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"Tear it up and paste it back to me." Fa'an cleared his throat, "It's still different from returning it properly in the first place."

Anglia, who had been standing in front of him as if struggling, immediately relaxed when she heard this sentence, tears fell from his eyes, and he turned around and ran away.

"--and many more!"

He ran out several steps at once, and Fa'an had to stand up and call him loudly.

The silence of the library was suddenly broken, and many Omegas who were reading looked over dissatisfiedly, and Fa'an showed them an apologetic smile.

Anglia stood a few steps away without moving. Fa'an called him softly again, and he turned around slowly and walked back.

"What's the matter with you?"

He stopped in front of Fa'an, pursed his lips and said.

"Talk?" Fa'an looked at him.

"I have nothing to talk to you about."

Fa'an ignored his insincere words, and directly ordered, "You wait for me at the entrance of the library, and I will come down after greeting Sivir and the others."

Anglia looked at him, and after a while, she obediently walked a few steps towards the door.He stopped again and turned his head, and asked in a low voice, "You didn't mean to trick me, did you?"

Fa'an looked at him like an idiot.

Anglia went downstairs obediently.

After Faan waited for him to leave, he went over to talk to Sivir. Sivir looked a little surprised, but his personality was not like Lilian's after all. After confirming that Anglia was not here to find fault or harbor evil intentions, he agreed to let Faan Ann passed by alone.

"Be careful." Sivir looked at him worriedly, "There are two Alphas beside him."

Although the chance of ordering the bodyguards to attack Fa'an is very small, and the chance of the bodyguards actually daring to do so after receiving the order is almost zero, Sivir still gave an order.

"Don't worry, I have a measure."

Fa'an smiled at him, then turned and followed downstairs.

When he came to the entrance of the library, he saw Anglia under the street lamp at a glance. She was half squatting on the edge of the flower bed, pulling out the green leaves from the flowering branches inside one by one.

"Awaited."

When Fa'an walked over, Anglia seemed to be taken aback, and immediately stood up.He threw away the leaves on his hands, and rubbed his hands on his pants unnaturally.

Anglia felt a little embarrassed seeing Fa'an's eyes fall on her own hands that were stained with leaves and branches.

"What are you doing! Have you never seen an Omega play with leaves? You..."

He cut off abruptly as Faan handed over a handkerchief.

"What does it matter to me whether you play with leaves or not?" Fa'an asked calmly, putting the handkerchief into Anglia's dirty palm, "Wipe it off."

This handkerchief is fragrant, with a light-colored check and a small pink flower embroidered on one corner.Anglia subconsciously tightened her hand, and then let it go because of the soft touch in her palm.

He clutched the handkerchief in a daze, did not wipe his hands, and Fa'an ignored him, and walked slowly along the edge of the flower bed.

After walking two steps, footsteps came from behind, and it was Anglia who followed.

"You don't like Li An?" Fa'an asked without looking back.

Anglia reflexively wanted to say that Li An's classes were useless, but when she thought of the tea ceremony he was obsessed with recently, as well as those professional classes that were really interesting, she shut up embarrassingly.

Fa'an didn't care until he got an answer, and changed to the next question.

"You don't like Li'an's Omega? Hate your classmates?"

"I hate the Omega of the main star." Anglia quickly replied this time.

Fa'an stopped and turned to look at him.

"The reason?"

"them……"

Anglia opened her mouth, then closed it again.Fa'an waited patiently for him for a while, but before he got an answer, he looked back and was about to turn around.Seeing this, Anglia panicked inexplicably, and blurted out.

"They hurt me."

Fa'an turned around again, Anglia pursed her lips, and said again, "They hurt me and kept laughing at me."

This statement obviously didn't match Lilian Kepu's rumors. Fa'an raised his eyebrows, but he didn't raise any doubts, he just asked softly.

"What about Li'an? Did someone laugh at you?"

Of course there is!only……

Anglia said: "Even if they didn't say it, they must have thought so in their hearts."

Fa'an frowned slightly, he thought for a while, and said to Anglia.

"I won't ask you any more," he said, "you will ask me questions instead."

"Huh?" Anglia was taken aback for a moment.

"You ask me."

Fa'an repeated patiently, "You should have something to ask about me, right?"

This... of course there is!

Anglia came to her senses and asked the question almost subconsciously.

"Why are you approaching me?"

He grumbled, "Why are you... nice to me?"

"How am I treating you?" Fa'an smiled, "Didn't I just give you a notebook? You tore it up."

Anglia blushed a little.

"The difference between me and others is that I gave you a notebook. Before that, I should be no different from Li An's other Omega in your impression, right? Do you also think I'm secretly laughing at you in my heart?"

"Do you rely on a notebook to judge what others think of you?"

Anglia choked, unable to refute for a while, and finally could only say.

"But no one with me...no one close to me. If they didn't secretly laugh at me, why..."

Fa'an listened to him for a long time, and understood what he actually wanted to say——

If they don't hate me, why don't they be friends with me?

"Have you ever approached others?" Fa'an asked suddenly, "Why must others approach you first, are you the emperor of the empire?"

Anglia froze.

"But..." He subconsciously wanted to refute, but after "but" for a long time, he didn't say anything.

Fa'an didn't make things difficult for him, skipped the topic, and signaled him to ask the next question.

Anglia took a while to withdraw her thoughts, thought for a while and continued, "Why do you like this?"

"Cosmetics, clothes..." He organized his words, "I like to be pretty, and I speak softly..."

"There are others that don't."

"The Quincy girls are different," Faan said. "They tend to have their hair very short and have tattoos all over their backs."

"Really?" Anglia's eyes widened in surprise.

"Yes." Fa'an looked at him, "She is now at the Imperial United University."

"Then she..."

"She has a lot of friends, including Omega and Alpha and Beta." Fa'an directly added.

Anglia stopped talking.

"These things we like..." Fa'an said, and after drawing Anglia's attention, he asked, "Did anyone hurt?"

No one was hurt.

But he couldn't fit in.

So they hated all these things they liked, including those who liked them.

"What should an Omega be like?"

The last question of the day, Anglia finally let go of the proud and impatient expression on his face that was always aimed at others, and asked almost in a daze.

"Omega regards you as a role model, and I see many people have posters of you."

"Is Omega supposed to be like you?"

It was very dark, but because the street lights were bright, the dark night sky also cast a little blue shadow, and the outline of the creeping clouds could be seen clearly.

The night wind blows, the branches and leaves of the shrubs in the flower bed rustle, and the flowers are close together, exuding a delicate fragrance.

Fa'an stood under the street lamp, with long golden hair hanging down to his waist, reflecting a hazy halo under the light.His voice was also a bit hazy in Anglia's ears, because it was completely different from what he had heard and thought before, so it penetrated into his mind, carrying a mysterious atmosphere.

In fact, Fa'an's words were very slow, deep and clear, with a tone that could only be obtained after careful consideration.

"I don't represent any Omega."

"I just happen to have the same preferences as most people, so I unintentionally satisfy some people's aesthetics, and I am lucky to be called a 'model'. For people with different aesthetics, I am the most ordinary Omega."

"The most important thing is that everyone can't pretentiously despise trends because their preferences are different from the general public, and regard themselves as unique; nor can they set the standard for the entire Omega group just because they are the 'majority'. Mainstream It should not be criticized, and the minority should not be excluded."

"Omega is free."

Lilian walked into the bedroom with an expression of seeing a ghost.

Fa'an was visiting their dormitory, leaning on Sivir's body like a boneless person, and joked with a smile when he saw her like this.

"What's the matter, Lilian? Did you throw away your soul with the trash?"

"What do you say!"

Lilian kicked Fa'an's calf angrily, and sat down beside him.

"You can never imagine what I just met, my God! Let me tell you, don't be afraid..."

Sivir's attention was attracted, and he put down the book in his hand.

"What's the matter? I'm your brother, and I won't be afraid."

"I'm the general's wife, and I won't be afraid." Fa'an answered.

Lilian gave Fa'an a blank look, cleared her throat and said, "I just met Anglia downstairs—"

"He saw me and said to me: 'I'm sorry for pushing you last time'."

"Oh my god!" Lilian couldn't believe it. "He said 'I'm sorry'! Could it be that his absenteeism these two days is to cure his brain?"

Since the last time I chatted with Fa'an at the entrance of the library, Anglia didn't know whether it was too much shock or what happened. She didn't come to class for several days, and even missed his favorite tea ceremony class. up.

Lilian didn't know what Fa'an and Anglia had talked about, but Sivir knew about it, so she couldn't help but glance at him at this time.

Fa'an patted Lilian on the shoulder calmly and asked her.

"What happens after he apologizes to you?"

"He ran away immediately," Lilian replied.

"Oh." Fa'an nodded, and said calmly, "It seems that he hasn't completely healed yet."

Lilian looked at him in confusion.

At this moment, Fa'an's terminal beeped.This was the special ringtone he set for Andre, and Fa'an immediately looked down at the message from the general.

His gaze was fixed on the terminal for a full 30 seconds, his face was cloudy and uncertain, and finally he raised his head in mourning, and said to Sivir and Lilian:

"I tell you one thing, don't be afraid..."