The toilet was eerily quiet.
Jiang Huai didn't speak, neither did Bo Jian.
Bo Jian lowered his eyes, watching Jiang Huai slowly push all the injection into the vein, the thin needle was stuck under the skin, and the burning cigarette butts emitted pungent smoke.
The door is locked.
He felt that Jiang Huai's eyes were always fixed on his face. There is no expression.
In a minute, or a minute and a half, the syringe bottomed out.
Jiang Huai drew the needle, and a string of medicinal liquid and blood came out from the sticky tip of the needle. He casually threw the syringe into the trash can, squeezed down the cigarette, and took the glass bottle from the window sill.
From the beginning to the end, Jianghuai didn't say a word.
Bo Jian stood still.
Jiang Huai stroked the label paper of the glass bottle twice, and crushed the cigarette butt on the window sill gently.
It's too quiet. And then like a sudden outburst—
"Boom"!
The glass bottle was smashed on the tiled floor of the toilet, breaking into countless sharp fragments.
The eye of the needle dripped a thin bloodstain on Jianghuai's forearm. He didn't wipe, didn't look, the soles of his shoes ran over the glass cluttered with paper labels, and walked slowly towards Bo Jian.
Jiang Huai asked, "Did you see it?"
"Um."
Jiang Huai asked again: "What did you see?"
Bo Jian smiled lightly, but said nothing.
Jiang Huai grabbed Bo Jian's collar, and unexpectedly bent his knees against Bo Jian's stomach, this time without mercy, Bo Jian staggered backwards, but Jiang Huai still pulled the collar.
Bo Jian stopped: "Let go."
Jiang Huai didn't even move his eyelids, he pulled Bo Jian by the collar and came over, then raised his foot and kicked him.
Bo Jian grabbed Jiang Huai's wrist and pushed him towards his shoulder, turning abruptly to avoid him. Jiang Huai didn't want to make a move at first, because it is easy to hit his face with his hands, and his face is smeared, and even the bigger things can be magnified out of control. But when Bo Jian dodged, Jiang Huai made a move and punched him in the face with a backhand.
JAC has had many fights. Alpha has fought, Beta has fought, including Song Jun, Omega has also fought.
For him, there is no ABO in fighting, only strong and weak.
Jiang Huai didn't think Bo Jian would fight. Those who study well don't fight, and they are weaker when they start. He just yelled and complained to the teacher.
But Jiang Huai didn't expect that his fist didn't land on Bo Jian's face, and his forearm muscles twitched violently. For a moment, his hand sank down uncontrollably, after a very short pause, less than half a second later, Bo Jian had already grabbed his forearm, twisted back mercilessly, and cut his hands behind his back. .
Jiang Huai bumped his shoulder against the wall. The wrists of both hands were pinched together by Bo Jian.
Bo Jian lowered his eyes, seeing that the needle hole on Jiang Huai's arm was still bleeding slowly.
Jiang Huai wanted to make money, but Bo Jian pushed him forward. You can almost hear your shoulder bones hitting the tiled wall.
Jiang Huai's whole body was tense. Bo Jian had no doubts, as soon as he let go, Jiang Huai turned around and wrestled with him.
Just now Jianghuai took the top, now he has pantothenic acid in his stomach.
A young Alpha would stash in the boys bathroom at school and inject only tranquilizers and drugs intravenously.
Drugs do not have ingredient labels on the bottle. But what Bo Jian saw on the label of the medicine bottle was not the name of the tranquilizer either. If he remembers correctly, C-type omega protein inhibitors... are inhibitors targeting Omega.
JAC is fighting Omega inhibitors.
Bo Jian smiled softly and said, "C-type omega protein inhibitor...Jiang Huai, are you an Omega?"
Jiang Huai closed his eyes. After a while, he uttered a word: "Get lost."
I don't know why, but Jiang Huai only made that move. Without breaking free, he remained still, his forehead pressed against the cold tile wall. Don't move, don't speak anymore.
Bo Jian suddenly felt that the hand he was holding was shaking uncontrollably. The blood on Jiang Huai's face was very pale, it didn't look like he was afraid or angry, it looked like pain.
Bo Jian loosened his grip, freed one hand, and gently scraped the blood on Jiang Huai's forearm that was still wet.
Jianghuai still didn't move.
It took four or five seconds before he put his shoulders against the wall and turned around slowly. He was leaning against the wall, with a layer of cold sweat seeping from his forehead, raised his face, and his Adam's apple moved: "Get out, get out, go."
Jiang Huai closed his eyes again.
I don't know how long. Maybe one minute, maybe two minutes.
He heard "creak-" and the sound of opening the door.
Almost a second after the sound of closing the door, Jiang Huai squatted down against the wall. He wanted to feel for a cigarette, but his left arm, which had been injected with inhibitors, was so convulsed that he couldn't even hold the cigarette case tightly. "... Fuck." He cursed in a low voice.
Chen Fengze arrived at the back door of Class Two at 1:05.
Bo Jian was in the last row, reading with his head propped up, his long legs bent in the narrow space of the table.
He was carrying a stack of takeaway paper boxes: "The rider Xiao Chen is here to deliver your meals. They are all according to your requirements. They are not cold yet. I ordered three kinds of dipping sauces for you. You can take them while they are hot..." He took the paper Put the box on Bo Jian's desk, but Bo Jian raised his hand to block it.
Chen Fengze: "Why?"
Bo Jian raised his eyelids: "You can eat by yourself."
Chen Fengze: "?"
He said: "Thank you, Chairman, for your compassion, but I have already eaten, the hot pot buffet."
"You're thinking too much." Bo Jian said casually, "It's just that I don't want to eat it. You can take it home."
Chen Fengze: "..."
He took a taxi and ran three kilometers away to buy grilled fish with "no chili, pepper, pepper, no ginger, onion, garlic, and oil", and when he came back, Bo Jian said he didn't want to eat it?
He was about to curse someone when a person walked in through the back door.
He went to see, it was Jianghuai.
When he came over to deliver documents to Bo Jian after school in the morning, Chen Fengze remembered that Jiang Huai was still wearing a short-sleeved school uniform, and somehow changed into a long-sleeved black hoodie in the afternoon.
Jiang Huai was wearing a hat and pockets. Chen Fengze felt that Jiang Huai was a bit like a street rock punk boy.
But the punk boy didn't look at him or Chairman Bo, he went straight back to his seat, took out a book from the table, and began to sleep on his stomach.
Chen Fengze sighed a little, and whispered to Bo Jian, "Seeing once is worse than hearing it for a long time."
Fighting outside school, sleeping inside school, the genius Alpha really lived up to his reputation.
But Bo Jian didn't respond to his words, and said lazily, "I'm not hungry, you can bring food back to work." He flipped through a page of extracurricular books absently, "Don't delay my study."
Chen Fengze: "??"
He raised his hand perfunctorily: "Goodbye."
"I fucking..."
Bo Jian made a "shh" gesture without sincerity, and then pointed to the back door: "A classmate is sleeping, don't make any noise, go out."
Chen Fengze: "..."
Classes start at two o'clock in the afternoon. After one and a half, more and more students entered the classroom.
The class became noisy. But Bo Jian felt as if he had fallen asleep at the desk in front of him, and he didn't even move it when he was in class. He stopped trembling, and Bo Jian couldn't see his face, he could only see him sleeping quietly on his stomach.
With the hat on, even the pigtails are invisible.
Several times Wei Heping thought of coming to Jiang Huai later, but seeing Jiang Huai still sleeping in the front, he stopped coming.
He sent several WeChat messages to Jiang Huai, but Jiang Huai didn't seem to wake up, so he didn't reply.
Wei Heping held the phone and sighed...Jianghuai Junior High School is not like this.
The three of them... He, Jiang Huai, and Lao Qin, only talked about studying, but in fact he was the one with the least talent. Both Lao Qin and Jiang Huai were smart, they skipped classes in the morning, went out early in the afternoon to "exercise", and read textbooks for a few days before the exam, and they all performed better than him who honestly attended class and wrote homework every day.
But after entering high school, Qin Yuhe went abroad, but Jiang Huai didn't skip classes anymore. He could sleep for eight hours after staying at school for ten hours a day. Wei Heping even wondered if he did something shady at night.
Wei Heping asked Jiang Huai if he encountered any major setbacks in life, such as the failure of online dating, which made him lose hope in life.
However, Jiang Huai not only refused to admit it, but also asked him if he had a problem with his mind.
He went to ask Lao Qin the same question again, and Lao Qin said that it was because Jiang Huai was too sad that he lost hope in life because he went abroad. Then Wei Heping asked Qin Yuhe what Jiang Huai had asked him. He carefully poked the back of Jiang Huai's head covered with a hat.
After a while, Jiang Huai moved.
He lazily raised his hand and pulled down his hat, but he didn't bother to raise his head, and lay on the other arm and asked, "What's the matter?"
"You've been sleeping all afternoon. Lying on your stomach all the time is not good for your health," Wei Heping thought about his words, "Let's go out...for a stroll?"
Jianghuai: "No."
"Come on," Wei Heping said, "Life lies in movement..."
Jiang Huai finally raised his head: "I move more in a day than you do in a week."
Wei Heping: "..."
Wei Heping was racking his brains to figure out how to respond to this, so that he could not only pull Jiang Huai out for some activities, but also hint to Jiang Huai to sleep less and have a good rest at night, when he saw Jiang Huai stand up slowly.
Jiang Huai pushed him away and walked out.
"Hey, where are you going?" Wei Heping asked.
Bo Jian lowered his eyes and tidied up the table, accidentally dropping a pen.
The pen bone rolled to Jiang Huai's feet.
Jiang Huai moved his sore shoulders, as if he didn't see it, he stepped over the pen, expressionless: "Go pee."
The author has something to say: Chairman: It’s over, the front desk is ignoring me ^·