Chapter 017
[Impossible...]
[Shouldn't the class of Class 9 be the class of Class 1? ]
【……】
What's wrong with Class 9? Why don't you see someone who might be in Class 9? What kind of discrimination are you doing?
[No, it's not plagiarized.]
[Are you sick? You're copying a question from a middle school. If you can copy even one question, I'll call you daddy.]
【Let’s talk about Class 9. 】
Song Yan was flipping through his phone, looking at the comments inside. Song Linye beside him was dismissive, "What's so interesting about the forum? It's just a bunch of grasshoppers jumping around."
Zhou You in the front row turned around, laughing breathlessly, "Hahahahaha, Song Dad, it all depends on you, you fucking grasshopper! If Queen finds out, I'll give you another joint letter."
Song Linye rolled his eyes, “It’s still a joint statement, as divine as a scripture.
Song Yan nodded, looking like he felt the same way. "That's right."
Jiang Chengyan seemed to be reading a book, but in fact his ears were filled with Song Yan's voice of "That's right." Just by imagining it, one could imagine that Song Yan had an arrogant face, fierce eyes, and a wolf cub expression.
The corners of his mouth inadvertently curved up, his eyes full of tenderness, and Song Yan, who was sitting behind him, shuddered.
He was on high alert, thinking someone was plotting against him.
The first class in the afternoon was taught by the Chinese teacher. I saw a little old man wearing a vest, holding a large water tank in his hands, and a tattered book tucked into his arm.
It was nominally tattered. The book had been flipped so many times that the corners were curled. Even medical students couldn't understand the notes in the book. Standing on the podium, closing my eyes, I could hear the creaking sound of the fan. The old man was a beta and couldn't smell the restless pheromones. The only three omegas in the class were sitting in the corners.
"Attend class."
A group of people stood up lazily, like boneless mollusks, with their eyes half-opened and half-closed, mumbling to themselves.
"Hello, teacher."
"Okay, everyone, take a seat."
Looking at the sweat on the old man's head, Song Yan was so angry that he wanted to curse. This damn school just took advantage of the fact that the students in Class 9 respected the elderly and loved the young, so they called the old man who was already old and graduated back to teach, and then used good words to rehire the teacher.
The monitor was still holding the old man's water jar, reminding him from time to time, "Teacher, drink some water first, let's digest this article first."
The old man nodded, panting as he drank from the water jar. As the get out of class was about to end, perhaps he remembered something and, contrary to his usual behavior, he immediately grabbed his things and left. His small eyes looked around, and when he saw two unfamiliar faces, he pointed at them and said, "You two, which one is Song Yan?"
Song Yan stood up, "Teacher."
The old man nodded, "The little kid is quite good-looking."
This compliment was worse than no compliment. Song Yan's face darkened. The group of people below wanted to laugh but didn't dare. Then they heard the old man say, "What's wrong? This kid doesn't look like him. I remember there was a school bully in your class. I saw that these two look alike."
The monitor below kindly stood up and said, "Teacher, they are relatives, so it's only natural that they look alike."
The old man closed his pen and nodded thoughtfully, "Oh, I thought these two were father and son, they look so similar."
"Hahahaha, Father Song, are you really a father now?"
"Dad Song is awesome. He goes to school with his son."
Song Yan's expression changed slightly. He looked at the cheerful old man on the stage with a dark look in his eyes. The old man seemed to notice his gaze and smiled innocently, "This little kid really can't take a joke now."
Turned around and left.
Song Yan suddenly shouted from behind, "Teacher, I'm a professional at joking, right...?"
Song Yan felt a chill on his back, pursed his lips and closed his eyes.
Recalling the look in the Chinese teacher's eyes, and thinking of that year under the pavilion, feeling the evening breeze, swaying in the chair, thinking that he was sixty years old now, but when he met those eyes, his smile could not reach the bottom. Song Yan felt as if he had grown thorns on his body. As soon as the old man entered the office, Song Yan rushed in directly.
The old man is worthy of being a rehired teacher. He even has an office all to himself. The old man put the book in his hand on the table, with a look of gossip in his eyes, and took the initiative.
"I know who you are, and I know why you're here. Your purpose is the same as mine."
There was confusion in Song Yan's eyes, because he didn't know what his purpose was in coming here.
The old man looked up and motioned for Song Yan to close the doors and windows, then slowly said, "You and I both exist in this ABO campus novel. The only difference is that I traveled through the book, and you traveled to your father's college days."
Song Yan's eyes widened in disbelief. How, how is this possible?
Meeting the pair of eyes as big as fried eggs, the old man glanced at them, feeling so happy in his heart. This was his youngest son that he had carved with his own hands. Hahahaha, sweet little O. If he was not afraid that his youngest son would call him a bt, he would have wanted to hold Song Yan's hand and reminisce about the past.
However, his son is good-looking, and he really deserves to be his biological father.
Suddenly, I heard Song Yan say, "Take your eyes away, you're so disgusting."
The old man's eyes widened. "What are you talking about? I'm telling you, your life was given by me, humph."
The last arrogant snort made people want to kill him.
Just when he was thinking about how to improve his relationship with his son, he heard his son's devilish IQ say something that made him sad.
"So I am the variable of this world. Those readers you mentioned don't like Lu Xingyan becoming an omega, so you are here to interfere with these things."
The old man's eyes widened as he muttered to himself, looking at Song Yan with a look of subtle heartache. Before he could speak, he was interrupted, "I don't need you to feel sorry for me. You can all guess who Lu Xingyan is. He's a child of destiny. Becoming an omega is already a great disgrace. Okay, why don't you make sure he never continues to do experiments in the field he loves in his lifetime? It would be better to just kill him."
The old man stared blankly at the person in front of him. No matter what the readers thought, this was also his favorite character, although he only appeared briefly in the extra chapter.
There was no way to say any words of comfort, but Song Yan didn't care.
"Don't even mention those readers thinking that. Sometimes I even hate myself for speaking out. This way, even if Xiaoba is an omega, he can do what he likes instead of taking care of me."
The old man said, "Don't think so. Even if it's a sequel, you are their child, but don't forget, Lu Xingyan is such a proud person, how could he be with him if he doesn't like him? Besides, he must like Song Linye more than anything else."
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