The Fallen Merman

Clownfish’s Diary

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I remembered on the day the mission ended, the return bus stopped by the riverbank for a long time.
Due to Instructor getting on late, the bus couldn’t depart.
It was already dark and the streetlights on the riverbank went off one by one.
All that was left were the two rows of dim lights inside the bus. 

The doctors in the back row were discussing Samael’s virus in low whispers.
Mongoose was sitting silently in the back row, sleeping with an eye mask on.
However, I could see two damp spots on the eye mask—alphas always didn’t like showing their sadness in front of others.

 

Firefly was exhausted.
His head rested on my legs as he curled in the seat and slept soundly.
His eyelashes were wet, and from time to time, he would get so frightened by his nightmares that his butt would glow.

I lifted the curtain and saw a figure smoking under a tree in the distance; his tall and handsome silhouette looming under the moonlight.

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Instructor Bai was a devil with daggers hidden in his smile.
But as long as the training was over, then he was the perfect ideal type for all omegas in the entire special agent training base.
My roommate wrote a novel, “Instructor Kissed Me 99 Times”, which we circulated around.
In the end, it was taken away by an alpha.
He even mocked us that we had gone crazy from thinking about alphas.
Later, I found out that those alphas had also secretly read it by chance—the fanfic was dirty, and the corners were rolled up.

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Even until now, Instructor hadn’t shown us his differentiation grade.
I think it should be very high, because every time I watch his real combat videos, it felt like he was at ease.
He was like those masters that would only show one-tenth of their strength.

 

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I like Instructor Bai.
This wasn’t something that I find hard to mention out loud.
Firefly also liked him.
Admiration towards a powerful alpha itself was the instinct of human evolution.
But like was just like; it didn’t have to be realized, and it’s also difficult to be realized.

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Instructor Bai wasn’t a ruthless person, even if his training methods were inhuman.
I didn’t know how to describe it when he laughed.
On Teacher’s Day, we made a cake and delivered it to his lounge.
We were planning to smear it on his face when he wasn’t paying attention.
We had our cameras ready, but in the end, he had long been prepared.
He hid behind the door and smeared cream on our faces as soon as we came in.

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Instructor Bai was a cool alpha.
It seemed like he knew a little of everything.
He would teach us chemistry and economics, and also teach us surfing and skateboarding.
He looked like a high schooler when he didn’t wear that intimidating instructor’s uniform, but just a big T-shirt, shorts, and baseball cap.
We found out that his ears were pierced, so we gave him a studded earring made out of shells.

We all know that Instructor liked blue fish, but the bones of blue fish were white, so we chose a blue shell and washed it in the sand for a long time. 

He definitely liked it, otherwise, he wouldn’t have let us put it on him.
He looked more like a handsome jerk now.
Jerk was a compliment over here.

However, Instructor took off the shell ornaments the next day.
We asked him why and he perfunctorily said that the president didn’t allow it.
Later, even the rows of ear holes closed up.

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We’ve been together for three years.
Some of us have grown up, and some of us have grown taller and tanned, but the instructor hadn’t changed in the slightest; his appearance had never changed.

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Looking at Instructor through the glass window of the return bus, I thought about a lot of useless things, but another figure that appeared beside the instructor startled me.

That omega coiled down from the branches, the glimmering and looming long tail curling around the trunk.
His forearm locked around the Instructor’s neck from behind, then pressed a pistol to Instructor’s temple.

Our instructor hated being threatened the most, and he didn’t like other omegas being too intimate with him.
I had thought that this beautiful omega would be tossed to the ground in the next second, but it didn’t happen.
Instead, Instructor was pressed to the ground.

I woke up Firefly and we leaned against the glass to watch together.
The condescending look of that omega made me shiver.
We saw him stretch out his fingernails and carved bloody words on the instructor’s body like he was stamping a brand of belonging on a captive plaything.
The desire for control in his eyes was frightening.
Instructor was hurt by him, but he didn’t resist at all.
Rather, he let the omega wreck his body with an indulgent attitude. 

Firefly and I froze, subconsciously holding our breath as we watched them.
Instructor staggered to his feet as he covered his bloody belly.
He lifted the hem of his shirt, revealing his lean belly, and looked at the wound.
He wiped the surrounding bloodstain and put it in his mouth to taste it.

Instructor bowed and lifted the merman, then walked towards our bus.
Firefly and I didn’t dare peek anymore.
We looked at them from the corner of our eyes and saw Instructor sitting in the back row.
The merman didn’t sit next to him but continued to sit in his arms, resting on his shoulders with his eyes half-closed.

Instructor held the merman’s head with his right hand, pulled down the curtain gently, then lowered his head and kissed the merman’s eyes.
While the merman was asleep, he quietly ruffled the merman’s lowered eyelashes with his knuckles cherishingly.
When Instructor turned his head to the side, he revealed a bite mark and a fish mark on his neck.
There were obviously no alphas that were willing to be marked by an omega.

The long-distance bus was driving on the highway.
Firefly and I were so excited that we couldn’t sleep; glancing at them from time to time.
The usually alert and keen instructor never noticed our peeping even once.
His gaze kept landing on the omega in his arms—it was so gentle that it made people feel a bit sorry for him. 

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President’s Diary

I personally visited Cheng Chi’s parents and told them the news of the child’s death during the line of duty.
I was also very sad when I saw their shocked expressions.

Cheng Chi’s father came to me alone.
Listening to his choked pleas, I couldn’t say anything unkind to an alpha who had aged ten years overnight. 

When I returned to the office, I told Xiao Bai to come over.
I tactfully expressed Cheng Chi’s father’s wish to him, but Xiao Bai showed a very surprised look and asked me why in puzzlement.

Xiao Bai was still young.
Even the world he experienced was paler and purer than other teenagers his age.
He refused to hand over the marble in his hand.

That was his differentiation ability, “Annihilate”.
Even though I had lived for more than 40 years, I had never seen an ability like this that could almost go on equal footing with the god of creation.
When the marble with the condensed soul gets broken, that person would be completely wiped out from this world, leaving no trace of their existence.

Xiao Bai didn’t hand over the marble, he sneered and just left.
He was like a rebellious teen, but I can’t force my values on him, and neither could any of us. 

But in the end, at Cheng Chi’s memorial service, he personally handed the marble to Cheng Chi’s father.
Every youth will have to cruelly grow up, and we won’t know if it’ll end up good or bad.

However, I wrote down this incident on paper in advance from start to finish without leaving out any details and pressed it down under a glass plate.
Even if the name Cheng Chi gets erased from my mind, I would still remember that a young heroic spirit sacrificed themself.

 

After the memorial service, Xiao Bai came in to report the outcome to me and was surprised to find that I still remembered.
He was a bit happy.
Before he left, he casually asked me that if he died, would anyone be willing to remember him.

I told him there would be, and he left happily. 

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Because there definitely would be.
The guardianship and custody of him before adulthood was still in my hands.
Jin-ge and I had always regarded him as our second child, but he probably doesn’t know that.

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Chapter 62

It was rare for the president to give a two-day vacation.
Bai Chunian went to the mall to buy a water mattress from a well-known brand.
The seller advertised that their water mattress was designed with a water cooling system inside.
In the scorching summer, it could bring about a relaxing coolness.
The customers who had used it had given it negative reviews, saying that after sleeping for a week, they got rheumatoid arthritis and osteoarthritis.
However, Bai Chunian was very satisfied with this design.
He chose one that had an appropriate softness and hardness and personally drove home with it.
He washed it twice and dried it out in the sun, then filled it with water and sealed it.
He adjusted the height of the mattress, placed it on the left side of his bed, and turned on the water cooling system.

“Lie down.” Bai Chunian patted the fish tank.
Rimbaud crawled out of the fish tank and yawned. 

The water mattress exuded cool air.
Rimbaud lay on it and rolled around comfortably.
“It’s so cool.”

Bai Chunian lay on the bed, close to the seam between the water mattress and the ordinary mattress.
He gently put his hand on Rimbaud’s waist and whispered into his ear, “I don’t want to sleep by myself, accompany me.”

Rimbaud rubbed his head, sat up, and lifted Bai Chunian’s undershirt to check if the wound he ravaged was infected or inflamed.

Bai Chunian softly groaned, “It hurts…” 

Rimbaud furrowed his eyebrows, lied down, and hugged him, letting him bury his head in Rimbaud’s embrace.
Rimbaud released soothing pheromones and gently patted the alpha’s body to console him.
“Be good, be good..”

Bai Chunian rolled over and pressed on Rimbaud like a coquettish big cat, licking his neck and fingers.
Bai Chunian had tiny barbs on his tongue.
He scraped the omega’s skin for the soothing pheromone and swallowed it into his belly.
He instinctively wanted to groom his mate, but Rimbaud’s body was pale and smooth, so there was basically no hair for him to comb.
Instead, Rimbaud’s skin was being scraped to a rosy red by the barbs.