Chapter 12：

Chapter Twelve

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In the four-person sofa seat, Wei Rong and his dog-headed sergeant sat on the other side of the table, while Xiao Yiheng and Yan Jing sat on the other side of the table.

Yan Jing was bullied by Wei Rong before, but now he saw him, his legs trembled and his eyes straightened. He didn't know the taste, and the hot fried chicken just out of the oven completely lost its charm.

Xiao Yiheng was extremely calm, as if he could not feel the stagnant air on this table. He calmly picked up a piece of fried chicken wings and dipped it in tomato sauce.

Xiao Yiheng's fingers were white and slender, with distinct joints. Such a pair of beautiful hands picks up the oily fried chicken, with vivid contrast.

He brought the fried chicken to his mouth and took a bite. The fragrant meringue broke open. The tender chicken (meat rou) was overflowing with fat, and the taste buds were instantly filled with the aroma of fried food.

He ate slowly and elegantly. Under his background, the other three people at the same table gorged on the table and scumbags, and it seemed that they were not on the table.

The irritable Wei Rong opened the wheat again: "Damn, who, it's just a fried chicken, do you need to be so gentle. Do you want me to set up a slow-motion camera next to you to help you shoot a commercial?"

Xiao Yiheng raised his eyes to look at him: "Should I thank you for such a high evaluation of me?"

Wei Rong: "..."

Xiao Yiheng didn't have much interest in this kind of fried food, so he stopped after eating a piece and tasted the taste.

Since childhood, Xiao Yiheng has been under the control of his parents' high-pressure policies. Children love to eat snacks, but his parents say that snacks are all products of chemical synthesis, which are unhealthy and affect the body. Therefore, when other children were eating potato chips, chocolates, and street food, he could only walk past with his small schoolbag on his back.

No one could believe it. He hadn't eaten jelly once until he was in junior high school, because his mother had read the social news about the children eating jelly and suffocated him. The first time he ate the jelly was given by a junior high school classmate. He didn't even know how to tear the outer packaging of the jelly. He quietly watched the classmate's movements before tearing the packaging skillfully.

Because he had too little contact with snacks when he was a child, he became less interested in all food when he grew up. As long as he can ensure the nutrients necessary for survival, he is not so picky about what he eats.

Although Xiao Yiheng finished eating, he did not leave. Instead, he took out a math workbook and opened it to read it.

As soon as the bookworm Yan Jing saw that he took out the exercise book, he immediately forgot the nervousness of eating at the same table with the gangsters, pushed his glasses with the back of his hand, and leaned over with a pair of studious eyes.

Xiao Yiheng didn't take a pen, and Yan Jing didn't take a paper. The two of them just "looked" at the question with their eyes.

The two watched quietly for a while.

Wei Rong asked Sergeant Kotou in a low voice: "Why are they (gan)?"

Sergeant Kotou also whispered: "Brother, my hen."

At this moment, Xiao Yiheng spoke.

Just listen to Xiao Yiheng saying: "Yan Jing, are you finished? I'm going to turn the page."

Yan Jing replied with some embarrassment: "Brother, I only did the second to last step. One step was stuck."

Xiao Yiheng asked him which step?

Yan Jing said: "It's the step of ert#$^$uwerf."

Xiao Yiheng said: "It's very simple. You can use sdrg#r% to find the derivative, and then use the ber%ty$^& formula to calculate #¥%erg, and finally you can draw a conclusion."

After listening to Yan Jing, he stared at the exercise book for a while, and said in surprise: "Oh~ Really solved it!!"

Wei Rong: "..." with a dazed look.jpg

Sergeant Gootou: "..." with dumbfounded faces.jpg

Could this be the tyrant of Hwaseong No. 1 Middle School? Can you stare at the correct answer just by staring at it without using a pen?

The fried chicken in Wei Rong's hands is not fragrant anymore.

Wei Rong was slower and slower as he ate, but Xiao Yiheng and Yan Jing were "seeing" questions faster and faster.

After "reading" the exercise book of a unit, Yan Jing finished his dinner.

Yan Jing said cheerfully, "Senior brother, thank you! Today I ate something and did a new math problem. I really had a fulfilling meal!"

Wei Rong murmured, "...I really had a meal that I couldn't eat."

Xiao Yiheng looked over: "What did you say?"

Wei Rong: "..."

Wei Rong snorted, "I said, you are really a college bully, and you don't forget to do math problems when you come to the fried chicken shop, and you also discussed with your younger brother about ‘how many steps are needed to find a function’s derivation."

Xiao Yiheng raised his eyebrows: "What if you don't do math problems? How many steps does it take to interrupt your other leg?"

Wei Rong's gesture is about to rise up.

Sergeant Kotou hugged him sharply and quickly, and yelled, "Big brother, big brother, calm down, calm down! Think we only have 1.41!"

Wei Rong, who was 0.75, looked at the fractured leg, and could only grit his teeth and sit back in the wheelchair.

Wei Rong: "Huh, you are so good at doing the questions, so let me test you one question."

Xiao Yiheng wanted to ask "Why should I give you a topic", but when he got to the point, he asked, "What question?"

Wei Rong asked: "What is Li Cheng's mobile phone number?"

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

Yan Jing: "...Is this a serious question?"

Wei Rong's eyes rolled: "If this is not a serious question, then'what are Wei Rong's q and q's?"

Sadly speaking, Wei Rong had been chasing Li Cheng for so long, but he didn't even get involved in "Lie Lie".

Xiao Yiheng frowned: "Why do you think I have Li Cheng's contact information?"

He and Li Orange have only seen two sides together, and neither have a bad impression of each other-Li Cheng thinks that Xiao's surname is pretending to be sly and gentle, and Xiao Yiheng thinks that Xiaobawang's temperament loves to upset.

How could he leave Li Cheng's phone number, what do he keep, and ask him out to study how many colors (colors) his hair can have?

Wei Rong stared, and he was about to pat the table again: "Who--!" He still doesn't know Xiao Yiheng's name, "You don't want to be cheap and you sell well. You go to the road to find out, who is my brother Rong? Go and find out who Li Cheng is? A handsome young man like Li Cheng must be paired with a peerless fierce like me. Don't think that you can confuse Li Cheng for a while with a little white face, and you can confuse him for a lifetime!"

Xiao Yiheng was silent.

He felt that the language logic of this peerless man was more difficult to understand than math problems.

The timid Yan Jing saw Wei Rong suddenly go wild, immediately grouped himself into a ball, and quietly shrank under the table. He is very self-aware of himself, and he, a weak otaku, cannot be swept by the tail of the typhoon.

Wei Rong refused to let him go.

Wei Rong pointed at Yan Jing and continued firing at Xiao Yiheng: "You obviously already have Li Cheng, why do you want to go to the fried chicken shop for a date?"

Xiao Yiheng had never heard such absurd accusations.

What is meant by "he already has Li Cheng"?

He is him, Li Cheng is Li Cheng, and he has never been (guanguan).

"I don't care if you degenerate from a human to an orangutan, whether your brain that is not as big as an almond can understand human speech, but you can understand it clearly for me--" Xiao Yiheng's eyes were slightly raised, and his voice was cold. To the freezing point, "——First of all, Li Cheng and I are not in the (guanguan) system you think; secondly, even if I and Li Cheng are in the (guanguan) system you think, it doesn’t mean that I can’t interact with others. Classmates discuss learning issues."

Wei Rong roared: "So you think it's right for you to communicate with other people with Li Cheng on your back?!!!"

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

How could there be such a person? Can you understand only the second sentence when you listen to others? Is he really talking to apes?

Xiao Yiheng didn't want to talk to him any more. He was afraid that if he said too much, he would be infected with the mental retardation virus by this peerless fierce.

Ignoring Wei Rong's clamor, he picked up his schoolbag in one hand and Yan Jing's collar in the other, and left without looking back.

Wei Rong yelled at him from behind, "You are running now, are you admitting that you have a guilty conscience?!"

Sergeant Gootou stretched out a finger and slammed Wei Rong.

Wei Rong said impatiently: "Are you (gan)? Don't affect my rhythm of spraying people!"

The finger of the Kotou General turned around and pointed behind them.

Wei Rong looked back.

I saw Brother Tiger standing behind his wheelchair with a gloomy face.

Wei Rong: "..."

Brother Hu looked at him condescendingly like that, suddenly stretched out the big palm of the fan and landed on his shoulder with a snap.

"This customer," Brother Tiger said, "In this store, your mouth can only serve one purpose, and that is to eat chicken quietly. If you don't know how to eat chicken, I can feed you."

Wei Rong: "...No, no need."

He is just an ordinary 0.75. Brother Tiger feeds him chicken. What kind of chicken is he eating?

Brother Tiger: "I really don't need it?"

Wei Rong said hurriedly: "...I don't have to, I, I'm full."

Brother Tiger: "Then check it out."

Wei Rong hurriedly gave the Gootou Sergeant a look, and the Gootou Sergeant quickly took out his wallet.

Brother Tiger reported a number.

Sergeant Kotou pinched a finger: "This money is wrong, we didn't order so many things."

Brother Tiger raised his chin and pointed to the cold leftovers on the other side of their table.

The fire that Wei Rong had just extinguished was about to explode again: "What? We have to pay the bill for what those two people ate?!!!"

Brother Hu frowned: "You don't want to?"

Wei Rong: "..."

Wei Rong: "Damn, I am willing."

...

On the other side, Xiao Yiheng carried Yan Jing's collar and pulled him directly out of the snack street.

Yan Jing scratched his head, feeling embarrassed: "I'm sorry, brother, I originally wanted to choose a good restaurant to treat, but I didn't expect to cause you trouble."

Xiao Yiheng said indifferently: "No (guanguan) system."

Leaving the noisy snack street, Xiao Yiheng lost his anxiety and returned to his usual cold appearance.

Yan Jing followed behind him, scratching his head anxiously, wanting to say something.

"Senior Brother Xiao, well, I want to tell you one thing." Yan Jing said.

"What?" Xiao Yiheng asked.

Yan Jing pushed his glasses: "Just in the store, the red (colored)-haired person said that you are carrying classmate Li Cheng on your back, and it’s not right for you to pull and pull with the other little o—that is, me. Me. I want to say that his statement is wrong."

Xiao Yiheng thought with satisfaction that he had not mistaken this schoolboy. As expected, Xueba's brain is the brain of a gangster (strong qiang).

He was about to say something, but Yan Jing pretended to speak before him: "I want to clarify, I am not an omega, I am an alpha!"

Xiao Yiheng: "......?"

Yan Jing smiled shyly: "I know I don't look like it. But I (shen) is not in good health. I got pheromone disorder just after differentiation. The alpha hormone level is very low, but I went to the hospital for a test. Many times, the test paper is always blue (color)."

Abo is the second (sexual xing) category of human beings. As early as decades ago, the medical field had developed the "abo test paper".

The abo test paper draws inspiration from the pH test paper. After differentiation, children can immediately know their second (sexual xing) **** by putting a drop of blood on the test paper.

Red (color) means omega, blue (color) means alpha, and no (color) means beta. The darker the color (color) on the test paper, the higher the level of pheromone in the body, the easier it is to influence others, and the easier it is to be influenced by others.

Like Yan Jing, his test result is faintly blue, but no matter how light it is, it is also blue.

Xiao Yiheng didn't know what to say in this situation.

Uh... should he say congratulations?

Yan Jing pushed his glasses, and said in a melodious tone, "Of course, I know, Brother Xiao, after hearing this, you must say:'You are a or o, what is your relationship with me?' But I I feel that this misunderstanding must be clarified, because I don't want to be a stumbling block to your happy life and affect your sincere and sweet relationship with Classmate Li Cheng!"

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

Who on earth said that Xueba’s brain is better than a gangster?

Xiao Yiheng really didn't understand, why should everyone put him and Li Orange together?

He never thought about who he would spend the rest of his life with. It is possible to choose a beta with a pleasant home, and it is possible to choose an alpha that is helpful to your career like your parents, but it is absolutely, absolutely, absolutely impossible, it is an omega like Li Cheng.

Li Cheng had a hard fist and a bad temper. He would always lift the bar when speaking...This was not the type that Xiao Yiheng would choose.

Thinking of the lawless blond boy in his memory, Xiao Yiheng couldn't help but rubbed his forehead: "I will make another statement one last time-I am not interested in an omega as wild as Li Cheng."

No one thought that as soon as his voice fell, the wildest omega voice in the Hwaseong area came from behind him.

——"Xiao Yiheng, don't worry, I don't have any, any, interest, or interest in you!!"