Chapter 6 That’s Flirting

At noon on Saturday, when the get out of class bell rang, the originally quiet classroom was full of voices.

Zhou Jie on the podium patted the blackboard with a ruler, and smiled helplessly at the group of kids, "Be quiet, I still have something to explain."

"Can you not listen?"

"Can't."

"Then you still ask us?" Zhu Shen said without fear of death, and made an extremely exaggerated gesture.

Zhou Jie glared at him angrily and closed the textbook.

"This year, you are already in the second year of high school. It is a very important year. The school requires you to complete the knowledge points in the third year of high school in the second year of high school, so that you will have time to enter the review period in the third year of high school."

"Okay, okay, we just finished the basic test!"

"Playing wild in just one vacation? If the average math score falls to the first place in the grade this time, the amount of practice papers will be doubled."

"No way!"

Zhou Jie is a beta, and her partner is a very powerful female alpha, a professional lawyer.

After they got married, they thought it would be difficult to have children, but they won the bid after only one year of marriage.

After almost a year of maternity leave, the first class brought back was Class 9.

"The mathematics group has not finished grading the papers, but the physics group changed two-thirds of them last night. You wait for Teacher Zhang to settle the score with you." Zhou Jie ignored everyone's wailing, and her eyes fell on Yan Feng: "Yan Feng just turned around.In our class, some students should not just stare at them just because they are good-looking, and they are talking about you, little cherry blossom, why are you still the same as when you first split?"

When the whole class heard it, they burst into laughter.

Sitting in the first row, the short, petite and cute little Sakura immediately covered her face with a book, "Hey, they read it too, sister Zhou, you're targeting me."

"Quiet. The teacher of the mathematics group class changed the papers of our class. Some students were wrong in the last big question from the way of solving the problem. I knew who it was when I saw the word. I won't call names. Whoever is, reflect on himself."

"God, I have a hunch, I'm done."

The classroom, which was full of laughter just now, suddenly became gloomy, and the good mood to welcome the weekend flew away in an instant.

Yan Feng turned his pen, his eyes fell on the notebook, and he listened absently to Zhou Jie's speech.

Why doesn't he reject Lu Wenzhou's pheromone at all?

Even being soothed like an omega is to an alpha.

Suddenly, the smell of cedar that wafted from Lu Wenzhou's body when he opened the small stove suddenly came to his mind.

Yan Feng was suddenly bored, and he pulled the notebook and stuffed it into his schoolbag——Lu Wenzhou is really haunted.

Suddenly someone kicked the table leg, Yan Feng regained his senses and frowned.

Eyebrow looked at Zhu Shen next to him, "Why are you crazy?"

"Sister Zhou called you." Zhu Shen said sympathetically, "I know you are busy playing with Brother Zhou, but you are too obvious to desert in front of Sister Zhou."

Yan Feng raised his eyes, and Zhou Jie was staring at him.

Yan Feng: Is there any help in pretending to be sick now?

"Yan Feng, come with me."

Lu Zhiheng, who was seated a row away, couldn't help laughing. As a roommate, he felt that Yan Feng had to experience the love from the head teacher.

Accompanied by the muffled laughter of everyone in the class, Yan Feng sighed helplessly, got up and slumped his shoulders, and followed Zhou Jie out of the classroom.

Guiltyly staring at the tiptoes, he didn't dare to say anything.

He had never beaten Lu Wenzhou before in a fight, and he didn't know what to do in the test. He was caught distracted when he wanted to land on Lu Wenzhou in class...

His fame throughout his life was ruined.

"Teacher Zhou, I—"

Wearing high-heeled shoes, Zhou Jie patted Yan Feng on the shoulder: "Don't be nervous, you just transferred here and you are not used to it, I can understand, if you have any difficulties, remember to tell me, I welcome you to talk to me."

"Thank you, teacher."

"Next week, the teachers of all subjects will replay this week's preliminary test. Don't pay too much attention to it. At worst, you can take the test down from the sixth floor. But I still hope that you can adapt as soon as possible and show your true level."

"I know, I will adapt as soon as possible and keep up with the rhythm of the class."

Zhou Jie nodded in satisfaction, holding the textbook in her hand, and was about to let it go, when she saw Zhu Shen poking his head over there, and sighed helplessly after being caught by her.

"I heard that you know Lu Wenzhou, who is in the third year of high school? That kid is really good at studying. If there is a chance, we can communicate more."

The first time he heard Lu Wenzhou's name, Yan Feng's expression froze, and then he remembered Lu Wenzhou's reputation in Cheongyang High School, and realized that there was no way for him to separate himself from Lu Wenzhou.

Shen Mo didn't answer, and snorted muffledly, he just wanted to beat Lu Wenzhou to the ground on the court.

Zhou Jie has always been open-minded, and only thought Yan Feng was introverted, holding the textbook, "Don't put so much pressure, the teacher believes in you."

"I will try my best."

Watching Zhou Jie turn around and go to the office, Yan Feng threw his schoolbag over his shoulder, turned around and looked at Zhu Shen, who was poking his head over there, with the words "you boy waiting" written on his face.

Zhu Shen was taken aback, and immediately came over to put out the fire: "Little comrade, it's not worth it to beat me. I have to save my clever mind to study. Isn't it playing ball? Hurry up, brother Zhou may have already killed everyone."

"Cowardly."

Yan Feng looked disgusted, stepped forward and patted Zhu Shen on the shoulder, and strode downstairs

Walk: "See later how I teach Lu Wenzhou to be a man."

"...Little comrade, people must know how to be humble."

"Hey, who are you looking down on? Later, I will show you how I can kill all directions and become the mvp of the audience."

Passing through the crowd after school, with the sound of rolling suitcase wheels in his ears, Yan Feng went straight to the basketball court.

As soon as arrived, heard the sound of a basketball hitting the ground, and eyes lit up.

The orange ball fell off the net. Outside the three-point line, Lu Wenzhou was wiping his sweat with his arms up.

Yan Feng raised his eyebrows, his body suddenly became excited - he found another reason to continue to live in peace with Lu Wenzhou.

Lu Wenzhou turned his head to look at Yan Feng, with the corners of his mouth raised and his eyebrows curved.

Yan Feng raised his chin with a look of disdain: Xiao Mian, what's there to be proud of.

The phone rang suddenly. Looking at the caller ID, Yan Feng looked towards Lu Wenzhou and saw that he had already kicked off the ball. He didn't look this way, his eyes sank.

"Uncle Zhao said that he has something to come later today, I'm at the basketball court, you come here and wait for me?"

"He's here, but student Yan Wei, have you forgotten who is your real brother?... You should wait until the food runs out for two days on the weekend, anyway, you are not familiar with it."

Just after hanging up the phone, Yan Feng raised his head when Lu Wenzhou's voice sounded beside him.

"Who are you calling?"

Yan Feng looked at Lu Wenzhou who didn't know when he came over, and stuffed his phone into his schoolbag: "You want to take care of it?"

"Girlfriend?" Lu Wenzhou narrowed his eyes, the breath of the extreme northern cedar spread overwhelmingly, his eyes fixed on Yan Feng, seeing that he didn't answer, an unknown fire in his heart was about to burn through his internal organs: "Is it really a girlfriend?"

Of the two people who were left behind, the tall yellow-haired man patted Zhu Shen with his ball in his arms, "Brother Zhou, what are you doing? They won't be fighting again, right?"

The expression of the boy next to him changed, "Didn't he turn an enemy into a friend? Why do you want to fight again? The injury from my dad's beating is still not healed."

Zhu Shen snapped back to his senses, too cowardly to approach, Lu Wenzhou's current low pressure, who the hell would dare to move forward recklessly?Wasn't it tantamount to giving away the head in the past?

"Brother Zhou! Don't do anything! The little comrade thought you were distracted just now, and Zhou Jie caught him first." With a loud howl, Zhu Shen wished he could open his mouth twice: "He treasures your papers, don't youMisunderstanding! My own person."

The voice is so loud that even the nearby track and field can be heard.

Yan Feng: Is it too late for him to strangle Zhu Shen to death?

"Girlfriend has nothing to do with you." Thinking of being suppressed by Lu Wenzhou, Yan Feng curled his lips and muttered.

The low air pressure wrapped in pheromones rushed, and Yan Feng, who had never rejected it, suddenly felt annoyed

I was so irritable that even the glands in the back of my neck started to feel hot.

Raising his eyes, Yan Feng took a step back—hit him as soon as he hits, no one is afraid of anyone.

"You want to fight?" Yan Feng said, "Okay, you're going to lose this time, so don't bother me in the future."

"impossible."

Yan Feng was anxious, and he gritted his teeth, "Lu Wenzhou, are you sick?"

As soon as the words were finished, the cedar atmosphere around him slowly dissipated, and Lu Wenzhou's head with short shaggy hair rested on his shoulder with an intimate gesture.

"What are you doing! Get out!" Yan Feng stretched out his hand and pushed, but didn't push it away, "If you fight, you fight, what are you doing—"

Lu Wenzhou sighed, "I'm reluctant to fight with you, boy, can the two of us get along peacefully? Forgive me as a candidate."

Feeling Lu Wenzhou's breath on the side of his neck when he spoke, Yan Feng took a deep breath and controlled his temper: "Believe it or not, I will kick you?"

"Are you willing?"

He raised his hand to pull the hair on the back of Lu Wenzhou's neck, and kicked Lu Wenzhou's calf—who gave Lu Wenzhou the confidence that he wouldn't do it?

"These two are..." Huang Mao rubbed the back of his head, with a look of hellish love on his face, and the loyal dog expression on Lu Wenzhou's face, which was seen by the fans in the school, and he was disillusioned.

"It doesn't look like a fight."

Zhu Shen touched his chin, suddenly realized, with a heartbroken expression: "Damn, fight? That's flirting!"

Adjust your size!

Yan Feng turned his head, helplessly squinting at Lu Wenzhou who refused to let go: "I want to play ball, but I don't want to hit people."

"Okay, let's play."

Lu Wenzhou was finally willing to raise his head, his lips brushed against the side of Yan Feng's neck as if inadvertently, the soft touch made Lu Wenzhou want more uncontrollably.

The ambiguity of the soft lips pressed against the side of the neck made Yan Feng's body instantly stiff, and he stared at Lu Wenzhou's back in a daze.

When he came back to his senses, he realized that he was being taken advantage of by Lu Wenzhou, and instantly exploded.

He had to teach Lu Wenzhou to be a man today.

Yan Feng snatched the ball from Zhu Shen's hand like a gust of wind, dribbled and attacked, and stared at the person who suddenly blocked him.

It was Lu Wenzhou.

Lu Wenzhou smiled at Yan Feng, raised his eyebrows, bent down and lowered his center of gravity, opened his arms, and his arrogant and pampering expression made Yan Feng stunned.

"Wow! The forum is really real! Brother, you go up boldly and rush towards the embrace of the school grass senior!"

Yan Yao's voice suddenly came from outside the court, causing Yan Feng's hands to tremble in shock, and he almost dropped the ball.

Yan Yao flicked the pink schoolbag and waved vigorously towards the field, completely ignoring the completely dumbfounded expressions of the others: "Senior Lu, I like you!"

"Aren't you coming?" Lu Wenzhou asked with a smile, "You said you wanted to play."

The roots of his teeth were itchy, Yan Feng was about to break through with the dribble, when the soles of his shoes slipped, he fell forward, and even dribbled the ball into Lu Wenzhou's arms.

The smell of clean laundry detergent wrapped in cedar scent lingers on the nose.

Yan Feng's expression froze instantly, his face redder than a pig's liver.

Lu Wenzhou didn't intend to let Yan Feng go, he deliberately tightened his arms and hugged him into his arms, with a deep smile overflowing from his throat: "You can't wait to jump into my arms? It turns out that you don't like being decent."

Yan Feng closed his eyes and remained silent.

He'd better play dead.