a ruthless beta

The compulsory classes on Wednesday morning ended, and it was time for the elective classes in the afternoon.

The first class is history.

It was time for history class again. After the last encounter, Jing Yiyan specially previewed the history textbook for a while before leaving for the classroom.

It wasn't until he felt that he had almost remembered that Jing Yiyan closed the textbook and went to the classroom.

Jing Yiyan came a little late, and when he got to the classroom, almost all the students in the classroom had arrived.

There are only one or two students left.

And among these two people, he was included.

Jing Yiyan walked into the classroom with her textbooks in her arms.

Walking into the classroom, when he looked up, he realized that his seat was occupied by another ba in the class.

He doesn't know.

Jing Yiyan stepped forward and came to his seat.

He reached out and knocked on the table, sounding a reminder.

But that person acted as if he didn't hear it at all, still chatting with his front desk with a sweet smile, but from the corner of his eyes, from time to time, he secretly looked at the handsome Wen Ya.

The meaning is self-evident.

What chat.

In fact, it was to attract Wen Ya's attention.

Jing Yiyan is ba, and can't smell the pheromone perfume.

So he couldn't feel at all how strong and rich the pheromone perfume on this ba was.

But the crows can smell it.

At this moment, Wen Ya had an indifferent expression and gloomy eyes.

His thin lips were tightly closed, and his face was solemn, obviously he had already endured to the extreme.

Seeing the man pretending not to hear, Jing Yan spoke.

"Get up, don't pretend you don't hear." He said blankly, "Don't force me to do it."

Jing Yiyan's voice was calm but bitingly cold.

Hearing this voice that seemed to be filled with chills, Na Ba shuddered, and stood up from the chair immediately in fright.

He didn't dare to take another look at Jing Yiyan, and immediately left in desperation.

That's gone.

Jing Yiyan sat down quietly with the textbook.

Simultaneously.

Wen Ya's cold and gloomy expression also softened.

At this time, Wen Ya suddenly realized...

compared to others.

He seems to prefer to sit with this ba.

Wen Ya frowned, feeling complicated.

After a few minutes.

The bell rang, and the history professor appeared with his textbook.

The old professor stood on the podium and said, "The two students who were punished for copying the questions last time, please hand in the copied questions for me to check!"

Hearing the sound, Jing Yiyan took out a few blank sheets of paper from the textbook, stood up, and silently handed them to the old professor of history.

The old professor lowered his head and checked.

"Well, that's right, it's a lot, and I've copied them all." After the inspection, the old professor nodded in satisfaction and asked, "Will you remember this?"

"Yes, I remember." Jing Yiyan nodded.

"Okay, then you go down."

Jing Yiyan thanked the teacher obediently, then turned and returned to her seat.

Immediately.

The old professor turned his attention to Wen Ya.

Before the old professor could speak, Wen Ya threw out two words indifferently.

"Podium."

The old professor was startled for a moment before realizing it, and then rummaged around on the podium.

Soon, he found the hundred times that Wen Ya had copied.

The old professor checked it once, and after confirming that it was also a hundred times, he nodded in satisfaction and said: "Very good, it is also a hundred times, and it is not less than one time."

After speaking, the voice changed.

"I know that some students in the class have very good grades," the old professor said meaningfully, "but among the students, we should help each other! Since some students have good grades in studies, we should help those students with good grades." At the end of the crane, students with learning difficulties!"

"Wouldn't it be better for everyone to improve their grades together?"

It was obvious who the old professor was referring to.

But the righteous master was completely indifferent from the beginning to the end, as if he didn't hear it at all.

The old professor finished speaking passionately, but Wen Ya didn't respond at all, so he couldn't help but sighed faintly, feeling a little helpless.

Say so.

But if Wen Ya didn't have this idea at all, he couldn't help it.

And it was reasonable for Wen Ya to refuse.

After all, if he really started to help his classmates as he said, then it is estimated that all the students in the class, and even the students in other classes, would come to him excitedly.

Wen Ya's identity is just there, no one can't be moved.

This is the naked reality.

The old professor sighed.

He sighed, and then began the formal lecture.

"Turn to page No. 12 of the textbook."

"Today we are going to talk about the third foreign leader, General Mo Tong. General Mo Tong is the most..."

"General Mo Tong's life..."

Under the podium, Jing Yiyan took notes quietly.

Before leaving the dormitory to go to the classroom for class, he estimated that this class would probably talk about the so-called General Mo Tong, so he specifically checked the life of General Mo Tong with his mobile phone in the dormitory.

In order to prevent being questioned, he specially wrote it down.

In short.

In this class, he doesn't have to worry about being asked any more questions.

Five 10 minutes later.

as predicted.

I saw the old professor fold the textbook in front of him, and then said slowly: "The content of this class is almost the same, now let's find a classmate to take the test and see how he is doing in this class..."

The old professor rolled his eyes.

then……

Not surprisingly, it settled on Jing Yiyan's body.

"Student Jing Yiyan, I'm here to test you."

"Yes, teacher." Jing Yiyan replied with a paralyzed face.

"In the 142nd year of the era, that is, the third year of General Mo Tong's inauguration...Which planet did we have a war with??"

He just remembered.

"It's Sirius."

"Not bad." The old professor was satisfied.

Jing Yiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

It's a pass.

However, what material.

The old professor hasn't finished asking.

Hearing the old professor's voice change, he suddenly asked again, "Then let me ask you again, what is the name of General Mo Tong's wife?"

Jing Yiyan: "..."

He was silent.

He checked a lot of information.

But he didn't check the name of the general's wife.

Seeing Jing Yiyan's silence, Wen Ya's eyelids twitched as if he realized something.

He slowly looked in Jing Yan's direction.

He suddenly had a... bad premonition.

Jing Yiyan didn't answer for a long time, the old professor thought he didn't hear, so he repeated the question just now aloud.

Jing Yiyan was silent, ready to answer.

Ok.

do not know.

Jing Yiyan was about to admit his fate and say that he didn't know, at this moment, Wen Ya, who was at the side, tapped the table lightly with his fingers.

It's like telling him to look over.

Jing Yiyan was startled.

He looked at Wen Crow with some doubts.

A question mark appeared on his head.

"?"

Wen Ya opened his thin lips slightly, and silently told him the answer with the shape of his mouth.

Because it's too obvious on paper.

There are only a dozen people in the classroom, and the old professor is standing on the podium, which can be seen at a glance.

'Qinli. '

Wen Ya kept his face cold and moved his lips silently.

Why tell someone the answer is not because of his kindness.

It's that he doesn't want to copy the questions anymore.

Jing Yiyan took a look twice and realized.

After realizing it, he felt some doubts in his heart.

What an odd name for this lady...

Then, I only heard him say: "Qini."

Wen Ya: "..."

The old professor: "...?"

The old professor thought he had heard wrong.

Old professor: "Student Yiyan, repeat it again."

Jing Yiyan said firmly: "Qi Ni."

The answer Wen Ya told him must be correct.

Wen Ya: "..."

The old professor was silent.

The old professor was silent for a while, his beard raised in anger.

"It's Qinli!" The old professor said angrily, "You don't even know who General Mo Tong's wife is! A three-year-old kid knows better than you! You, and Wen Ya, give me the wife's wife." Copy the name a hundred times!"

The crows are silent.

Jing Yiyan remained silent.

But unexpectedly, the old professor's problems were not over yet.

The old professor said angrily, and then asked suddenly, "Then let me ask you, who is the Duke of Moyin to General Mo Tong? What is his relationship with General Mo Tong?"

This he knows.

It's in the information he checked.

So there is no need for Wen Ya to tell him.

"It's brother." Jing Yiyan said firmly.

"Brother...?" The old professor's expression twisted for a moment, and he asked in disbelief, "Student Yiyan, are you really sure?"

"um, yes."

Hearing the old professor's rhetorical question, he was a little uncertain.

But he recalled that the information he checked on his phone earlier was indeed his brother.

On the side, Wen Ya was silent.

Hearing Jing Yiyan's extremely firm answer, the old professor was really angry this time, and his hair was about to grow out.

"What brother?! The Duke of Moyin is the father of General Motong!" Not only did he tamper with history, but he also tampered with the kinship of the great man. The old professor was so angry that he almost had a heart attack. There is a classmate Wen Ya, copy for me [-] times the words that Duke Moyin is the father of General Mo Tong! Submit it to me next week! Don’t miss a single pass!”

After finishing speaking, the bell rang, just in time for get out of class to end.

The old professor took the prepared textbooks and left angrily.

Exactly the same as last class.

Through the questions just now, Wen Ya can now be completely sure.

This ba... is not the rightful owner.

Also, not from this world.

But these are not the point.

The point is, he can't continue to let this ba drag him down like this.

"Uh……"

"you……"

The two spoke at the same time.

Wen Ya paused, waiting for him to finish first.

Jing Yiyan sighed faintly.

He scratched his hair, and said helplessly: "Sorry...you told me the answer specially just now, but...I really didn't want to trouble you, I will go back and copy your [-] times."

After speaking, he apologized to Wen Ya again.

After apologizing, Jing Yiyan didn't speak anymore, he turned around and quietly picked up his textbooks, notes and necessary dictionary, ready to get up and leave.

Looking at the thick dictionary and notebook in a certain ba's hand, Wen Ya recalled how seriously the other party was taking notes when he was in class just now.

Wen Crow was silent for half a second.

Then, he seemed to resign himself to his fate: "Forget it, no need."

Jing Yiyan was stunned.

"Duke Moyin just now, have you checked the information on your phone?" Wen Ya asked suddenly.

He answered so firmly just now, obviously he had checked the information in advance, otherwise it would be impossible to answer so firmly and without hesitation.

Jing Yiyan was puzzled and nodded.

Wen Crow stretched out his hand.

Wen Ya: "Show me the information you found."

Jing Yiyan was taken aback, reached out and took out his mobile phone, then turned to the page where the information he had found before was located, and then handed over the mobile phone.

Wen Ya took it.

When receiving it, Wen Ya's cold fingers accidentally touched the back of Jing Yiyan's hand.

The latter frowned and quickly withdrew his hand.

Wen Ya caught a glimpse of it, but he didn't pay much attention to it because he was focusing on his mobile phone.

Wen Ya looked down at the phone screen.

After reading it, his face darkened.

— the whole article is nonsense.

From the beginning to the end, there is no sentence that can be true to the real history.

Wen Ya pinched his brows sullenly.

He has a headache.

A few seconds later, Wen Ya handed the phone back expressionlessly.

Jing Yiyan took it inexplicably.

Looking at the other person's expression...

Is the information wrong?

He frowned, thinking to himself.

"Saturday, nine o'clock in the morning." Wen Ya said suddenly.

"...?"

"The eighth floor of the library."

"what?"

"Come to class."

Jing Yiyan's eyes were blank.

"Also." Wen Ya turned his gaze to look at him, and suddenly said in a deep voice, "I hope you don't use this pheromone perfume on your body anymore, I don't like it."

He specially emphasized half a point on the four words I don't like.

After finishing speaking, Wen Ya kept a cold face, got up and left.

Wen Ya left, Jing Yiyan stood where he was, dazed for a while.

Pheromone perfume...?

Subconsciously, he raised his arm and sniffed.

—but he couldn't smell anything.

Could it be that he has a different smell?

wrong.

He also takes a bath every day.