Xia Tian couldn't eat anything to begin with, and when he saw Yan Mujiang Zhihuo, he lost his appetite even more. He couldn't even stay in school.
Halfway through the walk, Jiang Zhihuo changed direction.
Zongbei didn't even need to ask, it was obvious that on the first day of school, the school bully didn't want to go to class and wanted to leave.
"Aren't you afraid of being nagged by old man Ding?" Zong Bei asked.
Old Man Ding is the head teacher of Class 1, Grade 3. His name is Ding Jianhui. He is in his thirties or forties, but looks young. He is not to be called an old man. This head teacher is very Buddhist, so Buddhist that he exudes the charm of an immortal.
When the second year of high school was divided into classes, Jiang Zhihuo was assigned to Ding Jianhui's class. When the other teachers saw the class list, they first breathed a sigh of relief and came to comfort Ding Jianhui. Ding Jianhui himself was not sad at all. He sipped his chrysanthemum tea leisurely and said, "It's just a small matter."
In the following monthly exam, Jiang Zhihuo lived up to everyone's expectations and scored the lowest in his grade. Ding Jianhui called Jiang Zhihuo to his office after seeing the result. Jiang Zhihuo had already acted like a slacker, saying he was awesome and didn't listen to anyone. When Ding Jianhui opened his mouth, Jiang Zhihuo, who had been scolded for a long time, was stunned.
Ding Jianhui put the report card on the table, shook his head and sighed: "No, Jiang, Chinese, math and English are the main subjects, and you only scored 12 points in each subject. Isn't it too low? People should have some small goals, at least 30 points, what do you think?"
Jiang Zhihuo: “?”
"Old man Ding won't ask." Jiang Zhihuo climbed up the wall and sat on the top. "If you really ask, just say that I have a stomachache and it hurts like hell..."
As he was speaking, Jiang Zhihuo paused and raised his hand to cover the back of his neck.
Just now, I felt a sudden pain in the back of my neck, as if I was pricked by a needle.
There was nothing unusual other than that. The pain disappeared in an instant. Jiang Zhihuo didn't pay much attention to it. Zong Bei looked at him eagerly, "Then what? I have to make up a problem, right?"
Jiang Zhihuo made up a lie: "The baby is about to be born."
Munebe: “…”
"So where are you going this afternoon?"
The sun was shining brightly, and Jiang Zhihuo's butt was burned after sitting on the wall for too long. He climbed up the iron pole and jumped down. A corner of his snow-white school uniform lifted up with the movement, revealing a strong and lean waist. He walked forward and waved his hand, leaving only his back. The midday sun fell entirely on the young man.
“Save the world.”
The next day was Monday, the first day of school for senior year, and the weather was fine.
Ding Jianhui walked around Class 1 of Grade 3 with a cup of wolfberry and chrysanthemum tea in his hand. All the students were there, except for the second to last row which was empty.
In No. 1 Middle School, students sit alone and there is no such thing as a deskmate. The closest tables are those in front, behind, left, and right. Ding Jianhui took a sip of chrysanthemum tea and asked, "Student Chang Luo, is student Jiang not coming again today? Did he tell you the reason?"
Chang Luo: “…”
Jiang Zhihuo did tell him, but the reason was really... I didn't know where to start.
Yesterday, Zong Bei came to Jiang Zhihuo to ask for leave, and at least he made up an excuse that he had a stomachache, but today he only gave three words.
Can't get up.
Chang Luo was in a difficult situation.
Ding Jianhui asked again: "Hmm? Did something happen?"
Chang Luo: "No, it's just that Brother Huo said he couldn't get up."
He thought Ding Jianhui would be angry, but unexpectedly Ding Jianhui just nodded and walked out of the classroom while sighing, "This student is really unique, it's good to be young."
Jiang Zhihuo woke up at nearly 8:30. This time was not too late, but every minute of every second of high school students was spent studying, and it would be a sin to sleep in until this time.
He squinted his eyes and touched his phone, and saw that Chang Luo had sent him several messages more than an hour ago.
Chang Luo: Today Teacher Ding came to ask you why you didn’t come, and I said you couldn’t get up.
Chang Luo: He is not angry at all.
Chang Luo: This makes me feel like I’m bullying the teacher.
Chang Luo: Teacher Ding wants you to feel guilty and mend your ways
Jiang Zhihuo held the phone in a daze for a while, and typed slowly: Next time I will think about the reason carefully.
Then he paused, felt that this sentence was too pretentious, deleted it, and only replied with an emoticon.
The school is a bit far from the residence, and Jiang Zhihuo took the bus. The road was very crowded at this time, during the rush hour. When Jiang Zhihuo got on the bus, he could still find a window seat, but after two stops, a bunch of people squeezed in and there was no place to stand.
Outside the window, the street scene kept moving backwards, stopping and starting. The in-car TV was playing today's news. The Lincheng police arrested a financial fraudster a few days ago. The specific fraud method was not disclosed, and even the photo of the suspect released was censored. Except for the flowing blond hair, nothing else could be seen clearly. However, the victim's face was clearly shown.
There was more than one victim. The interview scene showed a middle-aged man who seemed to be a corporate executive. He cried in front of the camera: "I didn't expect at all that he was just an omega..."
The news got stuck at this point. Jiang Zhihuo got off the bus without paying attention to what was happening next.
The phone in his pocket vibrated, there was a call. Jiang Zhihuo glanced at the caller ID, plugged in the Bluetooth headset, answered the call, and walked forward slowly: "Brother Li."
The voice on the phone was very nice, clear but gentle: "Ahuo, you skipped class again?"
Jiang Zhihuo walked to the store behind the station, bought a lollipop and bit it in his mouth, and said vaguely: "No, I just slept late. I'm already at the school gate now."
Jiang Zhihuo didn't really want to continue discussing whether he skipped class or was late: "Brother Li, how have you been lately?"
"Not bad, I have a lot of classes and I'm on my way to class now. Did you catch the school beauty?"
Jiang Zhihuo walked slowly around to the back door of the school: "No progress, can you give me some advice?"
There was a laugh on the other end of the phone: "High school student..."
"High school students should focus on their studies." Jiang Zhihuo took the first bite, pushed the lollipop in his mouth to the other side, held the fence railing, and looked for a foothold. "You have to repeat it every time you call. With my grades, I can't focus on my studies."
It was during the break and the flag-raising ceremony was going on. I didn't know which leader was giving a speech.
Jiang Zhihuo climbed over the wall lightly, jumped, and landed steadily. The school bully's oral skills were always online.
"Do you think you stepped on the answer sheet to get into No. 1 Middle School? Do you think I believe it?"
Jiang Zhihuo also laughed. Brother Li was too smart, so he could only play dumb: "Really, I didn't lie to you."
As he was talking, Jiang Zhihuo felt a sudden heat on the back of his neck, and then it returned to normal the next moment. He touched the back of his neck and casually said to the person on the phone, "I don't know what happened these past two days. My neck has always been hot, one after another."
"Hmm..." The person on the other end of the phone hesitated for a moment, "You've been differentiated into alpha for two years? That could be a susceptible period. Go to the hospital and have a look."
"Got it." Jiang Zhihuo responded. At this time, the leader who was speaking changed. After a few electric sounds, the gentle voice like jade spread throughout the playground through the loudspeaker.
"Classmates, in the blink of an eye, you are already a senior high school student. The past two years of high school have not been easy. Whether it was the chilly spring, the heavy rain in the summer, the howling autumn wind, or the flying winter snow, you have been working hard to move forward..."
Brother Li on the other end of the phone also heard the voice and asked, "Is Director Feng still here?"
Jiang Zhihuo had a good impression of Director Feng: "Yes, I heard that he will be promoted to deputy principal after he finishes teaching our class."
Feng Zhi is the dean of the No. 1 Middle School. I heard that he was a university professor before he came to the No. 1 Middle School. He wears a pair of silver-rimmed glasses and has a strong literary and artistic atmosphere. As a dean of teaching, he is different from others. The deans of teaching in other schools use thundering methods to intimidate students and deal with various violations of discipline. Feng Zhi overcomes hardness with gentleness. He is very gentle to every student, and rewards and punishes them just right.
“We can miss the sun, we can miss the moon, we can even miss the stars; but we cannot miss the soaring sky and the soaring sky in our senior year of high school!”[Note]
When Jiang Zhihuo hung up the phone, Feng Zhi's speech had just ended, and the student representative spoke next.
It goes without saying that the student representative must be Yan Mu.
Jiang Zhihuo walked into the playground when Yan Mu was halfway there.
On the rubber lawn that was heated by the sun, a group of people watched the school bully and the academic genius pass by each other, and both of them showed expressions of disgust at the same time.
"nausea."
The break was particularly long, and there were still ten minutes left after the flag-raising ceremony. The learning atmosphere in No. 1 Middle School was strong, especially since we had just been mobilized by the speech under the national flag. After returning to the classroom, everyone began to write furiously.
In order to match this atmosphere, Jiang Zhihuo also spread a test paper on his desk. He held a pen in one hand and lowered his head, looking extremely serious, but in fact his other hand was playing with his mobile phone under the table.
Chang Luo was writing slowly, scribbling on the manuscript paper while asking Jiang Zhihuo: "Brother Huo, what do you think of this paper?"
Jiang Zhihuo hadn't looked at the test paper just now. When asked, he glanced at it and said, "It's too easy. It should be more difficult."
Chang Luo was used to Jiang Zhihuo's verbal attacks and asked again, "What are you doing?"
Jiang Zhihuo had nothing to hide, so he raised his phone and turned the screen towards Chang Luo.
Chang Luo: "Are you registering? What's wrong?"
Jiang Zhihuo was about to speak when he felt a pain in his neck and a faint smell of alcohol wafted around him.
Jiang Zhihuo got up and went to the bathroom to refill his pheromone masking spray. Actually, it didn't matter if he didn't refill it. He was the only alpha in the class, there were no omegas, and other people couldn't smell it. But he always felt that letting the pheromones float out was like a peacock spreading its feathers to court a mate, which was too ostentatious.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Chang Luo asked after coming back.
"No, it's not a big deal." Jiang Zhihuo said, "Brother Li just asked me to go, otherwise he would always nag me."
Chang Luo: "How is Senior Mu He doing recently?"
Chang Luo also knew Brother Li, Li Muhe, who was a senior from the first two classes of No. 1 Middle School. He was very handsome. Last year, when he returned to school to see his teacher, he was called into the class to chat with him. All the girls in the class liked this gentle and enthusiastic senior.
"Very good. He said he has a lot of classes recently." The appointment number was Friday. Jiang Zhihuo took a screenshot and sent it to Li Muhe.
Li Muhe didn't come back until after a class.
Li Muhe: Good boy.
Jiang Zhihuo was bored in class. The game was down for updates today and he couldn't log in for a while, so he had to talk to anyone he could find.
Jiang Zhihuo: Don’t use this word.
Li Muhe: You are very sensible.
But it was just a few words. Li Muhe is a sophomore this year and has too many classes. I heard that the college’s course arrangement is not very reasonable, so he has to travel between the north and south campuses.
Jiang Zhihuo had an exceptionally smooth time these past few days. He didn't see Yan Mu, but he successfully made an appointment with Bai Yuyun for Sunday's slot. When he saw Bai Yuyun's words "See you Sunday" in the chat box, Jiang Zhihuo felt much better. He was less late and listened to the classes, although he just stared at the blackboard in a daze most of the time.
The school bully Jiang either slept or played with his phone during class. It was the first time that the teachers of various subjects made eye contact with Jiang Zhihuo in class and they were so moved that they almost burst into tears.
During breaks, Jiang Zhihuo would still catch up on his sleep.
When Zong Bei passed by get out of class 1 after class, he always saw Jiang Zhihuo lying on the desk.
He knocked on the window, and Jiang Zhihuo raised his sleepy eyes and opened it: "?"
"Why are you always so sleepy? You always come home early every night, right?"
Jiang Zhihuo yawned: "Mobile phones are so fun."
Just as he finished saying this, his heart started beating heavily for no reason and his neck started to ache, as if someone was twisting the back of his neck from behind.
Fortunately, this feeling disappeared in an instant and Zongbei didn't notice anything.
On Friday afternoon, Jiang Zhihuo went to Ding Jianhui to ask for leave with the registration procedure.
After skipping classes so many times, Ding Jianhui was a little flattered that he came to ask for leave in a serious manner, "Why don't you just skip class this time?"
Jiang Zhihuo: "It's rare to have a legitimate reason, I must ask!"
Ding Jianhui approved the leave application immediately.
After Jiang Zhihuo left, the teacher sitting next to Ding Jianhui couldn't help but ask, "Old Ding, you really don't care? This result is dragging down the class! Don't you want the annual bonus?"
Ding Jianhui: "I think it's a good thing for students to have some personality. Good grades are one thing, and we should follow the students' personalities to develop their strengths."
The teacher had a deep prejudice against Jiang the school bully and looked down on him: "He fights, skips classes, and is a scumbag. What good does he have?"
"Yes." Ding Jianhui filled his thermos cup with hot water and covered it. "For example, he has strong motor skills and is handsome. These are all strengths. We can recommend him as a sports specialty student or learn acting. I will give him some suggestions in the next few days."
teacher:"… "
Jiang Zhihuo didn't know that Ding Jianhui had already thought of two ways out for him. He felt unwell all over. He started to feel weak and dizzy since he left the school gate. It was as if there was an excess of pheromones, which kept overflowing from his body. He sprayed himself with masking spray several times but it was useless.
Fortunately, the hospital is not too far from the school. It can be reached by crossing the road, going through an alley and turning a corner.
Jiang Zhihuo had not walked far in the alley when he heard a mocking voice coming from the corner ahead.
"Hey, isn't this an omega? She's pretty. Want to play with me?"
Jiang Zhihuo: “…”
This brother is really rude. He has the nerve to bring up those teasing quotes from eight hundred years ago.