Professor, do you want an inhibitor?

A freshman student who has just bid farewell to the tension of the third year of high school, it is difficult to regain the pressure once he relaxes.

Since the last semester, he hasn't attended many classes, and he has passed all the things he can and can't.

The other two in the dormitory, Zhao Lu and Song Ming, also don't like to get up early to go to class, and the three of them are lazier than the other.

When Shen Juanyi woke up in the morning, it wasn't very bright yet, he took out his phone from under his pillow and took a look, it was 06:30 in the morning, it was fine.

In April, the dawn is very early.

He stretched out his hand and pulled down the curtain to reveal a gap. Feeling the fresh air for a long time, he couldn't help but took two deep breaths, turned over and got out of bed.

Zhao Lu was awakened by his movement, and sat up abruptly, "I depend on what time it is!"

Shen Juanyi walked to the cabinet, took out his toiletries, and said without looking back, "06:30."

"What are you doing up at 06:30?" Zhao Lu lay back like a corpse, yawned and turned over, muttering, "I thought it was 10:30."

Shen Juanyi didn't answer, but when he closed the door, he paused his fingers, and his eyes suddenly fell on the upper floor of the cabinet.

The school's cabinets are divided into three layers, each with a vertical row. The upper cabinet can be used to hang clothes, the lower cabinet is a square cabinet to store some toiletries, and the bottom is a shoe cabinet.

There was a set of clothes in a smaller size hanging in the long cabinet, which belonged to Fu Qingshu.

After Shen Juanyi came back that day, he entered the dormitory and took his clothes into the bathroom without saying a word. After taking a good shower, he was going to send his clothes to the laundry room.

As a result, just as he was leaving the house, he suddenly remembered that Fu Qingshu's obsession with cleanliness was such a terrible problem, maybe he didn't even plan to take this clothes anymore, so what else did he do to wash.

He takes it back.

Seeing him coming back, Zhao Lu poked his head from the bed and asked strangely, "Aren't you going to do the laundry?"

Shen Juanyi lowered his head and glanced, even if he wanted more, he would probably find it dirty as a washing machine, a tool that has washed countless people.

"I don't have many clothes. I'm too lazy to line up. I'll wash it myself." Then, Shen Juanyi went into the bathroom again, filled the basin with water, and rummaged through the box to find a piece of clothing that his sister bought for him when he was reporting before school started last semester. , I bought a piece of lemongrass-flavored laundry soap at the same time.

He hadn't washed his clothes before, and after rubbing them for a long time, he felt that they should be almost clean. He rinsed them in the sink many times before he found the hangers and hung them on the balcony.

His clothes smelled like laundry detergent, but Fu Qingshu's suit, which smelled like fresh lemongrass, was out of place.

Shen Juanyi stretched out his hand, touched the white shirt, and it suddenly popped up in his mind that when he was wearing it, he took it back instantly as if it was burning.

"Uncle Shen, why are you in a daze there?" Zhao Lu was woken up and couldn't fall asleep, and after tossing and turning for a long time, he also woke up, saw Shen Juanyi still standing there after putting on his clothes, and stretched out his hand to push him.

Shen Juanyi came back to his senses, "It's okay, why are you getting up too?"

Zhao Lu yawned, and casually asked him unconsciously: "I don't know either, let's go to the cafeteria to have a meal and see what's available today, hey, then why are you up?"

"I'll get up for class." Shen Juanyi said.

"..." Zhao Lu was in a daze for two seconds, then suddenly laughed, "I fucked up Uncle Shen, you laughed soberly, hahahahaha you are in class, is this a new joke?"

Shen Juanyi squeezed out some toothpaste and stuffed it into his mouth to brush his teeth silently, turning a blind eye to his smile and not hearing his smile. Zhao Lu pulled up his trousers and flushed the toilet. He came over to wrap his arms around his shoulders without washing his hands. Shen Juanyi stared at him and shrank back.

"Okay, I'll stay away." Zhao Lu turned on the faucet to wash his hands, and began to wash his hands. He mumbled with his toothbrush in his mouth, "Are we still playing today? It seems that the weather is not very good, it's annoying, and I don't want to play indoors." .”

Shen Juan stopped his hands, brushed his teeth and rinsed before saying, "I won't fight today."

"No, do you really want to go to class?"

"Ah."

"Why?" Zhao Lu couldn't figure it out, Shen Juanyi, a person who doesn't lack money, looks, and crazy bees and butterflies, why can't he think about learning.

Doesn't he hate nerds the most?

"Why, my ancestors said that all things are inferior to those who study well, you don't understand, you are a scumbag." After Shen Juanyi washed his face, he unabashedly despised him and went out of the bathroom.

Zhao Lu wiped his face blankly and followed.

In fact, Shen Junyi didn't really love to study, he was because of Fu Qingshu's words.

Fu Qingshu said he couldn't do it.

No one can say he can't.

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Early in the morning, eight twenty.

Shen Juanyi walked into the classroom from the back door, the originally noisy classroom fell silent for an instant, and they all looked at him as if they had seen a ghost.

The female students whispered why he came suddenly, and a few boys who were still playing well immediately laughed and teased him: "Oh, Mr. Shen, why did you come to our class so early, what's the matter?"

Shen Juanyi sat down, raised his eyelids, and the boy immediately stopped laughing.

Shen Juanyi became famous after beating up a few Alphas with his bare hands on the day of the university registration. Afterwards, troublemakers always came to make trouble, and he taught them one by one to beg for mercy on the ground.

His name, among the Alphas he knew, was basically equal to the top figure, and no one dared to mess with him.

Some girls or Omega encountered someone blackmailing them outside. If they said they were from the 19th grade of the Medical Department of Pingcheng University, they would give three points of face, all because Shen Juan was not easy to mess with.

Everyone privately said that he is more social than a social person, and he has an air of fearlessness all over his body, and his pheromones are also very arrogant, bloody.

It can frighten some people at all.

half an hour.

"I'm here to gain knowledge." Shen Juanyi suddenly smiled, found a book from somewhere, and threw it on the table, "Why, you're not welcome?"

Following his words, the atmosphere thawed again and became lively. The boy laughed and said, "Don't dare, but do you know what class this is next?"

Shen Juanyi was silent for a while, calmly said: "I don't know."

"..."

The class bell rang, and the students found their seats to sit down. Shen Juanyi moved a little to the side and sat by the window.

Although he said that he would apply for Fu Qingshu's laboratory next semester, his major was not suitable. He was studying medicine, and Fu Qingshu was engaged in genetic research. Although he had a little hook, the hook was a bit fragile.

His high school grades were actually okay, [-] points higher than Pingcheng University's cut-off mark, which is already very good, but since he entered college, he only played games when he was out of fighting.

Typically do everything except study.

Fu Qingshu's laboratory is the most difficult and strictest in Pingcheng University. Any student who enters will be personally reviewed by him, whether he goes through the back door or whatever. It is almost impossible for him to enter.

What was he doing at that time to have a good time, Shen Juan rested his chin, looked at the empty podium, and suddenly remembered that indifferent and expressionless face.

The fingertips were unconsciously placed on the table, and the regularity seemed to be some kind of rhythm.

A few days ago on the mountain, the moment he opened the car door, Fu Qingshu turned his head. There was a flash of panic and embarrassment on his face. He wanted to hide the tattoo on his body.

Shen Juan thought about his back thoughtfully, the tattoos that almost took up the entire back did not match his disciplined face at all.

Because of the panic, the wet eyelashes covered with rain trembled twice.

Under the extreme conflict, the pheromone almost rushed out to greet him.

If it wasn't for the rain and the cold weather kept him calm, he would have exploded on the spot.

These few days, Xu Yi asked for leave to go home. He didn't go to the laboratory, and he didn't see Fu Qingshu for more than half a week. He probably still had that indifferent face.

I don't know if I went on a blind date again.

Go ahead.

From the time he knew Fu Qingshu, as far as he knew, he went on blind dates more than five times, tsk, are their Betas so anxious to get married and carry on the family line?

Shen Juan thought for a while, Omega will also get pregnant, whoever he marries in the future, will he also give birth to him?

For no reason, Fu Qingshu's face suddenly popped up in his mind, that thin body was wearing the white coat he was used to wearing in the laboratory.

His belly was slightly bulging, and the buttons of his white coat were a little hard to fasten, and his slender waist couldn't support his stomach. He would support his waist slightly while looking down at the experimental data.

His face was still so indifferent, as if the belly had nothing to do with him, he tilted his head again and said, "Get out, don't dirty my laboratory."

Shen Juanyi was silent for a while, feeling like he saw a ghost.

He's out of his mind.

Fu Qingshu is a beta, pregnant with a ghost, not to mention that he hates himself so much, even if he is really pregnant, it won't be his, he can't wait to strangle himself to death.

A few days ago on the mountain, the moment he opened the car door, Fu Qingshu's face had a flash of panic and embarrassment, and then he immediately turned his back to cover the large tattoo behind him.

He couldn't help but wonder what that face, which was extremely abstinent, would look like if there were some other expressions.

Shen Juanyi propped his chin, fantasizing for a long time, satisfying himself to the greatest extent.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and 10 minutes had passed since the class, and the teacher still hadn't come.

Zhao Lu joked beside him, "Could it be that the new teacher knew that Shen Juanyi came to class, so he didn't dare to come, you should apologize quickly, Mr. Shen."

Shen Juan raised his head and smiled: "Okay, I apologize."

After speaking, he stood up, threw the book in front of Zhao Lu, and said, "Let's go."

At the same time, a figure appeared in front of the classroom door, holding a book in his right hand, pushing the door open with his left hand, his palm still pressed against the door, and his eyes suddenly collided with him.

Fu Qingshu?

Shen Juan lowered his head subconsciously, and glanced at all the classmates. He probably went to the wrong classroom.

A few days ago, they witnessed Teacher Song being taken away by an ambulance. Afterwards, the counselor said that a new teacher would be arranged in the school to replace the class, but they didn't take it seriously.

Shen Juanyi didn't even read the news, so naturally he didn't know.

Fu Qingshu only glanced at him, then looked away, walked up to the podium with two textbooks in his hand, raised his head, and turned his eyes back to the crane standing alone in the class.

"want to go out?"

Shen Juan could hear the slight sarcasm in his tone, a smile suddenly appeared in his eyes, and he sent out his voice unhurriedly: "I won't go out, I have to listen to your lecture."

"In that case, sit down."

Shen Juanyi leaned back in his chair. He sat in a corner, leaning against the wall, and looked at Fu Qingshu who was half covered on the podium with impunity.

The spotless white shirt and black trousers, the opening and closing of his lips seemed to send out a breath of cedar-like air-conditioning, and that flirtatious tattoo appeared in his mind unconsciously.

Gee.

The author has something to say: an Alpha with a brain full score, you probably won’t believe it if you tell me, I’ve already run through a famous mountain in my mind,