The moment Chelly returned to the dormitory after class, she saw you fiddling with something on your optical computer on the bed. She slowly moved to her own chair and lowered her head, sneaking glances at you.

After a while, Cherie mustered up the courage to ask:

"Eretta, umm … do you want to have lunch together?"

En?

Lunch?

When you heard these two words, you immediately raised your head and looked at your roommate with blinking eyes. Ah, ah, ah, no wonder I felt hungry. It seemed that it was time to eat.

And you've just entered university and you're already eating with your roommate. Awesome!

"Lunch?

Okay! "

You turned off the optical computer and jumped off the bed. You ran to put on your boots and put on the heavy scarf hanging on the side. Then, you looked up at Chelly, who was still shocked by your series of actions and hadn't come back to her senses yet.

"I'm hungry ~ Cherie, let's go ~" You opened your round eyes, put on your gloves, and said to Cherie coquettishly.

"Eh?

En, en, okay. "

Cherie came back to her senses at this time, she stood up in a panic. You watched her happily walk to your side, and then naturally held your hand.

"So, sorry!"

Cherie realized that she took your hand without permission, and seemed to regard it as a hot potato.

She panicked and pulled her hand back, clenched her fists, immediately lowered her head, and closed her eyes, as if a severe punishment was waiting for her.

You noticed that her body was trembling slightly. She was obviously taller than you by a head, but at this time, in your eyes, she was like a small animal that was drenched in the rain, curled up in the corner and shivering.

You didn't say anything. You just cautiously and slowly stretched out your hand, slowly unclenching her clenched fist. From her fingertips to her palm, you could feel the softness of her hand. It was the gentleness of a girl.

You looked at Cherie's closed eyes, her body was still trembling.

…

You lowered your eyes, then gently and firmly interlocked your fingers.

You didn't look at Cherie's reaction. You just turned around, pushed open the door in front of you, and said,

"Let's go, I'm so hungry. Cherie must be hungry too ~ Let's go, hehe."

His casual tone was as soft as cotton candy as it entered Cherie's ears.

Cherie stared at your back with her eyes wide open. She didn't answer.

But you felt her grip on your hand slowly and heavily, as if she had found a rare treasure, so careful.

You held Cherie's hand and walked out of the dormitory. Outside the dormitory, it was still snowing. You loosened your grip on Cherie's hand. Just as you were about to open the umbrella, Cherie reached out and took the umbrella from your hand. She held it up with her right hand.

Her left hand gently held your hand. Through the glove, you seemed to be able to feel the heat from her palm. Her eyelashes fluttered, and her rose-colored eyes were like rubies, shining brightly in the snow.

She turned her head, softened her eyebrows, and said to you:

"Let's go."

***

There were four cafeterias in the First National Palace. They were located in the north, south, east, and west of the school. There was also a famous commercial street outside the school. If you had enough time, you could even take a hover car to the nearby commercial center.

The cafeteria closest to your dormitory was the one in the east. As a university freshman, your first choice was naturally the school's cafeteria. As for the commercial street and the commercial center, you planned to eat in the school's cafeteria before challenging those two.

The cafeteria in the east specialized in buffets. As long as you placed the food you chose on your plate and walked through the automatic sensor at the end, the corresponding amount would be automatically deducted from your account.

As soon as you stepped into the cafeteria, you were attracted by the aroma of the food inside.

The cafeteria in the First National Palace was famous for its delicacies in the university. It also provided a variety of meals. In addition, famous chefs were regularly invited every month to release limited set meals. It was said that many people chose the First National Palace of the "Three Universities of the Alliance" because of this.

After walking around and choosing what you wanted to eat, you carried your plate with satisfaction and went to find a seat with Cherie.

You and Cherie found a remote place. As soon as you put down your plate, you caught a familiar pheromone. It was warm and sincere.

You turned your head if you sensed it.

.....

There was no one.

You blinked your eyes and sniffed carefully.

There was no pheromone.

Did I smell it wrong?

You frowned in confusion and looked at the empty space in front of you.

….

Forget it.

Eat first.

Then you turned your head and sat down with a smile. You smiled sweetly at Cherie's puzzled expression, raised the cutlery in your hand and started eating —

***

"Ebner, why did you suddenly walk so fast?" The brown-haired boy followed Ebner's footsteps, scratched his hair, and asked curiously.

"Class is about to start." Ebner threw out a sentence without turning his head.

"Ah?

But there are still two hours before class? "The brown-haired boy looked at the time and felt even more puzzled.

"… You're so annoying."

Ebner couldn't think of any other reason. After a moment of silence, he threw out a sentence in an attempt to end the topic.

"What? What?

God, even the good-tempered Ebner finds me annoying. Doesn't that mean that I've become despised by thousands of people?

Dead, dead, what about my future … "The brown-haired boy turned pale with fright and kept muttering non-stop.

Well, at least we've ended the topic just now.

Ebner thought in his heart.

In fact, Ebner himself didn't know why he avoided Eretta. It was as if it was a conditioned reflex — to avoid something he couldn't face, to escape.

…

Escape.

For some reason, Ebner suddenly thought of the past.

***

Ebner remembered that it was a summer night.

Both of you were lying on the roof together, enjoying the cool night breeze blowing gently. Both of you were looking at the night sky quietly.

The pitch-black sky was filled with sparkling stars, and a bright moon hung high in the sky. The faint light was like a thin veil, fluttering and sprinkling. The pure white light sprinkled on the earth, as if sprinkling a layer of silver powder on the earth.

He looked at the night sky, suddenly turned his head to look at you, and asked —

"Eretta, what do you think love is? Where is it located in the body?"

"I don't know, I've never experienced it.

But … "

Ebner heard your answer in your usual indifferent tone.

Then the air seemed to be silent for a long time before you continued to answer leisurely.

"I think love is in the stomach."

"In the stomach?"

"Yes, in the stomach."

"Why?

Don't they all say it's in the heart or the brain? "

"But, if it's in the stomach, you see, the stomach is neither too high nor too low. It's just very close to the center of gravity, so it won't be easy to sway. Even if it leaves, it won't empty the body because the position of the tower is stable enough." "That's right.

"Is it like that?"

Ebner turned his head. A wind blew, blowing your hair to Ebner's face. The ends of your hair swept across his face, tickling him, as if they were drifting to the depths of his heart.

"Yes, my heart is too small, I don't know if it can hold it. If love is in the brain, it's too high, so it's easy to fall into the trap of being dominated by feelings. Being dominated by love, unable to use one's reason to think, this matter … seems a little scary."

"But isn't love a kind of spiritual need to begin with?

In the stomach, it does feel strange. "

"Ebner, have you ever been anxious about something?"

"Yes, of course, what's the matter?"

Ebner grabbed the blonde hair that swept across his face, playing with the ends of your hair as he answered.

"People who have been anxious are like patients with stomach problems. Only these two kinds of people know the feeling of a knot in the stomach. Just like what Mathilda said: I used to have a knot in my stomach, but now it's gone.

Good love to the stomach is like a nocturnal animal that shuttles in the light encountering the darkness. It's a kind of comfort that can satisfy your stomach, whether it's physical or mental. "

"I think … I kind of understand, but then again."

"Ah?"

"Who's Mathilda?"

"… The heroine of a movie."

"What movie?

I want to see it too. "

"… I forgot, I forgot, don't worry about it."

"Hey, you must remember!

Tell me, tell me! "

"No!

Hahahahaha, no hahahaha, hey, how can you tickle my waist!

It's itchy. "

Your laughter echoed in the air, and the quiet summer night seemed to be full of vitality because of it.

But ah, my love seems to be in my heart.

Ebner played with you, but the thoughts in his heart were getting deeper and deeper.

***

The first class in the afternoon was your first class in the university.

You followed the map and finally found the classroom. You looked up at the class card, and after confirming that it was correct, you pushed open the door of the classroom — —

The people sitting inside turned their heads to look at you, and the atmosphere in the classroom was like some kind of serious ceremony.

…

Could this be the legendary … freshman assessment?

After you rejected the idea in your heart, you smiled at the people in the class. You looked back at everyone who looked at you, and found that they either quickly lowered their heads or avoided your eyes. No one looked at you for more than a second.

When you looked at the last person, you blinked and closed the door. Ignoring the eyes of the people who passed by, which seemed to be shining with expectation, you went straight to the last row and sat next to that person.

After seeing you sitting beside another Omega, the class seemed to have regained its former liveliness, but the air was still filled with restlessness and fervor.

"Hey, why are you sitting next to me?" The youth's voice was hoarse from puberty, and it came out from his throat.

"Well … you sat next to me this morning."

You took out the books from your bag, put the bag in the bottom drawer, and raised your head to answer.

The youth snorted proudly and turned his head to look out the window.

"Andy." You suddenly called his name.

"What?" Andy still didn't turn his head.

"You're so cute." You looked at his back and said with a smile.

“！！？”

Andy abruptly turned his head around, and his entire body shrunk back. His fair face was quickly dyed red. He furrowed his brows and stared at you. His golden eyes were filled with your figure, and he looked at you like a frightened little beast.

"What are you doing!

Is it fun to fool me? "

He looked at your smiling face and felt that he was teased by you again. He glared at you and squeezed out two words from his throat.

"No, I'm serious." You looked at him without changing your expression. In fact, you looked even more serious.

"… Hmph."

Andy looked at your serious expression and felt his face getting hotter and hotter. He snorted and turned his head to look out the window again.

You looked at Andy turn his head again and blinked innocently. Then you looked around the class.

The gender ratio was unexpectedly balanced. One man and one woman. Not bad.