Jiang Zhihuo keenly noticed that Yan Mu felt completely different when he said this.
It's like... when I mention or think of someone, my whole body softens.
Does Yan Mu like Bai Yuyun so much?
After returning home, Jiang Zhihuo did not mention today's date again. He quickly took a shower, went to bed, and curled up in the air-conditioned room.
The next day was Monday and I had classes.
Yan Mu’s alarm rang on time.
Yan Mu still didn't sleep well that night. He was not used to having someone around him, not to mention that this person stuck to him like a piece of taffy.
The alarm clock was still ringing. Yan Mu reached out to turn off the ringtone, but his other hand was faster than him and reached out from under the air-conditioning quilt to fumble around on the headboard.
Jiang Zhihuo didn't touch anything, but for some reason he moved his phone closer, and the alarm kept ringing next to his ear.
"So noisy." Half asleep and half awake, Jiang Zhihuo wrapped a thin quilt over his head, turned over, and rolled to the other half of the bed with the quilt.
Three seconds later—
Jiang Zhihuo's body stiffened, his eyes suddenly opened, he threw off the thin quilt and hugged Yan Mu's arm.
"..." After a moment, Yan Mu's calm voice came from above his head, "Can you let go now?"
Jiang Zhihuo was still asleep, so he closed his eyes again, found his spot by feel, kissed Yan Mu's earlobe, sat on the bed with sleepy eyes, and asked, "Why did you get up so early?"
"Class." Yan Mu turned off the alarm and got out of bed to wash.
Oh, today is Monday.
Jiang Zhihuo sat on the bed for a while, then he vaguely remembered to check the time and was shocked: "It's only six o'clock now! Six o'clock! Is the school gate open? So early?! You academic masters don't want to sleep?!"
After returning last night, Jiang Zhihuo saw with his own eyes that Yan Mu worked on his homework until midnight before going to bed.
A top student may need sleep, but a genius student really doesn’t.
While he was still sleepy, Jiang Zhihuo lay down softly again, lifted the thin blanket a little higher, and said, "You go first, you go first, I'll sleep a little longer."
Yan Mu came in after washing up. When he heard this, he didn't know what he was thinking. He actually lifted the thin blanket, picked up Jiang Zhihuo, and said, "Go brush your teeth."
"No." Jiang Zhihuo hugged the quilt and refused to let go, saying in dismay, "What are you doing! Why do you want me to get up early? You are trying to kill me! This is a crime!"
Jiang Zhihuo roared and Yan Mu suddenly stopped moving. Jiang Zhihuo thought that this man finally didn't want to care about him anymore, but the next second, a shadow suddenly fell in his eyes.
Yan Mu leaned over and held Jiang Zhihuo down, holding his shoulders firmly with one hand and pinching his chin with the other, rubbing his thumb along his lips. The alpha pheromones hit the side of his face with his breathing.
Hold the grass?!
Jiang Zhihuo pushed Yan Mu away and stepped back, and his reaction in the morning was almost frightened to death.
"What are you going to do?"
Yan Mu glanced at him and said just two words: "Go."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
No? Why is this person trying to pick on him? Why does he have to make him wash up
It was six o'clock in the morning and Jiang Zhihuo was not awake at all. Although he was startled by Yan Mu and hurried to wash up, he stood in front of the mirror for a while and felt sleepy again. He returned to the room, and before he could ask Yan Mu what he was going to do, a hand grabbed his shoulder.
Jiang Zhihuo:?!
Yan Mu was very strong, and Jiang Zhihuo didn't react in time, so he fell backwards after being grabbed. He subconsciously reached out to grab Yan Mu, and the two of them fell on the bed together, and the mattress made a muffled sound.
The mattress is very soft, so it doesn't hurt to fall down, but the current position...
Yan Mu pressed his entire body on Jiang Zhihuo, with his palms resting on the side of his face and one knee bent and supported between his legs.
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
It happened inexplicably. Yan Mu was too lazy to say anything more and just lowered his head.
The moment their lips touched, Jiang Zhihuo remembered the reason why Yan Mu forced him to wash up.
Jiang Zhi was too angry and sleepy, so he forgot about it. Yan Mu did not forget. They had to have contact in order to suppress the fever symptoms.
It is Jiang Zhihuo's business to sleep as long as he wants and to be as late as he wants, while it is Yan Mu's job to give a kiss to suppress the fever before going out.
Because of what happened just now, the entire kissing process was dominated by Yan Mu again. The two rivals just went out for a three-person date yesterday, slept in the same bed that night, and were still kissing the next morning. This relationship was so messy no matter how you think about it.
Jiang Zhihuo was thinking wildly in his mind. Just when he was about to put his hand on Yan Mu's shoulder to take some initiative, the next second, his body suddenly trembled.
Just got up in the morning, the two of them hadn't calmed down yet, and they were pressed on the bed in this indescribable position, with their waists pressed very low -
Accidentally, two things that shouldn't touch each other collided with each other.
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Yan Mu: “…”
"Ahem." Jiang Zhihuo let go of his hand and pretended to be calm. "They are all men. This kind of thing is normal. There is no need to make a fuss."
Then he wrapped himself in a thin blanket, lay down, closed his eyes, and calmly said, "It's almost time, you go to school, I'll sleep a little longer."
"… "
Jiang Zhihuo didn't sleep for long. When he woke up and looked at the time, he was almost late.
Although school bully Jiang often skipped classes, he mostly skipped classes in the afternoon. In the morning, as long as he was awake, he would show up at school.
At the intersection, I saw the Dean Feng Zhi standing at the school gate from a distance, with a row of students standing in front of him who were also late. Feng Zhi paced in front of them, giving them a serious lecture.
Jiang Zhihuo quietly stood at the end of the team.
Even when educating people, Feng Zhi's voice was still gentle and elegant: "Why is the school closed? It's not to embarrass you, but to give you a clear sense of time."
"This is a very important matter, not only in school, but also in college and in society. You can't be late and you can't forget to keep track of time. This is a small matter, but also a big matter. Do you understand?"
He immediately saw Jiang Zhihuo and said with a smile, "Not bad, you came a little early today."
Then he said warmly to the students in the row in front of him: "Okay, everyone please submit a self-review, and this will not happen again."
The late students were relieved that they just had to write a self-review.
Feng Zhi smiled and asked again: "I hope I won't see you at the school gate tomorrow, got it?"
"knew!"
The one who took the lead in speaking was an omega boy with a black collar around his neck. There were not many omegas in the third year of high school, only two or three. Jiang Zhihuo remembered the man's name, Qiu Bian.
Hearing Editor Qiu's voice, Feng Zhi looked very satisfied. He smiled slightly and patted his shoulder: "Let's go to class."
Feng Zhi turned around and asked the security guard to open the school gate. Several people who knew Jiang Zhihuo greeted him and walked into the school together.
It takes a while to walk from the entrance to the teaching building. A boy said, "I think Director Feng is a really nice person!"
"Yeah! The deans of other schools are more vicious than each other. If you are late, you will not be allowed in. It's really a horrible punishment."
Another boy said, "That's right, it's the No. 2 Middle School next door. Director Lin is always watching over us, watching over our students' lateness and morning exercises, and even managing their hairstyles. He stands at the school gate early in the morning with a pair of scissors, and cuts anyone's bangs that go beyond their eyebrows!"
"So scary?!"
Hearing the boys' discussion, Editor Qiu couldn't help but say, "I think Director Feng is good, too."
Probably because he is an omega, Qiu's voice change came late and has not yet completely changed, so he seems soft among boys. After saying this, other boys looked in his direction, and some of them frowned slightly, although they didn't do it deliberately, but still revealed a little disgust.
Male omega, so fucking good.
Editor Qiu had long been accustomed to this, so he raised his eyes again, smiled at them nonchalantly, and said, "Director Feng is the only one who doesn't discriminate against omegas."
However, no matter how good Director Feng is, the review still needs to be written.
During the morning reading class, Jiang Zhihuo casually spread the book on the table, took out a piece of graph paper and started writing.
Jiang Zhihuo had written many self-criticisms. The dean of his junior high school was a self-criticism maniac. If he was caught throwing garbage in the wrong place, he would ask him to write a self-criticism. He hated Jiang Zhihuo to the extreme. Later, when he heard that Jiang Zhihuo was admitted to No. 1 Middle School, he was almost shocked.
When he first started writing, Jiang Zhihuo had to copy and revise articles online. After writing more, he developed his own routine. It was not difficult. There were only three steps: a sincere apology, a sincere guarantee, and looking forward to the future.
Not long after, Jiang Zhihuo wrote a full page of paper. As he was turning the page, Chang Luo patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Brother Huo, I heard that you had a fight with the God of Learning?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "Ah?"
Chang Luo said slowly, "Didn't you go to see the academic god on Saturday? The whole grade was talking about it, and you just told him to get out. Didn't you want to fight? What happened? Were you hurt?"
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
At that time, he felt so upset that he wanted to die on the spot. He didn't consider the tone of his voice. It's only been two days, and the news of the fight between the school bully and the academic genius has spread like wildfire
Jiang Zhihuo refuted the rumor: "It's okay, it's not a fight, just a peaceful resolution of some personal grievances."
"Is that so?" Chang Luo asked again, "The bloody bruise on the god of learning's hand wasn't caused by you, either?"
Jiang Zhihuo asked: "What blood clot?"
After asking, Jiang Zhihuo remembered that he did see a large red mark on Yan Mu's hand on Saturday, but the circumstances were special at the time and Yan Mu looked like he didn't want to answer. It was normal for boys to have some marks on their bodies, so Jiang Zhihuo didn't pay any attention to it later.
"Oh, that." Jiang Zhihuo said, "I don't know either. Who scratched him?"
The topic was quickly brought up. The first class was Chinese. After a while, Ding Jianhui walked into the classroom with a stack of letter paper and raised his hand to write two big words on the blackboard.
-dream.
Ding Jianhui said: "In this class, we will write an essay. The title is 'Dream', with no limit on the number of words or genre."
"Although school starts a month early, everyone has become a real senior high school student. Everyone is an excellent student. I hope everyone can use this class to think carefully about what they want to do in the future, what university they want to go to, and what they should do."
"I will not grade this essay. I will send it to you before the college entrance examination."
A stack of beautiful stationery was passed down from the front row.
There was a little noise in the classroom for a while, as if there was a discussion, and then it soon became quiet again. The sound of pens scratching across paper could be heard all around.
Jiang Zhihuo didn't start writing immediately. He wrote a few words on the draft paper, then crossed them out, crumpled the draft paper into a ball, threw it into the table, then lay on the table and closed his eyes.
He didn't even write the composition, so he might as well use the class time to rest. Jiang Zhihuo wanted to take a nap and think about what to say when Ding Jianhui called him over if he didn't hand in the composition, but he actually fell asleep and had a dream.
The scene in the dream was very chaotic.
In a big villa, the faces of the characters in the dream could not be seen clearly, but Jiang Zhihuo recognized them all.
The woman sitting opposite was crying, and the man next to her was arguing with someone.
Jiang Zhihuo couldn't hear clearly what they were arguing about. He just wanted to help the woman wipe away her tears, but he couldn't do it.
He was being held tightly by a man in ordinary clothes. The man was a little hunchbacked, his palms were rough, and the dead skin was scratching his wrists.
"Brother Huo, Brother Huo."
Jiang Zhihuo was poked awake by Chang Luo, and then he found himself in a cold sweat. Ding Jianhui was standing next to his seat, and when he saw him wake up, he asked, "Why don't you write?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "I don't know what to write."
Ding Jianhui smiled and said, "It's okay. You can think about it again. Come to my office after class to talk?"