Words First ABO

"What's the problem."

Hou Jian raised his eyebrows horizontally, and his sharp gaze penetrated the auditorium and shot straight to the last row.

"Report to the instructor," Bai Aize pressed Shang Chu's wrist, and said slowly, "No."

"What about you?" Hou Jian raised his jaw to Shang Chu.

Shang Chu sneered, leaned back on the back of the chair, his eyelids drooped slightly, his posture was like a lazy big cat, and he stared at Bai Ai Ze wantonly with slightly contemptuous eyes.

Everyone in the auditorium was paying attention to the confrontation between No.1 and the paratroopers. After the air froze for a moment, Shang Chu suddenly raised the corners of his lips, showing a peaceful and friendly face: "Me? Of course I didn't." Question! I wish I could be in the same group as Second Young Master Bai."

He put down the last few words very lightly, with a raised ending, and at the same time winked at Bai Ai Ze flirtatiously.

Bai Aize let go of Shang Chu's hand, smiled slightly, and replied calmly: "It's my honor to be able to train with Shang Chu."

"Indeed, cherish this hard-won opportunity."

Shang Chu was not modest at all, he patted Bai Aize's shoulder, and instructed him earnestly.

Bai Aize raised his hand, wiped his shoulder with two fingers, and said, "Definitely."

Shang Chu then said with a smile: "Fighting training, it is inevitable that there will be some physical friction. The second son is arrogant and expensive. If he hurts you at that time, please understand."

As if Bai Aize didn't hear the thorn in his words, he replied leisurely: "Of course."

Someone in the auditorium started whispering, and someone who didn't know yelled, saying why Bai Ai Ze, who was forced in by connections, should be so arrogant, which aroused everyone's support.

Hou Jian slammed the folder on the table and shouted: "What's the noise! ​​I said, everyone, as long as they enter the youth training camp, they are all the same!"

"It's the same for us to get in through the entrance examination openly. Why does he go through the back door the same as us!"

"Yeah, it doesn't make sense, instructor..."

On the contrary, Hou Jian's words aroused the resistance of the students, and the doubts became more and more louder. No matter how much he yelled on the podium, it didn't work.

Among the crowd, Jiang Xuecheng was the first to attack, turned his head and spat on the ground, stood up and said harshly, "He's the one who went through the back door..."

Before he could finish speaking, a ball of paper flew over and hit Jiang Xuecheng on the nose.

He caught the ball of paper with a sullen face, looked up, Song Yao was clasping his hands together, and casually apologized to him: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I was careless when I threw the trash."

The two girls, Qi Zhao and Su Qingming, looked at each other and smiled. Qi Zhao raised his hand to brush her high ponytail, raised his eyebrows, and asked Song Yao, "Throw away the trash, is there any ambiguity in that?"

Su Qingming glanced at Jiang Xuecheng, and said pointedly: "What exactly is garbage, you have to explain it clearly!"

Song Yao winked at the two girls, and joked, "If you two talk too much, you'll become trash!"

The meaning of what he said was obvious - whoever talked too much just now is rubbish.

Jiang Xuecheng tightly pinched the ball of paper, gritted his teeth, and his face was very ugly.

In the completely closed environment of the youth training camp, everyone agrees to acquiesce in one point-strength is the capital of speaking.The higher the ranking in the selection, the more right to speak in the group. Song Yao was ranked third and mixed with Shang Chu. Jiang Xuecheng didn't want to challenge them, so he snorted coldly and sat back angrily.

In the noisy and restless room, Bai Aize and Shang Chu looked at each other silently.

Shang Chu crossed his arms with his chin slightly raised—it was an extremely provocative posture; on the other hand, Bai Aize’s usual relaxed posture—he seemed to be born with a transparent cover, making him invulnerable, no matter how sharp he was. Sarcasm and taunting are also impenetrable.

The ridicule and doubts against him were endless, but Bai Aize remained unmoved, even smiling, seemingly unaffected at all.

"Do you hang yourself if you have money at home?"

"The Bai family in the west of the city! It's not just rich, have you heard of his father? The leader of the municipal party committee..."

"Tch, do you know why his parents divorced a few years ago? The news is not even broadcast! I heard from my dad that it was because Secretary Bai raised a..."

There were two people in the front seat biting their ears maliciously, the volume was neither too loud nor too soft, just enough for Bai Aize in the back row to hear.

His eyes gradually sank, and shattered ice formed in his eyes.

Shang Chu could clearly see that there was a crack in the transparent cover.

Qin Sinian heard it too, he clenched his fists, his shoulders trembled slightly with anger, his upper body left the seat, and wanted to rush up to argue with them, but those people were all Alphas, all of them were tall and big... Two contradictory emotions of anger and hesitation clashed back and forth in his chest. Helplessly, Qin Sinian subconsciously turned his head to look at Bai Aize, and found that he was surprisingly calm, still as calm and unhurried.

Qin Sinian breathed a sigh of relief, slowly let go of his fist, sat back in the seat, and thought to himself comfortingly: "It's okay, it's okay, Student Bai is not affected at all, if I rush over so recklessly , maybe it will embarrass him even more..."

"Then isn't his father a bit perverted?" The two people in the front seat continued, and one of them exclaimed just right, "Fuck! You can't see it on TV at all?"

The other person said, "Who said otherwise? He also has an older brother who seems to run a pet hospital. It is said that he is the illegitimate son of his father outside..."

despair--

Bai Aize tapped lightly on the table with his index finger.

Alpha's bitter pheromone smell became active, Shang Chu wrinkled his nose and leaned back.

"Bastard?! Fuck! So explosive!"

The two were still chattering: "This is no secret in the circle..."

Suddenly, there was a loud "bang" from the back row.

The auditorium, which was like boiling water, suddenly fell silent.

Qin Sinian was startled, his whole body trembled, and he fell to the ground.

The rest of the people all turned their heads to look at the back, Shang Chu retracted a foot that was kicking on the wooden table, pulled Qin Sinian up by the way, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my foot slipped."

He took out the backpack from the drawer, raised his voice and asked Hou Jian: "Instructor, can we disband?"

Hou Jian stared at the word "Chuan" between his brows, and nodded his head heavily after a while.

Shang Chu put his bag on his back, stood at the highest position in the auditorium, looked around, and finally his eyes fell on the two people in the front seat.

He fiddled with his ears, whistled again, and said casually, "Next time you speak in public, it's annoying me."

Bai Aize's fingertips paused, and the tense fingers relaxed.

Everyone looked at their No.1, put their hands in their pockets, and left through the back door with three steps.

Hou Jian watched him walk out of the auditorium, then looked at the fur boy who was looking at each other silently, and sighed silently in his heart.

Now the monkey kids are more difficult to take care of than the other, and the No.1 in the class speaks better than him.

"Disband!" Hou Jian yelled, picked up the folder, went to the door and turned back, and sternly said to Jiang Xuecheng, "Spit everywhere, stay and clean up!"

Jiang Xuecheng stiffened his neck, blushing.

The time was still more than ten minutes away, and the cafeteria hadn't served food yet. While they were queuing up, the instructor returned everyone's mobile phones, and told them to go to the dormitory to collect them before turning off the lights at night.

According to the training arrangement, half a day off every Sunday afternoon, get back the mobile phone, free activities, but can not leave the base; monthly NO.15 one day off, allowed to go out.

Dozens of people cheered and took back their mobile phones, and the system music played one after another when it was turned on.

Song Yao held his iPhone and gave it a big kiss. As if reborn, he couldn't wait to press the power button, his eyes were wet, and he said tremblingly, "Ah Chu, I'm so excited, so excited... ...It's been a long time, my love machine..."

Shang Chu squinted at him, disgusted: "Can you stop spitting on the corners of your eyes when you're acting?"

Song Yao: "...You really have no interest in life at all."

Shang Chu didn't even look at his old-fashioned home-made mobile phone, he just stuffed the phone back into his trouser pocket and stared ahead, as if he didn't pay attention to everything around him, just waiting for his meal seriously.

For teenagers aged [-] or [-], smartphones are simply their second life.The people in the queue were all happily holding their mobile phones and clicking east and west, busy replying to their family members on WeChat to report their safety, busy logging in to the game to see if there was any version update, busy making noise and bustle.Only Shang Chu at the head of the line and Bai Aize at the end stood quietly in the line, silent and out of place.

"Come, come, dinner is ready!" The uncle came out of the kitchen pushing a large stainless steel rice bucket, using the aroma of rice grains and the steaming heat to clear a path, "Line up, line up, come one by one, don't squeeze!"

Finally, Shang Chu was able to get away from the confusion, he picked up the tray, walked to the first vegetarian dish window, and said to his aunt, "Water spinach, I want another duck leg, thank you."

"Dad!" Song Yao behind him dialed the video call and shouted happily, "Where's my dad? Is he at home? Let's see if I'm a little darker and more masculine, right?"

"He's not here. Today, their senior three teaching and research team held a mobilization meeting for the college entrance examination and went to school." A man's gentle voice came from the other end of the phone: "Raise the phone up and let me have a look... It's good, it's strong, my son has grown up." It's manly!"

Song Yao laughed happily: "Where is Khrushchev squatting to play? Take me to see... Fuck! What did you two feed it, why is it so fat!"

"Wow!" Khrushchev yelled twice in protest.

Shang Chu had already guessed that Song Yao had a very happy and complete family, otherwise he would not be like a sunflower, living a wanton and flamboyant life.

"Student, what do you want?"

Seeing that Shang Chu seemed to be in a daze, the aunt at the window knocked on his tray with an iron spoon and urged him.

"This one," Shang Chu regained consciousness, reached out and randomly ordered a fried pork with dried bamboo shoots, "Thank you, auntie."

"Ah Chu, make a copy for me!" Song Yao said behind him, "Just like you."

"it is good."

Shang Chu picked up another tray and handed it to the aunt who was ordering vegetables: "I want another one of the same."

"Let me introduce you, this is Shang Chu," Song Yao hooked his neck, and raised the phone in front of his face, "My best buddy here, No.1 in the country, awesome!"

Through the small mobile phone screen, Shang Chu saw a handsome man with features similar to those of Song Yao, holding a fluffy white puppy in his arms, sitting on a dark gray fabric sofa, and a picture hanging on the wall Orange oil painting.

"Achu, this is my father. The official introduction is an interior designer. In fact, he is a blueprinter." Song Yao enthusiastically introduced to Shangchu, "My father is a high school teacher. He is not at home today. I will let you meet another day." know."

"Shangchu? A name with a good meaning. Hello, I am Song Yao's father," the man smiled at him, then raised one of the puppy's paws and waved, "This is Song Khrushchev, Song Yao's younger brother."

Shang Chu was taken aback, holding a dinner plate in one hand, suddenly feeling at a loss.

His lackluster social experience is limited to ruffians and poor people in urban villages. He is very unfamiliar with this kind of warm family atmosphere, and he doesn't know how to deal with such friendly elders.Even separated by a layer of mobile phone screen, he still felt that he was out of place with the world on the other side.

"Stupid?" Song Yao didn't notice Shang Chu's embarrassment, and joked, "I'm stunned by my Khrushchev!"

Shang Chu coughed nonchalantly, and nodded to the screen: "Hi Uncle, I am Shang Chu, Song Yao's friend."

"Father, isn't Ah Chu really good-looking? We all laughed at him for being as pretty as an Omega," Song Yao chattered on and on, "By the way, did my LEGO arrive home? You two, don't tear it apart." It's over! My package is waiting for me to go back and open it myself! What are you talking about? It's too noisy to hear..."

"I'll find a seat over there." Shang Chu said to Song Yao after finishing two meals.

Song Yao made an OK gesture and walked out holding the phone: "Wait a minute, I'll go to a quiet place."

Shang Chu licked his dry lips, feeling relieved.