This may be the most silent meal in the world.
In the four-seater sofa seat, Wei Rong and his dog-headed military advisor sat on the other side of the table, and Xiao Yiheng and Yan Jing sat on the side of the table.
Yan Jing had been bullied by Wei Rong before, but when he saw him now, his legs trembled and his eyes went straight. He didn't know the taste, and the hot fried chicken just out of the oven completely lost its charm.
Xiao Yiheng was extremely calm, as if he could not feel the stagnant air on the table at all. He calmly picked up a piece of fried chicken wing and dipped it in ketchup.
Xiao Yiheng's fingers are white and slender, with distinct joints. Such beautiful hands pick up oily fried chicken with contrasting colors.
He brought the fried chicken to his mouth and took a light bite. The fragrant meringue broke open, the tender chicken overflowed with fat, and the taste buds were instantly filled with the aroma of fried food.
He ate slowly and elegantly. Against his background, the three other people at the same table devoured all the slag on the table, which made him look very unworthy.
The irritable Wei Rong turned on the microphone again: "Damn, who is it? It's just fried chicken. Do you have to be so elegant? Would you like me to set up a slow-motion camera for you next to you and shoot a commercial for you?"
Xiao Yiheng looked up at him: "Should I thank you for your high evaluation of me?"
Wei Rong: "… "
Xiao Yiheng didn't have much interest in this kind of fried food, so he stopped after eating a piece of it.
Since childhood, Xiao Yiheng was under the control of his parents' high-pressure policy. Children love to eat snacks, but his parents said that snacks are products of chemical synthesis, which are unhealthy and affect the body. So, when other children were eating potato chips, chocolate, and street food, he could only walk over with a small schoolbag on his back.
No one else can believe it. He didn't eat jelly once until he was in junior high school, because his mother saw the social news of children choking on jelly, so he forbade him to touch such things. The first time he ate jelly was given by his junior high school classmates. He didn't even know how to tear open the outer packaging of the jelly.
Because he had too little contact with snacks when he was a child, he had little interest in all kinds of food when he grew up. As long as he could ensure the nutrients necessary for survival, he was not so picky about the things he imported.
Although Xiao Yiheng finished eating, he did not leave, but took out a math workbook and spread it out to read.
As soon as the nerd Yan Jing saw him take out the exercise book, he immediately forgot about the nervousness of eating at the same table with the thugs, pushed his glasses with the back of his hand, and leaned over with his studious eyes.
Xiao Yiheng didn't take the pen, Yan Jing didn't take the paper, the two just "see" the question with their eyes.
The two watched silently for a while.
Wei Rong whispered to the dog-head military division: "What are they doing?"
The dog-head military division also replied in a low voice: "Brother, my hen."
At this moment, Xiao Yiheng spoke.
I just heard Xiao Yiheng say: "Yan Jing, are you done? I'm going to turn the page."
Yan Jing replied shyly, "Senior brother, I just finished the penultimate step, and I got stuck in one step."
Xiao Yiheng asked him which steps to take
Yan Jing said, "It's the step of ERT#$^$UWERF."
Xiao Yiheng said: "It's very simple. You can change the solution. You use SDRG#R% to derive the derivation, and then use the BER%TY$^& formula to calculate #￥%ERG, and finally you can draw a conclusion."
After listening to Yan Jing, he stared at the exercise book for a while, and said in surprise: "Oh~ I really solved it!!"
Wei Rong: "… " with a confused look on his face.jpg
Dog-headed military division: "..." Both faces are stunned.jpg
Could this be the scholar of Huacheng No. 1 Middle School? Can you stare at the correct answer just by staring at it without writing
The fried chicken in Wei Rong's hands was no longer fragrant.
Wei Rong eats slower and slower, but Xiao Yiheng and Yan Jing "see" the questions faster and faster.
After "reading" the exercise book for a unit, Yan Jing finished his dinner.
Yan Jing said cheerfully, "Thank you, brother! Today I ate something and did a new math problem. I really had a fulfilling meal!"
Wei Rong muttered: "... I really spent a meal that I couldn't eat."
Xiao Yiheng looked over: "what did you say?"
Wei Rong: "… "
Wei Rong snorted: "I said, you are really a university tyrant. When you come to the fried chicken shop, you don't forget to do math problems, and you also discuss with the juniors 'there are several steps to take the derivative of a function'."
Xiao Yiheng raised his eyebrows: "Why don't you do math problems? How many steps does it take to interrupt your other leg?"
Wei Rong is about to take a stand.
The dog-head military sergeant quickly hugged him and cried out, "Big brother, big brother, calm down, calm down! Think we only have 1.41!"
Wei Rong, who was 0.75, looked at the broken leg, and could only grit his teeth and sit back in the wheelchair.
Wei Rong: "Hmph, you did such a good job, then I'll test you a question."
Xiao Yiheng wanted to ask "why should I give you a question", but when the words came to his mouth, he asked, "what question?"
Wei Rong asked, "What's Li Cheng's phone number?"
Xiao Yiheng: "..."
Yan Jing: "...Is this a serious question?"
Wei Rong rolled his eyes: "If this is not a serious question, then 'What is Wei Rong's Q and Q numbers?'
Sad to say, Wei Rong has been chasing Li Cheng for so long, but he didn't even get into the "laying column".
Xiao Yiheng frowned: "Why do you think I have Li Cheng's contact information?"
He and Li Cheng had only met twice in total, and the two sides had a bad impression of each other - Li Cheng felt that the surnamed Xiao was pretentious and pretended to be polite, and Xiao Yiheng felt that the little overlord liked to show his temper.
How could he leave Li Cheng's phone number, what to do, ask him out to study how many colors of hair can be
Wei Rong glared at the table again: "Who is that!" He still doesn't know Xiao Yiheng's name, "You don't have to be cheap, but you are still a good guy. Go to the road and ask, who is my brother Rong? You go again. Find out who Li Cheng is? A handsome young man like Li Cheng must be matched with a peerless fierce A like me, don't think that you can seduce Li Cheng for a while with a little white face, and you can seduce him for a lifetime!"
Xiao Yiheng was silent.
He felt that the language logic of this peerless fierce A was more difficult to understand than mathematical problems.
The timid Yan Jing saw Wei Rong's sudden rage, and immediately formed himself into a ball and quietly shrank under the table. He is very self-aware of himself, and he can't be swept away by the tail of the typhoon.
But Wei Rong refused to let him go.
Wei Rong pointed at Yan Jing, and continued to shoot at Xiao Yiheng: "You obviously already have Li Cheng, why do you still have to drag other little O's and come to the fried chicken shop for a date?"
Xiao Yiheng had never heard such a ridiculous accusation.
What is "he already has Li Cheng"
He is him, Li Cheng is Li Cheng, it never matters.
"I don't care if your brain, which is not as big as an almond, can still understand human words after you degenerate from human to gorilla, but you can hear me clearly—" Xiao Yiheng raised his eyes slightly, his eyes were cold, and his voice dropped. To the freezing point, "—First of all, Li Cheng and I are not the relationship you think; secondly, even if Li Cheng and I are the relationship you think, it doesn't mean that I can't discuss study issues with other students."
Wei Rong roared: "So do you think it's right for you to carry Li Cheng with other people?!!"
Xiao Yiheng: "..."
How can there be such a person? Listening to other people's words, only understand the second half of the sentence? Is he really talking to the orangutan
Xiao Yiheng didn't want to talk to him any more. He was afraid that if he talked too much, he would be infected with the mental retardation virus by this peerless fierce A.
He ignored Wei Rong's clamor, picked up his schoolbag with one hand, and Yan Jing's collar with the other, dragged his junior brother and left without looking back.
Wei Rong shouted at his back: "You ran away now, are you admitting that you are a thief?!"
The dog-headed military sergeant stretched out a finger and stabbed Wei Rong.
Wei Rong said impatiently: "What are you doing? Don't affect my rhythm!"
The dog-headed sergeant's finger turned around and pointed behind them.
Wei Rong turned back.
I saw Brother Hu standing behind his wheelchair with a gloomy face.
Wei Rong: "… "
Brother Hu looked at him condescendingly like that, suddenly stretched out his palm as big as a fan, and landed on his shoulder with a snap.
"This customer," Brother Hu said, "in this store, your mouth can only have one function, and that is to eat chicken quietly. If you don't know how to eat chicken, I can feed you."
Wei Rong: "... No, no need."
He is just an ordinary 0.75. Brother Hu feeds him chicken. What kind of chicken is he eating
Brother Hu: "Is there really no need?"
Wei Rong said in a hurry: "...No need, I, I'm full."
Brother Hu: "Then let's settle the bill."
Wei Rong hurriedly winked at the dog-head military advisor, who quickly took out his wallet.
Brother Hu reported a number.
The dog-head military division pointed out: "This money is not right, we don't order so many things."
Brother Hu raised his chin and pointed to the leftovers on the other side of their table.
The fire that Wei Rong had just extinguished was about to explode again: "What? We should pay for what those two people ate?!!"
Brother Hu frowned: "You don't want to?"
Wei Rong: "… "
Wei Rong: "Damn, I will."
…
On the other side, Xiao Yiheng took Yan Jing by the collar and dragged him directly out of the snack street.
Yan Jing scratched his head, feeling embarrassed: "I'm sorry, senior brother, I originally wanted to choose a good restaurant to treat guests, but I didn't expect to cause you trouble."
Xiao Yiheng said lightly, "It doesn't matter."
After leaving the noisy snack street, Xiao Yiheng got rid of the anxiety in his heart and returned to his usual cold appearance.
Yan Jing followed behind him, scratching his head eagerly, wanting to say something.
"Senior Brother Xiao, that, I want to tell you something." Yan Jing said.
"What?" Xiao Yiheng asked.
Yan Jing pushed up his glasses: "Just now in the store, the red-haired man said, it's not right for you to carry classmate Li Cheng on your back, and it's not right for you to tug at other little Os—that is, me. I want to say that he The statement is wrong."
Xiao Yiheng thought with relief that he was right about this junior. Sure enough, the brain of a scholar is stronger than that of a gangster.
He was about to say something, but Yan Jing spoke before him: "I want to clarify, I'm not an omega, I'm an alpha!"
Xiao Yiheng: "...?"
Yan Jing smiled shyly: "I know I don't look like it. But I'm not in good health. I got pheromone disorder just after differentiation, and the level of alpha hormone is very low, but I went to the hospital to test many times. It's always been blue."
ABO is the second gender of human beings. As early as decades ago, the medical community has developed "ABO test strips".
ABO test strips take inspiration from PH test strips. Children after differentiation can immediately know their second gender as long as they drop a drop of blood on the test strips.
Red means Omega, blue means Alpha, and no color means beta. The darker the color on the test strip, the higher the level of pheromones in the body, the more likely it is to influence others, and the more easily influenced by others.
Like Yan Jing, his test result was a faint light blue, but no matter how light it was, it was still blue.
Xiao Yiheng didn't know what to say in this situation.
Um... should he say congratulations
Yan Jing pushed up his glasses and said in a cadence: "Of course, I know, Brother Xiao, when you heard this, you must say: 'You are A or O, what does it have to do with me?' But I think this misunderstanding must be To clarify, because I don't want to be a stumbling block to your happy life and affect the sincere and sweet relationship between you and Li Cheng!"
Xiao Yiheng: "..."
Who said that the brain of a scholar is better than that of a gangster
Xiao Yiheng really didn't understand why everyone wanted to get him and Li Cheng together
He never thought about who he would spend the rest of his life with. It is possible to choose a beta that is pleasant at home, and it is possible to choose an alpha that is helpful to one's career like parents, but it is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible, it is an omega like Li Cheng.
Li Cheng has a hard fist, has a bad temper, and always raises the bar when he speaks... This is not the type Xiao Yiheng would choose at all.
Thinking of the lawless blond boy in his memory, Xiao Yiheng couldn't help rubbing his forehead: "I'll make one last statement - an omega as wild as Li Cheng, I'm not interested at all."
No one thought that just as his voice fell, the wildest omega voice in the Hwaseong area came from behind him.
- "Xiao Yiheng, don't worry, I have no interest or interest in you either!!"