After installing A, I was marked by the school grass

Chapter 11

When the radio rang for the third time, the voice of the dean appeared at the door: "Why haven't you gathered in the playground yet, which class are you from?"

The students who had gathered around the report card scattered like birds and beasts, and disappeared without a trace.

The classroom quickly became empty, Shen Xingjian raised his eyes and saw the sugar packets on Qin Heng's desk.

It was a big bag, silently mocking Shen Xingjian's self-indulgence.

Shen Xingjian: "..."

He can only be thankful now that Qin Heng didn't know that the candy was given by him.

Such a stupid thing, once in this life is enough.

The more Shen Xingjian looked at it, the more unpleasant it became. At that moment, he suddenly understood something.

Qin Heng is a Beta, he doesn't like sweets, and he is not delicate, let alone like him.

This world is divided into three types of people, and Beta will only be with Beta, the reason is very simple, Alpha and Omega need each other's pheromones, in other words, they have no marks, and it is easy to lose control outside.

And Beta cannot be marked, nor can it be marked.

They are indifferent by nature and can't understand the other two types of people's extremely fanatical mood during the estrus period, so they only look for the same kind, have a sense of security, and don't have to worry too much about the other party's cheating.

Thinking about it now... Qin Heng really looks like a Beta, from head to toe, but he never thought about that aspect from the beginning to the end.

Qin Heng's appearance really doesn't look like a Beta, but his character is indeed.

Shen Xingjian was about to destroy the candy bag, and he reached out to touch the bag. He had been choosing in the supermarket for a long time, and the one he finally picked out was very good in taste, and it was also a brand he often ate, but the packaging was indeed cheap, plastic The squishing crunch is clearly audible.

But it was drowned out by a louder bang—the opening of the door.

The quality of the door in their class is not good, and every time it is pushed open, it will make a toothache sound, and the angle of inclination forms a perfect arc of friction with the ground, like the last struggle.

Shen Xingjian's eyebrows twitched, and somehow he felt a sense of guilt. He subconsciously turned around and saw that the boy who pushed the door and entered was none other than Qin Heng.

When Qin Heng came in, he obviously didn't expect anyone else to be there. He met Shen Xingjian's gaze, then slowly looked down... facing Shen Xingjian's hand holding the sugar bag, he slightly raised his eyebrows.

Shen Xingjian's mind went blank.

Giving a gift and regretting taking it back never existed in his life.

Anyway, I don't know he sent it.Thinking of it this way, Shen Xingjian gained a bit of confidence, and he said, "What are you looking at?"

His tone was harsh and fierce, completely different from his usual soft-spoken tone.

Qin Heng thought.

So... mad?

He calmly looked away and walked to his desk.

Shen Xingjian felt that the package he was holding in his hand had turned into a thorny piece of hot charcoal.

"You didn't send me off." Qin Heng said lightly, "Do you regret it?"

Shen Xingjian was taken aback for a moment: "Who said I sent you off."

Qin Heng said slowly: "You didn't give it to me, what are you going to do with it?"

"I just," Shen Xingjian thought for a long time but couldn't come up with a reason about why he didn't let go of the things on Qin Heng's table for a long time, and finally said in his usual tough style, "I'm curious, see Can't you?"

"En." Qin Heng replied, put his finger on the zipper of the school uniform, and started to pull it down, and said casually, "If you like it, I will give it to you."

Shen Xingjian was stunned for a moment, his attention was all used to think about what excuses he should find next, and he didn't notice Qin Heng's actions at all: "This is given to you by someone else, why did you send me?"

As he spoke, he felt annoyed again: "Are you always so casual with the gifts that others give you?"

This indifferent Beta.

"If you don't want it, I'll take it away." Shen Xingjian said, thinking that if he knew this, he might as well buy a ham sausage and feed it to the dog, at least the dog would wag its tail at him——

Just as he was thinking, a shadow came from the sky, Shen Xingjian subconsciously caught it, and found that it was an autumn coat.

Qin Heng took off the outer one, and only wore a summer shirt. There was a bit of coldness in his freshness, like a mixture of contradictions.

"This is an apology."

—

The ceremonial process of raising the national flag is really boring.

The sun was shining in the morning, and the students became impatient one after another. The principal's speech was a little blurred after being exposed to the sun.

"The development goal of our school this school year is still to strive for..."

In the team, a few boys were laughing and joking, pushing and shoving, having fun.

Liang Hang is not tall, standing in the middle, looking back from time to time.

"What are you looking at?" the boy next to him asked him.

"Why hasn't Brother Shen come yet?" Liang Hang said.

"When did Brother Shen come to raise the national flag?" Another boy said, "It's so cool, I want to be so cool too."

"If you want to be called a parent, you can try." Someone replied, causing a burst of laughter.

Shen Xingjian is a special existence among the students.

He often commits crimes, sleeps in class, and never comes to raise the national flag, but the old class has nothing to do with him. No one has ever seen Shen Xingjian's parents in the office, and even at the parent meeting, Shen Xingjian's seat is empty. of.

Curious as hell, but no one dares to ask.

The people in the class have a sense of distance from Shen Xingjian, as if, I am from the society and you are a student, there is a natural generation gap between me and you, we can play, but we don't talk about anything else.

From their point of view, Shen Xingjian is like a school bully. He is a life of feasting and drinking, and that is probably that kind of life.

"The following announces a notice of disciplinary action against students Shen Xingjian and Qin Heng from Class [-] of High School who ignored school discipline and rules last Friday and entered the school over the wall..."

The principal was still announcing that the students in Class [-] were blown up: "Damn it? What's going on! Brother Shen and Qin Heng climbed over the wall together? Why didn't I know about this!"

They were not surprised at all that Shen Xingjian climbed over the wall, but Qin Heng - the first grade fresh out of the oven this morning, only transferred for a week, how could he get involved with the school bully and climb over the wall together?

This sounds like a fantasy.

Is there anyone else named Qin Heng in their class?

The other classes didn't know who Qin Heng was, but Shen Xingjian's name was so famous that almost no one didn't know him.

So the gossip spread.

"I just heard from the tenth class. They said that Qin Heng is Shen Xingjian's back table. They have a good relationship. Qin Heng even spoke for him."

"How did I hear that Qin Heng and Shen Xingjian have a bad relationship? They said that Qin Heng had to wipe down the table Shen Xingjian leaned against several times!"

"Hey, the latest news, the results of the last quiz came out, do you know who is the first in grade? Qin Heng from Class Ten! I heard it's a Beta!"

After the meeting, the principal finished reading the results of the report, and it was the student's turn to read the review process, but the people below were still very noisy.

Two figures, one blue and one white, stepped onto the rostrum unhurriedly one by one. They were tall and tall in black hair and white clothes, with a cold feeling of being isolated from outsiders between their brows and eyes. A small part of the T-shirt with the splashed ink pattern inside was exposed, and he abruptly wore it in a rebellious style, and the earrings hidden in the chestnut hair shone wantonly in the sun when he turned his head sideways.

so dazzling.

No one commanded the order of the scene, but the students suddenly fell silent in an incomparably tacit understanding.

There was only one microphone on the rostrum. After playing with it a couple of times, the blue clothes handed it to the white clothes. Then, without knowing what happened, he seemed to change his mind. He held the microphone with one hand, and rested the other loosely on the microphone pole.

What he said next could be regarded as a milestone for the students of No. [-] Middle School. At that time, someone even recorded it excitedly, and it was regarded as one of the classic quotations of school bullies by later students.

"Hi everyone, I'm Shen Xingjian from Class [-] of Senior High. You should all know me. It was my fault to bring a new classmate over the wall. I admit it."

Shen Xingjian didn't glance at Qin Heng's review at all.

Completely unscripted.

"As for how to turn it over, don't ask me or Qin Heng, just buy a ladder."

The crowd laughed.

The principal listened suspiciously, and asked the teacher next to him in a low voice: "Is this the review he wrote?"

Teacher: "...I don't know either."

The sound quality of the microphone is excellent, and it can be heard clearly even in a radius of ten miles.

The incomparably clear, undisciplined and pleasant voice that belonged exclusively to the seventeen or eighteen-year-old boy spread steadily. It was the arrogance that was not afraid of the sky and the earth, and it was the flash of superciliousness that still caught the eyes of others astonishingly.

"Then, don't worry about those who report me. I don't care. It doesn't matter if you don't have good PS skills. You deliberately changed the font to think I couldn't see it? There are still two years left. If you don't drop out of school, I will lose." Shen Xingjian paused, He turned his head and glanced at Qin Heng.

At that moment, only he and Qin Heng were on the stage, and everyone was below.

It was as if the world belonged to them alone.

"It's enough to criticize one person, and reading a thousand words will delay your study, so let's go here." Shen Xingjian retracted his eyes and raised the corners of his mouth, and casually threw the microphone back to its original position. The poor microphone was still persistently closed. The sound of the last sentence——

He said: "I wish everyone a happy study and a bright future."

The author has something to say: Qin Heng: The sugar is gone: (

Thanks to the little angel who threw the landmines: soft body and sweet O1;

Today, Little Xingxing is still willing to show you a talent, except for Bidong Qin Heng.

Crushing a boulder on his chest, standing on his head with his bare hands, beating up ten gangsters with one hand... what?

Bite him?We are serious people and don't play with people who pretend to be B!

Qin Heng: humming╭(╯^╰)╮