The omega in the whole school is not as good as me

There was the sound of the doorknob being twisted, and Duan Jiaran jumped to the door with one leg.

"I'll get it, I'll get it."

He bent down and snatched the shopping bag from Zhao Qiyou's hand. After all, he can't do nothing and just enjoy himself.

His eyes flicked over the other party's distinct knuckles, and there were some inconspicuous bloodstains on them.

Duan Jiaran frowned, took Zhao Qiyou's hand and held it in front of his eyes to observe carefully, and said, "Why did you get hurt?"

Why did you hurt your hand while shopping for vegetables?

The warm breath hit his fingers, and Zhao Qiyou shrank his palms, fearing that he would get dirty, so he pulled out his hand with a little force, and walked towards the kitchen with the bag.

He said calmly, "It's okay."

It was all right, the blood wasn't his after all.

There was a sound of closing the door, and Ning Guang and Duan Jiasong followed closely behind.

I don't know what happened, his brother's hair is a mess, like a chicken coop.

Associating the abnormalities of the two together, Duan Jiaran realized something, and his expression was displeased: "You didn't fight with my brother downstairs, did you?"

Zhao Qiyou stopped, thinking about how to explain.

"certainly not!"

Before he could speak, Duan Jiasong was extremely agitated, and sat down heavily on the sofa with a dirty face.

Duan Jiaran stared blankly at the other two, but Ning Guang and Zhao Qiyou looked at both sides at the same time tacitly.

What did these people do without telling him?

Seeing that his younger brother was furious, Duan Jiaran decided to coax him first.

"No, no, why are you so fierce? Then tell me what happened."

It's good that he didn't mention it, as soon as Duan Jiasong heard his voice, he remembered that his brother was humiliated behind his back, and his eyes were wet instantly.

The younger brother's big eyes suddenly filled with two pots of tears, Duan Jiaran was frightened and frantically looked for tissues.

Duan Jiasong took the tear-wiping paper with trembling lips, hugged his brother tightly, and wept silently on his chest.

Duan Jiaran patted his younger brother's back with stiff arms, and comforted him: "I'm ashamed, I'm still crying at such an age. Who bullied you?"

He shook his head and did not answer, Duan Jiaran asked the other two again.

Ning Guang wanted to say, but saw Duan Jiasong's warning eyes a second before he opened his mouth, held back his words, stiffened his body and shook his head.

Zhao Qiyou also learned to shake his head, but Duan Jiaran couldn't ask anything from the two of them, so he gave up, and also ignored the blood stained on Zhao Qiyou's hands.

When the crisis was over, while Duan Jiaran was being stalked by his younger brother, Zhao Qiyou brought Ning Guang into the kitchen to humbly ask for help.

"What's the matter, tell brother." Duan Jiaran rarely softened his tone, and straightened his brother's body.

Duan Jiasong's mood gradually stabilized, and he wiped away the tears from the corners of his eyes. He didn't intend to tell the truth to make his brother sad, so he said coquettishly, "Brother, I want to eat ice cream."

But I didn't expect Duan Jiaran to misunderstand, and he taught me a lesson in disbelief: "In a few days, you will be fifteen, not five, and you still lost your temper because of an ice cream. I'm really used to you, stay away from me!"

Duan Jiasong, who got a head bun and an ice cream, became more and more aggrieved, but he could only swallow the sweet ice cream, and sat in a small corner resentfully, taking the scapegoat on his back.

"Jiaran, let's eat." Ning Guang's voice came from the dining table.

Thanks to Ning Guang's help, Zhao Qiyou made a dinner semi-autonomously. It didn't look very good, but the taste was really good.

Sensing the signal from the taste buds, Duan Jiaran raised his eyebrows in surprise, admiring Zhao Qiyou even more in his heart, but he also wondered why the taste of this dish was inexplicably familiar.

Seeing Duan Jiaran give him a thumbs up, Zhao Qiyou's tense heartstrings relaxed slightly.

At night, Zhao Qiyou had washed up and was about to draw the curtains and go to sleep, when a strange car light flashed by under the building, and after understanding the big problem of dinner, he had the energy to recall the familiar car figure again.

It seemed that there were some not-so-good memories in his heart, Zhao Qiyou's eyes were dark, he firmly closed the curtains, turned off the lights and went to sleep.

In the dimly lit room, a dark head looked around, tangled and tentative for a moment, but the chubby little hand still couldn't resist reaching for the doorknob.

"What are you doing here?!"

Suddenly there was a shrill female voice in the room.

Immediately afterwards, there was the sound of smashing objects, and the glass bottle was swept to the ground, shards flying everywhere.

Then there was the incessant screaming.

The child was so frightened that he couldn't move, and when he reacted and was about to run away, he was grabbed from behind.

His little head was controlled by someone, and when he looked back, a pale face with disheveled hair suddenly approached.

The secretive smile on the other party's face finally scared the child to tears.

"Woooooooooo! Mom! I was wrong, mommy wooooo."

When the woman heard his name, her smile disappeared, her face was ferocious, and she pushed the child down forcefully.

The woman grabbed her hair, raised her head and screamed, her scarlet mouth opened wide: "Ah!! Don't call me mom, I'm not your mom! It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"

After shouting, the room fell into a moment of peace.

The woman seemed to have calmed down, looking coldly at the little boy lying on the ground crying.

If it weren't for the tears in his eyes, the thin child almost seemed to be dead, fragile and motionless, like a broken old doll.

The woman squatted down and pushed the broken doll on the ground, and the other party let her play with it.

A nervous smile floated on his cheeks again, and he kept muttering: "Hahaha, are you dead?"

"It's all your fault, it's all your fault. Kill you, kill you..."

The woman stretched out her trembling hands towards the little boy's neck, and tightened suddenly the moment she pressed against his flesh, her long and pointed nails almost digging into the boy's flesh.

The child finally reacted, he kicked his legs towards the air, and the remaining strength was exhausted in this useless game.

Just before he fell into a coma, he silently called "Dad".

I don't know how long it has passed, and the eyelids are as heavy as lead. The little boy on the bed struggled to open his eyes, and finally saw the light again.

Is this... a hospital?

No.

Zhao Qiyou stared at the ceiling for a long time before he recovered, propped himself up and leaned against the head of the bed.

Why did you start dreaming again?

The curtains were not drawn tight last night, but the light coming in was not obvious, and it was still early.

Zhao Qiyou didn't intend to go back to sleep, and went to the living room to fill a large glass of water after washing.

Back in the room, after standing and thinking for a while, Zhao Qiyou still took out the cigarette from the bedside table.

The lighter was placed for too long, and it took several attempts to succeed.

Zhao Qiyou sat in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, leaned on the back chair and raised his legs, staring at the unextinguished street lamp outside the window.

How long ago was that?Three or four?

In that almost airtight room, his Omega mother wanted to kill him.

Zhao Qiyou couldn't remember what happened afterwards, but from that day on he began to see the Alpha's father who was barely homeless, and he never saw his mother again.

There were a few calls, and the mother's tone was as if she was being tortured, but it was much more normal, as if that encounter was just Zhao Qiyou's fantasy.

There was the sound of the door opening outside the bedroom, someone must have woken up.

Zhao Qiyou's thoughts were interrupted, only then did he realize that the sparks from the cigarette handle were about to burn his hand.

In the smog, Zhao Qiyou didn't seem to feel the pain just now, lowered his eyes and pressed the smoke out, and threw it into the trash can.

In order to prevent Duan Jiaran from noticing the smell of smoke on his body, Zhao Qiyou deliberately went back to the bathroom to clean up the smell.

But I'm always afraid of something.

On the way to school, Zhao Qiyou felt Duan Jiaran's strange behavior and stopped, and the latter's excellent nose tip hit his chin.

Soft lips rubbed against his neck, Zhao Qiyou's Adam's apple rolled, lowered his eyes to resist the turbulence, and asked hoarsely: "What?"

As he spoke, he stroked Duan Jiaran's neck with his fingertips, as if he wanted to straighten his head, but the feeling of the gland being touched was very strange, Duan Jiaran hid his head aside, and slapped Zhao Qiyou's troublesome hand away.

"Hey, AA can't kiss you. Are you smoking? I smell it."

Zhao Qiyou moved his hand to the opponent's shoulder calmly, and said calmly, "Well, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back."

Then he added: "I'm quitting."

"Heh, the willpower is not strong enough, you should be punished!" Duan Jiaran pretended to be serious, but soon couldn't hold back, stopped Zhao Qiyou with a smile, and said righteously: "I'm just kidding, but you still have to smoke less. It's harmful to your body. not good."

"Ah."

There is only an elevator on one side of the school, and there are many people lined up in front of the door. The two planned to take the stairs because they were afraid of trouble.

Maybe it's a freshman, acquaintance with him for the second time, when Zhao Qiyou proposed to carry Duan Jiaran upstairs, he thought that he had endured the more shameful things, why should he be afraid of them.

Laziness quickly defeated reason, and Duan Jiaran readily agreed.

"rush!"

After the two main players left yesterday, the substitute Guo Lesheng played a role. I didn't expect that She Yan's training effect was not bad.

He had only practiced for a short time, and he performed well, at least letting class 2 win.

When the two rushed to the classroom, Guo Lesheng immediately reported the good news.

With a piece of cake stuffed in his mouth, Duan Jiaran lay on Zhao Qiyou's back and did not forget to feed the person who carried him. He sat down on the seat and put down his schoolbag without losing sight of his work. Hearing this, he nodded happily and praised.

After receiving the compliments from the two, Guo Lesheng scratched his head in embarrassment: "Hey, it's mainly because the other side is too good."

Then he asked: "How is your injury? It seems to be serious." Seeing that he couldn't even walk.

Duan Jiaran swallowed his breakfast with soy milk, and motioned him to look at his injured leg.

Guo Lesheng glanced at it and took a deep breath.

"It's not a big problem. No bones are hurt. Yesterday was an accident."

Duan Jiaran waved his hands, chuckled dryly, and glanced aside, secretly hoping that the other party would not ask questions about pheromones.

"That's right, if it weren't for those little bastards, your legs wouldn't be hurt."

Although he is a tiger, Guo Lesheng has absorbed countless advanced and excellent knowledge from the novel culture, so he must show loyalty to his good brothers.

"Yesterday, Sun Qi and I found out that the idiot who bumped into you bought the answers for the monthly exam before plagiarizing, and there are conclusive evidence. Today we will help you avenge him. He is finished."

Duan Jiaran smiled sincerely when he heard the words, and shook his head helplessly: "Thank you, it's unnecessary if it's too much trouble."

"It's okay! By the way, what are we going to do next in the class? You two are the better ones. If we're gone now, can we still win?"

Guo Lesheng's family has a lot of money, as long as he thinks, it's not a problem to punish anyone. At this moment, the competition is more important in his heart.

It's impossible for them to encounter scrap iron forever, right?

That's true, it's not that Duan Jiaran is conceited, but after many days of training and yesterday's official competition, he can clearly feel the strength of the class.

The level is good, but the further you go, the stronger the team will be.

Wait, he was the only one who got hurt.

"Qi You can go back and fight... can you?"

After Duan Jiaran finished the previous sentence, he felt a little self-doubt, bumped his deskmate on the shoulder, and raised his chin to signal for the other party to answer.

After all, Zhao Qiyou didn't take the initiative to apply to participate in the ball game back then, it was all called by Duan Jiaran, now that he's gone, it's a bit embarrassing to ask others to stay.

In fact, it was purely people's worries. Although Zhao Qiyou was not active in group activities, it was not his style to run away without reason.

Just as he was about to agree, the phone in his pocket vibrated.

Zhao Qiyou took it out, and the black screen of the phone lit up for a moment, and the string of numbers displayed made him a little dazed, and his eyes gradually darkened.

Duan Jiaran saw that he didn't answer for a long time and didn't have a note, so he thought it was just a harassing call, so he pestered Zhao Qiyou to give him an answer first.

"Okay, Pai Pai?" Duan Jiaran seemed to be coquettish, and Guo Lesheng secretly made a vomiting expression.

"Okay." Zhao Qiyou rubbed his hair gently, but his voice was a bit abnormal.

Duan Jiaran keenly felt something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what it was.

He could only frown, seeing that the other party didn't even give him a look, and walked outside with his mobile phone.