With Zong Bei's earth-shattering yell, Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu froze at the same time, before they had time to do anything, they turned pale to the two who had rushed in through the window.

    Eight eyes facing each other, looking at each other silently.

    "..."

    "........."

    Zong Bei: "What are you doing?!"

    Jiang Zhihuo: "What are you doing here?!"

    Jiang Zhihuo can speak on the surface, but his heart is on the verge of collapse.

    Damn it!

    When were these two people outside? !

    What did you see? !

    How to explain? !

    I don't chase after girls anymore, I'll be gay, the most handsome one.

    I got hooked up with Yan Mu? No, I didn't do it at all, did I? !

    How normal is it to kiss? The rival in love should have kissed me and kissed you? Damn it, who would believe it!

    At that moment, Jiang Zhihuo ran through countless theories, but none of them could perfectly explain the fact that he and Yan Mu, rivals and rivals in love, were gnawing their mouths in an empty classroom.

    It doesn't make sense at all! !

    Jiang Zhihuo really has no choice but to directly tell the fact that he is becoming an Omega and has been marked by his love rival and can only survive by kissing. It is better to be known the truth than to be misunderstood and have sex with Yan Mu.

    Jiang Zhihuo: "Actually, we..."

    Zong Bei: "What can't be said properly, if you want to fight in school, you have to fight outside!"

    Jiang Zhihuo's well-thought-out explanation was stuck in his throat: "?" The

    incident happened suddenly, Jiang Zhihuo forgot to let go, and after a long time, he said in a daze, "Fight?"

    The unlocked location had a side window, behind the side of the classroom, and the two people in the classroom immediately parted their lips as soon as they heard the sound. When Zong Bei and Xie Qiu jumped in, they could only see the back of the two. Yan Mu pinched his shoulder tightly with one hand, and firmly clamped the back of his neck with the other hand. His left leg rested on the corner of the table, and his knees were bent. It looked like he was in a posture of accumulating strength.

    This posture Jiang Zhihuo once taught Zong Bei, one of the grappling techniques: "Beta can't release pheromones, and can't pretend to be aggressive. When something really happens, you still have to learn tricks."

    At that time, Jiang Zhihuo grabbed Zong Bei's shoulders and back of the neck with the same posture, and raised his knees. Zong Bei immediately wanted to bend down to block it, but he was caught at the shoulders and neck, and his body was restricted. He could not even bend down. Unable to do anything, Jiang Zhihuo didn't really want to kick him, and said, "That's it, kick him up and make him cry and call you dad."

    Zong Bei stepped forward to push Jiang Zhihuo's hand away, and Xie Qiu also kicked him. When he came to Yan Mu's side, Brother Yan didn't let anyone touch him, he could only glance over, except for the bruise on his arm that was almost healed, there was no other wound.

    Catch up, but haven't fought yet. Xie Qiu felt relieved and asked, "Brother Yan, are you okay?"

    Yan Mu didn't express much, and asked instead: "Why are you here?"

    Zong Bei: "This is what we should ask, right? What are you doing here? Huo Brother? You were threatening Yanshen just now, right?"

    Jiang Zhihuo: "?"

    No response, Zong Bei turned to look at Jiang Zhihuo. It was this face that just chased Jiang Zhihuo all the way in the corridor, forcing him to make up lessons.

    In the blink of an eye, Jiang Zhihuo thought of a statement that could explain the current situation without revealing the matter between him and Yan Mu.

    "What are we doing here?" Jiang Zhihuo repeated Zong Bei's question, buying himself time to organize his words, "I'm threatening Yan Mu, yes, that's right, I'm threatening him, because I want him to make up lessons !"

    Zong Bei: "?"

    Xie Qiu: "?"

    Yan Mu, who was going to say "nothing", and then left directly: "..."

    Zong Bei was suspicious: "Make up lessons?"

    Jiang Zhihuo: "Yes."

    The topic is easy to deal with, Jiang Zhihuo adjusted his state, and began to talk without changing his face: "My grades are really bad. The science class is at the bottom of the car, with more than 600 people. It is too difficult to save. I thought about it after school started. A lot, the third year of high school really can't be decadent anymore, but I really can't understand this class, the foundation is too poor, at this level, only the god of learning can help me, right?"

    Jiang Zhihuo continued: "You heard what Lao Ding said in the office, right? My answer is the same as that at that time. I really don't have any interest in acting. I still want to work hard in cultural classes. Zongbei, what did you say? It's not that I don't want to make up lessons, I went to Yan Mu on Saturday because I wanted to talk about it!" It's

    beautiful, and I've brought back the waves on Saturday!

    "Ah?" Zong Bei didn't expect Jiang Zhihuo to say this, and Brother Huo would offer to make up lessons? ! Where's that Huo brother who just heard that the make-up class was like killing him?

    Jiang Zhihuo nodded: "I rejected you at that time because I didn't want to drag you down. Make-up lessons are too much of a waste of your time. You should spend more time on your studies, right?

    " , Jiang Zhihuo felt that even he had to be persuaded.

    Xie Qiu asked again: "Then why do you use such a vicious expression?"

    Jiang Zhihuo looked at him and made a look of collapse: "My friend, studying is so painful, do you want me to use an expression of enjoyment?! "

    Xie Qiu is about to believe it. It's true, Jiang Zhihuo and Yan Mu haven't dealt with each other for so long, they've been angry, they've rolled their eyes, they really haven't fought.

    Yan Mu didn't speak the whole time. After watching Jiang Zhihuo perform all the way, Xie Qiu and Zong Bei looked at each other, and Qi Qi turned his eyes to Yan Mu.

    Jiang Zhihuo raised his hand and scratched at the back of his neck, his fingertips deliberately scratching the place where the Band-Aid was pasted.

    He asked: "So? Did I fight with you, Yan Shen?"

    Yan Mu sneered in a voice that only Jiang Zhihuo could hear, and said to Xie Qiu and Zong Bei: "No, and I didn't agree."

    Seeing that Zong Beixie Qiu's thoughts deviated from Jiang Zhihuo's route, and no longer grasped at any weird "fights", Jiang Zhihuo heaved a sigh of relief, but before he was relieved, another voice came from outside the door. the voice of one person.

    "Oh, you want to ask Yan Mu to make up lessons, really?"

    Ding Jianhui was going to the classroom to attend class, when he heard a noise in the empty classroom, he came over to take a look, and just in time he heard Jiang Zhihuo say that he wanted to find Yan Mu to make up the class.

    Ding Jianhui's eyes lit up: "That's great!"

    Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

    After class, Jiang Zhihuo was called to the office again, and Yan Mu was also called because of the incident just now.

    "It turns out that you have already made a plan, and the teacher is very happy." Ding Jianhui poured two cups of wolfberry tea, the tea was hot, and two white mist came out, and he said happily, "No wonder you don't want to take the art test."

    "Yes. "Jiang

    Zhihuo closed his eyes again and started talking nonsense, "It's the third year of high school, so I really should focus on my studies." Ding Jianhui nodded in satisfaction, and then looked at Yan Mu: "What do Yan Mu think about making up lessons?"

    Anyway, Jiang Zhihuo is also nonsense, so there is no need for Yan Mu to act with him.

    Yan Mu refused: "Teacher, I'm sorry, I may not have much time."

    Jiang Zhihuo just wanted to quickly end this topic, he didn't want to make up lessons, not at all!

    He showed a regretful expression, and continued following Yan Mu's words: "Student God must bear more pressure than ordinary students, and spend more time and cost. I thought about it, and it was indeed my sloppy thinking." No, Yan Mu has no time, teacher, it’s okay, I can keep up with my own efforts.”

    Hearing this, Ding Jianhui first glanced at the head teacher of the fourth class, and the head teacher of the fourth class waved his hand: “Don’t look at me.” Different The only competition among the teachers in the class is grades. Jiang Zhihuo's grades are so poor that he can bring down the average score of the whole class by himself.

    The head teacher of Class 4 said, "Look at Yan Mu."

    Ding Jianhui nodded. It is true that it is very rare to find time to help out at this time. It is indeed a bit difficult. Ding Jianhui said sincerely: "Student Yan Mu, the teacher still wants to ask you to help me with this. It is rare for Zhihuo to have the desire to learn. I don’t want to hit him. Grades can’t be achieved overnight, so you can spare a little time every day to help him, just half an hour, and treat it as helping the teacher, can you?”

    Ding Jianhui’s words made it hard to find any room for rejection.

    No matter how many papers there are, he can squeeze out half an hour every day. Ding Jianhui doesn't make demands on Jiang Zhihuo's grades. Now that he has figured it out and has this idea, of course he has to support it.

    Jiang Zhihuo: "Teacher, actually I don't have to ask Yan Mu to help me, I can still find..." I can still find Zong Bei. Anyway, in the third year of junior high school, I was mentally handicapped in front of Zong Bei once, and if I do it again, it will be easier to fool than Yan Mu.

    Before the words fell, Yan Mu said: "I see."

    Jiang Zhihuo: "..."

    Coming out of the office, Jiang Zhihuo asked: "Why did you agree?"

    Yan Mu said lightly: "I refused Is there room for you?"

    "Yes, just agree." Jiang Zhihuo squeezed his forehead, "Just pretend nothing happened, and Lao Ding won't ask anyway."

    "Jiang Zhihuo." Walking to the door of the fourth class , Yan Mu suddenly said, "I promised. If your grades don't improve, I'll take the blame."

    "..." Jiang Zhihuo's forehead twitched, "What do you mean?"

    He had a bad feeling : "What are you doing?"

    Yan Mu didn't answer his question, turned around and entered the classroom.

    ——Needless to say anything, Jiang Zhihuo can guess what Yan Mu is thinking if you give him a scene and give him the back of his head.

    This man is serious! What the hell is going to give him extra lessons! !

    The more Jiang Zhihuo thought about it, the more desperate he became, and he posted a skull emoji in his circle of friends.

    After a while, the phone vibrated, and Li Muhe sent two messages.

    Li Muhe: What's wrong?

    Li Muhe: I got caught playing with my mobile phone in class.

    Jiang Zhihuo is shameless, he has long been used to it, and the sleeping teacher will come and knock, affecting the class capacity, and no one will take care of his mobile phone.

    Jiang Zhihuo typed: Brother Li.

    Jiang Zhihuo: I dug a hole and buried myself in it.

    Li Muhe: What's wrong?

    Jiang Zhihuo: I seem to start making up lessons, one-on-one.

    Li Muhe: Help?

    Jiang Zhihuo: Not counting.

    Li Muhe: In the third year of junior high school, you roared every day when you came back.

    That was the most mentally handicapped period in Jiang Zhihuo's short eighteen-year life!

    Jiang Zhihuo: Forget it!

    The cicadas were buzzing outside the window and the summer wind was hot. After typing, Jiang Zhihuo threw the phone into the belly of the table, lay down on the table, and let out a long sigh.

    Summer classes are always long and boring.

    The lunch break is short, and the students of No. 1 Middle School usually don’t go home at noon, and lie down in the classroom to rest directly after finishing the meal in the cafeteria.

    The overhead fan was turned on to the maximum, and the papers on the podium were pressed with a blackboard eraser. The people in the next class were lying on their desks, and many people had a small fan in front of them, making a "humming" sound.

    The first period in the afternoon is math class.

    The math class is placed in the first period, which is arranged by an orphan. I just woke up at this point, my body is sticky, and my mind has not woken up. The mathematics class was arranged to review the test papers. After a part of the lecture in the morning, there were still two last big questions left. The teacher simply finished the conic section and left most of the time for the last question.

    No. 1 middle school has good grades, and the level of students is higher than that of other schools. Generally, you only need to do the first two questions for this kind of question, and you can write a few steps for the third question. Yes, there are very few of them in Lincheng.

    The math teacher is old and prefers the teaching method of blackboard writing. The blackboard is full of writing, and chalk dust is flying all over the sky. The students below raise their heads and lower their heads, copying steps while listening.

    When it came to the third small question, the bell for the end of class had already rang, so he only said the general idea, sent the answer down, and said, "The third question is good to see the idea. If you don't understand, you can come to the office and ask me." The

    answer was passed down from front to back, and the nerves that had been tense for a class were finally able to relax for a moment. In No. 1 Middle School, there is a single table for one person, and there are five rows in a classroom. The groups are not far apart. Chang Luo and the boys in the next group exchanged ideas for the first two small questions. When he turned his head, he happened to see Jiang Zhihuo propping up The cheeks seemed to be bored, writing and drawing on the paper.

    The answer was passed to Jiang Zhihuo, who drew a card and passed it to Chang Luo.

    "Brother Huo, what are you writing?" Chang Luo asked.

    "Huh?" Jiang Zhihuo made a final tick on the paper, and wrote a few numbers casually like a puzzle. The characters were not big, so Chang Luo couldn't read them clearly.

    "I didn't write anything." Jiang Zhihuo ticked off the last stroke without even looking at it. He put the answer sheet in the textbook and stuffed it together with the draft paper into the drawer. "I'm leaving first."

    Brother Huo always skipped class in the afternoon. Chang Luo got used to it and didn't ask much, just said: "See you tomorrow."

    "Chang Luo, Chang Luo."

    There was a delay in the previous meeting, and the answer has not been passed to the next-door team. In the boy's hand, he asked Chang Luo, "Hey, so what's the answer to the last question?"

    "Let me see." Chang Luo opened his eyes.

    The answer was too long, not enough for a single page, and I didn't see the end at a glance.

    Those who can solve this kind of question are the perverts among the perverts. It is estimated that no one in the No. 1 Middle School can solve it except for Yan Muyan, who has a perennial score that is against the sky.

    "Let me take a look again..." Chang Luo turned the other side and glanced at the last line, "By the way, this kind of question is impossible to solve, why are you asking the answer?"

    The boy held up the test paper in his hand, "I took a few steps, and finally got a value range. If I get it right, I will get an extra point! One point is a thousand people!"

    "Then you have to step on shit before the exam ." ...Ah, I see." Chang Luo read out the answer, "f(n) increases, and the value range of a is ln2 to 3+ln2, are you right?" The

    boy shook his head, he could at most get zero to one , or minus one to one, how can the orphan value of ln2 be obtained? !

    Chang Luo patted him on the shoulder: "Normal, you have nothing to do with this question."

    While talking, someone in the front row was jostling, and they ran across the aisle quickly, with a small gust of wind, and Jiang Zhihuo scrambled. A corner of the manuscript paper that had been put into the drawer was exposed, and moved slightly with the blowing wind.

    In a pile of messy graffiti, a string of values ​​was written.

    (ln2, 3+ln2)