【ABO】Who said AA can't fall in love

At this moment, the get out of class bell rang suddenly.

Jian Cheng stretched his legs, and said to Lu Anzhao, "Let's go, go back to the classroom and do your homework."

In order to play with Jian Cheng later, Lu Anzhao had no choice but to agree.

As soon as they entered the classroom, they bumped into the history teacher who was about to leave.

When the history teacher saw the two of them, he turned his head and walked away with a look of "Heng eyebrows coldly pointing at thousands of husbands".

Jian Cheng knew the little old man's temper best, he thought to himself, it seems that he will not be able to slip away in history class in the future, or he might be punished to stand again at some point.

As soon as he returned to his seat, Qin Xiaoran looked at them with a mean face, "How does it feel to be punished?"

"Brother Cheng, I've already said that Lu Anzhao is uneasy and kind. If you still don't believe me, you'll be dragged into trouble by him!"

Lu Anzhao looked at the gloating person with a "smiling smile" and said, "If you like it, I can make you feel the feeling of being punished next time."

"how?"

Qin Xiaoran stopped talking, and could only snort coldly to express that he didn't need to feel this kind of feeling.

After a while, the class bell rang. Because it was self-study, there was no teacher.

But although there is no teacher watching them in front of them, the classroom is still very quiet, and everyone is immersed in their studies.

After all, they are all in the third year of high school, and everyone is studying consciously, just to finally be admitted to the ideal college in their minds.

Jiancheng pulled out the homework left by the teacher today from the desk, following the old rules, first finish the science subjects that are handy such as physics and mathematics, and then break through the liberal arts such as Chinese and history that he finds quite strenuous.

Although Jian Cheng has always been the first in the grade, there is no obvious partiality in terms of grades.But he knew in his heart that his liberal arts were poor, and he was able to maintain a high score all the time by relying on various ancient poems and compositions.

Once he encounters a question that needs to be understood, analyzed, and fully embodies the quality and feelings of literature, he will completely cool off.

His Chinese teacher in junior high school once said to him:

"Jiancheng, you are too rigid and rational. Without the romantic feelings and imagination of a literati, the liberal arts will definitely become your weakness in the future. If you have nothing to do, read more classics, poetry anthologies, etc., and cultivate this aspect."

At that time, after listening to the Chinese teacher's words, he really bought a few famous books and read them at home, but he really didn't understand the content and meaning of the books, so he had to give up in the end.

For example, "Red Story", when he watched it, he only felt that a group of women were very noisy, and they didn't speak directly, and they beat around the bush, which made him very uncomfortable.

It's like "Looking for Somnambulism", in which the master is too much like the Holy Mother, he can't tell the monsters apart, and every time he wrongs the apprentice who worked so hard to save him, he is very angry.

There are a lot more........

(The masterpieces in this article are not real ones, please do not bring them in by yourself.)

Afterwards, after he told his Chinese teacher about his impressions and ideas, the Chinese teacher could only look at him in shock, shook his head helplessly and said to him: "...It's my fault, you are not born Perfect for this subject..."

In the end, as long as Jiancheng encountered liberal arts, he would memorize everything by rote.

Fortunately, the scores are all right.

Just after Jiancheng finished physics and mathematics, when he took out the Chinese question, as expected, he successfully got stuck in reading again.

After thinking about it to no avail, he decided to skip this question and move on to the next question.

Unexpectedly, one hand took the pen in his hand, and the tip of the pen fell on the paper, and the calligraphy-like handwriting "shuashua" quickly filled the blanks on it.

"Here, I'm done writing, I'll give you the pen."

Lu Anzhao handed the pen back to Jian Cheng with a relaxed look.

Jian Cheng: "...Your Chinese is pretty good."

After hearing this, Lu Anzhao raised his eyebrows, and said proudly, "I'm not only good at Chinese, but also good at other subjects. So far, there is no subject that can stump me."

Jian Cheng looked at the answer written by Lu Anzhao again, "How do you know the hidden meaning of this person's last sentence? I can't guess it at all, it's too difficult."

Lu Anzhao: "Is there any need to guess, anyway, I can see it at a glance."

"It takes three steps to do this kind of question, read the article roughly, grasp the main idea, understand the author's attitude, add more modifiers when answering the question, and write better, and you can basically get full marks."

Jian Cheng: "Really?"

"Well, that's how I answer the question anyway."

Jian Cheng was determined to try again, but after only a few minutes, he got stuck again.

I can only helplessly say: "I can "read the article roughly", but I still can't analyze "grasp the main idea" and "understand the author's attitude."

"Why does this author have to turn a corner every time he speaks? A man can't be happy when he speaks."

"........."

Lu Anzhao raised his forehead, this seems to be the easiest reading question.

Brother, how poor your Chinese is!

Jian Cheng looked at someone leisurely beside him, and asked, "Why don't you do your homework?"

"It's finished."

Lu Anzhao stretched his waist, "Your No. [-] Middle School has a lot of homework. It took me half an hour to finish it. I was exhausted."

Jane Cheng:! ! !

"You finished writing in half an hour? I usually have to write in five to ten minutes. Are you so fast?"

Lu Anzhao didn't think there was anything strange at all, instead he asked Jian Cheng with a puzzled face, "This question is so simple, why did it take you so long?"

Jian Cheng: "..."

"you are awesome."

Jiancheng suddenly had the feeling that the number one in his grade was about to be lost. He didn't expect Lu Anzhao to be so good at studying. Seeing him playing with his mobile phone all the time, he didn't expect him to know it a long time ago.

After finishing speaking, Jian Cheng could only turn back to his own language.

Lu Anzhao: "I think it will take a while for you to finish writing. I'll play with my phone first. After you finish writing, ask me to play basketball."

After looking at Jian Cheng and nodding, Lu Anzhao played with his phone again with itchy hands.

After 10 minutes, Jiancheng finally finished the Chinese question that he hated so much.

He looked at Lu Anzhao, who was playing next to him, and said, "I'm done writing, and it's almost time to leave school anyway. You take your schoolbag and walk straight from the stadium later."

"Ah."

Jian Cheng turned around and asked Qin Xiaoran, "I'm going to play ball with Lu Anzhao, will you go?"

Qin Xiaoran: "Brother Cheng, now?"

"Ah."

Qin Xiaoran said with a mournful face: "No way, Brother Cheng, I haven't finished my homework yet. Today's questions are too difficult, I guess I'll have to stay up late when I go back tonight."

Jian Cheng looked sympathetically at Qin Xiaoran who was also picking up the language question at this moment, and could only say: "That's fine."

After finishing speaking, he picked up his schoolbag and slipped out with Lu Anzhao through the back door.

When they came to the stadium, Jian Cheng and Lu Anzhao chose a quiet place.

At this time, the whole school was studying for self-study, so there were very few people on the court, only a group of people from other classes escaped self-study to play.

After he and Lu Anzhao finished their preparations, the fight started.Since both of them were equal in height and skill, they played extremely well.

And Jian Cheng hasn't played golf so briskly for a long time. After seeing Lu Anzhao's extremely beautiful three-pointer, Jian Cheng grinned slightly and said to Lu Anzhao, "This shot is beautiful!"

Lu Anzhao flicked his bangs that were a little wet with sweat on his forehead, "Both each other."

Just as the two of them continued their momentum, the voice of another group of people on the field suddenly became louder, "Hey, Xiao Duo, do you really know how to play?"

"No, you said it earlier, Dad will definitely teach you well, hahaha..."

This tone sounded a bit obscene and frivolous, Jian Cheng frowned, stopped shooting the ball just now, and looked at the owner of the voice.

I saw a man with a cropped head and full of masculinity holding a basketball. Behind him was a circle of people watching the theater, who would coax him from time to time.

And they all looked at a person standing in the middle, Jian Cheng raised his eyes and saw that this was a very feminine and handsome boy.

Delicate and small face, skin as white as milk, thick eyelashes and a pair of big watery eyes, can't help but make people feel affectionate.

At this moment, he was hugging his shoulders, trembling with fear, looking helpless and pitiful.

The cropped man was obviously the boss of the group. He spoke lightly, and slowly stretched out his right hand to pinch the chin of the boys surrounded in the middle.

"Tsk, if you have a good face, you don't know if your "job" is good."

Some boys around shouted: "Brother Zhan, you will know if you try it tonight, hahaha..."

"Yes, brother Zhan. If you use it well, let the brothers try it out. This is a top-quality Omega, and it's just a chook~"

"Hahaha!"

"........."

"........."

As he said that, the inch-headed man's hand slowly slid down from the boy's chin, and the boy was powerless to resist at all. Seeing the hand constantly walking on his body, he trembled even more.

Just when the inch-cut man wanted to go too far, suddenly, there was a "bang"!

A basketball flew from the sky and hit the inch-cropped man hard on the arm, and the inch-cropped man immediately withdrew his right hand, which wanted to do something wrong, in pain.

He hugged the bruised arm that was hit by the basketball, and looked viciously at the direction the basketball was flying from, which was the direction where Jian Cheng and Lu Anzhao were playing.

"Fuck, who the hell beat me up."

"Get out of here!"

Due to the fact that the two stadiums of Cuntounan and Jiancheng are far apart, and it is getting dark in the evening.

But there are many cut-cut men, and seeing that there are only two of them, they didn't pay much attention to each other's appearance. They just regarded it as two ordinary people in the school pretending to be heroes.

Only the bullied boy was squinting his eyes at this moment, and when he saw Jian Cheng, a strange light flashed in his eyes, as if he recognized him.

As for Jiancheng, he witnessed the whole process from the very beginning, and with his nature, he couldn't ignore it when he saw it. In his opinion, a group of Alphas bullying an Omega is really useless!

Jian Cheng looked back at Lu Anzhao, who was still watching the other side, and said: "You wait for me here for a while, I'll go and deal with them first."

Lu Anzhao turned his head to the side, his eyes seemed to be smiling but not smiling, "Why, aren't we still brothers?"

"If you are a brother, go together. You go alone. Are you afraid that I will hold you back?"

After saying that, Lu Anzhao walked up to Jian Cheng, patted Jian Cheng's shoulder, "Let's go together."

Seeing Lu Anzhao's actions, Jian Cheng suddenly felt a little different in his heart, he was the only one who used to fight every time.

Qin Xiaoran will pretend to be a tiger, and every time he hides behind him to cheer him up, after he finishes solving the other party, Qin Xiaoran looks at him with admiration and says, "Brother Cheng, you are really amazing!"

In the past few years, he has gotten used to being alone, and he hasn't experienced the feeling of fighting side by side for a long time.

But Lu Anzhao let him find the long-lost feeling again,

That is--

The feeling of fighting side by side with brothers.