as the school heartthrob being threatened was another; being cursed by Sebastian's infatuated fans was yet another.

He had simply wanted to guide the aesthetic values of the youth, yet he had been caught red-handed right to his face. He wished he could press himself straight into the dirt and bury himself alive.

Didn't this guy never frequent a boring place like the forum? Wasn't he an untouchable flower who ignored all outside commotion? How could he handle such difficult physics problems while simultaneously having the spare mind to scroll through the forum?

Deliberate.

He must have done it on purpose.

Deliberately wanting to see how the kingdom Asher had built was being upended by him, and then utilizing it to flaunt his victory, expressing his disdain with total justification.

What an absolute piece of trash.

Furious.

The more Asher thought about it, the angrier he became. Standing up abruptly, he snatched his bag and bolted out the door at lightning speed.

As he fled, Sebastian caught a fleeting glimpse of his crimson neck and ears.

Some people only looked flashy on the surface, yet their skin was thinner than anyone else's.

Sebastian’s mood was quite excellent. Leaning back into his chair, he continued to casually browse through the forum.

He caught a thread posted by an ID named Ice Cream Round Pearl: 【Asher's Fan Club is officially established today! Recruiting new members across the board! Register and vote to receive a free milk tea!】

He paused for a moment, clicking inside.

His fingertips moved swiftly, typing a few characters under an anonymous guest status.

——How do I join the fan club.