Beta was teased by me

Under the passionate guidance of Instructor Zhang, the charcoal fire finally rose successfully. A few people were busy adding firewood, a few people were busy skewering food, and some who didn't touch the spring water were simply sent to the sidelines and waited to be caught. Just feed them, don't make any trouble.

Sheng Cifan was somewhat lacking in energy, sat with a group of people with sleepy eyes, and listened to their chatter, lacking in interest.

An Omega suddenly suggested, "The moon is dark and the wind is high, and there are forests in the mountains, why don't we tell ghost stories?"

Upon hearing the ghost story, Sheng Cifan immediately planned to get up and leave, but was dragged by Ai Yingying, "Brother Sheng, you have to stay and protect others, Xiaotian will be afraid~"

Sheng Cifan shook his arm, trying to remove Ai Yingying's sticky octopus, "I'll go over and help, otherwise I won't have dinner."

Ai Yingying tightly hugged Sheng Cifan's arm, eyes full of longing, "There is Mr. Lu and the squad leader over there. We only have you here, and you are responsible for protecting us."

"Yes, yes, our little OO really needs a sense of security."

"..."

Unable to withstand the fierce attack of Xingxingyan, Sheng Cifan resignedly gave up and fled the scene, "Then don't tell ghost stories, tell something else."

Ai Yingwen picked up an important point, "Brother Sheng, are you afraid of ghosts?"

Several people looked forward to Sheng Cifan curiously.

"I'm afraid of ghosts?" Sheng Cifan let out a "hoo" and forced the super-A character design in the eyes of everyone, "I'm afraid of ghosts? Are you kidding me?"

"Don't talk nonsense about English, the Beta with such an A from the school committee is not afraid of everything, okay?"

"That's right, Brother Sheng and Boss Lu can mess with my pheromones more than Alpha." Ai Yingying pouted, "Sisters, who will be the first to start?"

"I'll go first." The cute girl with big eyes smiled gloomyly, and deliberately lowered her shrill voice, "This story is adapted from real events. Once upon a time, there was a scholar with disheveled hair who floated out of the woods. His robes brushed the grass..."

A gust of cold wind blows just in time, driving the lush vegetation in the forest to make a "rustling" sound.

Sheng Cifan with the woods behind him flinched almost invisibly. This group of Omegas are usually soft and cute, but when they tell ghost stories, they are eerie and scary.

"Suddenly, a slender and pale hand stretched out in front of the boy, holding a sweet potato..."

Ai Yingying leaned on Sheng Cifan's shoulder in shock, feeling at ease with fear.

Sheng Cifan slowed down his breathing as much as possible, showing a calm and steady look, and secretly told himself, don't panic, don't panic, it's all fake, Namo Amitabha, Lord Tathagata, Jesus bless...

"The hand shook, and a thin voice came from behind. Xiucai asked the boy, kid, do you want to eat sweet potatoes?"

Sheng Cifan seemed to be there, and really smelled sweet potatoes.

"Do you want to eat sweet potatoes?"

A hand suddenly appeared in front of him, holding a sweet potato. Ai Yingying stared, screamed and jumped away, with a face of shock that almost passed out.

Sheng Cifan was also panicking, but machismo was at work, he stuck the "Ah~" that was about to come out in his throat, raised his hand to take the sweet potato with numbness in his scalp, and didn't dare to turn his head to look at the "scholar" who gave the sweet potato. With a half-hearted smile, "Thank you, thank you."

"Kid, are the sweet potatoes sweet?"

With a trailing sound, the seemingly invisible voice fluttered with the wind, not very clear, the grand speech was creepy, goosebumps crawled all over the limbs, the fingers stiffly peeled the sweet potato, and took a small bite, "It's okay, it's okay... "

"Damn, Mr. Lu, I don't want you to be so scary!" Ai Yingwen's frightened soul finally returned to his body, and he stroked his chest, "I almost scared me to death."

President Lu?

Sheng Cifan turned his head and saw Lu Xiuyang who was squatting behind him with a triumphant face, pulling his hand and pressing it down, gritted his teeth angrily, "Are you interested?"

Lu Xiuyang was shaken twice by him, and the corners of his lips hooked into a laugh, "Our Brother Sheng is very courageous, so we are not afraid at all, are we?"

Sheng Cifan squeezed out a "yes" from his teeth, this person really deserves a beating!

Lu Xiuyang put his hand on Sheng Cifan's forehead, he seemed to have a low-grade fever, he was not sure, he clasped the back of Sheng Cifan's neck, gently pulled him into his arms, his forehead was pressed against his forehead, it was a little hot, "would it be uncomfortable? "

The movement was so natural that Sheng Cifan didn't realize how ambiguous this behavior was, and his voice was soft, "No way."

Lu Xiuyang rubbed the back of Sheng Cifan's head with a little scorching breath on his face, "I'll take you to eat something first, and take medicine later."

Sheng Cifan didn't want to be dragged by this group of Omegas to listen to ghost stories anymore, so he followed Lu Xiuyang's suggestion and followed him to forage for food without looking back.

A group of sweet O's looked very complicated, and their heartache was beyond words.

"Do you think 2B love will be happy?"

"I always feel that Brother Sheng is soft and delicate in front of Mr. Lu. Is it an illusion?"

"I heard from Fatty that when they arrived in the freezer last night, Brother Sheng and Boss Lu hugged each other so tightly that the instructor couldn't separate."

"is this real?"

"Hurry up, my writing inspiration is here!"

"..."

Being sick, there was no taste in his mouth, and the food baked by this group of "cooks" who don't distinguish between grains is basically coke compounds. Sheng Cifan completely lost his appetite, so he simply hugged his knees and sat by the campfire, the orange flames Make your face look warm.

"Brother Sheng, do you want to play Arhats?" Yang Wu greeted with a loud voice.

Before Sheng Cifan agreed, several people consciously sat in a circle around him, and Xie Fei swallowed his mouth full of meat, "Just guess the punch, the loser puts down one hand, everyone's hands fold up, pk until the rest The last hand is used to hit people, and those who have not had time to withdraw will be beaten, understand?"

Yang Wu rolled up his sleeves, "Troubleshooting, who hasn't played this game, it's just started."

"Hey, Mr. Lu, are you together?" Seeing that Lu Xiuyang just came over with a bottle of water, the sports committee warmly greeted, "It's fun when there are many people."

Lu Xiuyang unscrewed the water and handed it to Sheng Cifan, sat down, "OK."

"Rock paper scissors!"

"Come, come, let it go if you lose, don't play tricks."

Before Sheng Cifan had time to stretch out his hand, several people who had lost one hand quickly buried their hands in the bottom layer. The lower the game is, the safer it is, and the less likely it is to be hit.

"Your hands and feet are quite nimble, aren't they?"

"That's right, no one wants to be beaten, right?"

His head was a bit dull, and Sheng Cifan's movements were not sharp. He lost the last hand and put one hand on top.There were still two hands left on the scene, one of Lu Xiuyang's and one of Xie Fei's.

Xie Fei spat on his hand, "President Lu, let's fight to the death!"

Lu Xiuyang lost a hand and put it on the back of Sheng Cifan's.

Xie Fei narrowed his eyes wretchedly, the melon-seeded eyes directly formed a slit, and raised his hands high, "Face the blast!"

"Snapped!"

The back of Lu Xiuyang's hand turned red.

In the next move, Sheng Cifan and Lu Xiuyang were left on the court.

Sheng Cifan failed miserably.

Before Lu Xiuyang's hand dropped, the pig's trotters ran away, Sheng Cifan didn't move, anyway, if he hit him, he would hit him once, the young master has always been beaten.

Sheng Cifan: "Fold your hands back, you haven't hit yet, why are you running?"

As soon as the words fell, the back of his hand was patted gently, Sheng Cifan: ...

In the next move, Sheng Cifan lost early and buried both hands at the bottom, and the final winner was Lu Xiuyang again.

Yang Wu pulled his hand back from time to time, "Mr. Lu, please be merciful."

Lu Xiuyang didn't speak, but nodded, and Yang Wu made a "snap" when he folded his hands back.

"Boss Lu, you are so ruthless!" Yang Wu shook his hands and gasped, "You were not like this just now."

After a few rounds, it was almost always Lu Xiuyang who won, Xie Fei was not happy anymore, "I won't play anymore, Boss Lu wins every game, we seem to focus on participating."

Yang Wu rubbed the back of his hand, heartbroken, grabbed Sheng Cifan's hand, shook it in front of everyone, and complained sharply, "I have been beaten almost as often as Brother Sheng, can these two hands be the same thing?"

Sheng Cifan withdrew the hand that was forced to show and pressed the back of his neck, his face was burning hot, his head lowered lower and lower, wishing he could turn himself into an old man of the land, and burrow into the soil to whitewash the peace when encountering problems.

"He's delicate and expensive, so he doesn't have to be beaten." Lu Xiuyang's tone was light, as if he was explaining or expounding the facts.

"Listen, is this a human language?" Yang Wu roared up to the sky, "I'm also thin-skinned and tender!"

The Sports Committee stuffed a piece of chicken wing into Yang Wu's mouth, "If you have thin skin and tender meat, there are really few people in this world with rough skin and thick meat."

Lao Huang went to every circle to join in the fun, "You guys had a great time!"

Xie Fei generously gave Lao Huang a chicken leg, "Teacher, eat it, it's very delicious."

Lao Huang sat on the ground and took a sip, "Not bad."

"That's right!" Xie Fei proudly puffed up his plump chest, "I was supposed to honor Brother Sheng, but Brother Sheng didn't want it."

"Then I have to thank Sheng Xiaofan?" Lao Huang raised his eyebrows and looked around at his children, they were more skinny and less obedient, "I took over our class in the second year of high school, and none of you look down on anyone, Xie Fei see I don’t like the sports committee, the sports committee doesn’t like the squad leader, the squad leader doesn’t like Sheng Cifan, Sheng Cifan... he doesn’t like anyone, let alone how crazy he is.”

"Hahaha!"

"I didn't expect you to play together later. The teacher is happy for you. I hope you will always be buddies and advance and retreat together." Lao Huang took out several envelopes from his cloth bag and handed them out one by one. Each envelope was not too long. Same, "Before you came to the training camp, I called your parents, and they all wrote you a letter, let's take a look."

Sheng Cifan glanced at a few circles on the side. Everyone was immersed in reading the letter, and their eyes were withdrawn from the envelope. The handwriting was chic and unruly (crossed out: staggered). After identification, this letter was written by Lao Sheng.

On a night with a bright moon hanging high, insects chirping and a cool breeze accompanied, a few shallow sobs accompanied by small explosions of charcoal fire, mixed emotions of ups and downs.

"What did Aunt Shen write to you?" Sheng Cifan rubbed his eyes, the letter paper was crumpled by him, his palms were wet, and his eye sockets were swollen.

"Want to see it?" Lu Xiuyang folded the paper and stuffed it back into the envelope, with a smile in his shallow eyes.

Sheng Cifan just asked casually, the atmosphere was a bit heavy, he didn't like it, his head hurt a little, he wanted to go back to the tent to sleep.At night, my eyesight was not very good, and I bumped into someone head-on, and the letter paper in that person's hand fell to the ground. When the evening wind blew, it floated lightly into the campfire.

"Do you walk without eyes?"

Sheng Cifan was stunned, his eyes followed the letter paper to the bonfire, and after realizing it, he stepped over to the bonfire in three steps.The paper is dry and flammable, and it burns quickly when it touches a flame. Just as I was about to grab the remaining part, my weak hand was restrained by a calloused palm.

"what are you doing?"

Sheng Cifan turned his face in a daze, it was Instructor Zhang, and turned his gaze to the burnt paper again, it was too late to make amends.

He walked up to Fang Zi, lowered his eyebrows, "I'm sorry."

Fang Zi curled his hands against the seam of his trousers, his voice trembling slightly, "That's a letter from my father, can you just say I'm sorry?"

After the wind blew, the discomfort of headache and brain fever became stronger and stronger, and Sheng Cifan's voice was no longer as clear as before, "I'm really sorry."

Fang Zi grabbed the letter in Sheng Cifan's hand, collected himself, "Then burn yours too."

Sheng Cifan tugged at the other end of the envelope, with a cold face, "Let go."

The author has something to say: Mi Chirp~Today is also a sweet day~ Mr. Lu has a large double standard~