[ABO] Orange can't be bullied

Fang Wenming leaned against the telephone pole and was surrounded by several tall and burly senior students. He was only ten years old and had excellent grades. He had already skipped grades and entered junior high school. A thorn in the side of a student is a thorn in the flesh.

He is holding the schoolbag, which is the most precious thing in his body. His father said that there is a golden house in the book, so what he is holding is the golden house: "I... I... I said, I... I No...it's...little stammer."

The mangy head who had already differentiated into an alpha, with a baggy school uniform hanging on him, laughed and said: "I also said that I am not a stutterer, and I can't finish a complete sentence."

"I said... I said, I... I'm not a little...stuttering."

The lame man threw away his schoolbag, followed the others to condescend, and laughed at the dwarf: "Little stutter, little stutter, little stutter who only cries after studying hard."

"I... am not small... stuttering!"

Wen Wenming's face was covered with tears, and he opened his mouth three or four times to face him. The more anxious he became, the less he could utter a complete sentence.

Pushing them away, Fang Wenming picked up his golden house and ran aimlessly. The bitter cold wind cut his fresh face like a knife, and he fell on the ice. Only then did he realize that he had inadvertently He entered a wood that was still lush and dense in winter.

Suddenly he stepped on a soft white down, and the white jerked away from his feet.

Facing the person who appeared suddenly, Fang Wenming said in a panic, "Yes...I'm sorry...sorry."

The dreaming Mao Bailao was trampled on his tail by humans, and slowly opened his eyes. From the two fluffy white ears growing on the top of his head, he did not get angry because of Fang Wenming's irrationality, and said with great interest: "You see me, don't you?" Are you scared?"

"No...no...don't be afraid."

To be precise, surprise is greater than fear. A half-grown child like Fang Wenming likes anecdotes from Liaozhai the most. He is not satisfied that there are only human beings in this world. The appearance of Mao Bailao just filled the void in his heart.

Mao Bailao smiled softly: "What an interesting human being."

Xiao Fang was stunned, his cheeks were flushed.

"You...you...you look so good-looking."

"I know."

Mao Bai has heard such compliments and compliments for tens of thousands of years, but he is especially useful when they come from such a simple child.

Mao Bailao's ears changed with his words and movements, and Fang Wenming's eyes were full of temptation. He wiped away his tears and bravely said, "I... I... I can... yes, touch... ...Touch your...ears? I...in my pocket...I have a lollipop...candy, I...I can change it for you."

There are five lollipops of various flavors in his bulging pocket. His parents won’t let him eat lollipops, and his teachers won’t let him eat lollipops at school. I lived frugally and bought it secretly with my pocket money.

"Strawberry flavor... I like it the most, here... here you are."

Peel off a pink lollipop and try to lift the lollipop up. Fang Wenming, who is relatively short for his age, can't reach Mao Bailao, who is nearly 1.9 meters tall, even if he stands on tiptoe.

Old Mao Bai lowered his head and asked Fang Wenming to touch his ears. His ears grew a lot in proportion to his body, and he closed them in front of humans. Only today he found an excellent place to practice, and the result was Being bumped into by this little human being, it seems that he can only reluctantly abandon this place and look for a new address.

After tens of thousands of years of walking in the world, Mao Bailao got used to human food, not to mention it was given by such a cute child. He took the lollipop and put it in his mouth, and the strong strawberry flavor spread out.

"It's so sweet, tell me, what's your name."

Fang Wenming lowered his head: "Fang...Fang...Wen...Wen..."

Mao Bailao squinted his eyes: "Fang Wen is still Fang Wenwen."

After a while, Fang Wenming said the last word: "...Ming."

Mao Bai always laughed: "It seems that the matter of stuttering is very distressing for you."

"Yes."

Fang Wenming lowered his head. Since he was a child, he was excellent in everything and always wanted to be the first. He thought that as long as he became the first, he would not be laughed at, but those who wanted to laugh at him would not because of He is number one, so don't laugh at him anymore.

"You gave this deity a gift, and this deity will give you one in return. Do you want to stop stammering and talking again?"

Fang Wen nodded like pounding garlic.

When he said this, Mao Bailao startled himself. He never cared about human affairs. Human beings have their own laws of survival. It is best for him, the ancient god, not to care about it.

But what he said was water that was thrown out. Since he said it, he would definitely do it. Otherwise, where would his reputation be?It's just that this shot is going against the sky, and it will inevitably have side effects. I hope he won't be scared when he finds out.

Holding his slender neck, Fang Wenming stiffened his neck, looking deathly at home, Mao Bailao exerted a little force, and he spit out a mouthful of dirty blood from his mouth, subconsciously replied: "It hurts."

A fresh and smooth child's voice came from Fang Wenming's throat.

He really stopped stuttering.

I recited "Teacher's List" again, and it turned out that the voice was smooth and there was no jamming, and the tongue was much more flexible than before. Mao Bai really didn't lie to him.

"Thank you."

Fang Wenming immediately covered his mouth.

what happened?Why is he stuttering again.

Every small move made by Fang Wenming was noticed by Mao Bailao, and he was also very surprised, he never made a mistake.

Repeated several times, is the same.

However, Xiao Fang Wenming is already satisfied. Although he was bullied again today, he touched a furry ear and exchanged a lollipop for a non-stuttering ear as a gift.

The sky gradually darkened, it was getting dark, and it was time to start Mao Bailao's home game. In front of Fang Wenming, he turned into a pure white lion cat without variegation, and gradually drifted away. Fang Wenming trotted after him, but Can't catch up with him.

In the end, he could only look at his back panting, "I...can I see you again, cat...Master Cat."

Mao Bailao's voice skipped in his mind.

"It should be seen or will be seen."

Twelve years have passed in a blink of an eye, and Fang Wenming, who was carrying a cloth schoolbag, has differentiated into a beta. Beta's fate is destined to be ordinary, but Fang Wenming is different. Among the many alphas, he is still one of the best.

At the age of 22, at the age when others graduated from university, he has already taken graduation photos with his classmates who are much older than him with two master degrees.

After graduating, he declined olive branches from several well-known domestic companies, and came to the unaccompanied City C with his luggage on his back. The day after he met Mao Bailao, he went to the woods for three consecutive days, but he never met again. I have been to Mao Bailao.

He has been brooding over this matter. In the past 12 years, he has been searching and searching for nothing. He has checked a lot of documents. Whenever there is a rumor, he will go to check it himself.

Even the degrees he studied mainly focused on big data and face recognition in order to find Mao Bailao. Finally, after his hard work and professional analysis, he believed that Mao Bailao was in the pet store in C City.

Holding the revised and weakened resume, he came out of school without even returning home, took the nearest high-speed train, pulled the suitcase and pushed open the door of the pet shop.

It's a pity that he came a step late again, there was no old man Mao Bai in the store, only a couple talking, the alpha was Qiao Xuwei, and the omega was Gu Cheng.

The interview was unexpectedly easy, none of the knowledge he had prepared before was useful, and the alpha seemed very happy for his arrival.

Gu Cheng led him to the second floor of the store. The second floor is the staff dormitory. He has no relatives and can only live here temporarily.

"Can I live in that room?"

He pointed to the room belonging to Mao Bailao, which was located in the north of the second floor. The door was wiped clean without any dust. He had a hunch that it was Mao Bailao's room.

Gu Cheng was very distressed: "I'm afraid it won't work. That room is where our store manager lives. He... he's gone on a trip. I'm just taking care of the store for him temporarily."

"What does the store manager look like? Does he have silver hair, is handsome, and speaks softly."

Based on these memories alone, Fang Wenming recounted Mao Bailao's appearance. Even after so long, he still remembered his appearance, and he didn't know if his cat still remembered him.

Gu Cheng nodded: "Yes, that's right."

Fang Wenming grabbed his arm: "Then when will he come back?"

Gu Cheng pulled his hand away, he is not very used to being touched by people other than Qiao Xuwei: "I don't know about that, he is mysterious, and he didn't even say hello when he left this time, just like that The store threw it to me, and didn't ask me if I would like it."

Gu Cheng complained about this, and was about to clean up the room with Fang Wenming when he was dragged away by his alpha.

In the shop, Fang Wenming cleaned up the room by himself. It was unknown how long the room hadn't been cleaned. After sweeping it down, he coughed frequently due to the dust raised. Then he found a mattress from a corner, a simple makeshift The residence was built.

This room was much worse than he had imagined. It could even be said that he had never lived in a house worse than this room in his 22 years of life, but he was already satisfied lying on the bed.

Because he knew that as long as he lived here, one day, he would definitely meet his cat-sama again.