Pheromone Collision

Jiang Li, the cold and beautiful academic genius from University A’s medical school, has two secrets. 1. His pheromone was colorless and odorless, yet it render all Alphas impotent. 2. He suffers from severe stage fright—so severe that his breathing becomes irregular, preventing him from completing his graduation defense. The defense requires a panel of 33 professors taking turns to question candidates, with no exemptions unless one applies for a grading-based evaluation in late pregnancy. Jiang Li: That’s a good solution, but— By chance, a friend introduces him to soothe the pheromone storm of a mysterious, irrational Alpha. Surprisingly, someone can actually smell his pheromones without losing potency—and is even calmed by Jiang Li. Six months later, at University A’s graduate defense session: Jiang Li stands with a slightly rounded abdomen and pale lips, avoiding eye contact with the panel below. By the end, his clothes are drenched in cold sweat. His research is flawless, and the room falls silent as the grading system prepares to announce a perfect score— Suddenly, a deep voice echoes from the back row. "On the night of December 3rd, were you really in the lab?" Cen Lang flips open the lab log, presses a slender finger against the date, and raises cold, questioning eyes. Jiang Li’s phobia flares up. Clutching the table, his face turns ghostly pale. "...Yes." What, can’t I still drag myself out to run an experiment? Cen Lang has endured pheromone storms for twelve years, leaving anyone near him during episodes with chronic neural pain. Until one day, a fleeting deity descends. Only to leave him a counterfeit. Cen Lang folds his hands, gazing lazily at Jiang Li with dangerous intent. "Those who dare lie to me—" Jiang Li: "Can I draw a vial of your pheromones?" Cen Lang: "...Fine."