Chapter 5: Chapter5

Perhaps it is because both Jian Songyi and Bai Huai's auras are too arrogant, perhaps because of the deep-rooted traditional notion that "two as do not end well".
In short, it was obviously a somewhat ambiguous picture, but the news from Xu Jiaxing's big mouth was spread, and finally it was spread that two big guys had a fight in the vast classroom.
Smashing tables and chairs, close hand-to-hand combat, you die and you are endless.
What's more, it is also rumored that the reason why Bai Huai would go away was because the person he liked was taken away by Jian Songyi. The fight today was also because of the omega who hurriedly escaped from a classroom.
Heroes fight, only for the beauty.
The truth is the same.
Jian Songyi almost believed it.
He sat behind Xu Jiaxing, staring at the back of his neck faintly, wondering whether to choke him to death or puncture his glands.
Xu Jiaxing went from the first cervical vertebra to the last coccyx.
He straightened his spine and bravely confronted the threat of death, until the paper was issued, he dared to turn around cautiously, and respectfully offered the answer sheet with both hands.
"Brothers, don't look at me for success? I was wrong. I shouldn't look at it. I have needle eyes when I go back at night. I shouldn't talk nonsense. I have mouth sores when I go back at night."
Jian Songyi hurriedly pulled through the paper: "You have eyes on the back of your head?"
"No, brother, just the cold eye knives of the two of you are about to give me a cold, do I still need to see..."
Xu Jiaxing was wronged.
Jian Songyi waved his hand impatiently: "Turn around, don't let me see your face within two hours."
"twitter."
Bai Huai wrote his name on the paper and said lightly: "You have to be thankful that you are not an omega."
Jian Song thought about it for a while, right.
If he is an omega, today's script may be the forced love.avi of the high cold school grass pretty school master の classroom.
wrong.
He can't be an omega, this assumption simply doesn't hold.
It's not that Jian Songyi is sexist. He thinks omega is soft, weak, sweet and sweet, and also very cute. For example, his mother Ms. Tang and his good friend Zhou Luo are very flattering.
It's just that he is a relatively strong person by nature, and he is used to standing on a commanding height to fight for and protect, and has the instinct of leadership and suppression similar to alpha.
People with this temperament, being an omega, are not suitable.
Besides, where to find a one-meter-eight, eight-pack abs, number one in physical education, and an omega who fights like a beast?
Doesn't exist at all.
Jian Songyi just finished writing most of the papers.
Lizong is too simple for him, he can make it based on his feelings. At the beginning, he will often make some detailed mistakes, but since entering the review stage in the second year of high school, his Lizong has not been lower than 290 points, and his full mark is also Something often happens.
His speed in preparing comprehensive papers is the same as that of Gou Hu.
When he changed the third paper, out of comparison, he glanced at Bai Huai.
Behind the progress of his small paper.
Posing his lips, this person is not so good in reason.
Slag.
Before he issued a superbly worded ridicule, with a "bang", something hit the wall from outside.
Jian Songyi listened to the sound and judged that it should be a ball, and it was smashed quite hard. If it was smashed a little bit too far, it would just hit the glass window next to him.
There are two possibilities, one is deliberate, just wanting to harass him in the exam, and the other is handicap and smashes the wrong way.
But no matter what, there is no good intentions.
Jian Songyi's tongue was tipped against her cheeks, and the corners of her lips stretched out like a smile, and her dark eyes were stained with a little hostility.
As soon as Xu Jiaxing turned around, he saw Jian Songyi like this, and he was so scared that he almost didn't dial 120 out. However, Jian Songyi just turned the pen and continued to write the paper as if nothing had happened.
Bai Huai found that he was writing the questions faster.
When the second "bang" came, he just finished writing the answer to the last question, pressing the paper with his fingertips and pushing forward to Baihuai: "Help me hand it in."
After speaking, he opened the side window, supported the window sill with one hand, straddled his long legs, and jumped out.
The movements are smooth and smooth.
The teacher and the class one classmates who watched the night study stared blankly at the back that disappeared in the rainy night for three seconds, bowed their heads, what should they do.
Forget it, get used to it, this uncle skips the second floor, and jumps to the first floor to keep fit.
Bai Huai followed and looked out the window.
The rain has been a lot lighter, and it's tickle, so that it won't make people catch a cold.
He withdrew his sight and continued the exam.
The child is probably holding fire in his heart for the past two days. If he doesn't have a long eye, he will send it up to vent and let him go.
Anyway, the one with no eyesight is just a waste.
When Jian Songyi came back through the window again, there were still twenty minutes left for the exam.
Bai Huai was playing with his mobile phone without lifting his eyelids.
But Xu Jiaxing in the front row turned around and said in a low voice, "Brother Song, which is this time?"
"tractor."
"Iron Bull? That grandson is a bit arrogant recently. It seems that the school in the United States has basically found a relationship and has fallen, so he walked sideways on the second floor, relying on himself as an alpha, and put pheromone everywhere to put pressure all day long. There is something wrong."
"I can't smell it anyway." Jian Songyi put his schoolbag away, obviously not paying much attention to this grandson.
"But how dare that grandson trouble you? He can't beat you again."
Jian Songyi zips up her schoolbag and understatement: "He also brought two alphas."
Bai Huai finally raised his eyelids and glanced at him: "So it took half an hour?"
No wonder, he said that it would not take so long for Jian Songyi to deal with that guy called Iron Bull.
However, when this word fell in Jian Songyi's ears, it became a provocative question-just hit three alphas, it took you half an hour?
He sneered badly: "Otherwise, how long do we think it should be?"
Bai Huai thought about it seriously, adhering to the principle of honesty, and replied: "One minute."
"..."
In fact, this is still his conservative estimate.
Because of the contest between alpha and alpha, the simplest is pheromone checks and balances. Genes that are powerful enough will make the opponent lose their armor and abandon their armor in an instant through the suppression of pheromone.
This retains the simplest and most direct mechanism in the history of human evolution.
Although Jian Songyi hasn't differentiated yet, he still understands alpha.
He felt that the surname of certain Bai forced the king to be naked show off and mockery.
Isn't it just splitting into a better alpha than him? What's so great.
The bell rang after class.
Jian Songyi put his schoolbag on his shoulders, stood up, and walked towards the back door. When passing by Baihuai, he put his hand on his shoulder, lowered his head to his ear and chuckled: "Then Bo is quite fast, that's a man. too fast--"
"not good."
When the boy said this, an unreal scent swept across the tip of Bai Huai's nose following his leaning motion.
The end of Bai Huai's eyes twitched, and there was a strange look across his amber eyes, so light that it seemed as thin ice that would melt in spring, so that no one noticed it.
After Jian Songyi's provocation, he left the classroom. Only Bai Huai was sitting in the last corner of the classroom. He closed the book, tapped his fingertips on the tabletop, and made a short knock.
Meaningful.
Jian Songyi had asked Lu Qifeng to play games at his home these two nights. After playing too late, she simply slept at Lu Qifeng's house.
Unlike Zhou Luo, the friendship between Lu Qifeng and Jian Songyi was worshipped since childhood. Their mother was a long-time best friend at the mahjong table, so Jian Songyi met Lu Qifeng when he met Bing Tong Wan.
Lu Qifeng is a handsome-looking alpha with a good brain. He has a straightforward personality, a good temper, a good family background, generous shots, righteousness, and high emotional intelligence. He is the kind of boy with the most friends in his school days.
Elementary, junior high, high school, Quan and Jian Songyi are the same school. Two people skip class and fight and play games together. They never fail, and the revolutionary friendship is deep, which is a true childhood.
In contrast, Baihuai's bamboo horse is very plastic.
It's still inferior.
As soon as the poor quality bamboo horse entered the classroom in the morning, she saw Jian Songyi lying on the table to make up for a sleep.
It is not unusual for a boy of this age to have a good friend or two, and occasionally stay overnight.
But when Bai Huai sat down, he couldn't help but frowned, "Where did I get a pheromone."
Probably because alpha is inherently hostile to the smell of alpha.
Jian Songyi didn't realize it, pulling at the neckline, lowered his head and sniffed a few times, and there was still a daze between his eyebrows: "Is there?"
After that, he loosened his collar and lay down lazily: "Lu Qifeng clearly said that he hasn't worn the clothes yet. Why does your alpha have such a good nose?"
After saying that, I felt wrong and added: "We are alpha."
Bai Huai held the pen between his fingertips and held it for a moment. The thin lens coated the tear mole at the corner of his eye with a cool light.
Indifferent tone: "You should not be considered alpha."
Jian Songyi knew that he hadn't split up yet at the age of seventeen. This puberty did come a little later, but he had never doubted that he would split into a top alpha. Hearing Bai Huai's words was particularly unpleasant.
He felt that this person was just showing off overtly and secretly and despising him these days, and he lazily uttered: "You have to be thankful that I split up late, or else I'm afraid that the pheromone will make you unable to attend class by then."
"Oh, looking forward to it."
"..."
Xu Jiaxing felt that the atmosphere behind him was really not so wonderful, but he didn't dare to persuade him. Fortunately, Lao Bai came in with a list.
"The test score sheet has come out, you can come and see for yourself."
After finishing talking, I was busy going to inspect and study early, the remaining one in the classroom blasted the pot, scrambled to rush up, and then paled.
Knowing that it was death, why did he move forward so bravely.
Jian Song raised an eyebrow in confusion.
He never looked at the transcript, because the words "Jian Songyi" appeared at the top, he was tired.
Just thinking about it, a roar erupted from the crowd: "Fuck, Brother Song is not the number one?!"
"Brother Song is number one. Look, he has the same score as Baihuai, except that Baihuai is ‘b’, so it’s on the top. Alas, what do you think I do?"
Xu Jiaxing paused, as if reacting: "No, I didn't mean that Baihuai is b, I really didn't mean that! Fuck, don't look at me!... Happy birthday, Boye."
The audience was silent, playing the heavenly movement.
Zhou Luo ran in panting, relying on Omega's petite figure, squeezed into the crowd flexibly, and squeezed to the edge of the podium: "Let let, let let, let me help our class look at the result of the game... Fuck! Loose! Brother! You are actually below!"
"..."
"..."
"..."
Xu Jiaxing feels that Huangquan Road is not alone.
Jian Song put the pen on the table heavily: "Speak well."
Because of too much strength, the rounded pen body rolled along the edge of the table.
Bai Huai stretched out his finger and pressed it to the edge of the table: "Why don't people speak properly."
Speaking, the gaze swept across the mole at the end of the eye, and she glanced at Jian Songyi: "Is it possible that you are on it?"
"Ah."
Jian Songyi hooked his finger at Zhou Luo.
Zhou Luo immediately ran over with the grade sheet and offered it with both hands.
Jian Songyi pulled over the transcript, took a pat on the table, picked up another pen, swiped twice, and wrote his name on Baihuai, then put the pen down and pushed the score sheet in front of Baihuai: "This time you are lucky, and next time your brother will be right on you."
Bai Huai ticked the pen back with his fingertips, turned the corner of his mouth, and said, "That might be a little difficult."
"Excuse me, brother doesn't know how to write difficult words, and just your results..." Jian Songyi's pen was a little bit towards the 276 points, "Not enough."
Bai Huai smiled: "Your language, each other."
Chinese is the only shortcoming of Jian Songyi. In fact, it can be considered middle and upper. Basic questions can get full marks, that is, subjective questions are more individual, so the Chinese score depends on fate.
But Bai Huai's language skills are quite good. Mathematics is as good as Jian Songyi's. English is two points higher than him, and Chinese is eighteen points higher than him.
But this gap was pulled back by Jian Songyi.
To sum up this matter, people who are both smart and hardworking often have no problem at middle and upper levels, but talent is needed to go above 290 points. The more difficult the questions, the more obvious the gap in talent.
Jian Songyi has always been arrogant about this.
Coupled with the repeated provocations by Bai Huai, it is inevitable that the mind will be provoked.
Turning to his side, facing Bai Huai, with one hand on the back of the chair, one hand holding the pen and tapping on the table twice, he pulled out a sloppy and arrogant smile: "Okay, whoever is under the next test Called Dad."
Bai Huai said lightly: "You are kind to yourself."
Jian Songyi raised her eyebrows: "I'm only being kind to you."
Bai Huai didn't know how he had provoke people like this, but it was quite interesting to provoke them like this.
He also turned sideways, put one hand on the back of the chair, and unbuttoned the top button of the shirt with the other. It loosened, and his throat rolled up and down, sending a low and cold smile: "That's OK."
The class was silent, holding their breath.
Don't know why, this bet sounds a bit exciting.
I don't know why, I imagined one of the big guys calling dad under the other, it seemed quite interesting.
Now two a are playing like this?
But their brother Song is still underage!
The two people faced each other like this, and Jian Songyi's mobile phone on the belly of the table lit up.
Zhou Xiaoluo: [Song brother, it's not that I don't trust you, but I think you may be a little impulsive. ]
Zhou Xiaoluo: [I habitually entered the humanities inquiry system that day. As soon as I found out that it was Bai Huai, Lao Bai took him into the classroom, so I didn't find anything wrong at the time. I just came here...]
Zhou Xiaoluo: [Bai Huai was the No. 1 in liberal arts in the last Beicheng joint exam. ]
Jian Songyi:?