Plato's Little Star [ABO]

Olande has dealt with many street punks, because he is poor and can only live in the slums - there are a lot of punks blowing dirty whistles here.Hollander can be violent at times, but he has to pretend he's a good beta.Otherwise he didn't know what the consequences would be.

Most of the Omega in the Christo area signed the Empire’s "Underage Omega Support Contract". After the handover of the Christo area, those Omega were brought back to the empire, and they will be assigned to a certain Alpha when they become adults. Spouses, their god of love is a cold genetic testing machine...or maybe it's Eros, the god of lust?

Hollander likes the warmth that belongs to people, and he refuses to hand over his future to the genetic testing machine.As long as there are inhibitors and he goes through the estrus smoothly, he is no different from Beta.He saved up a lot of inhibitors.

After the Federation took over Christopher, more than half of the ruffians on the streets of the city disappeared—it is said that they were stuffed into compulsory schools or sent to reform through labor.Recently, Olande relaxed a lot when he went out, so he was surrounded and beaten by a group of punks.

Olande is now only grateful to the old lady who is riding a tricycle to buy groceries at the opposite door. When the old lady who loves mysterious oriental mechanical products entered the door, she saw a group of punks squatting on the side of the road with sticks in their hands, and immediately turned around. Went to the police station and called the police.

When the police arrived, the group of hooligans who had robbed Orlande's inhibitors and prepared to sell them for money all came out of Orlande's house with bruised noses and victors—they They even stood in line and neatly made a victory gesture to the camera of the old lady's house.

Hollander wasn't seriously injured because he changed his mind and jumped out the window when he realized he couldn't fight a swarm of flies, but he was hospitalized for observation with multiple soft tissue contusions.Olande didn't feel sorry for the pain in his body, he only cared about the confiscated inhibitors - he was only three shots away, and he would be accused of drug smuggling by the police.

The old lady across the door, the head of the office team of the library, the owner of the fast food restaurant, the courier in the old town, and many others came to the hospital to visit Olande after hearing about it.Plato, who often comes to fast food restaurants to drink hot milk without ginger powder, has also heard about it.

Plato combed his light blond hair up to reveal his forehead, and his nose was straight, with an almost unmistakable curve from forehead to chin.It was a very hot day, and Plato didn't wear a coat, but only a brown striped shirt with a stand-up collar on a white background. The buttons at the collar were golden, and the fabric was made of a blend of linen and silk.

"Olande?" When Plato entered the door and saw Olande, he completely forgot that he was visiting the hospital.His blue eyes, never bothered to hide emotion, now seem to have stolen a few tiny stars from the Milky Way.When Plato found out that there were still patients in the ward, he suddenly realized that his happy mood was not right. He put aside the mysterious oriental food he was eating—soy bean seaweed pig tail soup, "Hmm... Excuse me, I mean, Oland, are you okay?"

Olande was peeling an apple for the little girl with freckles on the opposite bed. "I'm fine, but I'm required to be observed for a week before I can be discharged. Do you want an apple?"

Olande hasn't rented a place to stay after he's discharged from the hospital. Recently, the slums have started to clean up street forces. Those gangsters seem to be crazy, and even started burglarizing.Olande's estrus is coming soon, and he may smell of pheromone recently. He only has two inhibitors, and it is impossible to use them in advance, but he cannot be discovered by those people that he is an Omega.

Olande planned to live in a part-time fast food restaurant after he was discharged from the hospital, and the boss agreed.

"Let me peel it." Platu took the fruit knife from Olande's hand, washed his hands and the apple, and then slowly peeled it.He cut the apple open, with the sweet juice on his fingers, and gave half of it to Olande, "Olande, did you have anything to do this afternoon? I want to introduce you to a job—a very easy job, employer Nice people."

Olande's leg was still a little sore, and he wasn't going to deliver a courier in the old city this afternoon.But asking Plato to introduce him to a job, Holland always felt that something was weird.But he needs to save some money quickly to buy enough inhibitors before the census, "It's okay."

"Well... There is a Mr. Platu who looks like me, and wants to hire you to cook dinner at his home - you can do anything, you can stay for dinner, or you can go back." Plato said and took out his A key, "Hahaha, I wanted to bake a little cookie the other day, and I made a caramelized kitchen tonight. I choose abstinence before marriage - although I may never intend to marry in my life, I don't I will harass you. Of course, you can refuse, and it is Plato's honor to refuse."

Olande's first reaction was indeed to refuse, not because Plato was Alpha, but because he was Plato.This may sound convoluted, but the truth is like—even if a rose is not called a rose, it is still fragrant. Even if Plato is not an Alpha, Olande does not want him to know that he is a Beta.He's cheating on Plato, but he doesn't want to be found out.In fact, what Plato said is quite right. Humans are very sad animals. Humans cannot communicate with each other. They conceal and deceive each other.

When Olande and Plato were together, he wasn't afraid of losing control of his estrus—in the face of an Omega in heat, Plato could calmly inject himself and Omega with inhibitors.

"I refuse." Olande refused.

"That's great. Recently, I have a reason to invite you to dinner, my benefactor." Platu said with a smile, his eyelashes are beautiful, "This is my gratitude, please don't refuse."

The author has something to say: Q: Is Plato cut black?