After installing O, I was arched by Beta

In the afternoon's self-study class, there was a bang outside, and the drizzle that had been suppressed for a long time finally kicked off amidst the thunder.

A gentle breeze rushed into the classroom accompanied by water vapor, followed by a slight smell of mud.

Someone exclaimed, followed by sparse discussions.

"It's raining, I didn't bring an umbrella... It's over."

"Don't you even read the weather forecast? It's going to rain today."

"Ham, it's raining today, it's a blessing to be drenched."

"Feudal superstition is not advisable! Seeing that you have caught a cold, are you still blessed?"

Shang Mu listened to the speeches of the students in the front and back rows, and casually turned his head.

Looking past the boy sitting upright, he turned to the wet screen window.

I don't know if it's a psychological reason, but when the rain falls, even the singing of the birds becomes joyful.

Just a little cold.

Shang Mu couldn't help but turned up his collar and said "Zi La", wishing he could pull the zipper up to his chin.

Lu Fan, who had been writing all the time, heard the voice and looked towards him.

Shang Mu was startled, and then smiled flatteringly at him: "At the same table, can you close the window? I don't have enough clothes again."

In the next second, the warm school uniform was thrown on his lap.

"Put it on." The boy said two words casually.

Then his knuckle fingers pulled towards the wall of the window, and with a "snap", the sound of the rain was shut out.

Suddenly, the whole classroom fell silent.

Shang Mu looked up, only to realize that the whole classroom seemed to be looking at them?

Swept by Lu Fan's gaze, they all lowered their heads as if frightened.

Sitting on the podium, the cadre of the duty class tapped the eraser at the right time: "Do the questions well. It's so novel to close the window when it rains. We are the rocket class. Can't we lose the mastery?"

The commotion caused by the rain in the classroom finally subsided.

Shang Mu carefully put on the clothes that Lu Fan handed over, as if his breath carried the unique pine scent of that person.

As if being hugged by this person.

He sneaked a peek at the side, and then another.

Until the person wrote a note and handed it over: [See the fee again].

Only then did I feel embarrassed and buried my eyes in the words.

He picked up a pen, wrote a sentence on the card Lu Fan sent, and pushed it to him silently.

[Are you really not A?They said that they suspect that you are pretending. 】

In fact, he wanted to add another sentence: Otherwise, why are you so strong and so flirtatious?

But he is cowardly.

He dare not...

After handing over the note, he retracted his hand like a thief.

His eyes were clearly staring at the book, but it seemed like he was looking at a ghostly talisman, and he couldn't read a word.

There was a helpless chuckle in his ears, and then the rustling sound of the tip of the pen touching the paper.

Then, a note was slapped in front of him:

[Law-abiding, good people. Beta, no pretense]

Looking at the words on the note, Shang Mu always felt that the last three words of this person seemed to be teasing him.

"You have been staring at this sample question for a long time."

While he was in a daze, the boy beside him suddenly approached.When you speak, your breath hits your cheeks.

The young man quickly covered the book with both hands, and there is no silver 300 taels here: "I didn't lose my mind! Obviously, it's obvious that this knowledge can't get into my mind by himself."

Lu Fan: "Yes, it's all the fault of knowledge."

His tone was serious.

Shang Mu: ...

Stomp on the spot!

Can't he hear the sarcasm in these words!

He simply lay down on the table like an ostrich, muttering softly, "Why does my stomach suddenly hurt, it hurts so much..."

He failed to arouse half of his brother Lu's concern.

Just as it was making noise, the door of the classroom was pushed open with a creak, and the moment the teacher in charge appeared at the door, the whole classroom seemed to be muted instantly, and even the sound of turning the pages of the book became cautious.

Shang Mu quickly sat up straight like a rabbit, and continued to organize notes in front of the textbook.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Kun walked straight towards him when he entered the door.

The homeroom teacher stood next to Shang Mu and didn't speak. Even Shang Mu, who has dealt with teachers since he was a child, couldn't help being stared at.

"Well, teacher...what can you do?" Shang Mu finally raised his head and asked.

"It's nothing, just look at your notes." Zhang Kun was afraid of disturbing other students in the class, so he spoke in a breathless voice.

Then he clicked on the art book in Shang Mu's hand, and asked, "Is this all the same? Can you show me?"

Shang Mu handed the notebook to him, and replied in a low voice: "This is mainly used to organize the content of science subjects, as well as English grammar."

Zhang Kun let out a "hmm", holding his notebook and reading it seriously.The sound of turning pages rang above my head from time to time, as if I was watching with relish.

"How long does it take to organize these maps?" he asked.

Shang Mu thought for a while and said: "In the basic class, I use a pencil to make an outline, and what the teacher has said can be organized and perfected in a self-study class."

"Last time when Lu Fan talked about this, I got a general understanding of it. I also tested it in the process of flipping through it just now. After reading it once, I can remember these frameworks relatively quickly. But you organize a class in five to 10 minutes. , don’t you think it would be better to review the notes directly?”

After finishing speaking, I felt that my words were somewhat ambiguous, and I was afraid that Shang Mu would misunderstand it as a criticism, so I added another sentence: "I just want to hear your thoughts, because I don't know enough about this field."

Shang Mu pursed her lips and smiled embarrassedly: "It does take a long time to sort out, but in fact the process of sorting out is reviewing and combing. I usually don't read textbooks when sorting out, and just write from memory. "

"And when writing and drawing, the brain has enough time to recall what it has learned today, so this process actually uses a relatively high amount of time."

Zhang Kun nodded thoughtfully: "Yes, can you teach the students in the class about the things you have organized? It won't be too long, just let everyone have a look at the last self-study class today. If there is A good learning method, the teacher hopes to promote it as much as possible.”

Zhang Kun doesn't know where the students Shang Mu and Lu Fan learned the mind map from, but what he thinks is very simple:

A learning method may be able to be mastered by some, but not by others.But as a teacher, first let the students know that there is such a thing that can be done, and then give them the right to choose.

Shang Mu smiled generously: "Yes, yes, if anyone is interested, you can ask me for the materials. After this class is over, I will transcribe it."

The head teacher nodded and went to stand on the podium.

"Two things. First, there is one week left in the monthly exam next Thursday and Friday. Do a good job of review. If the score does not reach the top 50 in the grade, you will quit Rocket Class 1.

Second, Shang Mu’s way of taking notes is relatively novel. I will pass it on to everyone in the next class. If you are interested, you can ask him or Lu Fan for advice. "

After finishing speaking, the bell for the end of get out of class also rang, so I said "end of get out of class" and left the classroom.

After the homeroom teacher left, three or four students gathered around Shang Mu who came to see the excitement.

After nearly a month of contact, some of them are already familiar with him, and they speak very casually.

"Shang Mu, what is the note? It was nominated by Lao Zhang."

Sudden chattering surrounded several classmates, Shang Mu shrunk his neck subconsciously.

It's not that I'm afraid of being watched or anything, it's just that I don't like the feeling of being bluffed and praised.After all, he has a prominent family background, since he was a child;

There are not a few flatterers around,

After a long time, I have an instinctive aversion to these.

But he knew that they were all pure classmates, so he could only bite the bullet and apologize: "Maybe it was drawing with colored pens in the self-study class every day, and the head teacher noticed it. It's nothing special. I will pass it on to you when I finish writing."

After explaining, the people around him not only did not disperse, but got closer.

"It turns out that you put colored pens every day to organize your notes? I thought you didn't study every day, but just painted, and you could make it to Class 1."

"It looks a bit difficult. Can you copy this note? I don't think I can draw."

"Yes, can you make a copy? I want a copy too! This note looks very good, but it seems that it takes a lot of time to sort it out."

"Yes, yes, this kind of notebook is too unfriendly to handicapped people like us. Mumu, let us take a copy!"

Hearing everyone's inquisitive inquiries, Shang Mu's hands froze.

I didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He clearly agreed to only circulate it in the class, so why did he want to copy his notes?

Although his father has always taught him that people cannot be selfish, he still feels a little uncomfortable when he sees such a direct take-over.

As I was struggling in my heart, a weak and small voice came out from the crowd.

"However, these are the notes that Shang Mu organized by himself. Wouldn't it be good for you to copy them directly?"

When I looked up, I realized that the person who spoke was Chen Xing.

Although the previous misunderstanding has been resolved, some people's impression of Chen Xing has not changed.

After all, he poured dirty water on Shang Mu. Even if it turns out that he was coerced by others, he did help the evildoers.

As for Shang Mu, he is too dazzling.

He was like a little crane that got in with the flock of chickens, idling there with one foot.Not fighting or grabbing, lazy and lazy, but it is especially eye-catching.

Seeing Chen Xing arguing for Shang Mu, the Alphas all snorted: "Yes, at most we only need a note from him, unlike you, you have ruined his reputation."

Sure enough, when everyone said this, Chen Xing's eyes immediately turned red: "But I... didn't do it on purpose..."

As he said that, as soon as he sucked his nose, tears fell down first: "How can you be like you, because you hurt him less, are you nobler than me?"

Omega's sweet and soft pheromone, because of emotional excitement, scattered along the tears as if nothing.

Immediately, a group of Alphas who were big and thick all turned off their fire.

Shang Mu also couldn't laugh or cry: using pheromones to trigger Alpha's physiological sympathy;

Love, this is foul enough.

Quickly waved to everyone: "Don't make a fuss, I'll go back and scan it into an electronic version, whoever wants it can private me in the Wchat group."

Then, after everyone dispersed, he called Chen Xing over.

He took out another pack of tissue paper, put it on the table, and pouted at him: "Wipe it quickly, use pheromone if you can't say it? You little O is also very bad. Fortunately, the Alpha in the class is still polite and didn't respond. Suppress you, otherwise you will not be crushed to death?"

"I didn't, they were so bad..." he whispered.

The voice was soft, with a hint of coquettishness.

Shang Mu was startled, feeling that Chen Xing's tone seemed a little strange?

But thinking that this person had just cried, it should just be that his voice had softened unconsciously, and he suppressed the doubts in his heart.

Unexpectedly, there was a sudden "dong" sound next to him, which made Shang Mu tremble in fright.

Turning around, I saw the cold boy with an indifferent expression on his face: "I didn't catch the book, it dropped it."

Shang Mu looked at the several thick textbooks he "accidentally" dropped on the table, and slowly typed a series of words in his heart: "You have so many books, are you planning to move?"