Double A sequelae

Because Su Baiying has special pheromones and is the only Omega in the school, the school teacher arranges Su Baiying in a dormitory alone in order to avoid risks.

But in the middle of the night, there are always a few pasts who are not afraid of death.

Ever since, the school welded an iron gate in the corridor again, like a prison.

When Jian Fan went upstairs, he glanced at the iron door with a wooden face, and silently took out the key from his schoolbag.

It was the first time for Qi Jue to walk this area, and he was stunned for a few seconds when he saw the iron gate. He looked at Jian Fan through the iron gate and laughed out loud, completely disregarding his intention of running away together just now.

Visiting prison?friend.

Jian Fan: "Smile."

After speaking, without looking at Qi Jue, he closed the door with a "bang".

The room was not big, but it was tidy. Living alone could be considered a luxury single room. Jian Fan looked around, put down his schoolbag, took off his coat, and went into the bathroom.

Just now, he fought with Qi Jue and rolled on the ground, covered in dirt.

Dirty.

Jian Fan felt that he had been running around all day today. In fact, he didn't do anything after careful calculation, but he felt very tired.

After he took a shower, he set the alarm on his mobile phone. As soon as he touched the bed, his eyelids felt heavy, and he fell asleep not long after.

It's just that he didn't sleep well, and fragmentary dreams kept flashing in his mind, including himself, Qi Jue, and Taolin's little parrot.

It was when the school just started, and the circuit in the school was not stable, and the power was cut off at night.

The dormitory was hot and stuffy, and it was pitch black. Jian Fan didn't want to stay in the room, so he went to the fountain on the west side alone, and sat on the fence playing with his mobile phone while the cool breeze was blowing.

I thought he was the only one here, but after a while, I heard a slight noise. Jian Fan's hearing is good, and he looked for the reputation, and found the source of the sound.

The peach tree over there is just in time for fruiting. There is a slender figure sitting on a book fork. The moonlight outlines the outline of his face. When he raises his head, it stretches out a smooth curve, making him look a bit rebellious and lonely.

Jane remembered that this person, Qi Jue, was 0.5 points lower than his entrance score.

Qi Jue obviously noticed him too, with his long legs resting casually on the tree branch, holding up the peach in his hand, shaking it at him, smiling inexplicably: "Yo, No.1, eat a peach for your face?"

Jian Fan raised his eyelids and glanced at him, "Eat your uncle."

"Master is not here tonight." He casually rubbed the fur on his clothes and took a bite. "It seems that you won't be able to eat today."

Jian Fan felt that this person was probably mentally ill, and didn't want to talk to him, so he looked down at his phone.

Unexpectedly, the sick man jumped down the tree swiftly, the evening wind blew the broken hair on his forehead, he walked in front of him with a peach in his bag, smashed his mouth and said, "This peach is really sweet."

"No," Jian Fan said without raising his head, "Thank you."

Qi Jue was stunned for a while, then suddenly smiled: "How can I sell it, I'll give it to you to eat, No.1."

Only then did Jian Fan raise his head: "You planted it yourself?"

I have never seen such a shameless person, giving away someone else's peach.

With a thick skin, Qi Jue took another bite of the peach: "I picked it myself."

Jian Fan: "..."

Fine.

This shameless gentleman is really shameless.

The two sat with a little distance between them, and neither of them spoke, but they didn't expect that they would have to study late the next day, and this shameless person was still there.

Jian Fan couldn't help it, and stood under the tree and looked at him: "The bark of this tree is still tightly covered."

Some people's faces are no longer there.

The starry sky was scattered, Qi Jue smiled a little, and just raised a finger: "Shhh, what are you listening to talking about?"

What kind of joke is this at night.

Jian Fan had no expression on his face, but he really heard something.

"Here... seven years ago," Qi Jue pushed aside the dead branches, "a female student disappeared."

Jian Fan is a loner, cold-tempered, never heard of these things, "Female student?"

"Well," Qi Jue said in a low voice deliberately, "a big living person just disappeared for no reason."

With this peach forest, it is really a bit ghostly.

Jian Fan said calmly, "Oh."

The two searched all the way, not to mention people, but they didn't see a ghost. Just when they wanted to go back the same way, they saw something crouching beside the tree roots.

It was a small parrot, a small one, lying under the tree weakly and pitifully because of an injured leg.

……

When Jian Fan woke up, he pinched the center of his eyebrows with one hand, not knowing why he dreamed about these past events.

He picked up his phone and glanced at it, it was 05:30 in the morning.

It's still early.

Jian Fan didn't have the habit of staying in bed, so he put on his clothes and started tidying himself up. At six o'clock in the morning, a WeChat message came.

It's a group message, sent by the head teacher.

—At [-]:[-] this afternoon, a mathematics teaching and research class will be held in the school conference hall. All sophomore students must go. Please arrange a good time and don't be late.

The teaching and research school holds it once a month. Its name is to promote students' learning, but in fact it is to select the best teachers.

Jian Fan took a look, put his phone in his pocket, put on his schoolbag, finished breakfast in the restaurant, and walked to the classroom.

He missed too many courses.

Yesterday, he also boasted that Haikou surpassed Qi Jue's first place.

In mathematics teaching and research class, Jian Fan specially found a seat at the back.

The school attaches great importance to this kind of courses. The class teachers and teachers of all subjects will come to attend the class, and even the principal occasionally visits.

"Old white, old white!"

Jian Fan took out a paper towel and wiped the tabletop. As soon as he sat down, he saw Wang Suo coming in with a bag of yogurt in his mouth. He said, "Is there someone next to you?"

Jian Fan: "No."

"Brother Li, come here," Wang Suo waved behind him, "There is no one next to Lao Bai."

Li Desheng patted the back of his head, "Hush your fucking voice."

Wang Suo felt a little wronged: "Brother, didn't you miss class?"

Li Desheng said bitterly: "How the hell do I know you, a mentally retarded thing? After a while, those bastard Alphas will hear about it, and Lao Bai will be surrounded again."

It was quite early at this time, and there were not many people there. Wang Suo and Li Desheng were on one side, wrapping Jian Fan in the middle. Every time an A came, they said that there was someone here, and drove everyone away in a daze.

Soon, when it was time for class, the last row was vacated, and only the three of them were seated.

Yuan Mingda patrolled a few times, and finally sat in the last row, a little distance away from Jian Fan and the others.

"Damn it," Li Desheng covered his face with his textbook, and cursed, "Why is Datou sitting here today?"

Wang Suo didn't dare to play with his phone anymore, so he put on his small black-rimmed glasses and began to pretend to be a student.

Jian Fan opened the textbook and asked, "Who is giving the lecture today?"

Although Wang Suo didn't like studying, he was very well informed about the news in this area, and whispered: "We are a math teacher."

He Jianbai.

He can still give lectures.

Jian Fan raised his eyebrows and looked at the rostrum.

After touching for a while, He Jianbai walked in with the textbook between his arms.

Seeing his appearance, Li Desheng temporarily forgot that the big head was by his side, and said with a snort, "He, his face is black and blue, did someone beat him?"

Jian Fan looked up and glanced, and said softly, "It must have fallen."

Wang Suo leaned over and said gossipingly, "I heard from the teacher in the office that he saw a little girl whose wallet was robbed yesterday, and he drew his sword to help."

Another shameless one.

I really know how to put gold on my face.

There were nearly 1000 people in the entire conference hall, and there was a lot of discussion and talk. He Jianbai gritted his teeth on the rostrum, and happened to meet Jian Fan in the last row.

His eyes were cold and slightly mocking.

He squeezed his fist, patted the table vigorously, and began to lecture.

Jian Fan had already lowered his head and flipped through the textbooks on the table. He didn't want to listen to this kind of scumbag class.

However, Jian Fan obviously underestimated the extent of this scumbag.

Four-fifths of the time had passed, and the main class was over. He Jianbai left a math problem at the end.

He Jianbai said: "The type of this question is similar to the one I just talked about. Today Friday, I think everyone is very excited. How about finding a classmate to do this question?"

Looking at the teacher's face, Qi Jue was inexplicably disgusted. He could almost guess one or two reasons why Su Baiying beat him up yesterday.

"Brother Jue," Song Yu bit his pen, looked at the question on the projector, and turned it over, "Is this similar to the question just now? Why can't I understand it?"

"Almost," Qi Jue said with a sideways glance at him, "it's only four or five degrees."

Song Yu: "..."

Can this fucking be called almost?

Crazy?

"Brother Jue, make it quickly, I'll copy it," Song Yu clasped his hands together, "I'm afraid this cheating teacher will call me later."

A sneer curled up on the corner of Qi Jue's mouth, and he said, "Don't worry, I won't call you."

Song Yu asked in a daze, "Who is that called?"

"Su Baiying." He Jianbai looked at the last row with a kind smile, "Come on, do it for everyone."

"Su Daji!" Song Yu opened his mouth wide when he heard this, "Isn't this the math teacher in their class? Is there a teacher who cheats his students like this?"

He asked himself and answered, "No."

Qi Jue sneered and remained silent.

This is public revenge.

"Fuck, Lao Bai," Li Desheng said, "Did you offend that idiot yesterday? Why did he ask you to go up there?"

"Yes, Lao Bai, there are close to more than 1000 people," Wang Suo said, "It's really not possible, let's just say no!"

Jian Fan: "No, I'll go."

The big head sitting in the last row glanced at Jian Fan, frowning slightly.

What happened to He Jianbai?

Surrounded by sighs, Jian Fan calmly walked up to the rostrum with mocking or sympathetic eyes.

He Jianbai smiled like a kind teacher, and the shadows in his eyes pierced his eyes. He said, "Teacher believes in you, student Su."

Jian Fan glanced at him and said calmly, "Excuse me, make way, it's in the way."

The students in the first few rows who heard the voice roared with laughter.

He Jianbai clenched his teeth: "Okay, please invite Su."

Jian Fan glanced at the question on the projector, was stunned for a few seconds, and wrote down the steps to solve the question.

In just a few minutes, more than half of the problem was solved.

Song Yu couldn't describe it in surprise anymore, "Brother Jue, has my IQ dropped? Why can't Su Daji know this question, but I can't understand it?"

Song Yu's grades were not bad, and she didn't fall past the top [-] in the class.

Qi Jue's eyes were fixed on the figure in front of the whiteboard, and his knuckles were slightly whitening as he grabbed the armrest on one side.

The light on the rostrum was very bright, and the back had the unique slenderness of a young man, and the white jade-like neck was also exposed in the field of vision.

Song Yu finally realized that something was wrong with Qi Jue, and said worriedly: "Brother Jue, are you okay?"

Qi Jue said: "His thinking and method of solving the problem..."

Exactly the same as Jian Fan.

He has noticed that something is wrong with Su Baiying since yesterday.

Now there are explanations for everything that is wrong, and they are put together in front of my eyes like fragments, finally forming a complete picture.

Song Yu: "What? What happened to his problem-solving technique?"

Qi Jue: "Nothing."

He forcibly suppressed the turmoil in his heart, and stared at the man with red eyes, not daring to blink.

Song Yu shut his mouth obediently, and only dared to glance carefully from the corner of his eye. He hadn't seen Qi Jue like this for a long time.