Zong Bei's earth-shattering cry made Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu freeze at the same time. They were too late to do anything and turned palely to the two people who rushed in through the window.
The eight of them looked at each other in silence.
"… "
“… … … ”
Soube: "What are you doing?!"
Jiang Zhihuo: "What are you doing here?!"
Jiang Zhihuo seemed to be able to speak on the surface, but he was actually on the verge of collapse.
Oh shit!
When were these two people outside?!
What did you see?!
How to explain?!
I don't chase girls anymore. I'm gay, and I'm after the most handsome ones.
I was with Yan Mu? No, we weren’t together in the first place?!
How normal is it to kiss? Rivals in love should kiss each other? Who the hell believes this!
At that moment, countless theories flashed through Jiang Zhihuo's mind, but none of them could perfectly explain the fact that he and Yan Mu, mortal enemies and rivals in love, were kissing each other in an empty classroom.
None of this makes sense!!
Jiang Zhihuo really had no choice but to tell Yan Mu directly that he was in the process of becoming an omega and had been marked by his love rival, forcing him to rely on kissing to stay alive. It was better for the truth to be known than to be misunderstood as being gay with Yan Mu.
Jiang Zhihuo: "Actually, we..."
Munebe: "Why don't you talk it out nicely? If you want to fight in school, then go outside!"
Jiang Zhihuo's prepared explanation was stuck in his throat: "?"
The incident happened suddenly, and Jiang Zhihuo forgot to let go. After a long while, he asked in a daze: "Fight?"
The unlocked window was located at the side and back of the classroom. In addition, the two people in the classroom immediately parted their lips when they heard the sound, so Zong Bei and Xie Qiu could only see the backs of the two people when they jumped in. Jiang Zhihuo held Yan Mu down with one hand tightly pinching his shoulders and the other hand firmly clamping the back of his neck. His left leg was against the corner of the table with his knee bent. It was obvious that he was in a posture of accumulating strength.
Jiang Zhihuo had taught Zong Bei this posture, one of the grappling techniques: "Betas can't release pheromones, so they can't pretend. If they really get into trouble, they still have to learn some tricks."
At that time, Jiang Zhihuo used the same posture to grab Zongbei's shoulders and the back of his neck, and raised his knees. Zongbei immediately wanted to bend down to block it, but his shoulders and neck were tightly grabbed, and his body was restricted. He couldn't even bend down. Jiang Zhihuo didn't really want to kick him, and said, "That's it, one kick will make him cry and call you daddy."
Zong Bei stepped forward and pulled Jiang Zhihuo's hand away. Xie Qiu also came to Yan Mu's side. Brother Yan didn't let anyone touch him, so he could only take a quick glance. Apart from the bruise on his arm that was almost healed, there were no other wounds.
They caught up, but the fight hadn't started yet. Xie Qiu was relieved and asked, "Brother Yan, are you okay?"
Yan Mu didn't show much expression, and asked, "What are you doing here?"
Zong Bei: "Isn't this what we should ask? What are you doing here? Huo Ge? Were you threatening Yan Shen just now?"
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
Not getting a response, Zong Bei turned to look at Jiang Zhihuo. It was this face that had just chased Jiang Zhihuo all the way in the corridor, forcing him to make up lessons.
In a flash, Jiang Zhihuo thought of a way to explain the current situation without exposing the matter between him and Yan Mu.
"What are we doing here?" Jiang Zhihuo repeated Zong Bei's question, buying himself time to organize his words. "I'm threatening Yan Mu. Yes, that's right. I'm threatening him because I want to make up lessons with him!"
Zongbei: “?”
Xie Qiu: “?”
Yan Mu was about to say "nothing" and leave: "..."
Zong Bei was suspicious: "Make up lessons?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "Yes."
It was easier to handle the topic once it was brought up. Jiang Zhihuo adjusted his state and started to talk without changing his expression: "My grades are really too bad. I'm at the bottom of the science class, ranked over 600th. It's too hard to save. I thought a lot after school started. I really can't be so decadent in the third year of high school. But I really can't understand this class. My foundation is too poor. At this level, only a god of learning can help me, right?"
Jiang Zhihuo continued, "You heard what Lao Ding said in the office, right? I answered the same way as I did back then. I really have no interest in acting, and I still want to put some effort into my cultural studies. Zong Bei, it's not that I don't want to take the extra classes you mentioned. I went to Yan Mu on Saturday just to talk about this!"
It’s beautiful, and it also makes the wave from Saturday come back!
"Ah?" Zongbei didn't expect that this was said by Jiang Zhihuo. Huoge would actually take the initiative to offer extra lessons? ! Where is Huoge who just wanted to kill him when he heard about extra lessons
Jiang Zhihuo nodded: "I rejected you at that time because I didn't want to drag you down. Tutoring takes up too much of your time. You should spend more time studying, right?"
These words were well-reasoned and sincere, and Jiang Zhihuo felt that even he himself would be convinced.
Xie Qiu asked at the side: "Why do you have such a ferocious expression?"
Jiang Zhihuo looked at him and pretended to be broken: "My friend, studying is so painful, do you want me to use an expression of enjoying it?!"
Xie Qiu almost believed it. Come to think of it, Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu had been at odds with each other for so long. They had argued with each other and given each other the cold shoulder, but they had never fought.
Yan Mu didn't say a word the whole time, watching Jiang Zhihuo perform all the way. Xie Qiu and Zong Bei looked at each other, and then turned their eyes to Yan Mu. Jiang Zhihuo's words alone did not count, and Yan Mu's nod was needed to make it count.
Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand and scratched the back of his neck, his fingertips deliberately scratching the area where the Band-Aid was applied.
He asked, "So? Did I fight you, Yanshen?"
Yan Mu sneered in a voice that only Jiang Zhihuo could hear, and said to Xie Qiu and Zong Bei: "I didn't fight, and I didn't agree."
Seeing that Zong Bei Xie Qiu's thoughts were deviating from the route that Jiang Zhihuo had suggested and were no longer obsessed with some weird "fight", Jiang Zhihuo breathed a sigh of relief. However, before he could finish his breath, another voice came from outside the door.
"Oh, you want to ask Yan Mu for extra lessons, really?"
Ding Jianhui was originally going to the classroom for class when he heard a noise in the empty classroom. He came over to take a look and happened to hear Jiang Zhihuo saying that he wanted to find Yan Mu for extra lessons.
Ding Jianhui's eyes lit up: "That's great!"
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
After class, Jiang Zhihuo was called to the office again, and Yan Mu was also called because of what happened just now.
"So you've already made plans. The teacher is very happy." Ding Jianhui poured two cups of wolfberry tea. The tea was so hot that two streams of white mist came out. He said happily, "No wonder you don't want to take the art exam."
"Yeah." Jiang Zhihuo started talking nonsense again with his eyes closed. "I'm in my third year of high school now. I should really focus on studying."
Ding Jianhui nodded with satisfaction, and then looked at Yan Mu: "What do you think about the make-up lessons, Yan Mu?"
Jiang Zhihuo was just talking nonsense anyway, so Yan Mu didn't need to play along with him.
Yan Mu refused: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I may not have much time."
Jiang Zhihuo now just wants to end this topic quickly. He doesn’t want to make up lessons, not at all!
He showed a look of regret and continued with Yan Mu's words: "The pressure that the academic god has to bear is definitely greater than that of us ordinary students, and the time cost is also more. I thought about it and realized that my idea was indeed hasty. Yan Mu doesn't have time. Teacher, it's okay. I can catch up slowly if I work hard."
Hearing this, Ding Jianhui first glanced at the head teacher of Class 4, who waved his hand and said, "No need to look at me." The only competition between teachers of different classes is grades. Jiang Zhihuo's grades are so poor that he can drag down the class average by himself. With only one year left, there is not much that can be done to save him.
The head teacher of Class 4 said, "Let's look at Yan Mu."
Ding Jianhui nodded. It was indeed difficult to find time to help at this time. Ding Jianhui said sincerely, "Student Yan Mu, the teacher still wants to ask you for help. It's rare for Zhihuo to want to study, and I don't want to discourage him. Good grades can't be achieved overnight. Can you take some time every day to help him, just half an hour, just as helping the teacher, okay?"
Ding Jianhui's words left no room for refusal.
No matter how many papers there are, he can squeeze out half an hour every day. Ding Jianhui does not have any requirements for Jiang Zhihuo's grades. Since he has thought it through and has this idea, he must of course support it.
Jiang Zhihuo: "Teacher, I don't have to ask Yan Mu to help me. I can find..." I can find Zong Bei. Anyway, I was fooled in front of Zong Bei once in the third year of junior high school. It's easier to fool him than Yan Mu.
Before he finished speaking, Yan Mu said, "I know."
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
Coming out of the office, Jiang Zhihuo asked, "Why did you agree?"
Yan Mu said calmly: "Do I have the room to refuse?"
"Just agree to it." Jiang Zhihuo pinched his forehead, "Just pretend nothing happened. Old Ding won't ask anyway."
"Jiang Zhihuo." When they reached the door of Class 4, Yan Mu suddenly said, "I promised you that if your grades don't improve, I will take the blame."
"..." Jiang Zhihuo's forehead jumped, "What do you mean?"
He had a bad feeling: "What are you going to do?"
Yan Mu didn't answer his question and turned into the classroom.
—No need to say anything. After being at loggerheads with Yan Mu for so long, just by looking at the scene and the back of his head, Jiang Zhihuo could guess what he was thinking.
This guy is serious! He is really going to give him extra lessons!!
The more Jiang Zhihuo thought about it, the more desperate he became. He posted a skull emoji on his Moments.
After a while, the phone vibrated and Li Muhe sent two messages.
Li Muhe: What's wrong
Li Muhe: I was caught playing with my cellphone in class.
Jiang Zhihuo is shameless and has long been used to it. When he sleeps, the teacher will come over and knock on his head, which affects the class appearance, but no one cares when he plays with his mobile phone.
Jiang Zhihuo types: Brother Li.
Jiang Zhihuo: I dug a fucking hole and buried myself in it.
Li Muhe: What's wrong
Jiang Zhihuo: I think I need to start taking extra lessons, one-on-one.
Li Muhe: Help
Jiang Zhihuo: Not really.
Li Muhe: That time in the third year of junior high school, you were roaring every day when you came back.
That was the most stupid period in Jiang Zhihuo's short eighteen years of life!
Jiang Zhihuo: Forget it!
Outside the window, cicadas were chirping and the summer wind was hot. After typing, Jiang Zhihuo threw his phone into the table, lay on it, and sighed.
Summer classes are always long and boring.
The lunch break is short, and middle school students usually do not go home at noon. After eating in the cafeteria, they lie down in the classroom to rest.
The overhead fan was turned to maximum, the papers on the podium were held down with a blackboard eraser, and the class below was lying on their desks. Many of them had small fans in front of them that made a "buzzing" sound.
The first class in the afternoon is mathematics.
Math class was put in the first period, which was a very awkward arrangement. I had just woken up at this time, and my body was sticky and my mind was not awake yet. Math class was arranged to review the test papers. A part of it was taught in the morning, and there were only two big questions left. The teacher finished teaching conic sections quickly and left most of the time for the last question.
No. 1 Middle School has good grades and its students' level is higher than that of other schools. For this type of questions, they usually only answer the first two questions. For the third question, they can write as many steps as they can. Those with good abilities can continue to work on the questions. There are very few people in the whole Lincheng who can get all the questions right.
The math teacher is old and prefers the blackboard writing method. The blackboard is full of writing and chalk dust is flying everywhere. The students below raise their heads and then lower them, listening and copying down the steps.
When he got to the third question, the bell had already rung, so he just gave his general idea, handed out the answers, and said, "Just give us your ideas for the third question. There's no point in working on it in the exam room. Everyone, take a look at the answers. If you have any questions, you can come to my office and ask me."
The answers were passed down from front to back, and the nerves that had been tense for a whole class were finally able to relax for a moment. In No. 1 Middle School, each student had a desk, and each classroom had five rows. The distance between groups was not far. Chang Luo discussed the ideas for the first two questions with the boys in the next group. When he turned around, he saw Jiang Zhihuo propping up his cheek with one hand, writing and drawing on paper as if he was bored.
The answer was passed to Jiang Zhihuo, he drew a card and passed it to Chang Luo.
"Brother Huo, what are you writing?" Chang Luo asked.
"Hmm?" Jiang Zhihuo finally made a mark on the paper and wrote a few numbers at random as if he was guessing the answer. The words were not big and Chang Luo could not see clearly.
"I didn't write anything." Jiang Zhihuo made the last stroke without even looking at it. He clipped the answer sheet into the textbook and stuffed it into the drawer along with the draft paper. "I'm leaving now."
Huo Ge always skipped classes in the afternoon, so once he went, he would not be able to see him until the next day. Chang Luo had gotten used to it, so he didn't ask any more questions and just said, "See you tomorrow."
"Always fall, always fall."
There was a delay before the answer was passed to the boy in the next group. He asked Chang Luo, "Hey, so what's the answer to the last question?"
"Let me see." Chang Luo opened it and took a look.
The answer was too long, not even enough for one page, and I couldn’t even read the end at a glance.
Anyone who can solve this kind of problem is a pervert among perverts. I guess no one can solve it except Yan Muyan, the academic genius who always gets incredible scores in No. 1 Middle School.
"Let me take another look..." Chang Luo turned to the other side and glanced at the last line. "Speaking of which, this kind of question is impossible to answer. Why are you asking for the answer?"
The boy held up the test paper in his hand. "I took a few steps and finally just guessed a range of values. If I guess right, I can get an extra point! One point is worth a thousand people!"
"That requires stepping on dog shit before the exam... Ah, I see." Chang Luo read out the answer, "f(n) is increasing, and the value range of a is from ln2 to 3+ln2. Did you guess it right?"
The boy shook his head. The best he could guess was 0 to 1, or -1 to 1. How could he guess an orphan value like ln2? !
Chang Luo patted his shoulder and said, "That's normal. You are not meant to be with this question."
As they were talking, someone in the front row was playing around and ran quickly through the aisle. His speed created a small gust of wind, and a corner of the manuscript paper that Jiang Zhihuo had carelessly stuffed into the drawer was exposed, moving slightly with the wind.
A string of numbers was written in a pile of messy scribbles.
(ln2,3+ln2)