The pheromone of school grass is poisonous

In the blink of an eye, it was the beginning of September, and Hengzhong officially started school.

This middle school is one of the city's key schools in Haicheng, with strong teachers and a rigorous style of study.

On the first day of school, teachers from the Academic Affairs Office came and went in a hurry with documents.

A male teacher sitting at the door of the office looked at the list in his hand, and patted the desk opposite: "Old Ge, not bad, the first grade still fell to your senior class two and three, so happy that you fainted." Alright."

In his middle age, Lao Ge has always implemented a gentle policy towards students, believing that "there are no bad students, only bad teachers".

Hearing this, he chuckled: "That kid Xiao Yi is not bad, he is top-notch in everything, he is a good seed."

A female teacher next door slid a chair and came up: "Ms. Ge, is there a student in your class who transferred from Huaiyang?"

Lao Ge: "Yes, that child's name is Zhou Yan."

The female teacher said: "I heard that she is a rich second generation, and turned around and spent a lot of money at home."

The male teacher opposite Lao Ge sighed: "Oh, the students nowadays are spoiled and spoiled, and they are not so easy to discipline. Last semester, our class caught two couples who fell in love with each other early, so we dare not directly point it out, for fear of hurting the children's self-esteem."

Lao Ge didn't join the topic, but looked at Zhou Yan's name on the list and frowned.

It seems that there are other inside stories about this child's transfer, but he was suppressed by the school in Huaiyang, so he still has to talk to this child if he has the chance.

Zhou Yangang knew his class, but he didn't know that he had been targeted by the class teacher.

When he stepped into Hengzhong, he basically didn't bring anything other than his mobile phone.

Class [-]'s classroom is on the second floor.

He swayed all the way, but before he reached the door, he heard hurried footsteps behind him.

"The one in front, stop for me!"

Zhou Yan didn't care and continued walking.

"I told you to stop, didn't you hear? The one with the dyed hair, the yellow one, told you to stop, did you hear?!"

Zhou Yan finally realized from the sight of the people passing by that the people behind him were calling him.

He stopped unexpectedly and turned around.

A bald fat man followed up behind him, grabbed his arm and asked fiercely, "What class do you work in?"

Zhou Yan: "Class Three."

The fat man ignored him, pointed to his hair and said, "Last semester, you were ordered repeatedly not to engage in these messy things. Are you openly provoking and ignoring the school's words? Do you think your yellow hair is shining in the crowd?" Bar?"

Zhou Yan raised his eyebrows. The word "huangmao" was a bit harsh, and he said, "This is gold."

Fatty: "..."

Zhou Yan: "Also, my hair color is natural. My grandmother is a native British. She is a very beautiful blonde Omega. Do I need a photo to prove it?"

The fat man looked at him suspiciously.

At this moment, a group of people came up from the other end of the corridor, and someone said from a distance of several meters: "Hey, Director, you are checking the post again."

The fat man glared over: "It's you again, didn't you write enough in the review last semester?"

"How can it be? We're not afraid of your hard work."

Zhou Yan looked at the few foolish people walking behind him, who were not strangers.After all, last night, he was blinded to sleep in the room, and these people were still in the living room outside to catch up on their homework all night.

The potential of the scumbags is fully exposed.

Speaking of that, this scene is also quite miraculous. If someone told Zhou Yan that less than a month after he was driven out by his father, he would stay in the same room with a group of people he didn't know before, no matter how noisy outside, he would Thunderbolt fell asleep at ten o'clock.

He didn't even believe it himself.

However, he is still a little self-conscious. He is different from Zhao Xu and the others who have been around Xiao Yi for a long time. He is at most a foreign sojourner, and he has just met this group of people by chance.

Brothers who have fought together and made gangsters are naturally polite to their "friends" who live in the old house. As for how sincere they are, that's another matter.

Zhou Yan didn't care either.

When those people approached, Zhou Yan also saw Xiao Yi walking at the back with his trouser pockets in his pockets.

The fat director also saw it, and the serious expression on his face just now eased a lot, and said: "School is starting, one or two will let me settle down, and don't cause trouble everywhere."

"No, no, don't worry, Director."

With such an interruption, the director didn't pay attention to Zhou Yan, and walked away with his hands behind his back after saying a few words.

Zhao Xu and Zhou Yan are relatively familiar.

Going up to the railing next to him, he said with a smile, "You are being followed by braised eggs when you first entered the school. You are very lucky."

"It's okay." Zhou Yan was perfunctory, looked at the director's back and said, "But the nickname Braised Dan suits him well."

Someone nearby laughed: "Yingnian's baldness is a pain in his life, so we dare to call it that behind our backs."

At this time Xiao Yi came over.

He stood still in front of Zhou Yan and asked, "Have you gone to see it? What class are you in?"

"Class three."

Xiao Yi laughed: "That's a coincidence."

Zhou Yan: "Are you there?"

"Ah."

Not only Xiao Yi was there, but even Zhao Xu was there.

Zhao Xu lay on the railing and suddenly turned his head to ask Zhou Yan: "By the way, is your hair really natural?"

"of course not."

Zhao Xu: "..." Then you fucking said it in such a way that it seemed true.

The bell rang.

It was said to be in the second grade of high school, but in fact, many of the current class three were old classmates from the first year of high school. Zhao Xu and his group were able to mix well, and they started jumping up and down within 2 minutes of entering the classroom.

Looking at it this way, Xiao Yi is too quiet, even very cold.

Zhou Yan stood on the edge of the podium, his eyes met Xiao Yi who was sitting in the last row, and he really wanted to ask him why this head teacher was so long-winded and insisted on asking someone to introduce himself.

Zhou Yan ignored the more than 40 pairs of eyes under the podium, and said casually: "Zhou Yan, seventeen, height 178, weight 60, no interest, no specialty."

It's a very straight man's introduction, but it still makes many girls below red-eyed.

Zhou Yan is already used to it. In the past, many people thought he was a Beta. Even now, he doesn't intend to reveal the fact that he is an Omega.

That would make him feel like a bitch.

After all, Hengzhong has a very complete protection mechanism for Omega, basically all of them are registered in the register, and there are also various emergency plans for estrus.

He has been here for 17 years, so what's the difference now?

Lao Ge finally let him go, pointed to the empty seat across the aisle from Xiao Yi and said, "Sit there."

As Zhou Yan walked towards his seat, he noticed that someone sitting by the door was holding a pen in his hand, knocking on the table one after another, and looked at him in a lazy posture.

Inexplicably shaking his feet.

Zhou Yan cursed secretly, will someone lose a piece of meat if they look at it?

A guilty conscience, day!

I originally thought that there would be nothing wrong on the first day of school, but Hengzhong is different. The teachers who came in would just open the textbook and start talking, wishing to occupy all 10 minutes after class.

The teachers in Hengzhong are all werewolves, Zhou Yan felt that he needed time to adapt.

As for how long, it depends entirely on the mood.

He has been playing with his mobile phone since the first class, his location is hidden, and it is basically difficult to be seen with a book in front of him.

The game was reaching a critical stage, but the table in front of him was knocked.

He looked up and found that it was the classmate at the front desk reminding himself that he was in the stands.

Seeing him looking up, the female math teacher fixed her eyes like radar on her body hidden behind the glasses, and said calmly, "This student looks like a stranger, why don't you just ask you to answer this question."

Zhou Yan looked at the blackboard writing on the entire blackboard, and all the numbers and symbols looked no different from ghost symbols to him, so he asked sincerely: "Where is the problem?"

There was a faint voice of restrained laughter from around, and the female teacher knocked somewhere on the right side of the blackboard.

He looked at it, saw that it was a fill-in-the-blank question, and said, "The answer is 0."

Anyway, according to the conclusions drawn from previous exams, the first two questions of the fill-in-the-blank questions are either 1 or 0, and the probability of getting it right is quite high.

I couldn't help knocking on the front desk of his desk just now. With a smile, I turned back and knocked on the book he had spread out, saying, "Dude, look at the question. This is a multiple-choice question. Don't say zero in ABCD, zero and five are both." No."

How did he know that the teacher only copied the stems of the questions.

He lowered his head and glanced at the book, calmly said, "Oh, I choose C."

The whole class burst into laughter.

The female teacher obviously couldn't stand it any longer, she gave him a blank look and said, "Sit down, choose A for this question. And I remind some students, don't bring your mobile phone to class. There will be a test next week. Listen to me carefully."

Don't say that Zhou Yan doesn't know this question. The teacher should know that he doesn't even know how to do it in the first year of high school. I don't know if he will be pissed off.

He picked up the phone again, the game character was dead, because he was leading the flight before, no one scolded him now, instead, someone grabbed a rookie in the team and yelled at him, saying all kinds of nasty things.

Zhou Yan frowned and replied: "Don't come out after eating shit, get out."

Then quit the game.

The phone vibrated, and a message came in.

Seeing that the sender was Shu Hang, he frowned and deleted it without even opening it.

The mood is bad.

At the school gate at noon, a low-key Volkswagen Phaeton stopped at the school gate of Hengzhong.The students who came in and out saw the rumored rich second-generation handsome guy newly transferred from the school, standing beside the car and talking to the people in the car.

Seeing the person inside handing out a card, everyone thought to themselves, it really is a rich man.

And Zhou Yan just looked at the people in the car with cold eyes, and had no intention of reaching out.

The middle-aged man frowned when he didn't answer, and said, "You still want to be stubborn with me? You haven't had enough suffering after running away from home for a month, have you? Take the card and go home for dinner on weekends."

Zhou Yan: "How can I remember that you said you told me to get out and never go back?"

"you……"

The driver, Lao Ma, has worked for Zhou Chaoyang for more than ten years, and he has watched Zhou Yan grow up. He quickly persuaded him: "Xiao Yan, don't get angry with your father. There is no real enemy between father and son. Your father is also worried about you. came."

Zhou Chaoyang looked at Zhou Yan and stared: "Don't act like the whole world owes you for a day. Your brother said to send you a message, why didn't you reply?"

Zhou Yan sneered: "Why should I go back?"

Zhou Chaoyang was very angry, "I know you don't like Shu Hang, but you don't even have the basic manners to be a human being, so all the books I sent you are for nothing?"

Shu Hang is good in everything in his father's eyes, he is many times better than his disobedient own son.And every little thing will reach his father's ears, and it will be deliberately magnified.

Zhou Yan realized that he really didn't know Shu Hang very well.

I can't help but feel a chill down my spine.

Perhaps Zhou Chaoyang thought that it would be a big shame for him to come over in person, give him money, and ask him to go back.But Zhou Yan would rather not have that card. Even if he sent him to school like an ordinary father and bought him a bunch of cheap daily necessities that he might not even use, he would be happier than now.

In Zhou Chaoyang's world, work always comes first, and he is used to it.

But it is inevitable that I still feel sad.

Zhou Yan had an inexplicable headache at the moment, his head was dizzy, and he faced Zhou Chaoyang face to face, and finally said: "Dad, I don't want to quarrel with you today, but if you want me to live in peace with Shu Hang, I can only tell you to do it." not."

Zhou Zhaoyang's expression finally softened because of the sound of "Dad".

Finally frowned and said: "The money will hit you, don't let me know that you are causing trouble at school again."

After leaving this sentence, the car window closed in front of Zhou Yan, and then left.

Zhou Yan walked back with his eyes downcast, and within 50 meters of walking, he bumped into someone with his shoulder.

"Sorry." He said casually.

Someone grabbed his arm, frowned and looked at the tired and reddened look in the corner of his eyes and asked, "What's wrong?"