Double A sequelae

When Jian Fan went back, the classroom was as messy as ever, and of course Jian Fan didn't expect this group of guys to be more obedient.

For the whole afternoon, he didn't read any words in the textbook, and spent most of the time staring at the textbook in a daze, his mind was in a mess, and his thoughts were tangled into a twine.

There is also a trace of confusion and bewilderment.

In short, to sum it up in one sentence, I feel very upset.

Xingchen Middle School is a school that attaches great importance to grades and learning atmosphere.So the class ranking represents the grade ranking, and the top students are all picked out and placed in the top three classes.

Commonly known as: Rocket Class.

I don't know the masterpiece of the teacher at the school. The meaning of the name may be to take people to heaven.

Jian Fan was a member of the rocket class at the time, and he hated this name deeply. When people saw him, they would say: He is Jian Fan from the rocket class.

Simply hot.

Now in this class, Jian Fan is still very popular, especially those unscrupulous or probing or ambiguous eyes on him, and the teacher's perfunctory attitude in lectures, more because of his discomfort with this new body.

He didn't know how he suddenly became Su Baiying.

Where did the real Su Baiying go?

disappeared?Or are they two sharing the same body?

Thinking of this, Jian Fan felt more irritable in his heart, and his expression became more indifferent.

This kind of irritability rose to the extreme when he returned to the classroom and saw the love letters and various snack chocolates stuffed in the table hole.

Fuck!

Even if this Su Baiying is an Omega, he is still a fucking man.

Is this a little girl?

"Old-Old Bai," Wang Suo held a biscuit in his mouth, looked at Jian Fan's face, and almost choked himself to death, "cough-what's wrong with you?"

Jian Fan didn't speak, saw a plastic bag on his desk, put all the snacks, love letters and chocolates in it, and then walked towards the trash can in the corner.

"Hey! Old Bai," Wang Suo stood up abruptly, "You don't want to eat it for me! It's a pity to throw it away."

Jian Fan clapped his hands together and said indifferently, "I want to pick it up in the trash can by myself."

Wang Suo silently took a bite of the pancake.

When Li Desheng came back after eating, he saw Wang Suo staring blankly at the trash can.

He knocked on Wang Suo's table, and said in a rough voice: "Fuck, Wang Suo, you bastard. What are you doing, your father is in the trash can, just look at it like this."

"Brother Li, Lao Bai doesn't love us anymore." Wang Suo turned his gaze back and said sadly, "He didn't even give me the snacks that Alpha gave him in the trash can."

"..." Li Desheng glanced at Jian Fan in disbelief. In the past, Su Baiying used to show off those things, but today she is willing to throw them away?

He withdrew his gaze, stretched out his hand and slapped Wang Suo on the head, "You know how to eat, you kid. Ever since you were a sophomore in high school, your face has been rounded a few times, and your heart is a little forced. Can you count it?"

Wang Suo was even more wronged.

When Li Desheng returned to his seat, Jian Fan was flipping through his physics textbook, which he hadn't learned since the first semester of high school.

Fortunately, he knows the basics, and the knowledge of the second year of high school is only a little bit deeper on the original basis. It shouldn't be too difficult to catch up as soon as possible.

Fortunately, he didn't say this, otherwise he would have been beaten by more than half of the female students in the school.

With a pen in his hand, Jian Fan circled a few important points in the textbook, and was about to pull out an exercise book to make a draft, when Li Desheng who was next to him suddenly coughed heavily, and after a while, a piece of bread was thrown over from the table.

Jian Fan looked up at him, a little puzzled.

Li Desheng coughed again, trying to make his tone disgusting: "I panicked when I bought it, and I didn't see the packaging clearly. This taste is too bad, and I don't like it; if you don't eat it, throw it in the trash. "

Hearing the word "trash can", Wang Suo suddenly turned his head, "What's wrong with you today, you don't want to give it to me, what kind of heroes are you to torture the trash can?"

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand to grab the bread, and if he looked at it, he was about to take it away. Li Desheng took out a textbook, rolled it into a tube, and beat it at Wang Suo's arm, yelling: "You've already eaten your fucking meal, and it's too late. Grab it! Didn't you see that Lao Bai didn't eat anything!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Desheng stopped himself first, realizing that he had slipped his tongue, he swung Wang Suo several times to cover up his embarrassment, Wang Suo covered his head with both hands and yelled: "Brother Li, stop beating me!" , I won’t make it if I don’t eat it, this bread is left to Lao Bai.”

The classroom is still messy.

The two of them were arguing next to each other, and the noise was even louder.

Jian Fan looked at the bread, was stunned for a while, and suddenly said, "Thank you."

Miraculously, the irritability in my heart disappeared a little bit.

Li Desheng stopped his beating hand and scratched his hair. He had never experienced such embarrassment before. He cursed secretly, "Don't do this suddenly, I have goose bumps all over my body. In fact, today you are much more pleasing to the eye than before. .”

Was a fucking hypocrite before, Peacock.

Jian Fan tore open the bread-packaging bag, didn't know what to say, only said: "Yeah."

After speaking, I took a bite of the bread, which tasted like blueberries.

In fact, he is not hungry at the moment, on the contrary, his stomach is very uncomfortable, and his brain is also groggy.

But these did not prevent him from wanting to eat.

……

"Is Su Baiying there? The math teacher is looking for you." In the last class of evening self-study, a stranger's head poked out from the door of Class [-].

Wang Suo was playing a game at the moment, his forehead rested on the edge of the table, without raising his head, he said: "The math teacher is really persevering, and he insists on learning with Lao Bai, tsk tsk tsk, ok, just go to him For his due diligence, I also want to give him a thumbs up."

Li Desheng laughed mockingly, "That's an idiot."

Jian Fan looked down at the time and frowned.

School is over in 10 minutes.

What is he looking for at this point?

However, out of respect for the teacher, Jian Fan put down his textbook and stood up, "Well, where is it?"

"Mathematics group office." The person at the door turned his head and left when he saw that he had arrived. "Hurry up, the math teacher is waiting."

When Jian Fan opened the door and entered, there were two teachers sitting on the east and west sides of the office. The one on the left was younger, about 40 to [-] years old, with thick hair and no baldness, a pair of glasses on the bridge of the nose, a rather refined appearance, and very formal clothes.The one on the right is older, with gray hair, and looks like he is going to retire soon.

He stepped up and walked to the left.

He didn't know which one was Su Baiying's math teacher, he just relied on his intuition, but fortunately, his intuition was quite accurate.

There is a sign on the office, which reads: Excellent teacher, He Jianbai.

Jian Fan stood at a distance in front of the desk, and glanced at it with lowered eyes.

He Jianbai seemed to have just noticed that he was coming, raised his head amidst a pile of instructional designs, squinted his eyes and smiled, and said gently, "Here we are."

Jian Fan gave a cold "hmm", for some reason, seeing He Jianbai's smile made him feel uncomfortable, and inexplicably wanted to punch him in the face.

"Why are you standing so far away?" He Jianbai said, "What? I'm not happy today. I don't even have a smile on my teacher's face."

Jian Fan subconsciously glanced at the old teacher on the right and clenched his fists.

What He Jianbai said sounds quite ordinary, but once matched with his expression, it looks disgusting.

Jian Fan stayed still and did not speak, because he was not sure what Su Baiying's attitude towards He Jianbai was before.

"Stand over here." He Jianbai seemed a little unhappy, and said with a straight face, "You are standing so far away, how can I give you a lecture?"

The office was silent, and the old teacher next door kept his head down, as if he had fallen asleep.

Jian Fan took a step forward, and He Jianbai smiled.

He touched the mouse with one hand, and pulled out a set of questions from the folder on the computer, titled: Xingchen Secondary School Senior Second Semester First Mock Exam Questions.

Jian Fan looked at the large characters in shock.

What is this doing?

Missing questions?

"There's more below," He Jianbai pulled the mouse down, but his eyes were not on the screen, but staring at Jian Fan's neck, "What did you think about what I told you last time?"

Jian Fan didn't know what was going on, but he could make a rough guess.

He clenched his fingers tightly, his knuckles turned white, and his eyes almost made his hair explode.

Really fucking.

There is such a teacher in the school.

He tried his best to suppress his anger, drooping his eyelids, and said quietly: "No need for the teacher, I still want to take the test by myself, if there is nothing else, I will leave first."

After speaking, he turned his head and walked towards the door.

He was afraid that if he stayed for a while longer, he would not be able to suppress his emotions.

He Jianbai stood up suddenly at this time, his voice was dark but not loud, afraid of waking up the old teacher beside him: "You have to think clearly, you still have to study with me for more than half a year, but with your grades, In the third year of high school, I guess he will follow me."

"Oh." With his back turned to him, Jian Fan was stunned for a while, then turned his head, and said calmly, "After the teacher said that, I'll pay more attention."

He Jian said triumphantly, "That's right."

The lights in the office were too bright, a bit dazzling, and the old teacher was snoring in his seat with his head drooping.

Jian Fan's eyes were half closed, and he said in a deep voice: "Then after school today, I will wait for you on the west side of the school."

There is a large fruit forest on the west side of the school, and there is a large fountain nearby.

It's dark and the trees are tall, what a great place.

High school class one.

"Students," the young class teacher stood in front of the podium with a rather helpless tone, "It's okay for you to rest for a while, you can also chat at the same table, don't force yourself so much."

A class of students didn't look up: "Teacher, we still have to study, please don't hinder us."

Class [-] teacher: "..."

The head teacher is Yan Chen, a woman in her early thirties, she is very beautiful, and she looks very gentle at first glance.

The atmosphere of this class has always been like this, even if the teacher is not there, no one will talk nonsense, and the discipline is particularly good, but what Yan Chen worries about every day is that this group of children should not be stupid.

She also tried to persuade her many times, but she just couldn't persuade her.

Yan Chen sighed helplessly, turned around and left the classroom, because she would affect students' learning here.

It's a good thing that Yan Chen didn't go to the last row, because there is always such a ghost in the class that doesn't fit in with the atmosphere.

The pile of textbooks on Qi Jue's desk is just enough to block the teacher's sight, and he doesn't have to worry about the phone.

He played games all night, and now it's almost time for school, and he is chatting with Song Yu.

——Brother Jue, your self-study tonight was so fun, you don’t know, just now the big head popped out of the window, scaring me almost out of my body, going to heaven.

Datou is the teaching director of the school. His original name is Yuan Mingda. Because his head is very big, he is called Datou.

—He never comes, the leader of our rocket class, and we don't need to go out of our bodies, we can go directly to the sky in a rocket.

Song Yu didn't know whether he was angry or speechless, and it took him a long time to send the message.

—Brother, let’s go to the Internet cafe after school, don’t be together, let’s form a team and have fun.

— No, I have something to do.

- What, where are you going?

—The old place, the fountain on the west side of the school.