Jiang Huai still could not escape being called to the director's office on Friday afternoon.
Jiang Huai spent the entire afternoon in the office of the class teacher, the director, and the vice principal in turn, but in the end the only punishment that fell on him was "criticism and education by the class teacher". It wasn't that the school was lenient to him, it was that Jianghuai left behind a "proof of beating", and it was the group of gangsters from the fourth middle school who overcame the wall and entered the school on their own initiative, so I don't blame Jianghuai for this matter. There is no reason why the students of one's own school were beaten for no reason, and the students of one's own school were punished.
But the school attaches great importance to this matter, and the wall to the west of the back door cannot be kept 100%.
Just after school, Wei Heping came over and asked, "Hey Brother Huai, are you going out to play this weekend?" He said, "This Sunday, our basketball team will come out together, have a meal and go shopping, and then find a place to practice... You come Is it?"
Of course Wei Heping was not on the basketball team, and Jiang Huai estimated that Xu Wenyang asked Wei Heping for questioning. He raised his eyelids, Xu Wenyang in the front row turned his head to look at him, and smiled when he saw Jiang Huai looking over.
Jianghuai: "No. I have something to do on Sunday."
Wei Heping knew that generally on Sundays, Jianghuai would not be able to make appointments, and there must be something to do every Sunday. Normally, Wei Heping would not come to ask Jianghuai every week... But this time it was not him, but the class monitor and other classmates. Wei Heping thought to himself, isn't this a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for Jianghuai to integrate into the class
Wei Heping asked, "Do you want to take care of Ah Cai?"
Jiang Huai paused, nodded, and didn't speak, which was a response.
Wei Heping is in trouble. He pondered again, gritted his teeth and said cruelly: "Why don't you go practice with them for dinner, and I'll go to your house to help you take care of Ah Cai?"
Jiang Huai looked up at him: "..."
Wei Heping raised his hand to testify: "I am very careful! I will take care of my relatives, younger brothers and sisters when they come during the Chinese New Year!"
Jiang Huai looked at him blankly for a while: "Let's talk about it."
"Are you going or not?"
"Follow the fate."
"What is resignation... the honor of the training class! If you say resignation, I will take it as your agreement!"
"..."
Wei Heping thought about it, and stretched out his hand with a shy face.
Jiang Huai's eyelids twitched... Why do people always reach out to him today? He asked, "What are you reaching for?"
Wei Heping: "Give me the key to your house, and I will go to your house to play with Ah Cai on Sunday."
"Get out." Jiang Huai "slapped" Wei Heping's hand away, and slightly raised the corner of his lips, "I'll contact you on Saturday."
Wei Heping heaved a sigh of relief, thinking that Jianghuai would fucking agree. In order to let Jianghuai integrate into the group, make more friends, and improve his personal style, is it easy for him
He was about to leave when he squinted behind Jiang Huai from the corner of his eye, and asked in a low voice, "Hey, Jiang Huai, why did the chairman's mouth break?"
Jiang Huai glanced at Wei Heping coolly: "How do I know?"
Chairman Bo looked as usual, tidied up the desk, bent down and put the bench under the table, and got out of the seat.
Before leaving the back door, he turned slightly sideways, and under the witness of Wei Heping, he rubbed Jiang Huai's head and curled his mouth: "See you next week."
Wei Heping: "!!"
JAC: "..."
Wei Heping took a long breath: "Jiang..." Jiang Huai picked up his schoolbag and kicked the stool under the table with a clang: "Shut up. I'll go first."
An eye-catching silver Ghost was parked at the back gate of the school. The tuition fee of the No. 2 Middle School is not low, but most of the students are admitted based on the results of the senior high school entrance examination. The good students are more concentrated... Although the No. 2 Middle School has no shortage of well-off families, there are only a few parents who can afford a multi-million dollar car to pick up and drop off their children. Not much.
Even the driver is used to this look of envy and wonder at his employer's wealth.
It is very difficult for a person not to become arrogant and self-satisfied in this environment.
Bo Jian leaned on the back seat with his head propped up, his expression tired and cold.
The driver said, "Madam is at home this afternoon."
no respond. The driver is also used to not responding.
Ke Ying put the university profile in his hand to one side. She got up, looked at the time, and asked straight to the point: "Did you read the application materials I asked the driver to send to you last time?"
Bo Jian didn't put away his schoolbag either: "Look."
The thick pile of application materials went into the trash bin of the activity room within half an hour of entering the gate of No. 2 Middle School.
"Do you have a favorite school?" Ke Ying said a question, but she continued, "I focused on a few schools in the last material, and these are the most suitable schools for you... Of course, the final choice is yours. In your hand, you can weigh which one is more suitable, and get ready to apply as soon as possible.”
Bo Jian's expression remained unchanged, and he casually said, "Should I choose?"
"Yes, but I think..."
"I'm not going abroad."
Ke Ying suddenly seemed to be stuck in his throat: "You..."
Bo Jian made a polite stop gesture: "Mom, don't do things in vain. I can arrange my own affairs."
He turned and went upstairs: "I'm going to do my homework first."
Bo Jian finished his homework before school, and he was talking nonsense with his eyes open.
He habitually locked the door. In fact, no one would be reckless to come in without knocking, but he was used to locking the door behind him. Bo Jian put down her schoolbag and took off her coat.
There is a full-length mirror next to the wardrobe.
Bo Jian glanced at the mirror, there was still some broken wounds on the corner of his mouth. Jiang Huai's punch made his teeth ache.
A prickly kid, he will strike at the slightest disagreement.
Bo Jian took out the computer and logged into QQ. The QQ message flashed a few times.
Patreon: I intercepted all the surveillance records of the No. 4 Middle School’s No. 2 teaching building from September 1st to today. I intercepted all three cameras in the hallway of No. 2 and No. 8 classes on the second floor.
Patreon: But based on the photo you gave me, I will not do such a thing as editing the surveillance record of the child.
Patreon: It's not impossible for me to do it. Add money.
On top of these text messages, "Patreon" sent hundreds of intercepted video files at one time. Each section is a surveillance record of the No. 4 Middle School and Senior No. 2 teaching building.
This was stolen from the surveillance system of No. 4 Middle School.
Further up, there is a message sent by Bo Jian:
"This is a photo of Song Jun in Class 8, Grade 2, No. 4 Middle School. It cuts out all the surveillance records of him appearing in the Grade 2 teaching building after the semester started."
"Song Joon JPG."
Bo Jian typed a few words: "Yes. You can ask others for help if you have a heavy workload."
Patreon: The boss is generous. Done.
Bo Jian asked, "Is there any urgent service?"
Patreon: ...how many days do you want
Bo Jian: "The sooner the better."
Patreon: ... All right, let me ask if there is anyone in our department who is willing to work and study, you pay the wages.
"Patreon" was offline, and Bo Jian closed QQ.
The country is hard to change, and the nature is hard to change.
Song Jun couldn't control himself in No. 2 Middle School, and he couldn't control himself when he went to No. 4 Middle School. But checking the monitoring may not be able to find out anything, the start time is too short, and Song Jun suffered a loss in the second middle school again... Song Jun may be honest for a while.
But there is no rush.
Take it easy.
Bo Jian bent his index finger and tapped on the table slowly. He glanced at the childish crayon picture frame on the table and smiled softly.
After dinner, Jiang Huai went to take a bath.
He propped his arms on the mirror, turned his head to one side, and from the corner of his eye went to the corner of his eyes, staring at the bite mark on the back of his neck. Tooth marks can no longer be seen, only red marks remain, like hickey marks.
He poked it, and frowned.
It's different from before, it used to be flat... It's actually flat to the touch now, but it feels swollen and itchy when you poke it, as if it's swollen.
Jiang Huai can still smell the smell of Bo Jian's pheromone on his body. It was as if the pheromone glands had hidden the pheromone that Bo Jian had bitten in, and only let it out a little bit to upset Jiang Huai.
The most fucking thing is, he's the only one who can smell it.
Wei Heping didn't respond at all.
This is called borrowing pheromones? He borrowed Alpha pheromone from Bo Jian for others to smell, but not for himself.
Jiang Huai gave a "tsk", took off his shirt with one hand, and turned on the shower.
The water steamed up. The water, which was extremely hot because of the cold, wet the hair and rolled down the back of the shoulders, along the thin line in the middle of the back spine.
Jiang Huai suddenly remembered when Chairman Bo applied safflower oil to him at noon today.
Bo Jian has a thin callus on his right middle finger, which will scratch him inadvertently.
Jiang Huai stood motionless for a while. He lowered his head with a bad face... He had a reaction. Bo Jian's pheromones seemed to have a stronger sense of presence. Although he was far away from him, Jiang Huai felt ashamed as if Bo Jian was watching him take a bath in the bathroom.
He's crazy, maybe he's sick.
Jiang Huai turned his head and screwed up the cold water gate expressionlessly.
Hastily left the bathroom, Jiang Huai saw the phone screen was on. Just got a message.
BJ: What homework do you do this week? ·v·
... Bo Jian again. Write your mother's homework.
Jiang Huai wiped his hair and threw the phone aside.
It lights up again.
BJ: I want to see you.
Jiang Huai froze for a moment, frowned and hooked the phone over, swiping the screen to open it.
But as soon as he opened it, Bo Jian withdrew the message.
BJ: After finishing homework, it's so boring to be alone at home.
The real powerhouse: …
The real strong man: Are you here to bring hatred
BJ: It's ·v·
The real strong man: Can you remove that emoji at the back
The real strong man: I want to hit you after seeing it.
Bo Jian was silent for a minute.
BJ: OK °v°●
The real powerhouse: …
Jiang Huai didn't want to argue with Bo Jian. Bo Jiantian looks like he has nothing to do with a girl's heart, where did these weird girly emoji come from.
The Real Strong: Do you have anything else to do? It's okay, don't bother me.
Jiang Huai paused for a while, and added another sentence.
The real strong: I will talk about homework tomorrow.
This time, Bo Jian didn't return for several minutes. Jiang Huai thought that Bo Jian understood what people said, and was about to lie down on the bed just now.
BJ: The susceptible period. Can you stay with me
Jiang Huai was startled, and frowned.
BJ: Just two or three days.
Jiang Huai's eyebrows became tighter and tighter. He deleted and deleted several times before typing out a sentence.
The real strong man: Going to take sedatives during the susceptible period, it’s useless to find me.
BJ: Sorry to go to the doctor.
The real strong:
Jiang Huai suspects that Bo Jian is here to play with him.
The Real Strong: What's so embarrassing about taking sedatives
half an hour. It took a long time for Bo Jian to return.
BJ: Hard.
Jiang Huai suddenly stood up and sat up, his mind went blank for a few seconds. He wasn't thinking about Bo Jian's texting him... he was thinking about what happened to him in the bathroom just now.
Seeing these words suddenly, Jiang Huai almost had the illusion that Bo Jian had penetrated his mind and seen everything.
Jianghuai didn't reply for several minutes.
BJ: Sorry. I have no other meaning, just because of the susceptibility period.
Jiang Huai stared at the last message. It wasn't him, Bo Jian was talking about himself, himself.
The real strong: Then you bear with it.
Bo Jian raised his eyebrows slightly, but Jiang Huai was not angry.
BJ: I feel uncomfortable ●°^°●
The real powerhouse: …
BJ: What's the matter
Jiang Huai paused for a few seconds, typed a line, and then deleted it. He didn't want this kind of words to be put in his text message records, and it would be an eyesore when chatting.
Bo Jian received a voice.
He clicked on it, and Jiang Huai's voice was as cold as a popsicle, and a little unnatural, warning him: "Bo Jian, saying such things during the marking period is no different from seduction."
The author has something to say: Chairman: It is to seduce °v°●