Pure Love Guide ABO

I groped for a while in the compartment of the Internet cafe before I found the place to insert the card.The last time I came to an Internet cafe was one or two years ago. In order to cut homework for the latter class, I stayed up all night in the Internet cafe for two days.

Smelling the thick smell of smoke all around, I was so sleepy, but I had to lie down in front of the computer to open and proofread the files one by one, and I had to stare at the final rendering to prevent the downtime from causing myocardial infarction.

After randomly picking a computer by the window to log in, I opened the webpage and searched the post bar, and tried to log in.I have registered a Tieba account, and that was many years ago.At that time, I had just learned to surf the Internet, and the first time I used a computer was to post on the post bar. After being replied by chance, I felt that there were many kind-hearted people in the post bar.

Now of course I know what a mixed bag Tieba is.The largest number of users in Tieba are male Betas, who have strong hostility towards homosexuals and Alphas. In Tieba, many spat posts with more than [-] replies are due to provoking gender antagonism.

I browsed through my posting records casually, and found that the post posted on the emotional bar many years ago is still there. I rarely feel nostalgic. I opened my watch list to see that kind netizen. Now Are you still using Post Bar?

It's a pity that when I clicked on his homepage, I found that there were almost no updates on him, which means that this account has not been used much in the years since I forgot to post it.

It seems that the Internet is also a place where things are easy to change.

I stared at that netizen's homepage, feeling a little melancholy, and unconsciously clicked on a private message to send him a message.

"A lot of things have happened recently. When I re-logged in to the post bar and saw you, I suddenly felt that it was so good before."

I sent this line with little thought.

Maybe he thought he couldn't see anyway.

I remember you advised me not to care too much about other people's opinions, because people ask for each other.But after all these years, I still...

I stopped here and sighed involuntarily.

what am i doing?

I deleted that jargon again.

"Actually, I always thought that what you said made sense. But no matter how I understand it, I still can't do it."

I typed and hit send again.

In fact, looking back on what happened during this period, it still feels like a dream.The teacher I once knew and admired suddenly turned into the writer I admired the most. The sense of distance that was originally far away was suddenly shattered, and he could always tease me easily.

But it was quickly re-sealed.Because I suddenly found that I couldn't touch his real thoughts.

His every move can make me care about him more than the last second, but I can't confirm whether he is really in love.

It's purely liking a young body——

It's hard not to be so skeptical.I have written so many ethics, and my predecessors are all beautiful Omega, so why don't I be afraid.

It would be terrible if I really fell in love with him and still didn't know anything about him.I hate this.

But facing Teacher Jiang, I couldn't reveal my thoughts as straightforwardly as I did to Wei Qin.I don't even think I can ask him how much you love me.

If he says yes, will I believe it?Should I believe it?

As long as he doesn't confess for a day, I will feel insecure.And I can't force him to confess at all.Heck, I've even had weird delusions because of this sort of thing—sudden superpowers like mind reading or something.

I'm a Beta.

I don't have the damn pheromones, I have no way of controlling my partner's crush on me.You even have to worry about other Omega hooking at him and messing him up.

Teacher Jiang is like a perfectly tailored gift to me that cannot be opened.

Will I become one of Teacher Jiang's many predecessors?

What's more, I think I still look a bit like the Omega he was obsessed with.

I've never felt so miserable before.It turns out that it will be so difficult when the choice really falls on me——I persuaded Tang Jiajia in the same way before.

"Try it".

Keren's true feelings are limited.

In contrast, Wei Qin freed me from this burden at all.I don't know why, I don't seem to have this kind of worry when I'm with him, but it seems that I can't get back the kind of heartbeat I had many years ago.

The way he stood in the sun and opened his arms to me, I didn't need any worries to run to him at that time.

But not now.

I do not know why either.

I stared blankly at the screen, and unconsciously touched the corner of my mouth with my fingers. Thinking of those kisses, I felt pain in my eye sockets.

If only these Alphas never appeared in my life?

I won't bother with this kind of thing anymore.I thought to myself.

Yes, he must be wrong, he obviously didn't know anything, so he came to tease me... I became a little angry again.

Immersed in this emotion, it took me a long time to find a new reply hanging on the computer screen.

"what happened?"

30 seconds ago, from a netizen who I just sent a lot of messages without thinking.

I opened my eyes wide suddenly, feeling extremely embarrassed--you must be lying, why did this person reply just at this moment?Haven't you used the post bar for many years?

This... can't be such a coincidence, can it?I looked at the screen excitedly and ignorantly, and quickly tapped the keyboard.

"How did you reply???"

I can't express my shock in words.

"I thought you didn't use this account anymore, sorry for complaining so much to you"

sorry.I clicked several kneeling emoticons, and was too embarrassed to look at the screen. I simply reduced the window first, and then hurriedly posted the kind of post I planned to post from the beginning.

This time I picked a tree hole.

I directly said that I am a Beta, but recently I have been chased by two Alphas in a row, one of them was my first love... In fact, I still said it in a mess in the end, I didn't post it for people to understand.

After thinking about it, I sent a sentence on the last floor.

"Should I believe in myself or Alpha?"

After posting the post, I finally mustered up the courage to face the chat box page.

Unexpectedly, the other party sent several messages, but not before picking me up.

"Are you trapped by love?"

"So everyone is a loser, I got dumped recently. He's also a Beta."

Unexpectedly, the other party seems to have read my post, with a very kind tone.

"Why?" I asked subconsciously.

"I have a past that is difficult to talk about."

The tone of the strange netizen looked very stable under the regular punctuation marks.

"If he finds out, he will only hate me. Then I might as well bury myself, like the nightingale looking for red roses."

I watched those words and got up from my seat in horror.

Why do you always feel that something is wrong with the other person—the sense of instant vision that he seems to kill himself at any time?