Every day I want to end the Alpha hair loss

Le Wangjiang didn't expect that his successive skipping classes would directly anger Lao Zhu.

He was standing in the office, and just when his shoulders slumped, Lao Zhu glanced over: "Stand up! You are an alpha who doesn't stand or sit! You just skipped class because you got the first place in the grade?! You are now Already in the third year of high school! Do you know how important the third year of high school is!"

Lewang Jiang Shunzui said: "That's what you told me in the second year of high school."

Old Zhu: "..."

"Because every day of your time is precious! It's not for you to skip class!"

Lao Zhu patted the table angrily: "Two-thousand-word self-criticism! Give it to me before school is over. If I find out that you copied a sentence from the Internet, you can copy that sentence to me five thousand times later!"

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Le Wangjiang gasped, and looked at Lao Zhu in disbelief: "You are too cruel, aren't you? How can I finish writing a [-]-word review without referring to other people's?"

Lao Zhu: "Don't you think you don't have to go to class? Instead of letting you skip class, it's better to let you sit in the classroom and write a self-criticism."

Listen, this is simply a new generation of logic geniuses.

Le Wangjiang had a headache, he didn't really want to write the [-]-word review purely with his own brain, and just as he was about to show off his operation, there was another knock on the office door.

Lao Zhu eased his heaving chest: "Come in."

Someone pushed the door behind Le Wangjiang, and Lao Zhu's originally indifferent expression burst into a smile.

Seeing his expression and look, Le Wangjiang knew who was coming without turning around.

The myth of Fengman North and South Campuses,

The baby in every teacher's heart,

The delicate alpha that emerges from the mud but not stained,

He has been the chairman of the student union for three consecutive years, and he has been a good student for the fifth period

Jiang Feiyu.

"Teacher." His naturally deep and cold voice sounded from behind Le Wangjiang, which made Le Wangjiang feel lazy again after he had finally straightened up under the supervision of Lao Zhu.

Jiang Feiyu's voice was a little hoarse as always: "This is the announcement of the National Day performance, and each class must have a show."

He walked up to Le Wangjiang, and Le Wangjiang looked at him sideways, his eyes flicked over the pheromone capture ring on his neck, and then walked up.

In fact, old dog Jiang is really good-looking.

This face is absolutely outstanding in every way, and it is also worthy of his status as a top alpha.

After all, there were only four words written on that face - don't get close to strangers.

Lao Zhu took the notification from him and smiled kindly: "I see, is there anything else?"

Jiang Feiyu said lightly, "Director Wu is looking for you."

Lao Zhu got up and went out: "Lewangjiang, don't move for me, just stand still and wait for me to come back."

He went out, but Jiang Feiyu was in no hurry to leave.

Le Wangjiang didn't regard this as the homeroom teacher's office at all, and sat down on Lao Zhu's chair: "What's the matter? Are you here to save dad?"

Jiang Feiyu looked down at him: "I can write a self-criticism for you."

"Huh?" Le Wangjiang shook his chair: "There is nothing to show courteousness to. It's either rape or robbery. Old dog, what do you want to do?"

Last time when Jiang Feiyu said she wanted to help him with something...

Damn, it was a fucking thing when I was a child.

Le Wangjiang looked at Jiang Feiyu suspiciously, thinking that this person might be pierced by the soul, right?

Or did he ask him for something?

Le Wangjiang's eyes lit up.

Yes, old dog Jiang asked him for something, this sentence sounds very comfortable.

Jiang Feiyu: "But you have to sit at the same table as me."

Le Wangjiang: "...?"

He is deaf?

He looked at Jiang Feiyu incredulously, but the key point was: "Can you write?"

Jiang Feiyu glanced at the composition paper that was slapped on the table by Lao Zhu: "Yes."

Le Wangjiang didn't believe it, and asked again: "Then how do you persuade Lao Zhu to change this seat?"

"As long as you think about it," Jiang Feiyu said, "I can find a way."

Want to be at the same table with Jiang Feiyu?

Le Wangjiang didn't know.

He couldn't answer whether he wanted to be at the same table with him, in fact he didn't care who he was at the same table with.

Anyway, he was either studying the questions in class or sneaking off to sleep and play with his mobile phone. There is someone around him and no one is the same.

Speaking of this...

"I do not want."

Le Wangjiang said decisively: "Three good students can't play with poor students like us."

Just kidding, if Jiang Feiyu was to sit next to him, then his happy time would come to an end.

Jiang Feiyu: "But I think so."

He knew too well how to directly poke Le Wangjiang's heart: "Isn't it possible?"

Le Wangjiang paused as he turned the chair.

Le Wangjiang is a person who always takes soft things but not hard things.

Jiang Feiyu was standing in front of him now, subduing her natural sense of oppression, just quietly waiting for him to speak with her eyes down.

This will always make Le Wangjiang feel a little dazed and delusional.

What exactly was the illusion, he couldn't answer.

It's just that there is a little emotion brewing in his heart, which finally makes him unable to say the words of rejection.

Maybe it's because he knows one thing very well.

He understood that Jiang Feiyu was showing weakness to him.

"Show weakness"

Le Wangjiang twitched the corner of his mouth.

He couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic or amused, or if he was actually a little sad.

But all in all, while this word popped up in his heart, it also made him feel completely unhappy.

So the Lewangjiang man leaned back: "It's up to you."

When Lao Zhu came back, the Lewangjiang man also got up from his chair slowly, and continued to stand beside Jiang Feiyu.

Seeing that Jiang Feiyu was still here, Lao Zhu couldn't help being a little surprised: "Are you still busy?"

"Yeah." Jiang Feiyu said lightly, "I'm here to apply to change my deskmate."

Old Zhu was taken aback for a moment, then Jiang Feiyu continued, "I'll be at the same table with him."

Old Zhu: "???"

Seeing Lao Zhu's wide-eyed and shocked expression, Le Wangjiang's mood rose a little.

He hugged his chest and lazily made up the knife next to him: "Look, I just said no."

The two top alphas are placed at the same table together, that is, the open flame is placed next to the gunpowder, which is fatal.

Jiang Feiyu: "I can control him from skipping class."

Le Wangjiang: "...?"

Old Zhu realized: "Yes! Anyway, what kind of ring are you wearing now?"

He looked at Jiang Feiyu expectantly, and entrusted him with a heavy responsibility: "I will leave this matter to you."

Jiang Feiyu responded.

When the two of them left the office, Le Wangjiang returned to his seat with the composition paper and sat down. When Tang Buping was told by Lao Zhu that he was going to move, Le Wangjiang twitched the corner of his mouth coldly under Tang Buping's trembling gaze.

Tang Buping: "..."

It's over.

There will be a war of the century.

However, Tang Buping's wave is anti-milk.

Jiang Feiyu hugged her textbook and sat down on Tang Buping's seat. Lewangjiang didn't say anything, but just patted the composition paper in her hand in front of Jiang Feiyu, and then lay down and fell asleep without saying a word.

Jiang Feiyu didn't say anything, just lowered her head and took out a pen, and wrote Le Wangjiang's name.

As if remembering something, Le Wangjiang raised his eyes and said, "Don't write about your thin golden body."

He is a typical cursive script. If Jiang Feiyu writes according to his own characters, he will be typed another [-] characters later.

Go straight to a super double.

Jiang Feiyu responded.

Le Wangjiang raised his eyelids and looked at him again.

Why did he feel that the old dog was in a good mood?

Le Wangjiang felt that his mood was inversely proportional to Jiang Feiyu's, but when he lowered his head, he caught a glimpse of Jiang Feiyu's trousers out of the corner of his eye, and belatedly remembered that the third year of high school would not change seats often, and they had to do it every time they sat down. I was at the same table for a year, so the boredom that I didn't know where it came from became another emotion.

He and Jiang Feiyu hadn't sat side by side like this for a long time.

Le Wangjiang didn't sleep well last night, and now he lay down, and within a minute of thinking, sleepiness swept over him.

He simply closed his eyes and went to sleep. Before he completely fell into a coma, he was still thinking that if Old Dog Jiang dared to wake him up, he would find a way to drag Old Dog Jiang outside to punish him.

Add a "brilliant" color to Jiang Sanhao's perfect student career.

However, Le Wangjiang slept until he woke up naturally.

The first class was English class. Before the teacher who came to class called "classbegins", his eyes swept to Lewangjiang.

The English teacher was about to get angry when Jiang Feiyu put down her pen and stood up and said calmly, "Ms Pan, Lewangjiang is not feeling well."

If Tang Buping said these words, his convincing power would definitely be 0, but when he said them from Jiang Feiyu's mouth, it would be completely different.

The English teacher hesitated for a moment, but finally asked, "What's wrong with him?"

"Alpha's problem." Jiang Feiyu found the least possible reason to be exposed: "Just sleep."

Tang Buping looked at them suspiciously, thinking that this reason was a bit ridiculous, but he didn't think Jiang Feiyu would lie.

Could it be that Brother Le really encountered something wrong?

Only the two students sitting in front of Jiang Feiyu and Lewangjiang widened their eyes and covered their mouths by the way.

The god of learning is covering for the school bully? !

Good guy -!

The sky is about to change!

Because of the cover of Jiang Feiyu, the darling of all the teachers, Le Wangjiang slept peacefully this time, and only opened his eyes leisurely until the end of get out of class.

He rubbed his hair, propped his head up, and before he recovered from the last bit of drowsiness, he heard a cordial greeting from the podium.

"Lewangjiang," the English teacher smiled softly, "Is your health better?"

Le Wangjiang: "..."

He was a little uncertain, and subconsciously asked the people around him in a low voice: "Am I sleeping through time?"

Jiang Feiyu glanced at Le Wangjiang, who was approaching him, whose hair was almost touching his shoulder, and said calmly to the English teacher, "He said he was still a little unwell and couldn't speak loudly."

Le Wangjiang regained his senses and understood the whole story.

The English teacher said kindly: "Then sleep for a while, the teacher has some medicine for replenishing qi and blood, if you need it, you can come and get it."

Le Wangjiang: "..."

Although he doesn't know what kind of vitality he needs for a 1.8-meter man, but teacher, it's really scary for you to laugh like this.

Just imagine, the teacher who used to only show anger towards him was now smiling like a Guanyin. Anyone would think that there was a man-eating goblin hidden behind this bodhisattva face.

So Le Wangjiang's drowsiness completely dissipated, he shook his head: "Go on, I think I'm much better after your lecture, probably this is a medical miracle."

The English teacher happily finished the next 5 minutes of class.

The next class is physiology class, and Le Wangjiang is very interested in it: "I can't sleep in this class."

Jiang Feiyu was still writing the review for him, but his pen stopped: "It doesn't matter if you take this class or not."

Le Wangjiang tilted his head: "Right, you also think those ideas are very good, right? I dare say that I am absolutely unprecedented, but giving me a zero score in this class is really too much."

Jiang Feiyu responded in an extremely perfunctory manner.

Le Wangjiang was unhappy: "Hey, what do you mean?"

"Brother Le." The classmate in front couldn't stand it anymore: "I think the meaning is very obvious, please don't look for Omega in the future, let them go, let yourself go."

Le Wangjiang ignored him, insisting on finding fault with Jiang Feiyu, he lifted his foot and kicked Jiang Feiyu's chair: "Speak."

Jiang Feiyu wrote "I am willing to let my deskmate Jiang Feiyu supervise and manage me" on the paper, and replied without looking up: "I think you are right."

He stopped the pen tip, turned his head to look at Le Wangjiang, and said meaningfully: "Anyway, you don't have to find an Omega in the future."

What he said meant something, but helplessly, a certain school bully could only touch the superficial level.

Le Wangjiang looked at him, and suddenly twitched the corners of his mouth, smiling a little dangerously: "What about you? Back to full marks in physiology class, in order to find an Omega to love others in the future?"