Bo Jian didn't say anything.
After hanging up the phone, he leaned his head and absently flipped through a few pages of the book under his elbow. He didn't come home at noon.
After dinner, Jiang Huai went to Qin Yuhe's hotel.
There are not many things in the hotel, just a 10-30 inch trolley case. There are two unopened boxes of milk on the cabinet, and a clean long express box stands beside the patio door.
Qin Yuhe put down his luggage and went to Jianghuai School.
Jiang Huai entered, and Qin Yuhe closed the door behind him: "Your birthday present is at the balcony door."
"Well," Jiang Huai almost guessed what it was from looking at the height, "Skateboard?"
Qin Yuhe took off his scarf, and took off his coat: "It took me half a year to save money for you."
Jiang Huai turned his head and glanced at Qin Yuhe, Qin Yuhe frowned, lowered his head slightly, took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it over. Jiang Huai caught it: "Thank you."
Qin Yuhe went to open the room to take a breath, Jiang Huai came out with a cigarette.
Qin Yuhe came back, went to his side, turned a lighter in his hand, "clicked", so naturally he couldn't light Jiang Huai's cigarette naturally.
Then Qin Yuhe also lit a cigarette for himself.
The smoke was white, Qin Yuhe narrowed his eyes slightly, and said with a cigarette in his mouth, "I used to think about it, I will grow old with you, and I will not find my wife's old life."
Jiang Huai leaned against the door, glanced at him sideways, and said nothing.
Qin Yuhe lowered his head and played with the lighter in his hand, saying: "Plant flowers, play birds, and go to the square to dance with the old lady on weekend nights."
JAC: "..."
"You can go to the square to find the old lady to dance with." He said, "Let Wei Heping introduce you, he knows it well."
Qin Yuhe was overjoyed, and he raised his head: "No, I won't snatch brother's old lady." The metal lighter in his hand "clicked" and "clicked" several times, and his fingertips were still sweating. He paused, and suddenly Ask: "Do you like Bo Jian?"
Jiang Huai froze for a moment and frowned. After a while, he took a puff of cigarette: "I like it."
"He chased you?"
Jiang Huai frowned even tighter: "It doesn't count, count him as the one I chased."
Qin Yuhe fell silent.
Jiang Huai squatted down and pressed his back against the door frame. With a cigarette in his hand, he lazily said: "My first impression of Bo Jian is worse than your first impression of him, but after getting to know him a lot... I think he's not bad."
"Are you praising him?"
"almost."
Qin Yuhe looked down at Jianghuai. It's different when Jiang Huai mentions Bo Jian, Jiang Huai doesn't like to laugh very much, but when he mentions Bo Jian, his eyes are full of smiles.
He "tsk": "Then I wish you an early baby?"
Jiang Huai raised his eyes and snorted out a laugh: "No, I don't plan to add a younger brother or sister to you."
"..."
"Jianghuai." Qin Yuhe said.
Jiang Huai still remembered Qin Yuhe's hatred when Qin Yuhe pressed his head on the sofa at the hot pot restaurant, and raised his eyes provocatively: "Why do you call your father?"
"Go back to school, you're late."
JAC: "..."
"My day?" Jiang Huai got up suddenly, took out his mobile phone to check the time... one fifty-four, it was six minutes before the class bell. In the first class in the afternoon, he remembered that he seemed to be in Lao Lin's math class.
"Fuck me, I'm going to be late. We have class with our head teacher in the afternoon." He casually crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray beside him, and hurriedly got up, "Then I'll be leaving first..."
Jiang Huai paused, and turned his head to look at the skateboard that Lao Qin said he saved for him for half a year: "Can the skateboard be used? I skate faster than I can run."
Qin Yuhe elbowed him: "Go away, I bought it for your collection, who let you go on the road? Run by yourself."
"Stingy..." Jiang Huai curled his lips, "Let's go first, and I'll contact you when I have something to do."
"Who the hell is being stingy?" Old Qin snorted angrily, "I will send you a WeChat message in the future and you should reply quickly. If I send a message all morning and ignore me, how can I contact you?"
Jiang Huai glanced at him: "I'm talking about contacting you for something, but your little shit is a big deal?"
Qin Yuhe: "..."
Jiang Huai ignored him, walked towards the door, and raised his hand with his back to Qin Yuhe: "Bye."
Qin Yuhe watched Jiang Huai walk to the door, and suddenly asked, "Jiang Huai, do you still need inhibitors?"
Jiang Huai paused, but he didn't look back: "Not for now."
"Bang", the door closed.
Jianghuai left.
Qin Yuhe stood leaning against the wall for a while as if in a daze, smoking a cigarette, then slowly squatted down along the base of the wall, and sighed.
JAC being late is 100% late.
The hotel is not far from the No. 2 Middle School. Jiang Huai ran there for about ten minutes, climbed in through the iron fence west of the back door of the school, and ran to Xueli Building for another ten minutes.
So when Jianghuai arrived in the classroom, Lao Lin had already finished half of his first math class.
Jiang Huai wandered a few times between the front door and the back door in the corridor outside Class 2, and finally found the back door...unlocked. He quietly opened a thin slit, squatted at the foot of the door frame, and moved in a little bit.
Sitting countdown has this advantage, although the posture is not very decent, but you can sneak in.
Bo Jian didn't have a tablemate, and Bo Jian was alone in the last row by the back door.
Jiang Huai moved in, closed the door without a sound, and squatted behind Bo Jian's stool to relax.
Lao Lin was talking about the lesson plans on the podium, but Jiang Huai couldn't see anyone, he could only hear the sonorous sound of Lao Lin's chalk hitting the blackboard. Jiang Huai raised his head slightly, just in time to meet Bao Jian who turned his head and looked down at Jiang Huai.
It may be that the central air conditioner in the classroom is too hot, or it may be the end of the hero, Jiang Huai's palms were sweating, and he made a "shh" gesture around his mouth.
Bo Jian nodded.
Jiang Huai and Bo Jian are at the front and back tables, and they are seated by the aisle, while Zhao Tianqing is seated vertically against the wall.
Zhao Tianqing didn't go to the physical training today, and fell asleep on the desk so that he didn't know what time it was.
Lao Lin stopped writing, and turned around to give a lecture: "... Let's find out the inclination angle of the straight line passing through point a first..."
The teacher stood on the podium and looked down, and he could see clearly whether the students in the last row had deserted or not. Jiang Huai thought that if he knelt and squatted in the aisle now, Lao Lin would definitely have spotted him.
When the time comes, there will be another 3,000-word review.
He has written more self-criticisms than Chinese compositions since he started school.
Jiang Huai squatted behind Bo Jian's stool, and stretched the legs of Bo Jian's trousers. Bo Jian looked down at him, Jiang Huai pointed to the underside of Chairman Bo's desk, and mouthed, "I'll crawl over."
Bo Jian was startled, and the hand holding the pen tightened.
Jiang Huai didn't finish speaking, and continued pointing backwards while mouthing: "You step back."
"... It can be seen from the figure that the coordinates of point a are (3, 2), we first calculate the slope of the line, and then calculate the eccentricity e..."
"Om—"
The low sound of stool legs rubbing against floor tiles.
The stool was pulled back a little.
Bo Jian pulled his legs out from under the table and turned them aside. He has long legs, and if he does not stretch out under the belly of the desk, he will appear narrow and crowded, and the desk is shaking slightly when his knees touch it.
He lowered his eyes and looked at Jiang Huai motionlessly.
Jiang Huai leaned in tentatively. He squatted too high. To get under the table, he had to kneel on the ground... The ground was not very clean, and this posture was not too shameful.
Jiang Huai squatted, and was in a stalemate with himself for three or two seconds, finally bit the bullet, put his knees on the ground, and bent down.
There are three wooden horizontal bars under the desk, and he will have to get through the horizontal bars when the time comes.
Space is tight.
Jiang Huai's waist rubs against Bo Jian's calf. The fabric of the school uniform rubbed against each other, making a rustling sound. The pen in Bo Jian's hand was so tightly clenched that he barely moved.
"...so at this point, the standard equation of our ellipse has been found..."
Lao Lin did not realize that Jiang Huai was blocked by Bo Jian and Bo Jian's desks from the moment he entered the door to when he got under Bo Jian's desk. He devoted himself to the lectures and didn't pay that much attention.
He walked away while talking: "Then we make tangents to the ellipse..."
Jiang Huai's spine was stiff.
day.
Every day.
Through the small square frame of the table legs and bars under the table, Jiang Huai could barely see a pair of middle-aged and elderly men's padded shoes at the end of the aisle, and Lao Lin's voice was getting closer...
Why the hell did Lin Fei get off the podium?
If Lin Fei walked all the way to the last row... would he not be able to see him under Bo Jian's desk
Jiang Huai thought he was an idiot.
If you are late, you will be late, and if you are late, you will come in directly. Anyway, he is not late once or twice, so he has to get under the table and pretend to be smart.
Those middle-aged and elderly cotton shoes are getting closer and closer.
Jiang Huai turned around under the table, trying to get out before Lin Fei came over. With the back door open, he could leave the classroom.
"Clang."
Bo Jian suddenly pulled the stool.
Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment.
Bo Jian pulled the stool forward and put his legs back under the belly of the table. The already crowded place would not be able to accommodate Jiang Huai with two extra legs. Bo Jian knocked his knee on the bridge of Jiang Huai's nose.
Jiang Huai didn't think too much, and pushed Bo Jian's knee away.
Suddenly, the desk went dark.
Bo Jian took off his school uniform jacket, shook himself, and pressed a few books to the front of the desk.
The hem of the sleeves hangs down, covering the front side of the desk.
Lin Fei finally stopped at the edge of Jianghuai's front desk. He glanced at Jianghuai's vacant seat, didn't speak, and didn't go back any more.
Under the table, Jiang Huai suddenly found that he was kneeling between Bo Jian's legs.
His hands were still on Bo Jian's knees, he was the one who pushed Bo Jian's legs to the side and squeezed in by himself.
Bo Jian held the pen, Lin Fei was very close to him, and was giving a lecture, but he didn't listen to a word Lin Fei said. He lowered his eyelids, his eyelashes trembling slightly.
If he leaned back a little and looked down, he could see Jiang Huai's face.
His clothes were not too thick, and Jiang Huai's breath touched the inside of his thigh.
Bo Jian's pen made an unsightly black spot on the paper.
Jiang Huai's Adam's apple twitched. With an unbiased gaze, he stared at Bao Jian's belt buckle.
But he didn't look into it at all.
He absently touched Bo Jian's belt buckle.
In the back classroom, which was as quiet as a dead chicken market, there was a slight metallic "click" sound suddenly. Like hallucinations.
Lin Fei raised his head in doubt: "?"
Bo Jian held the pen and pressed the study case, with his usual demeanor, no tricks could be seen.
Not long after Lin Fei became suspicious, he turned around and resumed his lecture.
Bo Jianwei pulled the distance back and looked down.
Jiang Huai bent his legs and knelt on the ground with one knee. He bowed his waist, put one hand back into his pocket in an orderly manner, and the other hand... a little embarrassedly pressed Bao Jian's hand, which he had accidentally untied. belt.
He raised his head slightly, mouthed "I'm sorry", and then lowered his head again.
Bo Jian moved his eyelashes, grabbed Jiang Huai's hand, and used his hand to help him fasten his belt again.
Jiang Huai pretended to be dead and didn't move, he didn't respond to how Bo Jian played with his hands.
The school trousers were black, but there were obvious creases and bulges. Jiang Huai saw it. Bo Jian twitched his fingers, palms, and wrists, and it was inevitable that they would rub against him.
Jiang Huai's palms were soaked with sweat.
He lowered his head, and once the belt was fastened, he withdrew his hand.
Hold.
Doing this kind of thing in class, during class... Is this something that humans can do
Bo Jian looked down at Jiang Huai's hand slipping away from his own, he didn't stop him, just tore a piece of paper.
A slender and clean hand was passed over from the edge of the bottom of the table, a neatly folded piece of paper with a pen pinned between the fingers.
Jiang Huai raised his head, frowned, and drew over.
Unfolding, a line of elegant words: "Aren't you going to help me?"
Jiang Huai's ears suddenly became hot. He pulled out the pen and replied, "Get out, do you still want face?"
A hand was stretched out from the bottom of the table, and the corners of Bao Jian's lips were slightly curved, and he took a few random stacks of small papers from the palm of this hand, and his index finger slid across Jiang Huai's palm as if unintentionally.
Jiang Huai immediately withdrew his hand as if he had been burned.
Not long after, Bo Jian handed over the paper again.
A new piece of paper, a new sentence: "I got angry at noon, and you ignored me."
Jiang Huai unfolded, stunned for a moment, frowned and replied: "Then next time I go out to eat hot pot, I will take you with me."
The small piece of paper was handed back:
"I don't want hot pot. You never called me dad, and you never said that to me."
Jianghuai: "?"
Jianghuai clicked two "?" like planting grass, and attached: "I'm fine, what do you want your father to do? What kind of words are those words?"
"I don't care, I just want to listen. You didn't tell me about begging for mercy."
"..."
The fart didn't say it. He said it twice.
"Listen to the class." Jiang Huai replied.
Jiang Huai threw the small piece of paper back, and heard the small sound of tearing apart the small piece of paper. Then Bo Jian stretched out his hand again, Jiang Huai thought he was still passing a small note, and subconsciously stretched out his hand.
But this time, Bo Jian's palm was empty without any small piece of paper. He took Jiang Huai's hand and shook it slightly. He lowered his head, saw Jiang Huai, and mouthed, "I want it."
He said, "Jianghuai, I want it."
Jiang Huai suddenly felt that the blood all over his body rushed to the top of his head.
Referred to as the top.
So he shook off Chairman Bo's hand, and succinctly answered Chairman Bo's mouth with the word "scroll".
He turned his head and opened a corner of Bo Jian's school uniform... In fact, Lao Lin had already returned to the podium, and the chalk was flying all over the blackboard.
Jiang Huai didn't have the courage to get out of the space in front of Bo Jian's desk. He turned his head, pushed Bo Jian's leg, and gestured with his hand: "Jian Rang, I want to come out."
Where did Jiang Huai come from in the end, and where did he go back.
Came from the corridor, went back to the corridor. Fortunately, get out of class was over in a few minutes.
Jiang Huai leaned against the corridor window and flipped through his phone.
"President Qin" posted a circle of friends five minutes ago.
Accompanied by a picture of a sunset river scene, with words:
"Grandpa's youth is over."
Wei Heping commented three minutes ago: "Pass all the exams, but not one?"
President Qin replied: "Let's go to cool off, my grades are very good."
The two of them were quite idle, Jiang Huai gave a "tsk" sound, and gave a consoling comment very perfunctorily: the most beautiful is the red sunset.
"Jingle jingle—"
The get out of class bell rang.
Lao Lin dragged the class for a few minutes, Jiang Huai was in the corridor, and heard Lin Fei talking about the basketball game after the midterm exam in class, the knockout round was before the midterm exam, and the rest of the games were played after the midterm exam.
In fact, there are not many games left. The knockout rounds are equivalent to 26 to 4. There are only four classes left in each division. The final competition is just the top twelve competition for the championship and runner-up.
This semester is short, the final exam is in mid-January, and the schedule for the school basketball game is also tight. Next week, the division will be promoted to 4th and 2nd, and 2nd to 1st, and the champion and runner-up seeded team of this year's school basketball game will be selected.
Then the finals next week, the championship match.
Lao Lin dragged the sleeping Zhao Tianqing up, rushed to the podium and asked Zhao Tianqing to organize the competition, and he finished class first.
Taking advantage of the commotion in the class, Jiang Huai opened the back door and slipped back.
Bo Jian had already put back his school uniform jacket, with a neat neckline and clean cuffs.
Art next class.
In the art class and music class of No. 2 Middle School, art appreciation series documentaries are played in the art class, and classic music movies are shown in the music class. Occasionally, I take a serious art class according to the textbook, but no one listens, and everyone makes their own papers.
The art teacher turned down the projection screen, the curtains were drawn in the class, and the lights were turned off. The classroom was dark and noisy.
Next week for the school basketball game, the sports committee members of the promoted class went to the sports team office for a meeting, and Zhao Tianqing's seat was vacant.
Jiang Huai turned on the flashlight with his mobile phone, looking like an ancient chiseling the wall to steal light, the hard-working generation of Confucianism is using the flashlight of his mobile phone to write homework according to today's homework paper.
He turned the pen, but five minutes later, the first multiple-choice question hadn't been answered yet.
On Zhao Tianqing's bare desk on the right was an extra book, with a pen folded on the cover of the book. Jiang Huai turned his head and walked over, Bo Jian just pulled away Zhao Tianqing's stool and sat down.
The corner of his lips twitched slightly: "Good view from the front row?"
Chairman Bo opened his eyes and said nonsense: "The light in the front row is good, I want to read a book."
Jiang Huai turned off the flashlight of the mobile phone: "It's not good now."
Bo Jian: "..."
Jiang Huai couldn't help laughing, and glanced at Chairman Bo's book... Hegel, "Phenomenology of Spirit". Chairman Bo's books are generally very profound, and the personas of outstanding contemporary students stand firm all the time. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "What book is this?"
Bo Jian tilted his head, leaned into Jiang Huai's ear, and whispered, "I just found an excuse to sit with you...don't expose me."
The pen in Jiang Huai's hand dropped with a "snap". He glanced at Bao Jian.
Bo Jian bit his ear with him, and asked softly, "But you said... what excuse do I have to make, so that you can stay away from other Alphas?"
Alphas are possessive and jealous creatures that can get out of control.
Alphas are born robbers.
Alphas don't like any Alphas around their Omega, any Alphas who are intimate with their Omega...even Betas.
Alpha will not want to rub against his Omega all the time, rub his Omega with the smell of his pheromones, let his Omega... have his dirty things everywhere.
This is a vile beast.
"I'm so sentimental," Bo Jian rubbed his hand against Jiang Huai's, and whispered, "If you say goodbye to Alpha, I think you don't like me anymore."
He continued: "If you go find another Alpha and ignore me, just like me a little more, okay?"
The author has something to say: Chairman: Seize the opportunity °v°●
The relationship between Lao Qin and Xiao Jiang is: Master's youth is over.