The rival's pheromone is super sweet

"Brother Yang, I didn't expect the monitor of class [-] to be so ruthless. He just tore up the information form that the class teacher wanted to collect, and even threw it in the trash can. He's so fucking awesome!"

Shen Xing scolded Xing's head, and slapped the horizontal bar angrily, causing his palms to hurt: "Hiss, it seems that I hit a bone... But isn't that survey form handy? When your head teacher asks, what can you do? "

Shen Xing was at the same table as Jiang Yang's original class. Both of them were top-notch scumbags. They hit it off right away. They fought landlords on their mobile phones every day in class and went to the penalty stand together. During the quiz, they copied each other's wrong answers and failed together.

It's just that when arts and sciences were divided into subjects, Shen Xing studied literature and stayed in the original class.

Jiang raised his head and learned the truth.

Shen Xing deeply suspected that he was a shy M.

"What else can I do," Jiang Yang said with a blade of grass in his mouth, "Just say that the class monitor bullied his classmates and wouldn't let me hand in the form."

"Can this work? Brother Yang, you are a well-known school... Cough, what the monitor says must convince the head teacher better than a new classmate, right?"

It seems to make sense.

Jiang Yang slapped Shen Xing on the head: "You know what, if I say it works, it will work."

Shen Xing rubbed his head, feeling that his head shared the pain, and his palms didn't hurt so much: "Brother Yang, I'm really going to be tough, don't you want to print another copy?"

"No, even if you want to print, he will personally print for me," Jiang Yang spat out the blade of grass, propped up with one arm, turned over, and sat on the horizontal bar easily, "Even if I were his son, I would not print by myself." of."

Shen Xing always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure it out for a while, but he knew that as long as he agreed, he would not be beaten anyway, so he gave a thumbs up: "Brother Yang is awesome."

"Squad leader, why is there a copy of the questionnaire missing, did someone not hand it in?"

Before the first class in the afternoon, Qin Bing changed his sneakers and disappeared from his iconic footsteps. He suddenly appeared at the door of the class without a sound, scaring the students at the door to choke on a big mouthful of Coke and sprayed it all over the table.

Xiao Yi immediately put down his pen, stood up, and said in a respectful tone, "Report to the teacher, Jiang Yang didn't hand it in."

Normally, even a thunderbolt could not stop Xiao Yi from doing the questions, let alone replying to Qin Bing, and besides answering questions in class, Xiao Yi would never stand up to reply to Qin Bing.

Qin Bing was flattered: "Why didn't he hand it in?"

"He tore it."

"...Tear it up, and then what?"

"threw."

Qin Bing felt that his face might be a little distorted.

"Jiang Yang!"

There was a roar from the door of the classroom.

Jiang Yang was wearing headphones, listening to disco, and was about to take a nap while rocking, when he heard someone shouting his name, he jumped up.

Qin Bing glared at Jiang Yang: "Why did you throw the questionnaire?"

Jiang Yang has not recovered from the disco: "No, because it was torn."

"Why did you tear it up?"

"I..." Jiang Yang suddenly realized something, "What a mess, I didn't tear it up or throw it away!"

"Who threw that?"

"The squad leader threw it, the squad leader targeted me and didn't want me to hand in the form, so..."

"It's still aimed at you, and I don't want you to hand it in." Qin Bing's anger had already risen to his dantian and was about to explode. After hearing Jiang Yang's answer, his anger turned around and he was laughed out of anger, "Squad leader Is it okay to be idle, enough to tear up your questionnaire and throw it away for fun?"

Jiang Yang thought for a while, there was nothing wrong with what he said, and then nodded: "That's right."

"I'm too lazy to listen to your nonsense, hurry up and reprint a copy for me after class, monitor, help me fill it out carefully, and hand it to my office before three o'clock."

After speaking, he slammed the door and left.

Xiao Yi snorted coldly, sat back in his seat calmly, continued to study the questions in a good mood.

Some wars are over before they start.

After Jiang Yang sat down, he was a little irritable, turned on his phone, and sent a message to the person whose note was "kidney failure".

[Jiang Yang]: Help me go to the photocopying agency after class and get an information questionnaire.

[kidney failure]:?

Jiang Yang thought about it, and felt that finding someone to do things would not allow them to spend money, so he sent another one yuan red envelope.

[kidney failure]:?

[Jiang Yang]: I'm sick, is the question mark spirit possessed?

[Kidney is not working]: No, Brother Yang, don’t you print it yourself?What's going on, Brother Yang, you... want to recognize him as your father?

[Jiang Yang]: I said I couldn't print it myself, and I didn't say I couldn't let you print it for me. Don't talk nonsense, just charge me money.

[Kidney can't work]: I'm stupid, Brother Yang is generous, you can print a survey form for 100 yuan, and the copy fee seems to be only [-] cents per sheet, right?

[Jiang Yang]:?

The nine-year compulsory education told him that as a man, as an Alpha who is about to stand at the top of the food chain, even if he is really blind, misreads the decimal point, and regards 100 as 1.00, he must not admit defeat.

[Jiang Yang]: The rest will be your errand fee, can't you?has a problem?

[Kidney failure]: No problem, guarantee to complete the task.

Finally, in order to express my excitement and gratitude, I added another sentence.

[Kidney failure]: Dad.

After the first class in the afternoon, Xiao Yi came to the back of the classroom, only to see Jiang Yang was sleeping, the part lying on the table was covered by the school uniform, it looked like a pile of unclaimed baggage from a distance.

Xiao Yi rolled up the English book on the table into a tube, held it in his hand, and knocked hard.

"Fuck me, I'm not a wooden fish!" Jiang Yang lifted his clothes and stood up.

Xiao Yi put the English book back on the table, and pushed the glasses with the second knuckle of his index finger: "Go to print."

The fingers are slender, the joints are distinct, the skin is fair, and the nails are clean.

Jiang Yang looked at that hand, dazed for a moment.

"I won't bother you, old man, for such a trivial matter." Jiang Yang crossed his hands behind his head, leaned back, and raised the two front legs of the stool, "I'm very popular, and someone will print it in a while send over."

Xiao Yi looked at Jiang Yang for a while, and the toe of his shoe moved slightly, pushing Jiang Yang's back leg of the stool a little forward, and he lost his center of gravity even with the stool.

Bang, the stool overturned.

Xiao Yi picked him up like a chicken.

Jiang Yang pushed Xiao Yi away with his hands, and suddenly smelled a little lime mint.

The smell is light and light, and dissipates in an instant.

But it smells damn good.

However, in the next moment, the thought of wanting to smell it again was washed away by anger.

"What kind of skill is it to lift people's stools, if you have the ability to fight?"

Xiao Yi looked at him: "If you really want to, I'd be happy to accompany you."

Jiang Yang rolled his eyes, a flattering smile appeared on his face, and he put his arm on Xiao Yi's shoulder: "Dude, don't you want to take me to print the watch, let's go without delay."

The two went out through the back door with their arms around each other, and their relationship was as good as Haier brothers.

The students who originally wanted to watch the Great War of the Century were stunned, thinking that this was a fight between big bosses, and as expected, ordinary people could not see the mystery of it.

The photocopying agency was built next to the cafeteria, half a playground away from the teaching building where Class [-] and [-] of the senior high school were located, and there was a small forest outside the back wall.

But there is monitoring.

As Godzilla's favorite disciplinary committee member, Xiao Yi knew the location and coverage of the school's surveillance like the back of his hand, but Jiang Yang didn't know anything, and thought he had picked a place suitable for fighting.

"Godzilla" is the nickname of the dean. The dean's surname is Ge. He is middle-aged and bald. Hearing the news, he was frightened, hence the name.

Jiang Yang carefully folded the questionnaire that had just been printed, and put it aside to avoid it being affected, then he walked up to Xiao Yi, turned his shoulders, pressed his fingers, and twisted his neck, as if he was going to do something big Posture: "I said, it's been so long since the past, and you just hold grudges like this?"

"Whoever finds fault first is a fool."

"...Where did I find fault? Didn't I just play around with you and want to say hello in a special way?" Jiang Yang himself didn't believe the excuses he made in order to dump the title of idiot on the other party.

Xiao Yi didn't refute, but just looked at him quietly.

Long time no see, I have grown taller, my figure has become much stronger, the part of my skin that is exposed to the air has a healthy tan color, my hairstyle hasn’t changed much, my hair is still limp, I still wear black earrings, and my eyes are still the same So provocative, the smile on the corner of his mouth is still so unbearable.

It seems that a lot has changed, but it seems that not much has changed.

"Why don't you talk anymore?" Jiang Yang made a bold guess, and was suddenly surprised and happy, "Do you think what I said makes sense?"

"...I don't want to talk to idiots."

"It's okay if you don't want to talk, just hit it," Jiang Yang rolled up his sleeves, "Is it still the old rule?"

"Here comes the principal."

"!!"

The principal himself is not a threat to Jiang Yang, but the principal has a special skill, which is to call his father to complain.

After each complaint, although Jiang Yang will not be criticized by his father, he will lose one month of living expenses.

...it's better to criticize it.

Jiang Yang immediately looked up at the sky at a 45-degree angle, pretending to be a literary youth, until he was punched firmly in the stomach, causing him to arch his body in pain. When he looked up and saw Xiao Yi's contemptuous eyes, he realized that the principal hadn't come.

Xiao Yi shot with his back facing the monitor at an angle, and his body just blocked Jiang Yang's body. From the monitor, one could only think that Xiao Yi was talking close to Jiang Yang.

"Fuck, you haven't fought for a few years, and you've turned from a chicken thief to a cunt." Jiang Yang grabbed Xiao Yi's collar, "Old rules, if you hit me in the stomach, I'll punch you in the face."

Xiao Yi suddenly looked into the distance: "Hello, Director."

"I will believe you a second time?"

The fist swung up and hit Xiao Yi's left cheek with little strength, but he still knocked his head to one side, his glasses were crooked, and the corners of his mouth were bleeding.

Seeing that the delicate facial features were stained with pain, and the small scars at the corners of his eyes became more glaring, Jiang Yang suddenly panicked, his chest felt uncomfortable like being stabbed by a knife, and he was thinking about whether he should care about it and apologize or not Yes, suddenly there was a roar from behind.

"Student over there! Please stop your beating immediately!!"

Jiang Yang suddenly lost his mind, turned his head stiffly, and watched Godzilla rushing towards him, holding his beloved white Satsuma.

Samo's tail was wagging, his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were squinting, as if laughing at him for being an idiot.

The author has something to say: Jiang Yang: When we have a chance in the future, we will come to the grove again and have a hard time.

Xiao Yi:?