Physics class on Tuesday.
The physics teacher talked about this week's monthly exam on the podium: "... this week's monthly exam, physics is scheduled on Thursday afternoon. This semester, we are very busy. After the monthly exam, we will be in the midterm soon, so we don't have a unified review time for the monthly exam. .What about the scope of the exam..."
It was rare for Jiang Huai not to sleep, with his elbows on the physics weekend homework that he was going to talk about later.
But he didn't seem to be listening to the class either. He propped his head on one hand, turned the pen slowly with the other, and stared at the corner of the table expressionlessly.
He had never felt that his hearing was so fucking sensitive.
The sound of pages being turned on the back table, the sound of removing the cap of a pen...even the almost imperceptible rubbing sound of the nib touching the paper. It was so sensitive that it was almost like a neurotic auditory hallucination, and the sense of presence was so strong that Jiang Huai tensed every nerve.
The expression on Jiang Huai's face became even less.
He lowered his head, took out his mobile phone from his trouser pocket, and opened the browser.
"Alpha's temporary marker duration".
Answer from a famous doctor on the webpage: "The duration and effect of temporary marking vary slightly depending on the individual's constitution, but generally speaking, it will only last for seven to ten days, so you don't have to worry."
Jianghuai glanced at the top of the webpage.
Patient's question: "My husband is on a business trip and I'm so lonely. I went out to play these days and was accidentally marked. My husband will come back in half a month. Will he find out that I'm having sex with someone else?"
JAC: "..."
He closes the webpage.
After a week without supplementing the type C inhibitor, he obviously lost more than half of his desire to sleep during the day. But Jiang Huai would rather he had been sleeping these two days.
Sleeping during the day is better than sitting here with nothing to do... thinking about what happened on Sunday. Bo Jian sat at the table behind him, even though Jiang Huai knew that Bo Jian was not looking at him, but just thinking of Bo Jian sitting behind him made him unable to sit still, like a light on his back.
He was not feeling well.
Hearing the sound of Bo Jian writing and turning the pages, he would think of Bo Jian's fingers and those hands, put his arms around his waist, put his chin on his shoulder, and asked hoarsely: "Jiang Huai, give me some pheromones." Okay?"
"... Just a little bit. A little bit." Bo Jian said.
Bo Jian said again: "I feel bad... help me."
Bo Jian also said: "I gave you my pheromone, can you give me a little too?"
The enthusiasm, dependence, and desire for intimate hugs in the marked period are almost at the top of the wave. Bo Jian's pheromone hugged Jiang Huai together. The marking period almost pushed the pheromone sensitivity of JAC to the maximum threshold.
But this is not the school infirmary, this is Bo Jian's bedroom.
Even if you do something too extreme, no one will know, and you don't have to worry about others finding out.
Jiang Huai broke away from Bo Jian suddenly: "Get out." At this time, only a beating can wake up both of them. Jiang Huai could hear his heart beating, and the last string in his mind was tense... If this string broke, both he and Bo Jian would be in trouble.
He also couldn't remember the physical papers and photos, so he picked up Bo Jian's collar...
But Bo Jian was wearing a bathrobe with a loose neckline, and Jiang Huai pulled it open almost half of the front.
Jianghuai gave a hand.
Bo Jian grabbed his wrist. He lowered his eyelids, put Jiang Huai's wrist on the tip of his nose and sniffed... He raised his eyes and said helplessly, "Jiang Huai, I can't smell it."
The clothes were torn apart, Bo Jian didn't care about himself, just pinched Jiang Huai's fingers up, and sniffed Jiang Huai's fingers.
Jiang Huai stared at him coldly.
Bo Jian's hands were also hot. He lowered his eyes slightly, and licked Jiang Huai's fingertips.
JAC has only one idea.
Hold.
It's over this time.
Fucking susceptible period.
Bo Jian's breath pressed against the back of Jiang Huai's neck. Jiang Huai supported the wall, Bo Jian was behind him, his slender fingers gently pressed the pheromone glands on the back of Jiang Huai's neck. His other hand rested on Jiang Huai's waist.
Jiang Huai's fingers curled up tightly, so that the back of his hand was stretched out with blue veins.
Bo Jian pulled Jiang Huai's braid aside, exposing the entire back of his neck. Jiang Huai lowered his head, his vertebrae protruding slightly.
"Does it still hurt?" Bo Jian pressed the small pheromone gland hidden under the skin.
"Don't talk nonsense." Jiang Huai's voice was tense.
Bo Jian pinched his waist, Jiang Huai shook slightly, he frowned, and slapped Bo Jian's hand very unfriendly: "You..."
The thin skin over the swollen gland was licked.
The conversation stopped abruptly.
The teeth scrape gently, itching.
The tip of Bao Jian's tongue touched the back of his neck.
Jiang Huai curled his hands tighter and stopped talking. He couldn't see Bo Jian's face in this posture... Fortunately, he couldn't fucking see Bo Jian's face, and Bo Jian couldn't see his face either.
In this case, Jianghuai didn't want to see anyone's face.
Bo Jian's eyes stopped on Jiang Huai's ear tips that were slowly turning red again.
Teeth pierced the skin.
But it's not as violent and strange as last time, and the aggressiveness is so strong that it even makes people uncomfortable... This time, it's more mature and natural, as if Jiang Huai has adapted to Bo Jian's pheromone.
Bo Jian only put his hands on Jianghuai. He didn't hug Jianghuai, and kept his distance.
The gland was slightly punctured, almost completely suppressed by the inhibitor... The pheromone that was so hot that it melted spread out, so sweet that it was almost sluggish, and there was an imperceptible astringent bitterness hidden.
Bo Jian lowered his eyes and licked away the little drops of blood little by little.
Jiang Huai forced himself not to move, not to make a sound, and even suppressed the movement of swallowing.
This time the bite was shallower than the last time, not a temporary mark... just a bite that broke the gland and released the pheromone.
Jianghuai hit the C type, even if it is attracted, it will not emit pheromone by itself. Unless biting off the glands...or doing something more intimate.
The two pheromones blend together. One hot and one cold, but like a match made in heaven.
Jiang Huai lowered his head: "Bo Jian, hug me."
Bo Jian's breath rubbed against the glands on the back of his neck, and he whispered softly in Jiang Huai's ear: "I'm hard... are you sure?"
The gel pen in Jiang Huai's hand "slapped" and fell on the desk.
He looked at the pen expressionlessly.
The physics teacher's loud voice is talking about the weekend physics paper: "... First, let's do a force analysis first. How many forces does the ball bear? Yes, four forces, gravity, spring force, support force, electric field force..."
Jiang Huai remained motionless.
He thought, probably this is called distraction.
Hold.
"We will finish the multiple-choice questions. The experimental questions are simple. If we don't talk about them, we will leave the big questions." The physics teacher turned over the paper and looked at it. , I'll give you fifteen minutes..."
The default for grouping is the front, back, left, and right tables, with four people in groups.
Jianghuai is an odd-numbered row, a group with the back table.
Zhao Tianqing was in this class, but fell asleep on the desk, and the physics teacher said "group discussion", Zhao Tianqing turned his head over, and continued to sleep without opening his eyelids.
Jiang Huai picked up the pen again and continued to turn the pen by himself.
But the back table pulled his clothes.
The JAC pen dropped again. He sat motionless for two or three seconds, then turned his head and said with care, "What's the matter?"
Bo Jian's susceptibility period passed on Monday, and today is Tuesday.
The corners of the lips at the back table are slightly curved: "Group discussion."
Jianghuai: "I don't need to discuss."
"I need."
Jiang Huai "tsk": "Then I wake up Zhao Tianqing?"
"Then you have to turn around." Bo Jian said unhurriedly, "Otherwise there will be three people in a group, and you will not participate in the discussion." He smiled, "The teacher will think that we are crowding out the students."
"..."
Jiang Huai twitched the corner of his mouth: "You play a lot."
Bo Jian said in a high-sounding manner: "Unity with classmates is the basic quality of students."
"..."
Jiang Huai glanced at Chairman Bo's polite and businesslike face, and suddenly remembered a very inappropriate sentence: a lady under the bed, a slut on the bed.
Jiang Huai suddenly shuddered... What the hell kind of metaphor is this, he never slept with Bo Jian, and he will never have sex. Once the marking period is over, they are not familiar with each other.
Jiang Huai turned around: "I don't unite with my classmates, I'm not educated, don't bother me."
Bo Jian sighed softly from behind, but Jiang Huai didn't seem to hear him, and went to sleep on the table.
"Front table." Called from behind.
Jiang Huai lay on his stomach without moving.
"Come on for the basketball game tomorrow."
Jiang Huai finally raised his hand, and waved the back of his hand towards Bo Jian a few times: "You don't need to worry about torturing a few younger brothers."
The physics teacher caught a glimpse of Jiang Huai raising his hand and walked over: "Which question do you not know?"
Jiang Huai looked up: "...?"
It was sunny on Tuesday, and it was raining on Wednesday. But after noon, the rain turned even smaller, only hairs and hairs, which did not delay the success of the basketball game in the afternoon.
The second class and the thirteenth class compete in the first class in the afternoon, and it happens that the second class is a physical education class. The physical education teacher of Class 2 also served as the referee for the knockout match. He had no time to talk to the other students in Class 2, so he simply called all the students in Class 2 to watch the basketball game... Those who were willing to watch the football game watched the game, and those who were willing to review the monthly exam went back to the classroom for self-study.
But there were less than ten people who went back to self-study, and most of them stayed in the basketball court to watch the game.
Class 13 missed the physical education class and was still in the classroom. Except for the players, there were only two or three people standing here and there in Class 13.
Before the game even started, the cheerleaders lost their momentum.
Although it is a knockout round, there are still several games after the knockout round, but the players also changed their uniforms. The uniforms of the second class were custom-made by Xu Wenyang this weekend with shift fees, black background and white number.
Class 13 has a white number on a green background.
Chen Fengze stood beside Bo Jian with arms crossed: "Hey, your class uniforms look pretty..." He turned his head and glanced at Chairman Bo, "Aren't you going back to the classroom to review for the monthly exam tomorrow?"
Bo Jian had never participated in such trivial school activities. Others thought that the chairman of the student union had a lot of things to do, but Chen Fengze knew him well, so he knew that it was because such activities were a waste of time for Chairman Bo.
The activities that Chairman Bo participated in were definitely not for collective honor, but for the convenience of students to judge the best.
Bo Jian didn't participate in the basketball game in the first year of high school, and he didn't even watch it.
Bo Jian's eyes stopped on the player in the "No. 12" black jersey, and he said casually, "It's the first whether to review or not. Is review useful?"
"..."
Chen Fengze was silent for a long while: "Is what you are talking about human?"
"The truth." Chairman Bo lifted his lips.
"… Hold."
Chen Fengze really didn't want to discuss the issue of academic performance with Bo Jian, this is a fucking animal. He glanced at the court, suddenly remembered something, and looked horrified: "Wait...fuck, Bo Jian, you didn't come to see Jianghuai play, did you?"
Bo Jian glanced at him, but didn't speak.
Jiang Huai was wearing a No. 12 jersey, facing far sideways, with his hair tied up. It was raining lightly, and he lifted the hem of his jersey to wipe the rain off his face, revealing a section of his belly that was tightened.
Chen Fengze was silent for a long time. After a long time, he asked, "Bo Jian, you and Jiang Huai... who will go up and who will go down?"
Bo Jian: "..."
Jiang Huai patted the ball a few times before throwing the ball to Xu Wenyang with one hand. Wei Heping threw a bottle of water at him, and he unscrewed it and took a sip.
In the knockout round, it's like pecking at each other. You can't even tell the specific position, and it's over... But generally speaking, Zhao Tianqing is a center. He is a small forward.
The students from the second class gathered here for half a circle, making a lot of noise, and Jiang Huai heard his name a few times. He didn't seem to hear, screwed up the mineral water bottle, and threw it back to Wei Heping.
Wei Heping caught it, and glanced at the back of Jiang Huai's neck: "Hey, why did you put a Band-Aid on the back of your neck?"
Jiang Huai raised his hand and touched it, expressionless: "I was scratched by a cat."
"... Since when did your family have a cat?"
"wildcat."
Wei Heping's expression became more and more complicated: "Your house is on the twelfth floor, can you go up to the wild cat?"
Jianghuai expressionless: "I was scratched on the road."
Wei Heping: "Why is the wild cat tickling you?"
Jiang Huai finally showed a trace of impatience: "The cat is crazy, how the hell do I know what the cat thinks?"
Wei Heping: "..."
Cat crazy?
Rabid cat disease?
The players organized a warm-up exercise, and Wei Heping took out his mobile phone and looked at it. He has added hundreds of chat groups on WeChat, ranging from large groups at school to small groups in classes. The Omega group, Alpha group, and Beta group in the class all have his name.
The classmates are here, even face to face, but the group messages are very active... It's not that I have nothing to do, and I have to send messages face to face, because I can post some things in the group that are not easy to say outside.
There are only six or seven people in the Omega group in the second class, and half of them are Betas, but the news is active.
"The first year of high school is also playing basketball. Do you have any sisters who go to the first year of high school to see if there is any handsome one among the juniors?"
"I've been there, no."
"real?"
"There is a monthly exam tomorrow, and you still want to see your junior."
"What are you looking at, junior, isn't there anyone in our class who is handsome?"
"Who?"
"Who are you talking about? Isn't Jianghuai handsome? Isn't the chairman handsome? Lower the standard, Xu Wenyang can do it too! @王静"
"You are so annoying, don't love me."
"Jiang Huai is good-looking... but I always think he is scary."
"Hahaha, are you afraid that he will suddenly hit someone?"
"No, Jianghuai has been in school for so long, isn't it all quite peaceful?"
"An Fen? Are you afraid that you are not connected to the village network? Didn't you know that Jianghuai had a fight with someone last week?"
"I know, but that incident wasn't Jiang Huai's fault, right? Didn't a group of punks come from outside the school? The punks took the initiative to pick things up, and Jiang Huai was right."
"If Jianghuai is safe, why would the gangster single him out to find something to do?"
"The school didn't issue a punishment. If you say that, doesn't it mean that the victim is guilty?"
"Hey sisters, don't make noise."
"As expected of that sinful man, everywhere is bloody."
"You guys are arguing, but I only care about Jianghuai's waist. Someone made a few short videos of that incident last week, and there are... grass on the campus website. I guess Jianghuai's waist is very strong."
"The waist is strong... I suspect that you are playing pornography."
"I don't know if the waist is strong or not, but it's quite thin. I just saw it when Jiang Huai lifted his clothes up to wipe his face."
"Does Jiang Huai have a waist?"
"do not know."
"I don't know +1."
"I heard that those with waist dimples are more sexual."
"..."
"Then why don't you go and take off Jiang Huai's clothes to see if he has a waist?"
Wei Heping shut down the Omega group in disgust.
Give JAC some wax.
But it should be a good thing to be discussed by a group of Omegas about their sexual abilities... right?
The class Alpha group is also chatting. Class 2 Alpha not only has students from Class 2, but also neighboring classes. There are Alphas and many Betas. The scale is larger than the Omega group, with thirty or forty people.
Compared with a few lonely little Os gathering together to discuss whether an Alpha is strong or not, the discussion topics in the Alpha group are more about straight men.
"Hey, hey, let's make a bet, who in our class has the most points?"
"Why don't you bet on whether you win or not?"
"Bullshit, is our class sure to win? Is it interesting to bet on this?"
"Scoring guards and small forwards must score the most points."
"But our class doesn't seem to be divided into SG and SF, right?"
"do not know."
"I don't know +10086."
"You only gamble if you don't know. If you know, then why not gamble?? Is it Alpha, or is it a man? Just come and gamble, don't be cowardly."
"Speaking for so long, you are talking about betting!"
"Those who lose the bet, how about queuing up to confess to the person with the most points? All Alpha and Beta members of our team are not allowed to coax!"
"Fuck, queuing up to confess, it's a bit fierce."
"Wow, it's so exciting, come on!"
"It's boring. Zhao Tianqing's basketball player must vote for Zhao Tianqing. No one can lose."
"If everyone wins, whoever says it will vote and whoever confesses it, how about it?"
"I, Qian Shun, was the first to agree to this marriage."
"Nice job!"
"...fuck me."
"Just a word... Have you ever thought about what if Zhao Tianqing didn't score the most points?"
"Who else could it be if it's not Zhao Tianqing?"
"Jianghuai."
"Go and confess your love to Jianghuai, do you think it's too long?"
"If you die the first time, you will be a ghost even if you die."
Before playing, Jiang Huai accidentally glanced at Wei Heping, but found that Wei Heping was looking at him with meaningful and worried eyes.
Jiang Huai thought: Is there something wrong?
The game is divided into four quarters, each 12 minutes, because the school time is tight, the knockout round does not follow the strict basketball game system, there is a one-minute break at the end of the quarter, and a ten-minute break between the two and a half periods.
Class thirteen is a liberal arts class, but its strength is not bad, and there is also a member of the school basketball team.
But at the end of the first quarter, Class 13 was pulled away by Class 2 by nearly ten points.
Jianghuai scored ten points alone.
The team's division of labor is not careful, so the tasks of shooting guard and small forward are basically on him, and his only task is to score. The teammate defends the position, passes the ball to him, and he scores.
JAC's accuracy and flexibility are very good.
At the end of the section, Jianghuai went down to drink water.
But he didn't see Wei Heping, but Bo Jian. Bo Jian seemed to have water in his hand, sitting on the bench by the court. For some unknown reason, countless gazes were shot at him from all around.
Jiang Huai paused and lowered his head: "Is the water in your hand mine?"
"Yeah." Bo Jian raised his hand and handed it over, his eyes briefly flicked over Jianghuai's jersey.
The shoulders were wet with fine rain, but fortunately the black jersey was not soaked through.
The jersey was too loose, Jiang Huai leaned over to grab the water at a small angle, and opened a large area towards Bo Jian. Bo Jian moved his fingers slightly, but he still didn't help Jiang Huai tidy up his clothes in full view.
"Have you brought your coat?" Bo Jian asked.
"No." After resting for a minute, Jiang Huai drank water, wiped the rain off his face with his jersey, put the water on the ground, turned and went back. Class 13 did not make up for the disadvantages lost in the first quarter, but widened the gap even further in the second quarter.
The three or two students from Class 13 who came to cheer and cheer seemed extraordinarily quiet.
But Class 2 wasn't noisy, instead it was surprisingly quiet.
Only chat groups are active.
"Fuck, this time the car overturned." At the end of the game, 66 to 36, Jianghuai scored 39 points.
For more than an hour, the rain was not heavy, and the jerseys of the players present were all soaked. The players in Class 13 were extremely lonely, like a group of drowned chickens, listless and dejected.
The monitor of class 13 came over and smiled: "Your class is really strong."
"No... Friendship comes first, competition comes second."
The rain in October is no longer warm.
Jiang Huai ended up and bent down to pick up the mineral water. He raised his head to drink water, goosebumps formed on his arms. After playing, the blood is hot and the skin is cold.
Wei Heping was quite far away from him, and he was talking to others, but he didn't know what he was talking about, and his expression was quite excited. After winning the game, the classmates twittered together, and the buddies who went on the court seemed to have become heroes, and when they came down, they hooked their shoulders and hung their shoulders, proud and elated.
Very lively.
Jiang Huai lowered his eyes, didn't look at anyone, and was ready to go back to the classroom with a plastic bottle.
"Is it cold?"
Jiang Huai turned his head slightly. Bo Jian didn't know when he took off his school uniform jacket, neatly smoothed it out, and handed it to him.
Jianghuai: "It's not cold."
Bo Jian glanced at his arm: "Liar."
He passed the school uniform forward: "I borrowed yours, and return it to me after school."
Jiang Huai paused for a few seconds, then stretched out his hand and took the jacket from Bo Jian's hand.
But Jiang Huai was still holding Bo Jian's school uniform in his hand, and suddenly there was a noise getting closer and closer to him:
"Hey, what you say counts!"
"Is it a man?"
"You are the first!"
"You're the fucking first!"
Like a scourge, Jiang Huai was so frightened that he almost threw his school uniform back. He held Bo Jian's school uniform stiffly, and turned his head.
Almost all the students from the second class came over in a group. The leader was pushed over by a few boys from behind, their expressions were either coy or mournful.
The ones behind were laughing and joking, watching the excitement was no big deal.
Wei Heping emerged from the crowd excitedly and rushed to the edge of the Jianghuai River, missing a handful of melon seeds in his hand.
Jianghuai: "This is..."
Before Jiang Huai finished speaking, a boy was almost kicked up by the people behind him. He staggered and almost fell to his knees. His face and neck were flushed. He turned his head and gave the classmate behind him a hard look.
Jiang Huai showed no expression, and pinned Bo Jian's school uniform behind his back: "What are you doing?"
The boy blushed even more, and the crowd behind him booed.
He didn't even dare to look directly at Jiang Huai, he clenched his fist like a fool: "Jiang Huai, I've liked you for a long time! Can you be my boyfriend??"
Jianghuai: "?"
The author has something to say: Chairman: No way :)