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The battle in the conference room was even bigger than last time. A dozen or so school leaders sat on both sides of the long table as if accompanying them. In the middle were two people whom Shang Chu had never seen before. He looks more serious, wearing a formal police uniform, with two four-pointed star flowers studded with a silver olive branch on the shoulder strap.

It turned out to be a second police superintendent?

How could the police intervene in school affairs?

Shang Chu's expression froze. Although he couldn't figure out the mechanism, he had an intuitive awe of the police uniforms and epaulets, so he unconsciously flattened his shoulders and straightened his back.

In contrast, the one sitting on the right is quite casual, wearing a common white shirt with the button on the collar unbuttoned, about fifty years old, with extremely tough facial features, and a resolute but not overly strong temperament Let go, the whole body exudes just the right sense of majesty.

To be able to sit in the main seat with the police supervisor must have a strong background.

"Ju Liu, secretary," the dean introduced wryly, "This is Shang Chu. His speech just now made our heart ache! We have given him psychological counseling repeatedly, and we thought he would be aware of his Who knew that this student was so stubborn that he even uttered nonsense in front of the two of you, we have nothing to do with it, what do the two leaders think of this kind of thorny student..."

Shang Chu muttered in his heart, Ganqing is a secretary.

He keenly noticed that since the moment he entered the door, the secretary had been looking him up and down with scrutiny. His eyes were not malicious, not even harsh, and seemed to be a little...curious ?

Shang Chu felt uneasy when he was sized up. He had met many so-called big men during the past few days, and the leaders were more or less on airs. If they glanced at you a few times, they would look at you seriously. There is no one like this secretary. Yes, a pair of eyes are like sticking to the body, looking at the person from the hair to the tip of the toe.

Hold!Why is he staring at me all the time!

Shang Chu pursed his lips, the stubbornness and unwillingness rushed to his forehead again, he raised his chin, and looked straight back.

When the two looked at each other like this, the secretary somehow didn't feel offended, but instead smiled.

Shang Chu was stunned for a moment, always felt that his eyebrows and eyes were somewhat familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen him.

The director was still bitterly criticizing Shang Chu, he was disregarding the relationship between the Chief Police Officer and this incident, and he also said that he had checked and confirmed Shang Chu's speech. The self-criticism is really unbearable, and I ask the two leaders to rest assured that the chief police officer will definitely punish them severely, so as to prevent this kind of phenomenon from happening again on campus!

Shang Chu had heard this kind of cliché dozens of times in a week, and he was quite numb to this kind of accusation, until the director said, "Omega must not be allowed to appear on our campus", he suddenly curled his lips into a cold smile, Let out a low chirp.

"What's your attitude!" The director was furious, "It's hopeless!"

Director Liu tapped the table with the tip of his index finger while listening, his face remained calm and expressionless.

The person in charge of the admissions office also started to complain, and the two sang together, dismissing Shang Chu as useless, but Shang Chu seemed to have not heard it, with an indifference on his face that had nothing to do with him.

The secretary suddenly coughed twice, interjected and asked, "Is there any water?"

"Yes, yes!" The director immediately greeted the office assistant who was waiting, "Hurry up and get a glass of water!"

"Do you want it?" The secretary nodded to Shang Chu.

Shang Chu didn't react for a while: "Me?"

"Yes, do you want water?" The secretary asked again.

Shang Chu was taken aback, apparently not knowing how to deal with this unexpected question, so he shook his head: "No, thank you."

"That's right. Children of your age don't like drinking water, but carbonated drinks." The secretary said, spread the folder in front of him, glanced at Shangchu's file, looked up at him and asked, "Shang Chu, right? You..."

"It's Omega, and Alpha is for spraying medicine. The reason, time and other materials have been reported. It's in the file folder in your hand, so you can see it when you look through it."

Shang Chu was already tired of dealing with such questions as "Are you an Omega", "Why did you pretend to be an Alpha", "When did it start", "How did you achieve it", so he dropped a sentence extremely coldly, let this The secretary wants to know what to find by himself.

Anyway, he had to pack his bags and leave. He didn't know which construction site he was going to move bricks tomorrow. At this time, he was not afraid of offending these bullshit leaders.

The director of teaching is right in one thing, Shang Chu is indeed quite rebellious in his bones, the more he gets to the critical moment that will crush him, the more he has to straighten his body, straighter than a steel plate!

The secretary nodded, "Yes", with an indistinct upward curve on the corner of his lips: "I want to ask, what happened to the injury on your face."

"...by branches."

Shang Chu began to be a little confused about this big man's routine, if he wanted to criticize him, he would come directly, what's the matter with beating around the bush?

Is it necessary to follow the soft policy?Treat him with emotion and reason, so that he can deeply realize where he is wrong, and finally perform in public and cry bitterly, saying that I, an Omega, really shouldn't try to sneak into the police academy and destroy the purity of the police system , Thank you teachers for making me lose my way and know how to return to the shore...

He imagined an absurd emotional column in his mind, and the secretary sitting across from him asked again.

"It seems that the wound is not shallow," the secretary frowned, looking at the scab on his face, and asked a bit worriedly, "Will there be a scar?"

Shang Chu said lightly: "I don't know."

"It's best to go to the hospital," the secretary said, "It's always bad to leave scars."

"......it is good."

Does this secretary work part-time in the neighborhood committee in his spare time?

Although the other teachers in the school also felt that the question and answer of these two people was a bit weird-it seemed that it had nothing to do with today's topic, but no one dared to interrupt the big man when he was asking a question.

"According to the information, your net height is 180?" The secretary asked another question that seemed to be asked when the aunt of the neighborhood committee was trying to find someone.

"I just measured it last month." Shang Chu replied.

The secretary then asked, "Have you grown taller in the past two years?"

Shang Chu: "No."

The secretary nodded: "Well, this height is enough, not higher than 187."

What is 187?

Shang Chu almost reflexively thought that Bai Aize's height is 187, but what is the meaning of this number mentioned by the director?

The secretary turned over a page of the file: "Your household registration is in Xinyang, do you plan to return to the south in the future?"

"Old Bai," Director Liu who was sitting next to him finally showed a helpless expression when he heard this, he tapped the table with his fingers, and interrupted, "Let's get down to business."

The secretary surnamed Bai leaned back on the back of the chair, took a sip of the cool Baikai in the disposable water cup, nodded and said, "Don't be nervous, just chat casually."

Shang Chu was also a little tired from standing, his tense back muscles relaxed a little, he glanced at the clock on the wall, after the morning meeting, Bai Aize would definitely go to the dormitory to look for him, if he didn’t see anyone else, he might be in a hurry right now, so Frowning: "Do you have any questions?"

"You just said that none of the Alphas in the school can compare to you?" Secretary Bai asked with great interest.

"Yes." Shang Chu nodded.

"However, the transcripts of the past two years show." Secretary Bai took out two pages from the file folder, pressed them with two fingers and pushed them in front of Shang Chu, "There is a student named Bai Aize whose grades are always higher than yours."

Shang Chu looked down at the two thin pages of paper, his name appeared on the second line, and the Arabic numerals in the ranking column marked "2".

"I will surpass him," Shang Chu looked up at Secretary Bai, "One day I will."

Unfortunately, there is no chance.

He was always thinking of surpassing Bai Aize and becoming No.1, but unfortunately he would never have this chance again.

Director Liu, who had been silent all this time, asked, "There are so many talented police officers, don't you worry that Alpha, who is ranked behind you, will surpass you someday?"

Shang Chu smiled slightly, with a somewhat arrogant expression: "Impossible."

Liu Ju leaned forward and stared at him with sharp eyes: "Anything is possible."

Shang Chu looked back without giving an inch, picked up the two pages of transcripts, raised them, and retorted neither humble nor overbearing: "The facts have proved that it is impossible."

"His results are all obtained by spraying drugs." The director squinted at Shang Chu, "The Alphas in our school are all carefully selected elites from across the country. If Shang Chu didn't use drugs, how could they lose to this Omega?"

"Did your grades come from spraying drugs?" Secretary Bai asked.

Did it come out of medicine?

Apart from nosebleeds, tinnitus, and dizziness, he didn't type anything.

Shang Chu smiled mockingly: "The hospital should have given a test certificate. Whether the counterfeit agent I have been using for a long time has this function, everyone should know better than me."

"There are also some inaccuracies in the test," the dean couldn't help interjecting, "Otherwise, how could an Omega have such a result? Do you think we will believe what you say?"

"It's really not credible," Secretary Bai said lightly, then turned to Director Liu, "Old Liu, do you believe it?"

Liu Ju looked at Shang Chu in thought for a moment, and asked, "If you don't take those messy medicines, can you still have this result?"

"Just use your Omega status," Secretary Bai smiled, tore up the two pages of Shang Chu's report card from the middle, and asked in a crisp tearing sound, "Can you get No.1 in a dignified way? "

When Shang Chu walked out of the meeting room, his footsteps were vain.

At this moment, he didn't know what Jinxi and Hexi meant, and his consciousness was in a trance, as if he had a dream, and he was sweating all over his body.

Going down to the first floor, Bai Aize was waiting for him by the stairs, Shang Chu stopped, stared at Bai Aize for a few seconds, and licked his dry lips: "Bai sir, I have something to tell you."

Bai Aize walked up to him, looked down at his wound, frowned and said, "Go back and apply the medicine first, did you scratch it again, how many times have I told you..."

"That," Shang Chu blinked, and his voice was light and light, as if suffering from hysteria, "I want to tell you something first."

"what?"

Shang Chu's eyes drifted around, and then returned to Bai Aize's face: "It seems that I don't need to be fired for the time being?"

"Well," Bai Aize was not surprised at all, just nodded, "Go back and apply the medicine."

Shang Chu let out an "oh" and walked behind him.

After walking more than ten meters away, Shangchu suddenly let out a "fuck", as if waking up from a dream, and shouted excitedly: "I'm not fired! Fuck! I don't have to pack my luggage!"

Bai Aize smiled helplessly: "Officer Shang, if you don't go back and apply the medicine, the wound on your face will become stiff."

"Little Bai! I can continue to study!" Shang Chu's eyes lit up, and he held Bai Aize's hand, "Damn it! It's like a dream!"

"Okay, okay, I got it." Bai Aize was afraid that he would jump too high and be scratched by a tree branch, so he pressed his shoulder, "It's not a dream, Ah Chu, it's real."

"Aren't you surprised?" Seeing his calm face, Shang Chu felt something was wrong.

"Not surprised." Bai Aize confessed.

"Damn! You know!" Shang Chu exclaimed.

Bai Aize said, "Know some, but not everything."

"How do you know! You just eavesdropped outside the door?!" Shang Chu couldn't turn his head around.

At this moment, Bai Aize's phone rang, and he said to Shang Chu: "Wait a minute, answer the call."

Shangchu saw that the caller ID on his mobile phone was "Dad", and heard him say: "Well, I asked when I took the medicine. If it is well protected, there will be no scars... Yes, he is more I'm short, I'm not going to grow taller than me... well, I've got my measure..."

Shang Chu, who was able to keep his shoulders straight in front of a group of "shitty leaders" in the conference room just now, wished he could slap himself twice: "..."

Bai Aize said a few more words, turned around after hanging up the phone, and saw Shang Chu taking out his trouser pocket.

"Looking for what?"

"Does your father smoke?" Shang Chu took out some cigarettes from his pocket, drooping the corners of his mouth bitterly, "I didn't behave well just now, so give him a few cigarettes to make up for it, is it too late?"

"Stupid."

Bai Aize gave him a head-bang backhand.

Shang Chu didn't know that Bai Aize called Bai Shusong late at night, and Bai Shusong asked his youngest son, who is this boy named Shang Chu?

There was no moon that day, the night was bad, and the clouds were thick.

Shang Chu just had a nosebleed, he opened his eyes and looked at the ceiling, feeling that his surroundings were pitch black.

Bai Aize stood in the middle of the basketball court outside the dormitory building, looking up at the single dormitory on the third floor with the window open.

"He is to me what Uncle Fu is to you," Bai Aize said, "It is my lifelong ideal."