Every day I want to end the Alpha hair loss

Jiang Feiyu's ability to repay another's way with one's body is very high.

Le Wangjiang was so choked that he couldn't speak.

So he decisively picked up the fork in the fruit box, and directly sent a piece of watermelon to Jiang Feiyu's mouth: "If you have something to eat, you can't stop your mouth?"

The male classmate didn't know that there was an undercurrent between them, he only knew that he watched Leshen next door feed their Jiangshen watermelon.

Male classmate...

The three views of the male students are a bit broken.

Jiang Feiyu finished eating the piece of watermelon in her mouth very well, and continued to write the paper with lowered eyes.

Le Wangjiang was not in a hurry to leave, and just sat beside him.

Jiang Feiyu did half of the big questions, so she lightly touched Lewangjiang with her elbow.

Lewangjiang raised his head for unknown reason, and saw Jiang Feiyu opened his mouth, and his tone was naturally flat: "Watermelon."

Le Wangjiang: "..."

"You have no hands or what?"

Jiang Feiyu tapped the test paper with the tip of the pen: "No hand."

Le Wangjiang looked at him speechlessly for a while, and turned his head when he saw Jiang Feiyu, but in the end, Le Wangjiang picked up a fork and forked a piece of watermelon to Jiang Feiyu's mouth.

Then he watched Jiang Feiyu take a bite, and ate a small half of the watermelon, which was not too big, and said, "You eat."

Le Wangjiang: "..."

He looked at Jiang Feiyu suspiciously: "Are you really the reincarnation of the daughter of a thousand gold or something? Eating a watermelon is so gentle... Will it choke you to death if you eat it?"

Jiang Feiyu's face remained unchanged: "Yes. I almost choked."

If Le Wangjiang believed this sentence, he wouldn't deserve to be called the god of music.

His emotional quotient is not high, but sometimes his IQ is off the charts. After he gets used to a person's routine and touches a person's behavior track, his IQ can replace his EQ.

At least now, Lewangjiang can roughly guess what Jiang Feiyu is thinking about.

this old dog

Just fucking insane.

The cold male god, the self-disciplined robot, and the heartless and ruthless president are all fucking fakes.

He's a man, perfect for the pheromones of spirits.

After Le Wangjiang began to see the tip of the iceberg of his hidden emotions, he thought that vodka was really suitable for Jiang Feiyu.

Because all his blood is hot.

It is capable of burning Lewangjiang, and it is also capable of melting Lewangjiang's bones.

Jiang Feiyu is an old dog.

Le Wangjiang sighed in his heart, but what can he do.

The person I choose, the one I like, my boyfriend.

Le Wangjiang raised his lips and ate the remaining half of the watermelon in one gulp.

Pamper yourself.

Le Wangjiang said it was for Jiang Feiyu to bring the watermelon, but in the end the box of watermelon was eaten by two people.

When the watermelon was gone, Jiang Feiyu also finished a paper slowly.

That speed is simply not the Jiangshen that people in the competition class know.

Originally, it only took him 10 minutes to 10 minutes to brush up a preliminary simulation paper, but it took him more than an hour.

Jiang Feiyu didn't feel slow either, and only took out the second paper.

He just started to read the topic, and Le Wangjiang laughed beside him: "Mengmeng is crying in the class group about their bandits"

"Let me tell you that his mother sent ten boxes of watermelons, and he ate two bites himself. I fumbled for one box, and we divided up the rest, even Lao Zhu."

"Old Zhu's couple were filial piety after Meng Tao snatched them."

Jiang Feiyu stopped to look at him, but Le Wangjiang didn't look at him at all, just stared at the phone and continued: "I heard that Mengmeng's mother will come to deliver fruit platters tomorrow, so please tell me what you want to eat first, Dad Grab it for you."

In fact, they are not short of this bite.

It's purely fun and interesting, like grabbing food from a tiger's mouth. If you grab it, it's victory and honor.

Jiang Feiyu is young and mature, so he doesn't quite understand this excitement, but he doesn't feel anything: "It's nothing."

Le Wangjiang stopped swiping his phone to look at him: "Nothing? How can it be nothing? You don't even have this worldly desire?"

"……some."

Jiang Feiyu lowered her eyes and still wrote her name on the test paper. Anyway, this test paper does not know when it will start: "You."

Before he had time to ask what it was, Le Wangjiang: "..."

He discovered a problem of his own.

Why is he not good at learning? !

As soon as this old dog has a chance, he can't stop talking so much!

So Le Wangjiang simply kept silent.

He was sitting next to Jiang Feiyu, silently swiping his phone, being his own transparent person.

Jiang Feiyu finally finished reading the question and wrote a formula.

then……

He found that some people just have very magical powers.

Sitting next to him and talking all the time affected him, but being silent affected him even more.

Anyway, as long as he appeared near him, all his thoughts would be on him alone.

So Jiang Feiyu stopped writing: "Why don't you talk?"

"...Didn't I interrupt your exam papers by talking?" Le Wangjiang frowned: "I just saw that you were slow in brushing the exam papers, and you just wrote your name."

Jiang Feiyu usually doesn't like to write names when she writes papers.

This habit is very strange, Le Wangjiang has never figured it out.

Later, he found that even if he didn't write his name, everyone could recognize the test paper as his. He felt that the old dog must be showing off his beautiful and thin golden body invisibly.

Jiang Feiyu paused slightly.

He didn't expect Le Wangjiang to notice him: "If you don't talk, I can't write the paper."

Jiang Feiyu said lightly: "It's too quiet, I'm not used to it."

Le Wangjiang: "...do you think I'm usually noisy?"

In fact, Lewangjiang was quite lazy at ordinary times, and Tang Buping and the others didn't want to say a word for a long time, so it was quite difficult for him to move his lips.

Unless they talk about Jiang Feiyu, Le Wangjiang will talk more, otherwise he is almost like a mute.

Too lazy to speak.

"No." Jiang Feiyu conferred directly: "I like to hear you talk."

Lewang River,

Le Wangjiang's originally nuclear heart melted instantly.

He was choked, and the tips of his ears started to feel hot. In the end, he had no choice but to kick Jiang Feiyu lightly, and buried his head on the table. This time, he really didn't want to talk.

On the day of the long-distance race, everyone in the first class had two cheering sticks.

Huang Ya, who was the loudest in the class, even had a little bee pinned to him, so he was fully prepared to cheer.

When Le Wangjiang saw what they were doing, he had only one sentence: "Call something normal?"

"Okay." Huang Ya made a gesture in a very understanding way: "Guaranteed to overwhelm the other classes!"

Lewangjiang always had a bad premonition, but before he could teach him a lesson, Jiang Feiyu called him, "Don't put the number plate on."

Le Wangjiang could only swallow the words in his mouth, and obediently walked up to Jiang Feiyu.

After they pinned each other's number plates, they stood on the runway.

Le Wangjiang stretched his legs, turned his head to look at Jiang Feiyu standing in front of him on the second runway: "Jiang San is good, do you want to compare?"

Jiang Feiyu is also doing stretching: "Compare."

He licked the tips of his teeth: "Reward?"

Le Wangjiang smiled: "We'll talk after we win."

The more this is the case, the more people look forward to this reward.

So at the moment when the gun was fired, both Lewangjiang and Jiang Feiyu ignored Lao Zhu's order that the body should be the first and the competition should be the second.

Completely forget the plan that sports committee member Huang Ya said that long-distance running is mainly about endurance rather than speed.

It was as if they were here for a sprint, and after receiving the signal, they turned into vigorous cheetahs and flew out without hesitation.

As a result, Huang Ya's cheering words got stuck on the spot, and all the cheering shouts that the other class hadn't said yet turned into silence.

It wasn't until the two of them aroused the people in the other class to subconsciously speed up that Huang Ya finally found his voice.

He held the little bee and shouted: "Slow down, slow down! Brother Le! President! Slow down!"

It is completely different from other classes' "hurry up, hurry up" and "come on, come on".

Huang Ya saw that the two of them were half a lap ahead of the others and hadn't slowed down significantly, and suddenly felt a little flustered.

After staying with Le Wangjiang for a long time, he was a bit lost: "Brother Le! President! Slow down! Leave a way out for others!"

Bieban: "..."

I really appreciate your kindness!

But this is 5000 meters after all, even if Lewangjiang and Jiang Feiyu are inward, it is impossible to run at a constant speed.

After the second lap, the two slowed down at a speed visible to the naked eye.

It's just because they stimulated other players in the first lap, so not only were they slowed down, but everyone else was also slowed down.

So Huang Ya was finally able to come up with the cheering words he had thought up: "Students in the physical education class, compatriots, brothers, to be a human being, it is important to know how to give up, do you understand?!"

"Before the start of the school sports meeting, your class said that we will accompany you to run together in this school sports meeting. Do you remember that the high jump was directly beaten by my class?"

"Have you seen No.1 on the runway now? Can you compare with the 1.8-meter high jump? He has legs, looks and achievements, can you compare?!"

"Let me tell you, the first and second are all from our class!"

The sports class burst into a swear word, copied their own little bee and said directly: "So what if you have legs, looks, and grades? Did you see the gray-haired handsome man in our class?! He has an Omega." ! Can you compare?!"

Watching the movie from a distance and preparing to recharge your batteries tomorrow, fortunately, Wu Chao, who is two and three-legged, catches puppy love: "?"

Trying to catch up with the alpha who wanted to regain the first place but was suddenly backstabbed: "?"

Lewangjiang followed behind Jiang Feiyu, only two steps behind. Hearing this at first, he couldn't help laughing: "Toxic."

He panted and called Jiang Feiyu: "It's all comparable."

Hearing the voice behind him, Jiang Feiyu felt the urge to cover his mouth.

Especially with so many people here...

"It can't be compared." He adjusted his breathing and said with a suppressed emotion, "He can't win."

Who doesn't have an object?

It's just that the war between Huang Ya and the opponent started.

Jiang Feiyu and Lewang Jiang stretched out their hands and had countless things to boast about, but the other party was a robot.

He would just keep provoking "he has Omega and you don't".

It also made Wu Chao stand on the side of the runway, staring straight at the gray-haired alpha.

It's just suffocating.

He wanted to finish running quickly and strangle that idiot in his class to death!

When there were only 5000 meters left in the 500-meter run, Lewangjiang had already fallen behind Jiang Feiyu, and the gray-haired alpha behind him was only a few tens of meters away.

Although he is a top-notch alpha, he doesn't like sports very much. At the beginning, he beat Jiang Feiyu's speed, but now he really can't keep up.

Huang Ya looked very anxiously: "Brother Le! Go! Didn't you say that the number one is yours?!"

Le Wangjiang gave a "tsk" in his heart, and barely increased his speed, but Jiang Feiyu had already completed the final sprint and won the first place.

He didn't leave, he just jogged and slowed down and then stood still, just near Huangya.

So Jiang Feiyu turned off his little bee and didn't let the man poke at his ears again. His voice was a little hoarse because of the 5000 meters, and he spoke a little anxiously. Although his tone was flat, it didn't sound so cold: "Yes his."

He slowed down, watching Le Wangjiang, who finally sprinted to take the second place, jogged towards this side: "The first is his."

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