Before school was over, Lin Fei came to the class meeting: "... everyone performed very well in today's basketball game, and everyone will continue to work hard in the next game... Let's get down to business, take the exam tomorrow, everyone, take it easy and take the exam... Tomorrow will be the first The subject is Chinese as usual, now I will post the schedule of the exam subjects, Xu Wenyang, come over and post the schedule of the exam room on the class bulletin board... "
The small slips of paper with the exam timetable printed are passed from front to back.
Jiang Huai didn't turn his head, but leaned back slightly, holding the last timetable with his hands behind his shoulders.
Bo Jian gently pulled the paper out of his hand, scraping his knuckles together as if unintentionally. Jiang Huai quickly withdrew his hand.
Jiang Huai was wearing his coat, zipped up to the top.
But this afternoon, when seven or eight boys lined up to express their love, Jiang Huai actually nodded at each one, didn't refuse, and asked "Do you have anything to say?"
The tip of the pen made two black dots on the paper.
smelly man.
Bo Jian ticked an inverted V.
●° ^°●
Very unhappy.
Wei Heping's grades are in the middle and upper reaches. He has been at this level since junior high school. He has nearly 20 out of more than 40 people in the exam. On Thursday morning, he asked Jiang Huai with his heart pounding, "Jiang Huai, are you sure about this exam?"
Jiang Huai yawned, glanced sideways at him, but didn't reply.
Wei Heping: "Understood."
Chinese is tested on Thursday morning, mathematics and physics are tested in the afternoon, chemistry and biology are tested on Friday morning, and English is tested in the afternoon.
At five o'clock in the afternoon on Friday, the English test is over, and the representative of the back-to-classroom class has finished assigning this week's weekend homework and is directly on vacation.
The teacher didn't come, the class was in a mess, the class representative wrote homework content on the blackboard, and the homework papers were passed around one by one. hear.
Jiang Huai folded a stack of homework rolls that had been handed out, and stuffed them into his schoolbag like stuffing toilet paper. With the bag on his shoulders, he knocked the stool under the belly of the table with the back of his feet, and turned around to leave school.
"Front table." Someone called him.
Jiang Huai stopped for a while, and leaned towards Bo Jian: "What's the matter?"
Bo Jian's lips curled up: "Are you still looking for me to do homework on weekends?"
Jiang Huai turned his head and snorted: "It's been a week."
The half sentence that was not said: the marking period has passed.
Bo Jian looked natural: "So you have nothing to worry about when you come to my house this time."
Jiang Huai frowned, he sounded awkward, and after two or three seconds, he realized: "When did I promise to go to your house?"
Bo Jian looked at Jiang Huai for a while. He said softly, "Song Joon has gotten very close to an Omega recently."
It is commonplace to change the name of the person in this sentence to anyone.
Jiang Huai raised his eyes: "Can you say it again?"
Bo Jian only said, "You know what Song Jun means."
Jiang Huai stared at him.
Bo Jian's expression was as usual, and he couldn't tell what kind of dirty thing he was talking about: "This should be a common routine. First get to know, get close, make friends, and then go out on a date... It's a girl from No. 4 Middle School, Song Junyue She's coming out to play next week."
Jiang Huai didn't speak for a moment. After a long time, he asked in a cold voice, "How did you know that?"
Bo Jian tapped on the table lightly and asked, "Are you free on Saturday?"
Avoid Sundays.
Jiang Huai stared at him for a while: "Going to your house?"
"Um."
Jiang Huai didn't say whether he was going or not, he just turned his head and left: "Contact me at night."
But just as Jiang Huai came out of the back door, several boys ran past him, and a boy who ran very fast and didn't look at the road bumped into Jiang Huai's arms. The boy said "Ouch, fuck me", but after "fucking", he saw that it was Jianghuai.
The boy was one of the brothers and sisters who lost a bet in the afternoon and confessed to the execution ground.
Before the confession, the few people who lost the bet were frightened... What if Jiang Huai got angry and made a move? But far beyond their expectations, Jiang Huai had a good temper. After everyone confessed, he even smiled at them... although the smile was cold and not very friendly.
But JAC doesn't seem to be as difficult to deal with as it seems.
The boy leaned against the wall, made a concave shape, his eyes were blurred, and he tugged at his collar: "Brother Jiang, do you want a date tonight?"
Chairman Bo happened to walk out the back door with a stack of documents.
He glanced at the boy, then at Jiang Huai.
Before Jianghuai could say "scroll", Chairman Bo said unhurriedly: "Student, please take care of yourself." He paused, "Jianghuai already has an appointment with me tonight."
JAC: "..."
Boy: "??"
When Jianghuai arrived, Mingcheng Primary School was already empty.
Ah Cai was still sitting in the first row, immersing himself in artistic creation. Jiang Huai walked over and saw a lot of pink and blue paper cranes on Ah Cai's table.
"After school, pack up and go." He picked up one, "Did you stack it?"
Ah Cai looked up: "Student... handicraft class, send it to me, send it to me."
Jiang Huai listened to the general idea: "You fold the thousand paper cranes in the handicraft class, and the classmate gave you the thousand paper cranes?"
Ah Cai hesitated for a moment, then nodded sternly.
Jiang Huai said "oh", and helped her put the thousand paper cranes into the pencil case. He raised his eyelids: "Have you used the photos I sent you?"
Ah Cai nodded sullenly again.
Jiang Huai sent a few photos to A Cai from WeChat, and asked A Cai to bring his mobile phone to school. The little students who want to see it can just take a look at A Cai's mobile phone.
Jiang Huai didn't bother to guess what the elementary school students were thinking, anyway, it was just a few ordinary group photos. Before taking the photo, he checked everything... Checked whether Bo Jian's clothes were on properly.
Ah Cai carried his small schoolbag on his back deeply, Jiang Huai knocked the back of her head: "Why are you always so sullen, who taught you?"
Ah Cai raised his head and knocked Jiang Huai's hand away: "Cool."
Jianghuai: "??"
"What? Who taught it?" he asked.
Ah Cai: "English, English teacher."
"..."
The first time is raw and the second time is cooked.
This sentence applies to everything related to Bo Jian. In the taxi, Jiang Huai thought about it all the way, how did he manage to go to Bo Jian's house this week when he just went to Bo Jian's house last week and swore that he would never come back again.
Whatever he swore there would be no next time, when he met Bo Jian, Bo Jian would have a reason to ask him to do it again.
It's great.
Jiang Huai thought with a half smile.
BJ: I'm in the room.
Jiang Huai scanned the door lock of Bo Jian's house familiarly once and twice, and went up the stairs to find Bo Jian's room. But in Bo Jian's room, Jiang Huai didn't see Bo Jian.
The bedroom was empty, with the curtains still drawn and a few lights turned on. The two connected rooms were empty.
Jiang Huai frowned and called out, "Bo Jian?"
No one answered.
He took his mobile phone and sent a WeChat message: Where are you
No one returned.
The door of the bathroom is closed, but the sound insulation effect may be good, and Jiang Huai did not hear any movement. Jiang Huai frowned, and turned the doorknob of the bathroom...it wasn't locked.
The door opened a gap of tens of centimeters.
Bo Jian only wore a bath towel around his waist, his wet hair was still dripping down, flowing over his shoulders, not in the shadow of his slightly bulging muscles.
He turned sideways, slightly turned his head towards Jiang Huai, water slipped from his chin: "Jiang..."
JAC: "..."
"Hurry up." He immediately closed the door again.
Jiang Huai went back to Bo Jian's desk. There are still a few books on Bo Jian's desk, but other books have been replaced. A Cai's crayon picture frame is placed next to it, clean... There are still boxes of caramel-wrapped chocolates on the books.
Jiang Huai lowered his head and pushed the small box with his index finger.
This box is full. I changed the box.
Jiang Huai looked away, as if he didn't see it, and looked at other places with no expression. Bo Jian didn't bring the phone into the bathroom, and put it on the cabinet above the desk.
The phone screen is still bright, because Jiang Huai just sent him a WeChat message.
Jiang Huai casually glanced at Bo Jian's phone screen.
"Jiang Huai Huai: Where are you?"
Jiang Huai stared for a moment.
JAC? JAC? This is the message he sent
Jiang Huai paused for a while, then went to get Bo Jian's phone. The screen of the mobile phone went dark, Jiang Huai pressed it again, and the unread message still hung up: Where are you
This is the content of the message he just sent to Bo Jian. But his WeChat name is "The Real Strong", not "Jiang Huai Huai".
Jiang Huai stared at the news for several seconds.
The bathroom door suddenly opened. Jiang Huai shivered a little, subconsciously put the phone back to its original place, and turned his head to look over.
"Click", Bo Jian gently knocked on the door, and looked up at him.
Bo Jian's hair has been blown dry, no more dripping water, and his shoulders have been wiped dry. But still wearing only a bath towel, he stood quietly at the door and looked at Jiang Huai eye-to-eye for a few seconds, and said, "Turn around, I'll get the clothes."
JAC: "..."
Jiang Huai didn't know why he wanted to listen, but he turned around anyway.
The footsteps were getting closer and closer to him, and finally stopped at a place not too far away, probably in the middle of the room. "Shua—" The closet was pulled open.
Jiang Huai turned his back to Bo Jian: "Are you ready?"
Bo Jian: "No, I'm getting dressed."
Jianghuai: "...why didn't you wear it earlier?"
Bo Jian: "I didn't bring it into the bathroom."
Jiang Huai was silent for two or three seconds, then asked again as if finding fault: "Why do you just take a shower every time I come here?"
Bo Jian's tone was a little careless: "Isn't it good to burn incense and bathe to see you?"
Jiang Huai sneered: "I can't bear it."
"No, basic etiquette." Bo Jian could respond to Jiang Huai's ridicule, "There is no need to have a psychological burden."
"..."
Going on, Jiang Huai also felt like he was being picky, but being blocked by Bo Jian like this made him feel very humiliated. He asked, "Where did you burn incense?"
He "tsk": "I didn't smell it, I'm not sincere."
Bo Jian didn't speak.
Jiang Huai waited for a few seconds, but did not wait. He snorted: "Do you still have any clothes..."
Footsteps sounded again, getting closer and closer to him.
Almost within reach. Through the sound of breathing, Jiang Huai heard Bo Jian behind him. For no reason, he cut off half of his words, his Adam's apple rolled up and down, and he turned his head.
Bo Jian leaned over and sniffed his neck lightly, the tip of his nose brushed against Jiang Huai's earlobe unintentionally, his hands rested on Jiang Huai's waist and hips, with a nasal sound, as if intimate: "Do you smell it now?"
The light herbaceous fragrance slowly soaks in, with a misty water vapor.
Jianghuai didn't know anything about fragrance, so he couldn't tell whether it was shower gel or perfume.
The remaining two words "wear" that Jiang Huai didn't say were all blocked by Bo Jian.
He turned around abruptly, leaned his upper body back, and leaned on Bo Jian's desk: "You fucking stay away from me."
The marking period has passed, and the susceptibility period has also passed... Is Bo Jian mentally ill
"Didn't you say you can't smell it?" Bo Jian's lips curved slightly.
Jiang Huai showed no expression: "Now I smell it."
Bo Jian asked softly, "Does it smell good?"
Jiang Huai suddenly pushed Bo Jian away, and walked out sideways. With half his back facing Bo Jian, his Adam's apple rolled a few times, he lowered his head and pulled away Bo Jian's chair, sat down, and pulled his collar: "I didn't come here to talk nonsense to you, I'm talking about business."
Bo Jian didn't touch him, didn't release pheromones, he wasn't in the marking period... But Bo Jian seemed to be circling him, talking to him from behind, this kind of intimacy was outrageously intimate, his first reaction was not rejection and resistance .
What Jiang Huai remembered was that Bo Jian used this posture to hug him from behind that day. It was his own request, and Bo Jian agreed.
The chest, fingers, and breath are all hot and intertwined. He pressed against him clearly, motionless, Jiang Huai didn't dare to move, neither did Bo Jian.
Bo Jian said that he was shy, if being shy would make him hot, then Bo Jian was indeed extremely shy.
Jiang Huai lowered his eyelids, not going to meet Bo Jian. Being watched by Bo Jian, he always has the illusion that what he is thinking now, these secret, outrageous, unimaginable thoughts have been fully understood by Bo Jian.
Fuck it.
Today, Bo Jian didn't change into a baggy bathrobe, but his trousers were straight and neat, and his jacket was buttoned up to the top, covering it tightly... which made Jiang Huai feel like a crazy person.
He even had a crazy idea: Bo Jian is a fucking douchebag on purpose, right
Get close to him on purpose, seduce him on purpose.
But... Is there any Alpha who can do such a thing
Swipe open the lock screen with a long finger.
Jiang Huai glanced at it, and Bo Jian picked up the phone to look at it...and put it back without any abnormality: "I was taking a shower just now, I didn't see the message you sent."
"Oh."
Bo Jian slightly bent down and turned on the laptop. Jiang Huai sat on the chair and watched his movements. Bo Jian entered the power-on password and logged into QQ again: "Did you do your homework this week?"
JAC: "..."
"No," he said.
Bo Jian tilted his head at him: "Write chemistry this week?"
Jiang Huai looked obviously absent-minded. Bo Jian logged on to QQ and pulled out all the edited video clips sent by "Patreon". Jiang Huai didn't reply, but licked his lips unconsciously.
Bo Jian glanced over, his expression unchanged.
"Bo Jian." Jiang Huai suddenly said.
"Huh?" Bo Jian turned his head.
Jiang Huai held down Bo Jian's hand on the mouse. Jiang Huai was cooler than his body temperature, and his palms were sweating finely.
Bo Jian almost heard the sound of his heart stalling and beating for a second.
Jiang Huai stared at him, his voice was cold: "Did you do it on purpose?"
Bo Jian's hand moved slightly. He smiled: "What on purpose?"
Jiang Huai didn't know why, but suddenly stopped talking again, and remained silent for a few seconds. He turned his head away, and said a sentence that was not right with the previous sentence, as if the words were on the verge of his mouth, he abruptly changed it into something else: "Do you have gender cognitive impairment?"
Bo Jian: "?"
Jiang Huai thought for a while: "I'm obsessed with the feeling of being possessed by Alpha."
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