Dream Love O is Cherry Alpha

Fu Xingxian.

Wen Jing had heard of this name before.

Zhang Shan said that in the recent very lively school grass competition, the top three with the highest number of votes, one is him, one is Fu Xingxian, and the other is... who is it?The student council president?

Wen Jing tilted his head and looked at this person.

His brows are heroic, his nose bridge is straight, and his eyes are looking over forcefully through the gold-rimmed glasses, as if he cannot refuse.

An inverted triangle figure, broad shoulders and long legs, is indeed the perfect Alpha image in the hearts of the public.

Reminiscent of the gender that he is about to divide, Wen Jing feels a little complicated.

He snorted, "Why, can you skip class because you are handsome?"

Fu Xingxian was silent for a few seconds: "I am the president of the student union."

Wen Jing was also silent.

Isn't the student council president wearing glasses?

Dexin Middle School implements a certain degree of student self-government.The president of the student union is the one with the strongest learning ability and has the right to arrange the class time independently.So Fu Xingxian did not have to go to class.

Wen Jing moved his nose, and vaguely smelled a little familiar smell, sweet and refreshing.

He looked down at his white shirt, but couldn't find the reddish juice marks.

Now is not the time to think about that.

He looked up and saw that the other party was holding a large stack of documents in both hands, which seemed a little heavy.

"You wait."

Wen Jing slowly supported the tree to stand up, patted the ashes on his pants, and ran out without standing upright.

The student council president doesn't recognize him, and he still can't see his face. If he doesn't run away, is it possible to deduct points from the class?

After school at noon, Wen Jing was called to the office by the head teacher, Teacher Liu.

The little old man with a round face smiled and stood up to close the door: "How is your health? What did the hospital say."

"It's okay, there's no big problem." Wen Jing walked to Old Man Liu's desk before standing still, when he suddenly heard a click behind him.

Looking back, I found that the little old man had locked the door, with a sullen expression and no smile, holding a mobile phone in his hand.

On the lit screen, amidst the greenery, a thin young man stretched his long legs lazily.

He was wearing a school uniform white shirt with the top two buttons unbuttoned.The dappled sunlight fell on the slender collarbone and the face wearing cat-eye sunglasses, the skin color was whiter than the clothes.

Wen Jing paused for a moment, then stretched out his hand to fish: "This photo is quite beautiful, can you send me a copy of the original picture for collection."

Teacher Liu stuffed the phone back into his pocket instantly with agility beyond his age: "No way! Tell me, what did you skip class today?"

Wen Jing scratched his hair.

"It's too stuffy in the classroom, go out and get some fresh air."

Teacher Liu looked at his face carefully: "If you feel uncomfortable, take sick leave, and don't run around outside during class. You don't feel uncomfortable now, do you?"

well?Don't scold him?

Before Wen Jing could react, he was pushed on the chair by Teacher Liu.

"Sit here."

……

Wen Jing was locked in the office, and spent the whole afternoon brushing the math papers, his fingers hurt from writing.

After finally being allowed to leave, he rubbed his fingers and returned to the classroom, ignoring the sneaky glances of other students, and lay down on the seat directly.

After a while, I smelled a strong and strange smell, like boiled broccoli mixed with some kind of stench, which made people almost suffocate.

Opening his eyes, he saw Zhang Shan looking at him at the table with his whole body full of heat and hesitating to speak.

"Why do you smell so bad?" Wen Jing frowned.

"Ah! It's time to replace the barrier agent, sorry sorry."

Zhang San took out a small bottle and sprayed it on himself, and the mixed broccoli flavor was replaced by artificial flavor.

The nose is a little quieter, and the complex smell has become a little more singular, but it still smells uncomfortable.

Wen Jing: "If there is something to do, go to the court, and if there is nothing to do, leave the court."

"Look at this." Zhang Shan reached out and put the phone in front of him.

A familiar picture, the one old man Liu showed him.

Wen Jing copied the phone: "Where did you get the photo?"

Zhang Shan lowered his voice: "Basically every Omega in the school has one of these photos."

Wen Jing, who was sending the photos to his mobile phone:? ? ?

"It's just an Omega girl who posted it in the group to solicit votes for your school grass competition, and then other Omega came out."

"Group?" Wen Jing grasped the key point accurately, "What group?"

The school bell rang.

In the next second, a shiny head poked into the door of the classroom, with a few strands of half-length hair fluttering in the wind unwillingly.

"It's class, it's class, what are you doing if you don't go back to your seat? Zhang Shan, I'm talking about you, such a big person is an eyesore!" Teacher You, who is about 1.6 meters tall, walked into the classroom fiercely, with a loud voice , over the school bell.

Amidst the roar of laughter, the 1.9-meter tall man shrank his neck and left.

Wen Dingjing opens WeChat, downloads photos, and checks EXIF ​​information.

He very much doubted that it was Fu Xingxian who took the photo. If he could confirm the time of the photo and the model of the phone... damn the EXIF ​​information is missing.

“……你们这次成绩不行啊，又有人分数在平均分以下……Therewasonceaman……这个知识点我们在课本第8页Lesson3的第12行学过，第36页Lesson11的第8行也复习过！讲了多少次了还有人错，你们是想气死我！”尤老师把教案在讲台上摔得啪啪响。

Zhang Shan covered the frantically vibrating cell phone in his trouser pocket, and turned his head to look at Wen Jing across the aisle.

The young man looked at him, his eyes were black and white, his milky white skin had pink lines from sleep, his light-colored lips opened and closed, and he mouthed: pull, me, enter, group.

Zhang Shan thought, he couldn't refuse this request, he could only feel sorry for those Omegas.

How can you say that human skin is so white?

No wonder the photo went viral all morning.

Brother Jing is splitting up, huh?At that time, those Omegas will be even more crazy, I don't know what Brother Jing is like.

One minute later, Wen Jing was pulled into the group chat.

The group name is full of gaudy expressions, and the chat messages below are all over the place.

Wen Jing moved his fingers.

View: [image]

View: "Does anyone have the original picture of this picture?"

Someone responded quickly.

"newcomer?"

"Wen Jing's photos are out of the circle, right? A lot of people joined the group today. There were still more than 300 people in the morning."

"This picture is the original picture~"

View: "This is not the original picture."

The group chat exploded.

"???"

"Wen Jinghei?"

"Wen Jing doesn't study well, you can say, what's so dark about his face?"

"There is absolutely no P in this picture! The original high-definition picture!"

"Have you ever seen Wen Jing himself? He just looks like this. It's impossible for him to be P."

"Where's the group leader? Where's the group leader, kick this sunspot!"

Wen Jing was still typing in the message box to explain: the original image of the photo will have EXIF ​​information, the resolution of this image has not been compressed but the EXIF ​​cannot be read, it should have been processed...

Suddenly, the refreshing of the group chat interface stopped, and the last line read: You have been removed from the group chat by "Qiandu".

Wen Jing: ...

Two minutes later, Zhang Shan held back a smile and pulled Wen Jing's trumpet into the group chat.

This time, the members of the group found out that there was another reminder to join the group, and a lot of questions came up:

"Who did you pull in @高山"

"Which grade is @GS for the rookie"

"A, B, or O"

"@高山 your trumpet?"

Neither Gao Shan nor Xinren responded.

Amidst Teacher You's roar, an English textbook wildly hit the two of them in the head.

The sky is not too dark, but the school is already out of school.

Teacher You stood in front of the water dispenser, holding a big tea mug, and moistened his throat: "This time it's cheap for you, get out of here with your phone! Next time I'm caught playing with my phone in class, I'll pick up the bench and knock..."

Wen Jing and Zhang Shan touched the mobile phone on the desk and quickly disappeared from Teacher You's sight.

After running ten meters away in the corridor, Zhang Shan breathed a sigh of relief: "U2's mouth is dead, like a machine gun."

Wen Jing was also stunned by the machine gun.

He rubbed his temples and turned on the phone screen.

Of course there is nothing wrong with the phone, and the teacher can't unlock it, let alone operate it.

The interface is still in the chat group, but the chat interface is static.

He didn't reply in time, and he was kicked again.

Wen Jing felt tired: "I won't join the group anymore, you can ask me directly, just ask where the photo came from and who took it."

He turned the corner, unexpectedly there was someone at the other end of the quiet corridor, and almost ran into him.

Wen Jing looked at the uniform jacket, white shirt and crimson tie in front of him, and felt that there were so many people in school who were not afraid of the heat.

Fortunately, this person only has a faint scent of grass and woods, unlike the guys in his class, who smell messy.

"Sorry, I..." Wen Jing moved his eyes and met a pair of star eyes.

It's Fu Xingxian.

The author has something to say:

[Mobile phone camera-settings-record geographic location information]

If you turn on this switch, you can find the GPS information in the EXIF ​​information of the photos you take.If the original picture of the photo is sent to other people, the other party can locate the location of the photo shooter, or even the real estate where he lives.

Either don't send the original photo to others, or turn off this switch.