【ABO】The omega at the same table is a milk candy

Fortunately, Li Qifeng has a big mouth, and Shen Yeran has already figured out the grievances and hatreds between the international class and the second (third) high school for many years before the second break.

When I was still in the first year of high school, at the opening ceremony on the first day, the two classes formed a dispute because of the problem of standing in line on the playground. As a result, the academic dominance of the high school (third) and the experimental class of the provincial experiment were weak in sports. Jingfeng, not to mention that the whole class was only five alphas, was beaten and shaved by the international class in the school basketball game that year, and he didn't recover for half a year.

The group of alphas in the international class saw Tian'er wandering around the gate of Senior One (Third) with their taunting skills fully activated. In the end, if Jian Xingyi hadn't come out on top, all the Alphas in Senior One (Third) would have to commit suicide to thank the world.

This year is the basketball season again, and all the alphas in the international class are starting to feel restless. Early in the morning, someone came to their class to make excuses, making sports committee member Zhao Ziyu croak like a big toad.

"It's a pity that all the alphas in our class can't make it to the stage." Li Qifeng finally concluded with a pouted mouth, "Last year the score was 85:19, what a miserable score, this year I'm afraid it will be even worse!"

He suddenly found his language problem, and looked at Shen Yeran with a guilty conscience: "I didn't say you, Ye Shen, you are like a god in my heart, and a dozen people who are boring in this mortal world will grab one." How could you participate in the silly B game of the ball?"

Zhao Ziyu, who was walking behind him, felt [-] million points of damage.

Zhao Ziyu made a gesture of Xizi holding a heart, and suddenly lay down on Shen Yeran's table, and raised his head pitifully: "Yeshen, are you interested in playing a silly B game in which a dozen or so boring people grab a ball?"

Shen Yeran: "..."

Li Qifeng: "..."

Even Jian Xingyi, who was plugging in his earphones, turned his head to look at Zhao Ziyu, saying that he was really spoiling Xizi by holding Xizi in his heart.

Spicy eyes.

Amitabha needs to be quiet.

"Ye Shen, have pity on mere mortals, you didn't see the brats in the international class in the morning! We can't do sports in the second (third) year of high school. Our experimental class is about brains, and we can't beat them with physical strength. But You can't be bullied to the top, right? You have to fuck your mother!"

"Come on!" Shen Yeran smiled.

"No, Ye Shen, look at the alphas in our class, Chen Kang and Xia Yu are barely there, Du Zifeng and Wang Yueheng are really not good, the glasses are as good as the bottom of a beer bottle, and you will be blind in half if you take them off. Last year The grandchildren in the international class saw their attack, and hit each other right. But I am a sophomore (third) in high school, didn't I send you here this year!"

The strong man with a height of 190 pulled Shen Yeran's sleeves and acted like a baby, and turned on the nonsense mode: "Look at the height of my Ye Shen, oh! This physique, oh! This face, oh! You are born to be the king of basketball, NBA is less You will regret it for a hundred years!"

Jian Xingyi couldn't bear to hear it any longer, she snorted disdainfully, stretched out her hand to pull up the hood of the sweater, and shrank herself in.

"Ye Shen," Zhao Ziyu said shamelessly, "Come on, come on, the gate of the basketball team is always open, you are welcome to come and take a look! As long as you come, you will be the captain! No, you are the ancestor of the team!"

Shen Yeran glanced at Jian Xingyi's round head under the black hood, smiled, and said slowly, "Let me think about it."

"Ye Shen..." Zhao Ziyu still wanted to add more firewood to the fire, but unfortunately the class bell didn't allow him to do so, so he had to walk back to his seat at every step, and finally looked back sadly: "You should think about it carefully!"

The class teacher Jiang Weiguo walked into the classroom with the bell ringing, uncharacteristically irritable, and smiled at them very kindly.

"Before class, let me tell you something. In this way, there is good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"

"Ah!" There was a wailing from below.

"Bad news, put it to death and live!"

"It's all right anyway, is there any good news for the sophomore dog?"

"Okay," Jiang Weiguo patted the podium, "Then tell the good news first. Our school's traditional basketball game will start next Friday. It will last for a week. I have just represented you in the group draw. Congratulations, we I was assigned to Group B. In the same group, there are senior one (fourth) class, senior two (tenth) class and international class. I hope everyone will continue to work hard and strive for good results!"

"Ah!!" The wailing sounded again, with Zhao Ziyu at the top.

"Teacher, this is all good news, so what is the bad news?"

"Bad news, because the basketball game will be arranged on Friday. In order to avoid affecting everyone's study, starting from this week, for two consecutive weeks, Saturday will follow the Monday class schedule, and classes will be held normally."

"what!!!"

This world cannot be better.

The whole class of the second (third) senior high school died.

I have to make up classes for two consecutive Saturdays. The reason is still a basketball game that is destined to lose.

There are only two people who are not affected.

Jian Xingyi and Shen Yeran.

Jian Xingyi actually didn't sleep the whole day, and was immersed in studying the "Physics Review Materials of Beijing No. [-] Middle School (for internal use)".

"Master Xing, I have to make up lessons on Saturday!" Li Qifeng turned his head and wanted to ask for comfort, but in the end he was confused by the temperament of a bully.

"En." Jian Xueba is very busy, struggling with a kinematics problem, and is perfunctory to his best friend.

"Are you not angry?" Li Qifeng spoke in a Hong Kong-Taiwan accent, looking mean.

"It's all about brushing the questions anyway, it's not bad."

"..." Well, Li Qifeng was half heartbroken, and turned to look at Shen Yeran, "Yeshen, do you have no complaints about making up lessons on Saturday?"

With the last sliver of expectation, he hoped that Shen Yeran could be a human being.

There was a faint and unconscious smile on the corners of Shen Yeran's lips, but his eyes did not look at him, but fell on the "Physics Review Materials for Beijing No. [-] Middle School (for internal use)" in Jian Xingyi's hands.

Then habitually tapped the table with the tip of the pen: "Here we need to consider acceleration, tangential, and normal acceleration."

Jian Xingyi frowned impatiently, apparently disapproving of Shen Yeran's advice, but she couldn't help but write out the related formulas of v, a, and d.

Shen Yeran's smile deepened, and then she turned to answer Li Qifeng: "No."

After thinking about it, he added: "Jian Xingyi is right, it's not bad."

Li Qifeng held his broken heart and lay back on his desk.

Why ask this pair of dogs and men?

What a pair of beasts!

Seeing his half-dead appearance, Lu Anan kindly comforted him: "Why don't we memorize the English text."

"..."

Li Qifeng picked up the English book with tears in his eyes.The experimental class of the provincial experiment is such an inhuman existence.