a ruthless beta

Jing Yiyan was still a little unaccustomed to suddenly changing from Class E to Class D.

Because the teacher in class d is completely different from the teacher in class e.

Unlike class E, they treat their students with an indulgent attitude, but focus on beating and beating, assign too many homework, and do not allow students to err in their own classrooms.

Among them, because Jing Yiyan and Class C are only separated by one point, these teachers keep an eye on him the most closely, and at the same time, they are also the strictest.

But strictness is a good thing, because strictness does work and can help improve grades.

Everything is progressing step by step and on the right track.

After a month, Jing Yiyan finally seemed to slowly integrate into this world bit by bit.

On Wednesday, the school suddenly became lively.

Early in the morning, Xia Qingning got up from the bed and began to tidy up herself.

He got up earlier than Jing Yiyan.

Jing Yiyan was still asleep on the bed. Hearing the movement in the dormitory, he opened his eyes in a daze, looked in Xia Qingning's direction, and asked, "Why did you wake up so early today?"

Listening to the friend's question, Xia Qingning replied without thinking, "Yiyan, have you forgotten, today is the Seven Sugar Festival."

All together?

Qitang?

Seven sugars?

Jing Yiyan frowned, completely unaware of what Xia Qingning was talking about.

Puzzled, he got up from the bed and prepared to go to the classroom for class.

On the other side, after Xia Qingning cleaned up and dressed herself, she brought her textbooks, and then picked up a beautifully packaged small gift box.

Xia Qingning held it lightly, as if carrying some rare treasure.

Not only Xia Qingning, but another roommate in the same dormitory, Lan Qiu, also held a small gift box in his hand.

However, the gift box in Lan Qiu's hands is obviously more delicate than the one in Xia Qingning's hands.

Jing Yiyan put on her clothes, glanced at the gift boxes in the hands of the two of them, and looked away inexplicably.

After washing up, he took his textbooks and notes and went downstairs with Xia Qingning. When he came downstairs, he found that not only Lan Qiu and Xia Qingning, but also the other students were holding very beautifully packaged small gift boxes.

Looking at these small gift boxes, Jing Yiyan asked Xia Qingning, "Who are these things in their hands going to give to?"

Xia Qingning replied: "I don't know who to give them to, but I want to give it to Song Siyin from Class A~"

Since it is going to be given to a student in Class A, it must be an alpha.

Since this small gift box is for an alpha, then he almost understands what the so-called Seven Sugar Festival is today.

Probably a festival similar to Valentine's Day in his original world?

Jing Yiyan thought to himself.

After he probably knew what the festival was today, he immediately lost interest in the so-called Seven Sugar Festival.

Jing Yiyan didn't think that anyone would give him a small gift box.

But when he arrived at the class and took his seat, he actually saw several beautifully packaged small boxes on his desk.

Jing Yiyan looked at these small boxes on his desk, feeling very delicate in his heart.

He didn't know what was in the box.

He didn't dare to tear it down.

He was afraid that after opening the box, it would be equivalent to agreeing to the other party and falling in love with the other party.

Therefore, he decisively pushed these small gift boxes aside, not daring to touch them any more.

……

a class.

Qi Yao didn't intend to give a small gift box.

Because he knew that with Jing Yan's temperament, he would definitely not accept it.

He didn't intend to give it away, but was sent a bunch of it.

Looking at these small gift boxes on the table, Qi Yao frowned, feeling bored in his heart.

And as for smelling crows.

Wen Ya also knew that with Jing Yiyan's temperament, he would definitely not accept the gift.

What's more, at present, he doesn't have any other thoughts about himself.

But it was clear, but he still couldn't control himself and prepared a gift.

But not packaged.

Because if it was packaged carefully and beautifully... then his thoughts would be clear at a glance.

With a gift in his pocket, Wen Ya became inexplicably nervous and anticipating the afternoon scene.

The morning time flies by.

In the afternoon, Jing Yiyan went to the classroom with his textbooks.

As usual, his face was calm.

He walked into the classroom with textbooks and notes and took a seat. After a while, Wen Crow arrived.

Wen Ya walked into the classroom and took his seat. As expected, the table was full of beautifully packaged small gift boxes.

Although knowing that the possibility is extremely low, Wen Ya still couldn't help but asked a ba beside him, "...is there a gift from you here?"

Wen Ya asked a question suddenly, Jing Yiyan was stunned for a moment, and then denied it without hesitation, "No."

Wen Ya was silent for half a second.

After a moment of silence, he asked, "Then who did you give it to?"

Jing Yiyan said without hesitation, "No one gave it away."

Wen Ya felt relieved.

When it comes to emotional matters, Jing Yiyan has always been slow.

Even what Wen Ya said just now was enough to cause ordinary people to misunderstand deeply, and Jing Yiyan didn't think about going elsewhere if he thought of certain possibilities, and thought deeply about it.

Or maybe.

The most fundamental possibility is that he feels that it is impossible for him to like himself if he hears the crow.

In class, Jing Yiyan, as always, listened to the class carefully, took notes, and had no other distractions.

Wen Ya was restless with the gift he had prepared.

He didn't care about the class at all.

He turned his face to the side several times, looking in the direction of his side, wanting to give away the things in his arms.

But every time, the right opportunity was not found.

Or rather.

He was so nervous that he didn't know how to speak naturally.

Wen Ya was nervous and cramped, talking in his heart for a long time, turned his face to look at Jing Yiyan again and again, but he couldn't say a word.

Jing Yiyan wanted to turn a blind eye at first, but Wen Ya's sense of presence was too strong, and he obviously seemed to be looking for something to do with him, so before Wen Ya could find a "suitable opportunity" to speak, he turned his face away , asked actively: "Does Your Highness want to say something to me?"

Jing Yiyan asked a question suddenly, Wen Ya was caught off guard, and almost subconsciously said no.

But as soon as he finished speaking, he regretted it.

Sure enough, the Crow said no, and Jing Yi said "oh", then looked away, and didn't ask any more questions.

Wen Ya regretted it too late.

...but there is no regret medicine in the world.

In a blink of an eye, the first elective class was over, and Wen Ya still couldn't give away the things in his arms.

When it came to the second elective course, Wen Ya thought that if he didn't send it out, today would be over.

But like thinking so, it is still difficult to say it.

Wen Ya never knew that he was a majestic prince, fearless, and one day he would be able to live in such a fearless manner.

Time passed.

Hearing the crows, the second elective course is over.

After class, Jing Yiyan packed up his textbooks, got up and left.

Seeing this, Wen Ya almost subconsciously called out to stop him.

"Jing Yan."

Jing Yiyan stood still, turned around in confusion, "?"

"You..." Wen Ya was at a loss for words.

"Is your highness okay?" he asked.

Hearing the crows, he said nothing.

After waiting for several seconds before Wen Ya spoke again, Jing Yiyan said again: "If Your Highness is fine, then I will leave first."

After Jing Yi's words fell, Wen Ya seemed to muster up his courage, and pretended to be calm and said: "Stretch out your hand."

Jing Yiyan was puzzled, and stretched out his hand obediently.

Wen Ya pressed the things he had prepared a long time ago into his hands.

Wen Ya: "Take it."

After speaking, he turned around with a stiff expression and left.

Wen Ya left, Jing Yiyan looked at the thing in his hand inexplicably.

He picked it up and looked up and down, tilted his head, a little puzzled.

what is this?

He thought suspiciously and took it apart.

After taking it apart, he was slightly taken aback.

……sugar?

Why did His Highness Wen Ya suddenly want to give this to him?

He took the things in his hand and returned to the dormitory in confusion.

In the dormitory, Xia Qingning was not there, only Lan Qiu was alone.

I saw Lan Qiu sitting beside her bed in a trance, her gaze a little dull.

He kept murmuring: "Why...why... so you lied to me before... did you all lie to me..."

Jing Yiyan glanced at Lan Qiu lightly, and his eyes quickly passed by.

As if stimulated, Lan Qiu suddenly raised her voice, as if she was talking to Jing Yiyan, and also raised her voice as if talking to herself: "Haha, alpha! When I go to bed, my mouth is full of sweet words. When you get out of bed, you don’t recognize anything—you say you’ll get married after graduation, and when you get out of bed, you don’t even want to pretend to know each other! You’re already engaged to an omega, but you contact me every day, talking on the bed Sweet talk, I foolishly believed it! Haha, it’s ridiculous, a plaything actually takes itself seriously. Omega and alpha are a match made in heaven, and we bas actually want to get in, ignorant, shameless, and self-aware— —”

Lan Qiu said frantically.

While talking, he turned his eyes and suddenly looked at the thing in Jing Yiyan's hand.

Lan Qiu asked, "Who gave it to you?"

Jing Yiyan didn't think much, and replied truthfully: "Your Highness."

Lan Qiu was not surprised when she heard this, and grinned.

He chuckled and asked back, "Why did Your Highness give you this, do you know?"

Jing Yiyan frowned: "What?"

Lan Qiu stepped forward, came to his side, and lowered her voice.

Lan Qiu whispered softly: "Your Highness likes you."

He said softly and laughed.

But almost instantly, like changing his face, he immediately turned cold.

Lan Qiu said coldly: "I don't know what you like, but you don't have to be complacent. Your Highness will only be with an omega in the future. You, a ba, can only become His Highness's plaything at best."

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angels who irrigate the nutrient solution: 11 bottles of Taolangweixian; 10 bottles of crispy rice cakes;