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

"This year's Tomb-sweeping Day just happens to be on Friday, and there are three days of weekends in a row. After finishing homework, everyone will take advantage of the opportunity to have a good rest." The day before Tomb-sweeping Day came in a blink of an eye, and the head teacher announced the start of the holiday in the self-study class.

As soon as the words were finished, a bold student raised his hand and asked: "Teacher, the school won't take a break, right?"

Looking at the expectant expressions of the crowd, Wang Wu sighed helplessly, and gave the answer everyone was looking forward to: "No rest."

The whole class cheered: "Yeah!"

No matter how gentle the head teacher is, he will always be the public enemy of the students during the holidays. No, Wang Wu said something that affected the mood before the students were happy.

"Quiet, don't be too happy too early, even if there are three days off in Qingming, you can't miss your studies. The school cooperated with several colleges and universities in neighboring provinces to produce a few test papers, which have already been brought to the office. The representatives of each subject..."

There was a lot of applause from the audience. Sure enough, the school would never let the students have a happy holiday.Regarding this kind of disappointing news, only the class cadres are still listening to the teacher, and the rest of them put away the test papers and start packing their schoolbags.

Wang Wu made a summary on the stage: "Okay, that's all. If the teachers of each subject assign any extra homework, the class representatives will come up and write on the blackboard."

Holding their schoolbags on their seats, the eager students could only watch dejectedly as a group of class representatives wrote devilish words on the blackboard.

Different from the anxiety of other students, Duan Jiaran stared blankly at the blackboard, with his schoolbag already on his back, waiting for the bell to ring.

After all, no matter how much homework there is, Duan Jiaran will not do it all by himself, and he usually lives like a vacation.

Duan Jiaran shook his legs and waited for get out of class to end, when the bell rang, Zhao Qiyou slowly packed up his things.

Duan Jiaran thought that he would have to wait for a long time, but he didn't realize that it would be all right after a while. He was patted on the shoulder before he came back to his senses.

Zhao Qiyou: "Let's go."

Looking back, Zhao Qiyou didn't bring anything related to study at all, and the jacket that he took off in the morning was stuffed in his schoolbag.

For a while, Jiaran felt that she was too obedient.But after struggling on the spot for a while, he still didn't learn that the other party didn't bring homework.

"It will be checked on Monday." Duan Jiaran kindly reminded.

The other party nodded in understanding, but did not move.

Coming to a new school, Duan Jiaran didn't want to write self-criticism every day, so at least the homework before the test was written.

It's strange to say that it seems that Zhao Qiyou has never been seen studying, but he can cope with every inspection and never makes a mistake. Several times Duan Jiaran copied Zhao Qiyou's homework at the critical moment.

Seeing that he was so calm, Duan Jiaran knew that he knew what was on his mind, so he nodded and stopped persuading him.

"Brother, let's go home!"

Duan Jiasong bounced out from the next class and hugged Duan Jiaran.

Rao, the scars on his legs had begun to scab over, and the weight of his younger brother almost knocked Duan Jiaran over.

Duan Jiaran was impatient: "Climb farther away. What home are you going back to? Aren't you going back to your grandma's grave tomorrow?"

"That's right, so I said let's go home together?" After speaking, Duan Jiasong's tone suddenly broke, and hesitantly asked, "Aren't you going back?"

After hearing this, Duan Jiaran realized that his brother was talking about going back to Duan's house.

The relatives of the Duan family are scattered all over the place, and the old people are still alive. They have lived abroad for a long time and rarely have the habit of worshiping their ancestors.

But the Su family is a big traditional family in China, and Duan Jiasong would go back with Su Qi every year.

At this time Duan Jiaran went home, but in the end he was not alone at home.

They are a family of three, why can't they bring Duan Jiaran, an outsider, to the Su family to worship their ancestors?

Duan Jiaran rolled his eyes, and then gave his younger brother a "Isn't this obvious?" look.

Besides, he and Duan Yunying had trouble like that, going home voluntarily means that he bowed his head voluntarily. Duan Jiaran didn't want to get slapped for nothing, and he didn't want to go back to make fun of himself. Didn't he just play whatever he wanted to live alone?

Duan Jiasong wanted to say something else, but Zhao Qiyou took the first step, grabbed Duan Jiaran and walked out domineeringly.

"Let's go first, the grandma who sells sago milk is outside the school gate today."

As the weather gets hotter, hawkers pushing carts and selling homemade drinks will gradually appear on Jingcheng Road.

After Duan Jiaran tried the coconut milk sago made by the grandmother at the school gate once, he couldn't forget it, and he has been clamoring to eat it again for the past few days.

"Really! How do you know?" Duan Jiaran's attention was instantly attracted, and he didn't want to continue to argue with his younger brother, so he just had a reason to avoid it.

Zhao Qiyou opened his eyes and said nonsense: "I heard her yelling outside in class."

"Oh my God, my leg doesn't hurt in an instant! Go, if you don't see it at the door later, you're the only one asking."

Duan Jiaran was full of fighting spirit, as if he was bound to take down the cart.

"Stay around for a while, she will naturally stop setting up a stall when there are fewer students." Zhao Qiyou excitedly provoked Duan Jiaran and teased him.

When Duan Jiaran heard this, what's the matter?He told Duan Jiasong to hurry up, and he was already limping before leaving.

Duan Jiasong stood behind them and looked at his brother and his friend hooking up shoulder to shoulder, their relationship was so good, his eyes were full of envy.

From childhood to adulthood, he tried his best to get close to Duan Jiaran, and was finally accepted by his brother, but his unexpected precociousness and high IQ became a barrier between their brotherhood.

Everyone was worried that Duan Jiasong would be a bad student and hoped that he would become a dragon, but they forgot that their brother was also their pride.

Duan Jiasong tried to correct everyone's views on his brother and ease the relationship between family members, but he always did a bad job, and Duan Jiaran became farther and farther away from him because of this.

Today too, screwed up again.

Maybe it was a long holiday, and there were a lot of people going out to play, but at this point today, there are not many people staying in the school.

The old lady pushing the trolley did come and was about to leave, but fortunately the two arrived in time.

"Grandma, I want iced milk sago, add some red beans, please add more. Do you want anything for Paige?"

Duan Jiaran excitedly looked into the old grandma's small refrigerator, choosing what he liked, and did not forget to ask his friends what to choose.

Most of the elderly like youthful teenagers. Seeing such a lively Duan Jiaran is very happy, and selfishly adds more small things for the two of them.

Feeling the coolness flowing from the throat into the abdomen, Duan Jiaran raised his brows and eyes happily. The iced food is only good to eat in seasons other than summer.

"Ha, it's cool! It's finally time for a holiday! Hey, where do you think we should go?"

Duan Jiaran felt that his legs were pretty good, at least to the extent that he could walk independently, so he refused to be supported by Zhao Qiyou.

But when he exerted a little force, his calf would hurt again, so he leaned against Zhao Qiyou's arm as if he had no bones.

Now both of them couldn't walk properly, Zhao Qiyou was knocked away frequently, so he could only hug his shoulders again.

Suddenly remembered something, Zhao Qiyou asked in a bad tone: "Are you so clingy to everyone?"

He suddenly remembered Duan Jiaran's bad record in Zhou Lili. When the two of them were not familiar with each other, they were often injured. Duan Jiaran is like this now. Didn't Duan Jiaran cling to other friends like this back then?

What's the name, it's Zhang San Li Si.

Duan Jiaran: "Hehe, just kidding, if it wasn't for my gland failure, when would I have suffered such a loss? Otherwise, my leg would have recovered a long time ago... You still despise me, don't you?"

He reacted and cast a sideways glance at the other party.

After saying that, Zhao Qiyou realized that he had overstepped the rules. What right does he have to be in charge now?

He thought Duan Jiaran was really going to be angry, so he sighed and apologized in compromise: "No, I dare not."

But he didn't expect to underestimate the enemy for a moment, as soon as he finished speaking, Duan Jiaran flicked his forehead with an inch.

Duan Jiaran, who had succeeded, was still sticking out his tongue, but half of his cheek was pinched in the next second. He was so painful that he forgot to retract the tip of his tongue, almost biting himself, begging for mercy with his tongue out in a panic.

Zhao Qiyou's mood improved, so he accepted it when he saw it, let go of his hand, and answered the question just now: "Maybe not tomorrow, I will accompany you the day after tomorrow."

"Ah? Are you going home to visit the grave too?"

Duan Jiaran rubbed his face, his attention was diverted, he didn't think about revenge, but his face was full of disappointment.

He just remembered that he never asked others if they wanted to go home!

Duan Jiaran was dejected: "Forget it, don't worry, you are busy with your work."

The small tone was pitiful, seeing his slender eyelashes drooping down, Zhao Qiyou almost impulsively agreed to stay.

But he did have an appointment with someone else, thinking of that afternoon not long ago, Zhao Qiyou's eyes turned cold.

But when Duan Jiaran raised his head again, Zhao Qiyou had returned to normal, and promised with a good temper: "Don't be unhappy, I will come back to accompany you tomorrow afternoon."

Only then did Duan Jiaran become happy, his eyes sparkling and he nodded wildly happily.

After a while, he suddenly felt that the way he got along with his friends became a little strange, and a strange emotion emerged in his heart, so he could only pretend to make a cold snort, and threatened, "Then you promise not to lie to me..."

"I promise!" Before he could finish speaking, Zhao Qiyou stared into his eyes and quickly promised.

"..."

The other party's eyes and attitude were too sincere, Duan Jiaran looked away, silently swallowed the following sentence "If you pigeon me, I will beat you to death", and let this strange way of getting along develop.

"Good boy." Duan Jiaran got Duan Jiaran's compromise, stared at his delicate side face pretending to be serious, and couldn't help saying what was in his heart.

His doting tone made Duan Jiaran creepy, but it was not annoying.

Duan Jiaran opened his eyes wide and waited for the person beside him, but the other person's frank appearance seemed to be thinking too much.

In order to hide the awkwardness in his heart, Duan Jiaran said kindly: "Get lost."

I don't know if it was because of the delay in the journey, but Duan Jiasong walked slower than the leisurely two.

Duan Jiaran stepped into the room and closed the door, but the door was blocked from the outside.

He looked back and saw that it was his younger brother, and asked in surprise, "Why did you come back?"

He had intentionally slowed down and waited for Duan Jiasong, but he never saw Duan Jiasong's figure. He thought that Duan Jiasong came back first.

Duan Jiasong dodged his eyes and said in a muffled voice, "The thing fell."

Duan Jiaran quickly realized that he didn't expose it, and raised his right hand. He also bought it for Duan Jiasong at the small stall just now.

After living together for more than ten years, this understanding is still there. He has long known that his brother will hide and be wronged by himself, and he has already made preparations.

"Brother! Thank you brother!"

Sure enough, a small favor can move a child, Duan Jiasong immediately took it from his elder brother, and then stuck to his elder brother like a rambunctious dog.

Duan Jiaran didn't stop him from rushing to hug, but just sighed: "Let go, let go, hurry up and tidy things up, and go home."

The happy Duan Jiasong was very obedient and obediently went to the bedroom.

At this time, Duan Jiaran was just about to sit down on the sofa when a steady and forceful knock on the door sounded.

Standing outside the door were two muscular black-clothed men. They were similar in height to Duan Jiaran, but much larger in size, giving people a sense of oppression.

Duan Jiaran sensed something was wrong, and asked coldly, "Who are you looking for?"

After the words fell, Zhao Qiyou's voice came from behind, his usually calm and reserved voice was full of displeasure at the moment.

"How did you find it here?"

Zhao Qiyou straightened his brows and glared, he was always serious, such an expression of emotion was rare.

The man at the door finally said: "Master, sir asked me to pick you up."

Zhao Qiyou clenched his fists and restrained his anger, even though he never revealed it to others when he moved out this time, Zhao Xisong's people could find the exact location.

He will never have a secret from his father.

Zhao Qiyou didn't want Duan Jiaran to worry, so he comforted him with his eyes and said to the person at the door: "Okay, let's go."

When passing by them, Zhao Qiyou's fierce eyes swept over the two of them, the people in black lowered their heads slightly, and turned sideways to make way for the young master.

Before getting on the elevator, Zhao Qiyou smiled comfortingly at Duan Jiaran, but the latter still stared at them anxiously as they walked away, and the elevator door closed for a long time before returning to the room slowly.

It feels... Zhao Qiyou's family is a bit strange, Duan Jiaran knows it's not his illusion, but he can't do anything about it, he is anxious and at a loss.

"Brother, are you going out?"

Hearing the sound outside the room, Duan Jiasong came out dragging a small box, and asked his brother who was standing at the door suspiciously.

The appearance of his younger brother's voice finally allowed Duan Jiaran to escape from the complicated emotions. He frowned slightly and quickly sat on the sofa.

He replied perfunctorily, "No."

He found Duan Jiasong carrying the luggage, and chased people away mercilessly: "It's cleared up? Why don't you leave?"

He paused for a while, his tone softened a little, and he asked, "Is someone coming to pick you up?"

"It's so fierce, brother." Duan Jiaran's tone became serious, and Duan Jiasong, who was used to the green tea gesture, ran over and grabbed his arm and acted like a spoiled child, "My dad will come to pick me up, alas."

He heard his brother's subtext, but it's a pity that Su Qi happened to be free today, and Duan Jiasong lost the opportunity to let his brother see him off.

Since Su Qi hasn't come yet, Duan Jiaran stopped urging him to leave, and continued to fall into deep thought.

The air gradually quieted down, and after a while Duan Jiasong said slowly and aggrievedly: "Brother, actually I'm here, I can't be the master alone."

Duan Jiaran sneered: "Of course you can't be the master, a child, you still want to be the master?"

There is something in Duan Jiasong's words, Duan Jiaran is not stupid, so he can't understand.

But it was a funeral, and Duan Jiaran was not interested in listening to any more spoilers, especially the spoilers to intercede for Duan Yunying.

Not to mention that he didn't want to hear it, he reckoned that Duan Yunying didn't need it either.

Duan Jiasong sighed, just when Su Qi called and told him to come downstairs.

Duan Jiaran, the short-lived and lifeless Alpha, was soon left in the room. He lay on the sofa for a while, and the WeChat notification sounded twice in succession.

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