WMSR — QT Chapter 168

 

WMSR – QT Chapter 168

By

siofra

Chapter 168

When Bai Yichen encountered questions he genuinely lacked the capacity to answer, he simply resorted to silence. Fortunately, such reticence worked in his favor, neatly aligning with the objectives he hoped to achieve.

Yet the opposite omega appeared entirely immune to the conversational stonewalling that routinely killed any dialogue. Whenever Colin noticed him shutting down, he would intuitively and understandingly pivot to a fresh topic, plunging Bai Yichen straight back into a renewed cycle of mental exhaustion.

Of course, the parties far more mentally exhausted than Bai Yichen at that juncture were the massed spectators populating the livestream room. Countless viewers gazed upon the dating dynamic with near-total numbness: one participant strained tirelessly to spark conversation, latching onto every uttered word with boundless, unflagging enthusiasm as though incapable of exhaustion, while the other remained persistently lukewarm, offering only sparse, occasional monosyllabic grunts. The behavioral dynamic felt agonizingly familiar—had their biological genders been swapped, it would have formed an entirely standard, textbook scene.

Yet the individual driving the conversation forward and hanging on every word happened to be an omega, and not just any omega, but their most stunning dream male omega, Colin. Conversely, the perpetually lukewarm, monosyllabic respondent was merely an alpha. Witnessing this, the collective audience felt as though their hearts were shattering into pieces.

Colin, why are you doing this? What is so great about this alpha, is he even worth it?

Yet the livestream audience members privately consoled themselves that they could still endure it. After all, having previously witnessed Colin personally shelling seafood to feed that alpha, what greater blow could possibly sting?

They could take it—ha, ha, ha...

Meanwhile, hidden within that very same livestream room sat a single individual whose soul was being devoured by an agonizing wave of regret: Muir. In truth, the moment he observed Colin's tender demeanor toward this particular alpha from the very outset, Muir had recognized his catastrophic miscalculation, plunging headlong into bottomless remorse. He had lingered in the livestream room ever since, acting as a stealthy spectator. With every passing minute he watched Colin lavish such unreserved, groveling devotion upon the alpha, the remorse festering inside his chest doubled. By now, it had escalated into absolute, unmitigated despair. Why, why hadn't he simply mirrored all five of Colin's selections when he had the chance? He had explicitly sensed that something was amiss with Colin, yet through pure complacency and arrogance, he had let the correct option slip right through his fingers. Just a single step—he had been a mere hair's breadth away from permanently grinding his ultimate rival beneath his heel.

Seeing Colin completely devoid of self-gracing dignity before the alpha, acting as though infatuated down to his very marrow, Muir realized that had he selected this alpha instead and engineered a successful match, he could have weaponized it to shatter Colin's signature aura of supreme indifference forever, ensuring Colin remained a perennial loser in his presence. Instead, through sheer carelessness, he had forfeited the opportunity for eternity.

In this world, nothing provoked deeper anguish than loss born not of ignorance, but of a microscopic oversight that squandered victory at the finish line. That exact realization formed the precise psychological portrait of Muir in that agonizing moment.

While the livestream viewers drifted through their complex internal whirlwinds, Colin remained entirely consumed by his dialogue with his beloved alpha—though conversation consisted primarily of his own voice. As Colin recounted an amusing anecdote from his past, an overly emphatic hand gesture accidentally knocked against a beverage glass resting on the table. By sheer, unfortunate coincidence, the liquid splashed entirely across Bai Yichen's sleeve.

"Ah, I'm so sorry! What should I do, it's all stained," Colin apologized profusely, his expression flooded with genuine distress, while his hand moved without a moment's hesitation to snatch up a pristine linen napkin and begin dabbing vigorously at the alpha's stained cuff.

Silence—an eerie, profound silence descended upon the livestream room. Viewers who had been bickering across various conversational threads abruptly froze, collectively staring at the tableau unfolding before them. Though framed as an accidental mishap, watching Colin seize the alpha's hand without a split second of hesitation and continue clinging to it even now to clean the fabric triggered a deeply bizarre sensation across the board.

After an indeterminate stretch, someone finally piped up in the chat: "What do we do? Should we call the Omega Protection Association?"

Previously restrained by that inexplicable, awkward unease, the audience seized upon the question as an instantaneous emotional outlet. Someone blurted out in response: "What protection association? If anyone needs protection here, it's the Alpha Protection Association!"

Wryly enough, this purely cynical jest instantly struck a profound chord of validation among the masses. While they had spent days lambasting the alpha for lacking the merit to command such preferential treatment from an omega, they had simultaneously witnessed Colin's relentless, burning proactiveness contrasted against the alpha's consistent detachment. Now, exploiting a minor accident as an excuse, Colin was lingeringly refusing to let go of the alpha's hand. Though everyone remained staunchly in Colin's camp, basic human conscience dictated that one could not completely abandon all objectivity.

Ultimately, no one within the livestream audience elected to play the spoiler or summon the Omega Protection Association to disrupt a pair of lovebirds. Instead, they passively watched as Colin continued patting and clutching the alpha's hand for an extended stretch, right up until the alpha gently pulled his arm away.

The livestream viewers plainly observed the flicker of desolation that crossed Colin's features the moment his grip was broken, prompting someone to post a soft sigh: "Today I've finally learned that human beings can truly be wired in entirely different ways."

A chorus of sympathetic agreement rippled across the chat, deeply resonating with the sentiment.

And thus, the rendezvous Colin had yearned for with such agonizing anticipation drew to a close once he stretched the duration to its absolute maximum limit. Hearing Bai Yichen bid him farewell, Colin marshaled every ounce of his willpower to anchor himself in place, watching silently as the figure departed.

Yet it won't be long now, Colin reassured himself quietly. Just one more day, and this alpha will belong to me entirely.

Following the conclusion of that day's date, the final leg of the three-day matchmaking schedule arrived. Colin was slated for a single rendezvous on this concluding day, and upon arriving at the venue, he had deliberately dialed back his styling, reverting entirely to his accustomed, low-key aesthetic.

The moment livestream spectators caught sight of Colin's minimalist presentation, they erupted into cheerful banter, remarking that this was the familiar, authentic Colin they knew. True to form, throughout the final date, Colin seamlessly resurrected his trademark icy aloofness, effectively treating his companion as transparent air from start to finish before promptly filing for session termination the exact microsecond the mandatory minimum duration elapsed.

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