The relationship between Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng has always been maintained within a very strange critical range. At first, everyone thought they were attracted to a good omega, but who knew that when the black cloth was lifted, everyone was fighting for bayonets.

This society is normal and strange. The rapid expansion of the population has made the genes more and more normal distribution, and high-quality alpha and omega have become a minority. Under the huge pressure of marriage, childbirth and omega, alpha, which was originally at the top of the discrimination chain, has become the choice of many omegas who want to improve their genes. Zhou Ziheng has lived in a young age for more than a few, and since elementary school, he has been harassed by many omegas and even his parents. Zhou Ziheng was unwilling to rely on his own alpha to put pressure on others, so he had to transfer to school and even cover up his identity as alpha. He originally wanted to pretend to be beta, but later he thought, it was better to be omega, and he had to finish it all, and no alpha dared to touch him casually anyway.

One pretends to be o if he wants to harass others, and the other pretends to be o if he is afraid of being harassed. He is still in love with him as soon as he meets him. There is such a coincidence in the world.

But why are the two alphas together? Forget it.

Having said that, no one of the two thoughts about letting go. Others only said that alpha has a desire to conquer their omega, but for them, if two possessive alphas meet together, the pleasure of conquest is doubled.

Every time in front of outsiders, Xia Xiqing and Zhou Ziheng, as classmates, always pretend to be very friendly and have first-class face skills, but they often stumbling to each other in secret.

In physics class, Xia Xiqing lowered his head and lay on the table to draw. Zhou Ziheng thought he was very funny. He was like a boneless person every day. He either lie down or leaned on the table. Anyway, he didn't sit well and didn't listen to the class well. The scores were not low every time the exam was taken.

"I'll ask someone to answer this question." The physics teacher stood on the podium, his eyes swept across the students below, and everyone lowered their heads to avoid the teacher's sight.

"Then... Xia Xiqing."

Xia Xiqing, who was immersed in his "creation", couldn't extricate himself, but he didn't hear the teacher calling him. After a while, his chair was kicked. Xia Xiqing turned his face inexplicably and looked at the perpetrator sitting beside him, lowering his voice, "What are you doing?"

"Xia Xiqing? Why can't you get up to answer the questions?"

"Ah?" Xia Xiqing was stunned for a moment. Seeing Zhou Ziheng's smiley expression on his face, he turned his head and saw the serious physics teacher on the podium. Then he stood up slowly. His good psychological quality made him pretend to be garlic before he died. "Teacher, I didn't hear you call me just now."

The physics teacher was holding one hand behind his back and the other hand holding the physics exercise book. A pair of reading glasses hung in the middle of the bridge of his nose. His smart little eyes looked at Xia Xiqing through the gap on the upper edge of the glasses, "Then tell me, what should I choose for this question?"

How do I know what to choose? Xia Xiqing was confused, and he didn't even know which question the teacher said. His light glanced at his deskmate beside him, and he had just informed him. It would be better if he didn't help him at this time, and he would send him to the West even if he sent the Buddha.

But Zhou Ziheng sat straight and upright, looking straight and looking at the blackboard with a clean and honest attitude, facing the blackboard, without even looking at him.

This person did it on purpose. Xia Xiqing thought.

"Um……"

The girl in the front seat was kind-hearted and turned her head halfway and whispered to him, "The last multiple-choice question on page 56."

Xia Xiqing was very grateful. If he had told him along with the answer, he would be even more grateful. He lowered his head and turned over a few pages to find the question. In fact, Xia Xiqing's physics is pretty good, but in such a short time, he made this question that needs to be calculated...

I can't afford to lose this person. Instead of being watched by the whole class, it's better to lower my head with Zhou Ziheng. After some mental preparation, Xia Xiqing stretched out his feet and kicked Zhou Ziheng's legs in the chair, "Hey." After kicking Zhou Ziheng for two seconds, he turned around and looked at him.

"Um?"

Xia Xiqing gave a wink in the morning and pointed at the question, "How many choices?"

Zhou Ziheng imitated him, supported his chin with his hands, neither tight nor slow, word by word.

"Please, please."

beg???

Xia Xiqing's eyes widened a little. What a joke?

Please him?

Zhou Ziheng slowly raised his eyebrows, "Teacher can't wait."

It's really a bit of a memorization.

The physics teacher urged him, "Xia Xiqing, do you have an answer?"

Zhou Ziheng was still spinning a pen leisurely. It was obvious that it was less than a minute, but Xia Xiqing felt that life was like years. Time was suddenly stretched out, and each frame was swayed for a long time. He couldn't wait.

Go fucking.

Zhou Ziheng compromised at the last moment and spoke softly, "b."

Xia Xiqing raised his head and said with confidence, "I don't know. I just got distracted."

The physics teacher shook his head in awe of bad luck, "If you have good grades, you can't stop listening to the lectures in class? Your attitude has been very problematic recently. You can't be proud and complacent because of your current grades. Learning is like sailing against the current, and you will retreat." After saying a lot, the teacher sighed, "Sit down, and go to my office during class."

Xia Xiqing nodded and sat down. After the teacher turned his back, he compared Zhou Ziheng with his middle finger.

This beam has been concluded.

By the time of English class on Friday morning, the situation turned around again.

"Next, please ask a classmate to read this text." The English teacher paced slowly on the podium, and his eyes finally fell to the last row.

"Class Zhou Ziheng, get up and read it to everyone."

After hearing this, Zhou Ziheng stood up, picked up the English textbook with his right hand, pressed his left hand on the desk, and began to read aloud. Xia Xiqing, who was sitting beside him, looked at him with interest.

He looks good, has a good voice, has long legs, good figure, and is smart. It suits his aesthetics in every aspect.

Unfortunately, it's an alpha, it's really boring.

After reading the first paragraph, Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt a little itchy on the side of his thighs. He lowered his head slightly and saw a thin white finger slowly scratching along the side of his school uniform pants.

Just as he lowered his head, Xia Xiqing also looked up at him, his eyes facing him, and he smiled extremely badly, tilting his innocent face.

Zhou Ziheng continued to read the text calmly, speaking without speed, and to outsiders, there was no problem at all, but he himself knew very well that his heart had begun to be confused.

The finger became more and more arrogant. After wandering to the hips, it turned back up. The fingertips rubbed against the texture of the fabric, and the place where it touched seemed to be on fire, faintly hot.

Xia Xiqing enjoyed this teasing process. When he thought that the last time he had let himself lose someone in front of the whole class, he felt more and more happy. Just as his fingers were about to turn back, he grabbed his wrist with one hand, forced his bad hand away, and separated it from Zhou Ziheng's straight long legs.

It's really good to pretend. Xia Xiqing looked upward, and Zhou Ziheng was still reading calmly and seriously. Xia Xiqing's wrist bones were very convex, but Zhou Ziheng's strength was just right, and it could even be called not very hard. Since becoming a deskmate with him, Xia Xiqing found that he was very strange. On the surface, he looked very aggressive and even a little cold. But he always inadvertently showed a very good intention that was very contrasting to him. On the day of Saturday afternoon holiday, Xia Xiqing, who was pushing his bicycle away from the campus, accidentally saw him squatting behind the gymnasium and secretly feeding stray cats.

I can't bear to let the stray cat go hungry, so I can't bear to put too much effort into shaking his wrist?

It felt that Xia Xiqing was a little more honest. Zhou Ziheng thought of letting go, but the next moment, his hand was held by Xia Xiqing, and his slender fingers were embedded in it, from unilateral forced stopping at the beginning to an ambiguous posture of interlocking fingers. Zhou Ziheng tried to break free, but Xia Xiqing's strength was far greater than he thought, and he would not let go if he was entangled.

Everyone in the class listened quietly to Zhou Ziheng's reading. Sweat faintly oozed off Zhou Ziheng's back, and his shirt was tightly stuck to his back, just like Xia Xiqing's hand that could not be shaken off at this moment. He felt that he was starting to have hallucinations, the fragrance of roses became stronger and stronger, and he was about to mess up his brain, and his eyes made him unable to see the letters in front of him.

The wind in June is hot, almost like melting the glass window, thinking of rushing up, wrapping him around. Wrapting this dangerous and taboo moment, turning two young men holding hands secretly into an eternal amber.

After reading the last sentence, Zhou Ziheng felt a sense of relief.

"Very good, please sit down."

Xia Xiqing let go of his hand as soon as the teacher spoke, ended the game of bad nature, looked up at the blackboard, pretending to be a well-behaved student. Zhou Ziheng sat down, but he couldn't say why, his heart beat a little abnormal. His left hand was spread out on his knee under the table, lowering his head, Zhou Ziheng looked at his palm calmly, and the sweat that was blown away after the air conditioner held his hand was blown coldly. The gap between his fingers was red and rose, which was the trace left after being held tightly.

It was so strange, as if he had not held this hand hard.

It is the heart that is now beating violently after being oppressed.

At this moment, a crazy idea popped up in Zhou Ziheng's mind.

I want to smell the spicy tobacco fragrance on his body.

Time passes so quickly, just like forgetting the faucet that has been screwed on, and the lost ones can never catch up. The relationship between the two people still maintains the surface peace and competition with the Dark Emperor. Everyone puts who is in a very special position, but it seems that no one takes anyone seriously. After this time, it becomes a certain kind of conventional special relationship.

The on-campus basketball game became the last activity before the start of the holiday. Although Zhou Ziheng was a transfer student, he was targeted by the basketball team because of his nickname of the highest omega in history. The captain of the basketball team is an alpha with a tiger teeth. He always smiled, as if he was a relative of Xia Xiqing. The smell of pheromone is very special, the smell of cedar. He has asked Zhou Ziheng to participate in the basketball team more than once, but Zhou Ziheng was busy participating in the physics competition and gave up the excuse.

Within two days, the basketball manager in the team who looked at Te Wenjing also came to lobby him. The guy became even more interesting. He looked like an omega, but it turned out to be a beta. The pheromones smell was almost too light to smell, like ice lime water.

Everyone has advised him, but Xia Xiqing, one of the main players in the team, never came to beg him. Occasionally, I met these three people in the cafeteria and saw them sitting together for dinner. Zhou Ziheng passed by them with a plate. Xia Xiqing said sarcastically, "Bai is so tall. Chenchen, don't you?"

Xu Qichen's expression was a little awkward, "Xi Qing, don't..."

"Don't pay attention to him." Xia Zhixu didn't raise his eyelids, "and he would pull you in at that time."

Zhou Ziheng glanced at Xia Xiqing and walked to the back of them to sit down. While eating, he heard him talk about the basketball team with a gun and a stick, as well as the bullying bastards in the senior high school basketball team. Zhou Ziheng suddenly felt that Xia Xiqing seemed to be real in front of these two people.

This made him feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

I originally thought that only I knew the true face of this person, but now I realized that I was not the only one. What’s more ridiculous is that these two people are his friends, but I couldn’t find a suitable identity to define. There is no definition and ambiguity, which is simply torture.

Deskmate Zhou Ziheng thought, was this a suitable relationship? But soon he rejected it again, not that it was not that it was inappropriate. It was that he didn't want it.

On the day when the second-year high school versus third-year basketball game started, it happened to be a school simulation before Zhou Ziheng's competition. The leader of the physics teaching group organized all the good seedlings to take the simulation test in the multimedia classroom. Zhou Ziheng, who went to take the exam, met Xia Xiqing wearing a red jersey in the corridor. The red color made his skin shiny in the sun. He also wore a red sports hairband, which looked like he could not see normally, and even his eyes were bright.

What a pity, it's not omega.

Otherwise, you might be able to have a beautiful baby.

Zhou Ziheng was startled by his thoughts and lowered his eyes to walk away, but was stopped by Xia Xiqing.

"Why."

Zhou Ziheng stopped and turned his face to look at him.

"If I lose today," Xia Xiqing showed a fierce expression at him with that beautiful face that was so regretful that Zhou Ziheng felt, "I'm not finished with you."

Maybe he felt like a little tiger now? Zhou Ziheng almost got amused by him. For some reason, he only felt that Xia Xiqing's pretending to be strong is so cute.

"You won't lose."

Zhou Ziheng's voice rarely gets rid of his usual tit-for-tat aggression, becomes gloomy and a little gentle.

Xia Xiqing's heart and senses paused for a moment, and his thoughts were pulled away by his words, and he was dragged to the scene where he saw him feeding cats behind the gymnasium that day.

He finally remembered why he was obsessed with that scene. Because at that dusk, when he saw Zhou Ziheng squatting beside the grass, a deep bell sound came from the abandoned bell tower of the school, breaking through the twilight and causing him to be covered in electricity.

Just like now, the moment when I heard Zhou Ziheng speak.

This game is not simple. The entire senior high school team is full of strong alpha. These people have good skills and their quality is as bad as their character. They especially look down on omega. There are many omegas in the second-year high school basketball team, and there are two of them on the first half, although one of them is fake.

Xia Xiqing is the small forward in the team. As a small forward, all he has to do is score. A basketball team dares to give a small forward to an omega. On the one hand, the captain knows the inside story of his disguise. On the other hand, Xia Xiqing is indeed the most suitable candidate. He may not be a small forward with the highest hit rate, but he is definitely a small forward who plays fancy enough and disrupts the opponent's morale.

At the beginning of the game, the ball was grabbed by the center of the second-year captain of the senior high school team. Not long after the game, it started well. The double summer combination was extremely popular, and even the senior sisters in the third year turned against each other to cheer for them.

"Xia Xiqing!!! Come on! Xia Zhixu!!! Come on!!"

"Xia Xiqing!! I can!!"
To be continued...