a ruthless beta

Jing Yiyan bowed his head and memorized what Wen Ya had just taught him.

What Wen Ya taught was not only the content outside the textbook, but also the content to be taught in the history class in the following week.

Although Wen Ya didn't say it personally, it has already shown it clearly.

... He didn't want to be implicated by him anymore.

Jing Yiyan felt guilty and ashamed, so he didn't dare to be distracted during the whole process.

After memorizing it for about half an hour, Jing Yiyan felt that he had almost remembered it.

He closed the notebook, looked up, with a serious expression, "I remember almost, you can test me."

Wen Crow raised his eyes.

Wen Ya raised his eyelids and asked casually, "What is the greatest achievement of His Majesty the First Emperor?"

He answered truthfully.

Wen Ya nodded in satisfaction, and then smelt the second question, "How many years in the Era?"

Jing Yiyan paused for a moment, and answered the correct answer again.

Wen Ya raised his eyebrows, and asked again, "In the first year of the same era, what happened on the neighboring star Sirius, which led to the change of regime."

Jing Yiyan was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously said: "It seems that there is no such thing in the content of the teaching just now..."

Wen Ya looked indifferent, "Indeed not."

Jing Yiyan: "Then..."

Wen Ya interrupted him, "Because this is the knowledge taught in history class last week."

Jing Yiyan fell silent for a moment.

He obediently shut up, and Wen Ya asked again, "Following the question just now, the reason for the change of the Sirius regime is because of why."

Jing Yiyan: "..."

He couldn't answer.

Jing Yiyan whispered, "I don't know..."

Wen Ya was not surprised, he propped his face sideways with one hand, his eyes flickering.

His thin lips parted, and he asked lightly: "After the regime change in Sirius, who is the king who took office, what happened with our country, and how did our country respond."

He was silent.

Jing Yiyan: "...Is this all knowledge from last week?"

Wen Ya: "Yes."

Jing Yiyan sighed.

Perhaps it was because there were too many things to learn and remember. He was sure that he did remember them at that time, but because of the other courses that followed, he quickly forgot them all.

After Wen Ya asked two more questions, he stopped asking.

Then, he threw out a sentence lightly, "All the questions that were not answered just now, one for two hundred times."

One two hundred times...

He did the math.

After finishing the calculation, Jing Yiyan's eyes darkened.

Seeing that he didn't answer for a while, Wen Ya asked lightly, "Why, don't you want to?"

Hearing the sound, Jing Yiyan immediately denied it, "No."

After speaking, he specifically asked again.

Jing Yiyan: "Is it going to be handed over to you next Saturday?"

Wen Ya: "Yes."

Jing Yiyan breathed a sigh of relief.

Next Saturday, that time is still rich.

Then, he asked tentatively, "Then today's class... is it over?"

Wen Ya: "Yes."

When Jing Yiyan heard the crow's response, he subconsciously prepared to take off his coat and return it to him.

Wen Ya saw his movements and was puzzled.

Wen Ya: "...?"

Jing Yiyan was puzzled when he heard about the crow, and he explained calmly, "Letting other people see me wearing your coat...it doesn't seem very good, it will cause misunderstandings."

It's not very good.

But this sentence is very subtle when Jing Yiyan himself said it.

Wen Ya glanced at him with a slightly complicated expression, and then asked slowly, "It caused a misunderstanding...and then."

Jing Yiyan was surprised by Wen Ya's rhetorical question, he blurted out without thinking, "Don't you hate me?"

Wen Ya paused.

Jing Yiyan looked at Wen Ya calmly, with a frank expression, and said, "Although you didn't say it, I can feel that you don't like me."

Wen Ya raised his eyebrows.

Jing Yiyan was so frank and straightforward, on the contrary, he raised his brows with interest.

He really didn't like it, and even more hated it.

But that was against the 'him' of the past.

The current Wen Ya... More than an hour, that is, before the misunderstanding of the pheromone perfume was solved, he was indeed just not as annoying as before, but definitely not to the extent that he liked it.

But after realizing that the pheromone perfume he had always thought was just a misunderstanding, the last sense of disgust and resistance in Wen Ya's heart disappeared without a trace in an instant, without a trace.

Wen Ya's eyes revealed a little taste, but the expression on his face did not show half of it.

Wen Ya said slowly, "Since I hate you, why did I come to teach you?"

Jing Yiyan did not hesitate, "Isn't it because you don't want to be implicated by me again?"

Wen Ya's voice paused again.

He didn't say the reason for teaching him. Of course, he didn't say it on purpose, but he just didn't think it was necessary.

But I didn't expect... a certain person could see the reason so clearly. From the beginning to the end, he never misunderstood the slightest bit, and didn't give birth to the slightest bit of charming thoughts.

Wen Ya suppressed the trace of contempt in his heart.

He stared fixedly at the ba in front of him, and suddenly realized that the majestic ba in front of him, Mu Zhenxuan, was much more interesting than all the people he had seen before....

Wen Ya remained calm, and then said: "No need, you wear it."

Jing Yiyan was surprised.

After Wen Ya finished speaking, he continued lightly: "Since you have already seen it, very good, if you implicate me in the next history class, then next Saturday, if you get a wrong answer or fail to answer a question, Then copy it three hundred times."

Jing Yiyan was stunned.

Jing Yiyan: "...Three hundred times?"

Wen Ya: "Yes."

Seeing Jing Yiyan's expression suddenly becoming a little silly, Wen Ya's mouth couldn't help a half-smile, and his mood suddenly improved.

He got up, said get out of class dismissed lightly, then turned and left.

Wen Ya left, Jing Yiyan stood still for a long time.

His mind is full of the nearly [-] times of penalty copy that Wen Ya just said, and the [-] times of next week's one question.

He had some groundless suspicions... Wen Ya got up to take revenge.

……

noon.

After 'after class', because there were no classes on Saturday and Sunday, Wen Ya returned to the White House.

Back at the White House, it was time for dinner.

In the big, bright and luxurious living room, Rong Xueying saw her son who had always been cold-faced with a smile on her lips.

Could it be that her son... finally... is finally going to fall in love?

Rong Xueying was moved and thought, and immediately hid the excitement in her heart, pretending to be indifferent and asked, "My lovely son seems to be in a good mood today?"

Wen Ya hummed.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ya admitted it, Rong Xueying was overjoyed, and immediately asked while the iron was hot, "...Did something happen?"

Wen Ya nodded, the corners of her lips raised slightly, "I found an interesting person."

Rong Xueying's eyes suddenly became brighter.

Interesting person!

There is a play!

Rong Xueying's heart became even more excited for a moment. She cleared her throat and asked tactfully, "Who is it? A classmate? If you have time, you can call him over to play."

Wen Ya was noncommittal.

Immediately, Wen Ya remembered something, paused with the fork in his hand, and said, "Are there any photos of the previous royal families, generals, and dukes?"

Rong Xueying was startled, and subconsciously asked, "There are, but we need to send someone to look for them and sort them out. But, why do you want this all of a sudden?"

Wen Ya: "It's useful."

Rong Xueying tilted her head, full of puzzlement.

But she quickly put this matter behind her. Now her heart is full of the classmate her son mentioned just now.

Rong Xueying couldn't help asking curiously, "What does that classmate look like? How long have you known each other? When will he be free to come and play?"

"Mother." Wen Ya sternly said, "You don't talk about food."

Rong Xueying shut up depressed.

"I'm just curious... After all, you don't have any friends at school except Xi Zhao..."

……

school.

Jing Yiyan returned to the dormitory wearing Wen Ya's clothes.

Back in the dormitory, Xia Qingning looked at Jing Yiyan's never-before-seen white coat with a silly expression.

He turned around Jing Yiyan, and was a little dumbfounded at the white coat on his upper body, which looked very expensive at first sight.

He stretched out his hand, wanting to touch it, but because he was afraid that he would not be able to pay for it if it gets dirty, he only dared to stand by and watch, not daring to approach it at all, let alone touch it.

Xia Qingning looked at the coat several times, and couldn't help but ask, "Yi Yan, this coat of yours is so pretty... Where did it come from? I've never seen you wear it."

Jing Yiyan took off his coat, folded it neatly, and carefully put it in the suitcase, preparing to bring it to Wen Ya next Saturday.

Jing Yiyan didn't turn his head back, and replied casually, "It's not mine."

Xia Qingning: "Whose is that?"

"It was raining on the way to the library just now," he replied without blushing, "I borrowed it from anyone in the library."

"Oh..." Xia Qingning suddenly realized, "Then that classmate is pretty good."

"Ah."

"However, the clothes are very expensive at first glance. That classmate's family must be very rich..." Xia Qingning said enviously.

Another person in the dormitory, Lan Qiu heard the conversation between Jing Yiyan and Xia Qingning, and soon thought of the act of spraying pheromone perfume on his body when he left the dormitory in the morning.

Lan Qiu seemed to have realized something, and immediately looked in Jing Yan's direction.

He glanced at Jing Yiyan, turned his gaze, and landed on the coat in the suitcase.

He saw a slightly familiar white coat.

It looked very familiar, but he didn't remember who it belonged to for a while.

but.

When he saw the two emerald cuff buttons on the cuffs of the coat, his pupils trembled, and he instantly realized who the owner of the coat was.

This is... Your Highness's coat!

Although Saturday and Sunday are holidays, but with the 'homework' assigned to him by Wen Ya, Jing Yiyan doesn't feel idle at all.

On Saturday afternoon and the whole day on Sunday, Jing Yiyan almost lived in front of the desk, motionless, buried in the questions, copying with dim eyesight and darkness.

Monday comes quickly.

Because I have basically mastered the vocabulary in this world, there is almost no difficulty in listening to the class.

All that remains is to see how quickly his IQ can learn the knowledge of this world.

The two compulsory courses in the morning are over, and the elective courses in the afternoon will soon be ushered in.

The first class is a history elective.

The class of the old history man who loves to be punished for copying.

I don't know if it's because if Wen Ya is involved in copying again, the penalty copying on Saturday will become [-] times per question... Inexplicably, Jing Yiyan suddenly became a little afraid of history class.

Jing Yiyan went to the classroom with textbooks and notebooks in her arms, and then sat in her seat.

After sitting on the chair, without thinking about it, he immediately buried himself in copying the questions.

There are too many questions that can't be answered on Saturday, and I can't finish copying them all in the time of Saturday and Sunday.

So except for class, eating, and sleeping, he basically spent the rest of the time copying questions.

Jing Yiyan buried his head in copying the questions, and the other people in the class glanced in his direction subtly.

Since last week's combat training session, no one dared to speak ill of him in front of his face.

They looked at Jing Yiyan in fear, some implied admiration, some still looked at him with disgust, but they were more afraid than before.

A few minutes after Jing Yiyan arrived in the classroom, Wen Ya arrived.

Wen Ya is tall and tall. He is wearing black trousers and a coat. Inside the coat is a white inner coat embroidered with gold threads. On the chest of the clothes, there is a golden brooch with a cloud pattern pinned impressively.

He held the textbook between his arms easily, and put his hands in the pockets on both sides of his trousers leisurely. He walked into the classroom with a slumped face.

In the classroom, most of the bas are almost spraying pheromone perfume on themselves.

All kinds of factory flavors are mixed together, which is disgusting.

I don't know if it's because he knew that the scent of roses on someone's body was not the smell of pheromone perfume, so now that he smelled that scent on someone's body, he no longer had the impetuous and unpleasant feeling he had before.

Not only that, but it also made him more addicted.

only……

When he was on someone's body today, he seemed to smell something else.

An unfamiliar smell of moss.

It seems to smell like pheromone perfume.

Wen Ya frowned, and then remembered the second sentence someone said to him when he arrived at the library on Saturday.

Wen Ya pinched his brows with a slight headache.

Then, he stretched out his hand, curled his index finger, and tapped on the table.

Hearing the sound coming from beside him, Jing Yiyan raised his head.

Jing Yan said: "?"

Wen Crow: "Stop using this pheromone perfume."

He was stunned for a while, suddenly realized.

Jing Yiyan: "You don't like it?"

Wen Ya: "Yes."

Jing Yiyan snorted and said, "Then I'll change to another one next time... By the way, what kind do you like? I'll go see if my roommate has any."

Wen Ya: "..."

Wen Ya: "I don't like anything, don't use it."

Jing Yiyan frowned, slightly puzzled.

He subconsciously said: "But you don't like the original smell on me, don't you?"

Wen Ya: "..."

Wen Crow was silent.

Wen Ya looked away unnaturally.

Then say: "Well, but now I don't like it even more."

He silently groaned.

Jing Yiyan: "Then I don't need it."

After speaking, he looked back without thinking too much, and continued to copy the questions.

A few minutes later, the class bell rang.

Jing Yiyan stopped writing.

The unsmiling face of the history professor soon appeared in the classroom.

The old professor walked into the classroom and stood on the podium.

This time, before he could open his mouth to ask a question, Jing Yiyan silently took out the questions he had copied and handed them in.

The old professor looked down, and after confirming that he was still there, he nodded and nodded in satisfaction.

Although Jing Yiyan seemed a bit unteachable, his attitude was decent anyway.

After reading the questions copied by Jing Yiyan, he searched on the podium, and quickly found the questions handed in by Wen Ya.

He counted it once, and it was complete, four hundred times.

After confirming, he told Jing Yiyan aloud, "Student Jing Yiyan, I know that you are a student who is willing to learn and a student with a good attitude. You must know that the teacher made you copy for your own good..."

Jing Yiyan nodded, "Yes, teacher, I know."

The old professor nodded appreciatively, "It's good to know, listen carefully in class, and when the questions are answered, the teacher won't let you copy the questions, right?"

Jing Yiyan answered yes.

"Okay, today the students follow me to open the textbook..."

Jing Yiyan opened the textbook.

The old professor started the class.

After listening for a while, Jing Yiyan discovered that Wen Ya had basically told him what the history professor said on Saturday.

Not only that, but even more exhaustive.

Moreover, because Wen Ya is part of the royal family, and even more so, His Royal Highness, he knows some details even more than the professor of history.

... This time he should not be unable to answer.

Jing Yan thought.

Five or ten minutes later, it was time to answer questions again.

Still no surprises.

The old professor's gaze once again turned to Jing Yiyan.

"Student Jing Yiyan."

"... here." Jing Yiyan's heart tightened, and he was suddenly a little nervous.

Beside him, Wen Ya raised his attention a bit, quietly waiting for his answer.

The old professor asked a question that was taught in class just now.

He listened to it in class, and Wen Ya taught it again on Saturday. If he couldn't remember it this time, he was either stupid, or he really didn't study hard.

Jing Yiyan replied word by word, and the answer was completely correct.

The old professor couldn't help but smile.

"Okay...very good...you listened carefully this time..."

Beside him, seeing someone who answered completely correctly, Wen Ya was inexplicably...disappointed.

After teaching someone a lesson, Wen Ya noticed some strange changes in his psychology.

He asked three questions in succession.

Jing Yiyan answered everything.

The old professor smiled happily, and then suddenly asked a question outside of this class.

Jing Yiyan's voice paused.

He had an ominous premonition.

He slowly, with a stiff expression, looked in the direction of the crow.

Wen Crow seemed to sense something.

He turned his gaze and looked in someone's direction calmly.

The eyes of the two met directly.

The corners of someone's eyes twitched, and there was a little despair in their eyes.

he does not know.

Looking at someone's desperate eyes, he understood it.

The corners of his lips raised slightly, and then he looked away in a good mood.

Ok.

Can't answer.

well.

It is clear that he will be implicated and fined for copying later, but Wen Ya's mood is unusually happy.

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