Occasional ABO

He promised to send Bai Zhijing downstairs to the cram school, but Bai Zhijing was reluctant to let go, turning back every step he took.

"Hurry up," Xu Xu waved his hands dumbfounded, "What are you dawdling about!"

"I can't bear you," Bai Zhijing wrinkled his nose pretendingly, and cried, "Ying Xiaoxu, I don't want to leave you!"

"Come on," Xu Xu raised his eyebrows unmoved and said, "What kind of bitter drama is going on on this road."

"I'm sincere," Bai Zhijing pouted, took a step into the building, then took two steps back, turned his head and blinked at Xu Xu, and said pitifully, "You really don't want to keep me? Just let me drift like this?"

It's the morning rush hour for classes, groups of students pass by Bai Zhijing and walk into the corridor, only Bai Zhijing stands still with his neck twisted, really like a small rock standing in the waves.

Xu Xu was amused by his pretended aggrieved expression, waved his hand and said, "Stop ink, just go with the flow."

Bai Zhijing still wanted to struggle: "I am a landlubber, I will drown in the waves."

"Landlubber? Who won the 50-meter freestyle championship in the city games last year?" Xu Xu said, "He also got a trumpet and showed it off in the alley for a week, bragging that he is a little white dragon in the waves, isn't it you? , Little Gang Leader Jinger?"

"You memorized so many books, why is your memory so good?" Bai Zhijing snorted twice, "Then I really left?"

"Let's go." The promise didn't mean to keep him at all.

Holding the schoolbag, Bai Zhijing sighed, dragging his heavy steps in, turning his head once a step, and turning his head once a step, his round eyes were black and clear, just like the grapes just picked from the vine. like.

Even though he knew that the little guy was pretending, Xu Xu's throat was sore from this look, and his heart softened all of a sudden.

If he doesn't fall in love with the cram school, he won't go to the cram school. Anyway, he has passed the high school entrance examination, and it's been more than half a month since he left school. It's not bad to let him play for a while.

Stuffing Bai Zhijing into an educational institution building is like stuffing a flapping bird into a cage, it's really sad.

Just as Xu Xu was about to call Bai Zhijing to stop, he heard a crisp voice from behind——

"Zhijing!"

A boy ran quickly to Bai Zhijing's side, the two brothers hooked his shoulders nicely, took out a PSP from their pockets, and bragged, "Look what a good thing this is!"

"Amazing!" Bai Zhijing clicked his tongue in admiration, eager to say, "Play for me!"

"You help me on duty this Wednesday, and I'll let you play, okay?" the boy said.

"Deal!" Bai Zhijing clapped his palms and hooked the boy's neck excitedly, "Let's go! Go upstairs! What do you have here? Do you have God of War?"

The two of them hooked their shoulders and hunched their backs, bouncing up the stairs.

Promised: "..."

This poor kid has to be locked up in the cram school!

After seeing off Bai Zhijing, Xu Xu rushed to the school laboratory just in time for the last minute of clocking in.

He changed into a white coat, took out his glasses from his pocket and put them on, and happened to meet Guan Zhiheng coming out of the tea room with a cup of coffee.

"Morning senior brother." Xu Xu nodded and said hello.

"Why is it so late today?" Guan Zhiheng asked casually, "You always come early."

Xu Xu lowered his head and smiled, sanitized his hands by the sink, and replied, "Send the children at home to class."

"Your sister?" Guan Zhiheng leaned against the wall, "School starts so early?"

Xu Xu shook his hand: "No, there is still a child at home."

Guan Zhiheng raised his eyebrows lightly, and he didn't know if it was because Xu Yingting's side face looked softer than usual because of a layer of coffee heat.

"I've never heard you say that." Guan Zhiheng asked.

Xu Xu smiled and did not answer, but instead asked: "I sent the data last week to the public mail, have you read it?"

"I've seen it." Guan Zhiheng took a sip of his coffee, "It's beautifully done, even the teacher is full of praise. I've been with him for five years, and I haven't seen him praise me so much."

"No." Xu Xu sat down in his seat, bent down and pressed the power button of the host, "I am young and have little qualifications, and the professor encourages me more."

"He is not such an encouraging mentor," Guan Zhiheng said, "You are indeed doing beautifully, and you are very talented."

Xu Xu smiled: "Senior brother, I'm too proud of you."

Guan Zhiheng moved the tip of his nose lightly, and caught a very faint scent on Xu, it wasn't the smell of hydrogen peroxide in the laboratory, it wasn't the tea pheromone smell of Xu Xu itself, it was the pheromone belonging to another Alpha, it was too weak I can't smell what it is.

He held the coffee cup in one hand, and put the other hand in the pocket of his white coat. His fingertips touched the two thin papers inside——Guan Zhiheng had a roommate who was from the School Association’s Outreach Department, and he was sponsored by a theater. The theater gave a lot of free movie tickets, the roommate gave Guan Zhiheng one, and he asked for another one.

Guan Zhiheng rarely felt nervous, he pursed his lips uncomfortably, and asked after a while, "Are you free on Friday night?"

"Huh?" Xu Xu turned his head, "Senior brother, what's the matter?"

"It's not an important thing. There's a movie about the Renaissance coming out recently," Guan Zhiheng said. "Last time I saw you borrowed "European? Renaissance" from the library. I guess you might be interested in this aspect. interested in the subject matter.”

Xu promised to think politely for two seconds, and then said apologetically: "I have a tutor on Friday night, and I have already set a time with my parents, so it is not easy to refuse."

"Okay." Guan Zhiheng shrugged his shoulders seemingly indifferently, "It seems that I can only go to Renaissance by myself."

This is not the first time he has extended an invitation to Xu Xu, nor is it the first time he has been declined by Xu Xu. It is impossible to say that he is not disappointed at all, but Guan Zhiheng is used to it.

Xu Xu is such a watertight person. On the surface, he looks easy to get along with. He doesn't have any impetuousness that is unique to boys of this age. He is polite and gentle to everyone. Anyone who has come into contact with Xu Xu has no opinion of him. The exception will use a word - "like a spring breeze".

Treating everyone like a spring breeze is equivalent to not being special or interested in anyone. Over the past year, AAOO, the good men and women who have shown promise to promise, can fill an auditorium. preference.

Write him a love letter, he will read it, and after reading it, he will say sorry; give him a gift, he will accept it, and then send it to the donation office of the school's love station; he will not be impatient if you confess to him face to face, and listen carefully After you tell how much you love him, then tell you that you can let it go after you finish talking, and don't put your eyes on him again in the future.

There is a gossip post on the forum of the Medical University, and the popularity is still high after more than a year. The theme is to guess the ideal type of Xu Xu, a top student in the Department of Pathophysiology. It's not a heart at all, but a cold chip.

Guan Zhiheng took a look at the promise, and said to keep up the hard work, he didn't believe that the promise really had no flaws at all, as long as he found a crack, he could pry it open even if it was a hard shell.

On the other end, Xu Xu took out his phone and opened the search interface.

Guan Zhiheng talked to him about movies just now, and he remembered that Bai Zhijing also talked to him yesterday about going to see some kind of movie, such as alien wars and other nonsense.

He searched the Internet, and found that apart from the Renaissance-themed documentary, there was also a sci-fi movie. Looking at the poster, he knew it was a bad movie with gimmicky features.

Promise snorted, Bai Zhijing liked this kind of exaggerated things.

While shaking his head, he put the movie in his favorites.

"Jing'er," Song Baobei poked Bai Zhijing's arm with a pen, and said in a low voice, "Would you like to watch Invasion of the Lizard Man?"

Bai Zhijing was playing PSP under the table, and had no time to talk to Song Baobao: "Go, go, don't bother!"

Baby Song curled her lips and glanced at the game interface: "You're almost dead..."

"That's impossible!"

Bai Zhijing was very confident. With one smooth operation, the stickman in the game interface flipped 720 degrees in the air, and fell into the cliff with a "baji".

game? over.

"...It's all your fault, you crow's mouth!" Bai Zhijing scolded Song Baobao, and another round started in a blink of an eye.

The Chinese teacher was teaching on the podium, and had a panoramic view of the little movements of the two of them. He tapped the blackboard with his fingers, called the name and said, "Baby Song, you answer, and recite the first paragraph of "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond"."

"Huh?" Baby Song was dumbfounded, "Me?"

"Yes, it's you, stand up quickly." The Chinese teacher nodded.

Bai Zhijing was gloating on the sidelines, snickering non-stop with his head down, shrugging his shoulders.

Baby Song scratched her head, then her butt, and said cautiously, "I'm like a fish in your lotus pond?"

The whole class roared with laughter, among them Bai Zhijing laughed the most, stomping his feet while patting the table.

"Why don't you sing!" The Chinese teacher rolled his eyes angrily, and twirled his fingers, "Bai Zhijing, I see that you are quite confident, you can recite it to him."

This time it was Bai Zhijing's turn to be stupid.

"Teacher, if I recite it to him, he will never learn it. You'd better let him recite it by himself." Bai Zhijing said, "Let him develop the ability to learn independently."

"No need to be modest," the Chinese teacher patted the podium table, "You are here."

"This is the 21st century," Bai Zhijing muttered, "Why are you still sitting around?"

The Chinese teacher laughed angrily at him: "You mean I ordered you wrong, right?"

"It's not wrong, it's just not good," Bai Zhijing explained, "I grew up with him, we are like a family, if you order him, you'd better not order me, spread the word to you No, what if people say you are narrow-minded?"

"I'll ask you to memorize a book," the Chinese teacher was stunned by his big reasoning, "Am I being narrow-minded?"

Bai Zhijing nodded: "That's what it means. It is said that the crime is not as good as the family. If he makes a mistake, you can punish him. Don't implicate other innocent people."

"Don't play tricks on me," the Chinese teacher threw a chalk stub at him, "Quickly memorize it!"

This time it was Baby Song's turn to giggle.

Bai Zhijing sighed, and pretended to be decent: "Under the bright moonlight, the green lotus leaves are fluttering in the wind, like a little girl's skirt, or a big beauty's bracelet. There is a faint fragrance, this fragrance makes people intoxicated, just like being in a fairyland..."

He recited it affectionately, and if you don’t listen carefully, you can’t really tell what’s wrong. The Chinese teacher’s face became darker as he listened, and interrupted him loudly: "What are you memorizing! Is it "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond"!"

"No way?" Bai Zhijing's eyes widened and he said innocently, "I've recited it wrong? No! I recited it several times last night, it's "Moonlight in the Lotus Pond"."

"Then tell me," the Chinese teacher snorted coldly, "Which book did you memorize it in?"

"Composition with full marks in the senior high school entrance examination," Bai Zhijing chuckled, "I know how to memorize a lot."

The Chinese teacher was choked for a few seconds, and dropped the textbook in his hand: "Okay, this is a high school text, you can't understand it, I will test your junior high school knowledge, you can always answer this?"

This cram school is a transitional class connecting junior and senior high schools, to consolidate the knowledge points of junior high school, and then preview the content of high school.

Bai Zhijing patted his chest: "Yes!"

The Chinese teacher asked: "The business woman doesn't know the hatred of subjugation, what's the next sentence?"

"Simple," Bai Zhijing raised his chin, "Across the river is still singing the flowers in the backyard."

"That's right," the Chinese teacher squinted his eyes and smiled, "What about the last sentence?"

"..." Bai Zhijing was stunned.

"Skip class for two days, don't do the assigned homework, and miss class," the Chinese teacher said coldly, "It's impossible not to ask your parents to come this time."

"Don't! I will answer this question!" Bai Zhijing immediately raised his hand, "Isn't it just a business woman who doesn't know the hatred of subjugation? I know the last sentence!"

"Tell me," the Chinese teacher stared at him, "If you can tell, I won't call your dad."

"The last sentence is—" Bai Zhijing swallowed, and said loudly, "As the saying goes!"