[ABO] After the differentiation, I started hanging up

The lights in the corner of the campus provoked unknown little bugs. When the summer wind blew, the dim lights flickered twice.

Midsummer is a season of rapid progress. The fragrance of flowers at night is mixed with the sound of crickets, passing through the eardrums.

"Hurry up, lower your head and admit your mistake, and I won't make it difficult for you." The young man sat on the stone table, his legs turned up, and his face looked impatient: "My patience is limited."

Facing Xueba's intimidation, Jiang Ling didn't change his face, and said coldly: "I've made it clear to you, it's useless for you to say more."

Yu Jitao put his legs down, put his hands on the edge of the stone table, and clicked his tongue: "I don't understand, what is it about Shen Yun that you like? Just because she is good-looking? You are so superficial."

As soon as he heard other people's grinding, Jiang Ling became angry, and he picked up the stick on the ground: "Take your weapon."

The contest between men can only be resolved by force.

The whole school knows that former school Cao Jiang Ling is an undifferentiated top alpha, while Yu Jitao is a differentiated top alpha.

Undifferentiated and differentiated fight each other, it is conceivable who will win.

The undifferentiated ones who come to challenge the differentiated ones obviously look down on the differentiated ones.

Think Yu Jitao dare not do anything?

That's right, Yu Jitao just didn't dare to make a move.

Uncle Yu Jitao is the well-known director Yu Cheng, the nightmare of the students, the legendary expert in breaking up couples, who knows how to run around all day long, fights, smoking and drinking, not wearing school uniforms, holding hands and falling in love.

As soon as Yu Jitao committed a crime, Yu Cheng mentioned it to his father, and his father beat him with a belt. He was really aggrieved as a school bully.

The whole school is recognized as the most aggrieved school bully.

"Irritable." Yu Jitao commented: "You still want to be the plague god's brother-in-law with your violent temper?"

Before the fight started, Jiang Ling was inexplicably sweating profusely, and the pain was excruciating when he shook his head lightly.

"Brother Yu, the God of Plague is here! Run!" Before he finished speaking, the little gangster who was in charge of releasing the wind came running up and down.

Yu Jitao said disdainfully: "Isn't he just a plague god? Come here and I'll hit one, come a group and I'll kill a group! Seems to scare you."

"He came for a fight, and then responded to your uncle..."

Upon hearing "Respond to your uncle", Yu Jitao said "Let's wait and see" to Jiang Ling.Pulling up the little gangster is a [-]-meter sprint.

"Come on! Brother Yu! Go that way! This is a dead end!"

The little gangster's voice got farther and farther away, Jiang Ling finally threw the stick aside and limp on the ground.

He felt hot all over his body without warning, as if he was being suffocated by a pair of invisible hands pinching his throat. In a short while, the hotness all over his body turned into endless pain.

Until a scent of tea wafted in, every pore on Jiang Ling's body opened up, and his tense nerves instantly relaxed, as comfortable as a fish getting water.

"Jiang Ling," Wen Shuhuai was wearing a neat school uniform, looked at him through gold-rimmed glasses, with a pair of peach blossom eyes, smiled slightly, and wrote down: "Ten points will be deducted for fighting."

When Wen Shuhuai hadn't transferred from the third middle school next door to Jiang Ling's class, Jiang Ling was firmly seated in the No. [-] middle school. When Wen Shuhuai came, Jiang Ling's position as the school grass was in jeopardy.

In the eyes of Omega, the new school grass is like a god—maybe because Wen Shuhuai is an sss-level alpha.

Wen Shuhuai's fans flooded the school's post bar, stepping on them at random would kill them all, much more than Jiang Ling's fans back then.

Wen Shuhuai looked gentle and amiable, but what he said was completely opposite. He looked at his watch: "Let's go, before Director Yu has a rest."