I got pregnant after A became O in front of my rival

Jiang Zhihuo keenly noticed that Yan Mu felt completely different when he said this sentence.

It's like... I can really soften my whole body when I mention or think of a certain person.

Does Yan Mu like Bai Yuyun so much? ?

After returning, Jiang Zhihuo didn't mention today's date anymore, he quickly took a shower and went to bed, and nestled in the air-conditioned room.

The next day is Monday, and there is class.

Yan Mu's alarm bell rang on time.

This night Yan Mu still didn't sleep well, he was not used to having people around him, not to mention that this person was sticking to him like a piece of brown sugar.

The alarm clock was still ringing, Yan Mu stretched out his hand to turn off the ringer, but the other hand stretched out the air conditioner quilt one step faster than him, and fumbled at the head of the bed.

Jiang Zhihuo didn't touch anything, and for some reason he brought the phone closer, and the alarm kept ringing right next to his ear.

"It's so noisy." Half asleep and half awake, Jiang Zhihuo wrapped the thin quilt over his head, turned over, and rolled the thin quilt to the other half of the bed.

Three seconds later—

Jiang Zhihuo's body froze, his eyes opened suddenly, he threw off the thin blanket, and hugged Yan Mu's arm.

"..." After a while, Yan Mu's faint voice came from the top of his head, "Can you let go?"

Jiang Zhihuo didn't wake up, closed his eyes again, found the position by feeling, kissed Yan Mu's earlobe, sat on the bed sleepily, and asked, "Why are you up so early?"

"Class." Yan Mu turned off the alarm, got out of bed and took a shower.

Oh, it's Monday.

Jiang Zhihuo sat on the bed again and was dazed for a while, and then he remembered to look at the time in a daze, and was shocked: "It's only six o'clock! It's six o'clock! Is the school gate open? It's so early?! Don't you high school students go to sleep of?!"

After returning last night, Jiang Zhihuo saw with his own eyes that Yan Mu did not go to bed until midnight when he was doing the writing.

Xueba may need sleep, Xueshen really does not.

While the sleepiness was still there, Jiang Zhihuo lay down again limply, lifted up the thin quilt, and said, "You go first, you go first, I'll sleep for a while."

Yan Mu came in after washing up, and when he heard this sentence, he didn't know what he was thinking, but he lifted the thin quilt, picked up Jiang Zhihuo, and said, "Go brush your teeth."

"Don't go." Jiang Zhihuo hugged the quilt tightly, and broke down, "What are you doing! Why do you want me to get up early! You are killing me! This is a crime!"

Jiang Zhihuo roared, and Yan Mu suddenly stopped moving. Jiang Zhihuo thought that this person finally didn't want to bother him anymore, but in the next second, a shadow suddenly fell in his eyes.

I saw Yan Mu leaning over to hold Jiang Zhihuo, pressing his shoulder firmly with one hand, pinching his chin with the other hand, rubbing his thumb on the side of his lips, and slapping the pheromone belonging to Alpha on the side of his face with his breath.

Hold the grass? !

Jiang Zhihuo pushed Yan Mu away and backed away one after another. The little reaction of Chen Qi was almost not frightened.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Mu glanced at him, just two words: "Go."

Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

no?Why does this person want to have trouble with him?Must he wash? ?

At six o'clock in the morning, Jiang Zhihuo didn't wake up at all. Although he was startled by Yan Mu, he rushed to wash up, but after standing in front of the mirror for a while, he became sleepy again. Before he could ask Yan Mu, he returned to the room. What on earth was he going to do, he was grabbed by the shoulder by a hand.

Jiang Zhihuo:? !

Yan Mu was very strong, but Jiang Zhihuo didn't react. Being caught like this, his whole body fell back. He subconsciously reached out to grab Yan Mu, and the two of them fell on the bed together, and the mattress made a muffled sound.

The mattress is very soft, it doesn't hurt to fall on it, but in this position...

Yan Mu's whole body was pressed against Jiang Zhihuo's body, with his palm resting on the side of his face, and one knee bent between his legs.

Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

Inexplicably, it became like this, Yan Mu didn't bother to talk much, and lowered his head.

The moment his lips touched his lips, Jiang Zhihuo remembered why Yan Mu forced him to wash up.

Jiang Zhihuo has a big heart, sleeps drowsily, forgets, Yan Mu does not forget, they must contact to suppress the fever symptoms.

How long he wants to sleep and how long he wants to be late is Jiang Zhihuo's business, and it is Yan Mu's task to suppress his fever with a kiss before going out.

Because of the incident just now, the entire kissing process was dominated by Yan Mu again. Yesterday, the two rivals just went out on a date with three people. They slept in the same bed that night, and they were still kissing when they woke up the next morning. How is this relationship? How to mess up.

Jiang Zhihuo was thinking wildly in his mind, just about to put his hands on Yan Mu's shoulders and take the initiative, but the next second, his body trembled suddenly.

When they woke up in the morning, the reaction of the two of them didn't subside, and they were pressed on the bed again in this indescribable position, with their waists pressed down extremely low——

Accidentally, two things that shouldn't be touched collided together.

Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

Yan Mu: "..."

"Cough." Jiang Zhihuo let go of his hand, and forcibly put on a calm expression, "They're all men, this kind of thing is normal, there's no need to make a fuss."

Then he wrapped up the thin quilt again, lay down and closed his eyes, and drove away calmly: "It's almost there, you go to school, I'll sleep for a while."

"..."

Jiang Zhihuo didn't sleep for a long time, and when he woke up, he saw the time, and he was on the verge of being late.

Although Jiang Xiaoba is often absent from class, most of the absentees are afternoon classes. As long as he is awake in the morning, he will go to school to show his face.

Still at the intersection, I saw the dean Feng Zhi standing at the school gate from a distance, and there was a row of late students standing in front of him.Feng Zhi paced in front of them, educating them earnestly.

Jiang Zhihuo quietly stood at the end of the line.

Even when educating people, Feng Zhi's voice is still gentle and gentle: "Why did the school close? It's not to embarrass you, but to make you have a clear sense of time."

"This is a very important thing. It's the same not only in school, but also when you go to university and out of society. You can't be late, and you can't fail to keep track of the time. This is a small matter, but also a big one. Do you understand?"

He glanced at Jiang Zhihuo at a glance, and said with a smile, "That's right, I came a little early today."

Then he said kindly to the students in the row in front of him: "Okay, everyone submit a self-criticism, and the next one will not be an example."

Just writing a review, the late students breathed a sigh of relief.

Feng Zhi smiled again and asked, "I hope I won't see you at the school gate tomorrow, do you understand?"

"understood!"

The one who spoke first was an Omega boy, wearing a black collar around his neck.In the third year of high school, there were not many Omega, just two or three. Jiang Zhihuo remembered this person's name, Qiu Bian.

Hearing Qiu Bian's voice, Feng Zhi looked very satisfied, smiled slightly, and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, go to class."

Feng Zhi turned his head and asked the security guard to open the school gate. Several people who knew Jiang Zhihuo greeted him and walked into the school together.

There is a long walk from the entrance to the teaching building. A boy said, "I think Director Feng is really nice!"

"That's right! The deans of other schools are more vicious than the other, and they won't let them in when they are late. They are beaten to death."

Another boy said: "That's right. In the No. [-] Middle School next door, Director Lin stares all day long. He stares at running and exercising late. He even cares about hairstyles. He stands at the school gate with scissors in the early morning. Whoever has bangs that exceed the eyebrows can just cut them!"

"So scary?!"

Hearing the discussion among the boys, Editor Qiu didn't hold back from saying, "I also think Director Feng is good."

Probably because of Omega, Qiu Bian's voice change came late, and he hasn't changed completely yet, so he looks soft among boys.After saying this, the other boys looked at him, and some of them frowned slightly. Although they didn't do it deliberately, they still showed a little disgust.

Male Omega, what a fucking mother.

Editor Qiu got used to it a long time ago, raised his eyes again, smiled at them indifferently, and said, "Only Director Feng will not discriminate against Omega."

However, no matter how good Director Feng is, the review should still be written.

In the morning reading class, Jiang Zhihuo casually spread the book on the table, took out the graph paper and started writing.

Jiang Zhihuo has written a lot about reviewing this thing. The dean in junior high school is a reviewing madman. If he throws trash away, he will write a review. Zhihuo was admitted to No. [-] Middle School, and his jaw almost dropped from shock.

At the beginning of writing, Jiang Zhihuo also had to copy and revise on the Internet. After writing too much, he would study his own routine. It was not difficult, just three steps, a sincere apology, a sincere guarantee, and looking forward to the future.

Not long after, Jiang Zhihuo wrote a page full of eloquence and was turning the page when Chang Luo patted him behind him and asked, "Brother Huo, I heard you got into a fight with Xueshen?"

Jiang Zhihuo: "Huh?"

Chang Luo said slowly: "On Saturday, didn't you go to Xueshen? It was rumored that he was crazy at the age, so you just let him get out. Aren't you going to fight? What happened? Are you injured? ?”

Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

At that time, he was so uncomfortable that he wanted to die on the spot, and he didn't think about his tone. It's only been two days, and the news of the fight between the school bully and the student god went crazy?

Jiang Zhihuo refuted the rumor: "It's okay, it's not a fight, just resolve some personal grievances peacefully."

"Is that so?" Chang Luo asked again, "The bruise on Xue Shen's hand was not caused by you?"

Jiang Zhihuo asked, "What congestion?"

After asking Jiang Zhihuo, he remembered that on Saturday, he did see a large red mark on Yan Mu's hand, but it was a special situation at that time, and Yan Mu didn't want to answer. It's normal for a boy to have some marks on his body. Jiang Zhihuo didn't pay attention to it afterwards.

"Oh, that." Jiang Zhihuo said, "I don't know, who tickled it?"

This topic was quickly revealed. The first period was Chinese class. After a while, Ding Jianhui walked into the classroom with a stack of letter paper, raised his hand and wrote two large characters on the blackboard.

--dream.

Ding Jianhui said: "In this class, we will write an essay. The topic is 'dream', with no limit on the number of words or genre."

"Although school starts a month earlier, everyone has become a real senior high school student. Everyone is an excellent child. I hope everyone can use one class to think about what they want to do in the future, what university they want to go to, and what they should do .”

"I won't grade this composition, and I will send it to you before the college entrance examination."

A beautiful stack of letter paper was passed down the front row.

The classroom was noisy for a while, as if discussing, but soon quieted down, and there were "rustling" sounds of pens across the paper.

Jiang Zhihuo didn't start writing immediately, he wrote a few words on the draft paper, then crossed out the words, crumpled the draft paper, threw it into the table belly, then lay down on the table, closing his eyes.

He didn’t even write the composition, so one class time might as well be used for rest. Jiang Zhihuo wanted to squint for a while, and by the way thought about what to say when Ding Jianhui called him over for not handing in the composition, but he actually fell asleep Yes, I had a dream.

The scene in the dream is very chaotic.

In a big villa, the characters in the dream couldn't see their faces clearly, but Jiang Zhihuo could recognize them all.

The woman sitting opposite was crying, and the man next to her was arguing with someone.

Jiang Zhihuo couldn't hear their quarreling words clearly, he just wanted to help the woman wipe away her tears, but he couldn't.

He was being firmly grasped by a man in ordinary clothes. The man was somewhat hunchbacked, his palms were rough, and the raised dead skin was stuck on his wrists.

"Brother Huo, Brother Huo."

Jiang Zhihuo was awakened by Chang Luo's poke, and only then realized that he was covered in cold sweat. Ding Jianhui was standing next to his seat. Seeing him wake up, he asked, "Why didn't you write?"

Jiang Zhihuo: "I don't know what to write."

Ding Jianhui smiled: "It's okay, you can think about it again, come to my office for a chat after class?"

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