The first day of school was sunny and sunny.
Jiang Yao walked out of the dormitory building and bumped into the dean.
When the new classmates talked to him about Yin Che, he also took the science to other characters in the school that should not be messed with.
Dean Zhang Yinfeng is one of them.
Because of his surname Zhang and his domineering name, the students omitted two words and referred to Zhang as the leader.
He is in charge of the moral education department of the school and has four loyal student cadres under his command, collectively referred to as the four guardians.
Although Teacher Zhang is a little strict, he catches students who are late at the school gate and catch students who do not follow the school rules every day, but he has a good reputation among the students. will help.
A serious and responsible teacher, most of the students still respect. However, the four guardians under his hands, according to Zhang Ke's original words, are "dogs against people's power".
"Which class? The bangs are too long. It violates the school rules and has to be cut."
Master Zhang had just retreated from the school gate and caught a few late students. He was in a bad mood, and when he ran into a boy who seemed to be sloppy, he wanted to scold a few words.
Jiang Yao stood at attention and said respectfully: "Teacher, it seems that there is no such thing in the school rules?"
Before transferring to No. 1 Middle School, he read all the regulations on the official website of No. 1 Middle School, and made sure that there was no "allow bangs to be too long", otherwise he would not cut this hairstyle.
Teacher Zhang has never dared to talk back to his students. This time, when he encountered a questioning person, his face was not very good: "Are you sure? How do I remember this one."
Jiang Yao smiled: "Teacher, Article 25 of the school rules stipulates that boys' hair should not be over the neck. This should be what you remember?"
He gave a step, and then recited the school rules. The teacher Zhang's face improved a little: "Oh, yes, this is the one, okay, try to shorten it as much as possible, otherwise it will affect your eyesight. Hurry up to the class, and the morning reading will start immediately. already."
"Okay, goodbye teacher."
Jiang Yao walked unhurriedly to the classroom of Class 1 of Senior Two, five minutes before the start of morning reading.
His little carpenter with a saw knife in the middle of the night had arrived at the same table. Today, he changed into a white shirt in his school uniform. He looked as clean as his private clothes. He was no different from a group of youthful boys of the same age around him.
Jiang Yao sat on the seat, hung his schoolbag on the back of the chair, and took out the textbooks that he was going to use today according to the timetable written by the school committee on the blackboard.
The first class in the morning reading was all Chinese. I wonder how long this tablemate could sleep under Wu Guozhong's loud voice.
"That... Jiang Yao?" A thin voice came from beside him.
"Well, I am, what's wrong?"
Standing beside the desk was a boy who was not too tall, with a sweet appearance and big eyes.
"My name is Yang Yile, and I'm the math class representative of our class... You reported that day, it seems that you haven't handed in your homework..."
"Oh, I see, you wait." Jiang Yao flipped through his schoolbag for a while, found the math workbook, and handed it to him, "Is this?"
Yang Yile nodded and reached for his exercise book.
I took it, but I didn't take it away.
Yang Yile looked up in confusion.
Jiang Yao smiled: "Student Yang, are you an omega?"
Yang Yile blushed and replied in a low voice, "I..."
"boom!"
The person next to him smashed the table with his fist. Like venting anger, like warning.
The classroom was silent for a second, and then, as if used to it, they went their own way.
Yang Yile took the opportunity to take the exercise book from Jiang Yao's hand, whispered "then I'll tick off your name", and trot back to his seat.
Jiang Yao wanted to ask his new deskmate what was wrong with his brain, and he would make noises at every turn.
"What's the matter? Fighting cockroaches?"
Yin Che stared at him with black and white eyes: "Don't harass the omega."
"Harassment? I just asked him if he was."
"If he were an omega, what would you do?"
"What can I do, I'm an alpha, isn't it normal to strike up a conversation with an omega?"
"frivolous."
"..." Jiang Yao held his breath, holding his soldiers still, "Student Yin Che, have you always spoken like this?"
"How am I?"
"It's rude."
The two students in the front row didn't dare to move, and listened with bated breath.
After sitting in front of the school bully for a year, it was the first time I heard the school bully say so much.
This newcomer doesn't seem to be a fuel efficient lamp either. At least in Class 1 before, no one dared to attack the school bully like this.
Yin Che clenched his fists, Jiang Yao narrowed his eyes-although half blocked by glasses and bangs, it looked fine.
The battle is imminent.
"Good morning students!"
"… "
"… "
Wu Guozhong's sonorous voice stunned both of them, leaving only a buzzing reverberation in the original tense atmosphere.
Yin Che turned his head first, indicating a truce.
Jiang Yao was so happy that he found the language book and opened it.
Early reading followed the first lesson, for a full 70 minutes, Jiang Yao was able to understand why Wu Guozhong was nicknamed "Big Bell".
Isn't that volume like the banging of a big bell in a temple
He was too noisy to sit in the last row, and he wondered how the people in the first row had endured it for a year.
His sleepy deskmate couldn't bear it either. He didn't sleep in class until Wu Guozhong left the classroom. The textbooks spread out on the table were complete with notes and neat handwriting. Each paragraph of the text notes was written in accordance with Wu Guozhong's requirements.
Several students in the class were asking about a few notes that were missed in the class, but no one came to this corner, and no one noticed the textbook that was spread out and could be read casually.
Jiang Yao didn't want to stay any longer with his new deskmate, so he got up and walked to the front row of the classroom.
Omegas and betas are usually not as tall as alphas, and they tend to sit in the front seats of the classroom. For example, Chen Yingying and Yang Yile from Class 1 are both petite. It is rare for betas like Yin Che to sit in the back row at about 1.8 meters. .
When Jiang Yao walked over, Zhang Ke was chatting with Chen Yingying about new gossip.
"Really! Why am I lying to you?" Zhang Ke Yuguang noticed that someone was approaching, and raised his head, "Hey, Jiang Yao?"
He has always been familiar with him, and he called out his full name casually.
Jiang Yao smiled: "What are you talking about? Can I listen?"
Zhang could see that he smiled kindly and felt good in his heart. Although the gap between this new alpha classmate and the imagination is a bit big, after all, they came to talk to them on purpose. They should be trying to integrate into the new class quickly, so they greeted warmly: "Yes, yes! Come on, come closer."
Jiang Yao found an empty seat, right next to Yang Yile: "Sorry, take your seat at the same table."
Yang Yile shyly shook his head, didn't say anything, and continued to do the math problems.
Zhang Ke went on to chat: "We are saying that the school grass has changed to a new target. She must not believe the monitor. I said monitor, you should also recognize the reality. If you can't catch up with others, there is no future for sibling love!"
Chen Yingying refused to accept: "Why is there no future? According to the speed at which he is changing objects, it will not be my turn right away?"
"Tsk tsk, then think about it, at the speed at which he changes objects, even if it's your turn, won't you change someone else immediately?"
"Maybe after he interacted with me, he was determined to identify with me?"
"Is it possible? What do you do? Do you swear by you, or do you rely on you to be a man?"
"Zhang Ke..." Chen Yingying clenched her fists, "I'm tired of living, right?"
Han Meng happened to pass by and saved Zhang Ke's life in time: "Hey, monitor, how can you be rough with your classmates? Be careful that we won't vote for you next time you choose the class committee."
Chen Yingying: "Whoever dares not to vote, I will come to ask for their lives."
These few people are noisy when they get together, it's not that enemies don't get together. Jiang Yao casually asked Yang Yile beside him: "Who is the school grass? Is he handsome?"
When Yang Yile heard his question, her face turned red again for some reason, and it was red to the base of her ears: "Well... very handsome..."
Jiang Yao saw something and asked in a low voice, "You like him too?"
Yang Yile should be the kind of innocent little boy who has no scheming. Everything in his heart is reflected on his face, his head is almost buried in the exercise book, and he nods indistinctly.
Gee.
There are only two good-looking omegas in the class, and they all have a crush, but they are the same.
It's not good to be a teacher...
At the end of the last get out of class in the morning, the boys rushed out of the classroom like mad dogs and went straight to the cafeteria.
Jiang Yao walked slowly to the cafeteria, and when he saw the long queue, he remembered that no one was serving him now.
In the past at No. 8 Middle School, Zhao Cheng and others were always the first to rush to the cafeteria, knowing what he liked to eat, and they all helped him prepare and occupy a good position. When he got to the cafeteria, he could just sit down and eat.
Oh, there are also some homemade desserts sent by omega, Zhao Cheng will also help to accept them and hand them over to him.
Although he doesn't like sweets at all.
Jiang Yao chose a window with a relatively short team, and waited for nearly a quarter of an hour before it was his turn. Several hot-selling dishes have been sold out long ago, leaving only some bland vegetarian dishes and meat dishes that don't look very good. The auntie in the cafeteria tapped the iron spoon and asked him impatiently what he wanted to say. Jiang Yao didn't seem to have anything to eat, so he just ordered fried vegetables, steamed eggs and braised pork.
A total of ten yuan, a bowl of free soup. There is a layer of oil flowers floating in the bowl, and it seems that there is no appetite.
At the peak of the cafeteria, Jiang Yao searched for a while with his plate, and finally found an empty table for two in the corner. When he got closer, he saw that he was sitting at the same table opposite to the empty seat.
No wonder the other students with their plates passed by without looking at them.
Jiang Yao walked over, put down the plate, and sat calmly.
Yin Che, who was drinking soup, raised his head and frowned, "Why are you sitting here?"
Jiang Yao picked up his chopsticks and took the dishes slowly, taking his breath away.
"I'm asking you something."
Jiang Yao still ignored it.
"Hey!"
"Snapped!"
Jiang Yao threw his chopsticks: "This guy wrote your name? I can't sit?"
The tiger didn't show his power, and the cubs almost rode on his head.
Yin Che's shoulders shook slightly, and he seemed to be frightened by him, but it was only for a moment: "...What are you fierce?"
Is this called murder
"I can't compare to someone who kicked chairs and smashed tables."
"That's because you harass others first."
Jiang Yao raised a finger: "The first time, I didn't know about it, and I apologized to you. The second time, Yang Yile didn't think I was harassing him, why do you say I was harassing my classmates? Now, I'll find a seat After dinner, you questioned me again, what did I do wrong?"
Jiang Yao finished listing them one by one and said, "If you have any opinions on me, go and tell the teacher and replace me. I'm very happy."
In fact, his temper was not much better. He probably inherited half of his father's irritable genes, and he was impatient. Even chasing an omega is usually a three-minute fever, not to mention tolerating a beta that knows nothing about it.
Yin Che looked like a spoiled young master. No one dared to teach him a lesson, so he would teach him a lesson.
The cafeteria was noisy, and their table was a little far away from other seats. No one noticed that the smell of gunpowder was getting stronger at their table. Occasionally, a few people passing by quickly slipped away.
Yin Che was silent for a moment, then suddenly stood up and picked up his plate with many dishes left.
"I didn't question you." His voice was muffled, "No one sits across from me normally, I... forget it."
He took the plate and left without looking back.
Jiang Yao followed his back and looked over, and saw that he had walked to the place where the leftovers were dumped, dumped all the unfinished meals, and strode away.
His school uniform is a little wider, and his back is even thinner.
The surrounding students noticed him approaching, and they all consciously gave way to the side, as if avoiding the god of plague.