This Omega is Sweet and Wild

Chapter Seventy One

After Xiao Yiheng left, Li Cheng returned to his body sensibly and dizzyly took out the small note from his swimming trunks (touching Mo). +++Mobile reading visit m.wuxiaspot.com

He was fortunate for the ten thousandth time. Fortunately, he wore long racing swimming trunks. If he wore low-waist briefs, if Xiao Yiheng stuffed him with money... wait, stop! Stop it!

Li Cheng shook his head vigorously, dispelling the limit-level fantasy in his mind.

He focused on the handwriting--Xiao Yiheng's handwriting is very beautiful, like his own (sexual xing) style, very restrained, but the strokes are natural. Li Cheng thought about his hand "ant body" again, and for the first time he had the idea of ​​practicing.

The meeting time is set on Saturday morning, and the place is naturally still in the art classroom. Li Cheng thought with some guilty conscience that when Teacher Qiu Xian entrusted Xiao Yiheng with the keys on maternity leave, he definitely didn't expect that the sacred classroom could be used as a secret date for them.

...

On Saturday morning, Xiao's house.

Even on weekends, this "3a" family absolutely does not allow family members to spend an extra minute on (bed chuang). At seven o'clock in the morning, the three members of the Xiao family were sitting around the dining table, as silent as ever.

Mother Xiao prepared the breakfast as usual, with a cup of coffee, fried eggs and bacon in front of everyone, and bread and jam that were bought in advance. Of course, all the ingredients are bought from a membership-based high-end supermarket, all organic and natural, and the taste is naturally worthy of its price.

But no matter how high-quality ingredients are eaten in Xiao Yiheng's mouth, they look like wood dregs. The steamed buns and fritters that Li Cheng sent a few days ago, even though it was completely cold, were far better than these things.

Dad Xiao is using his tablet to browse his work mailbox. As a high-ranking professor, he now has five graduate students. When Xiao Yiheng was young, he visited him at the university where he taught, but it happened that he scolded several graduate students in charge because of incorrect experimental data... That scene left a deep impression on Xiao Yiheng. He knew from then that his father really did not have "feelings."

At the top of the mailbox is an email from the school's academic affairs office with a red (color) exclamation mark in the subject, indicating that this is a very important email. Father Xiao put down the coffee cup, frowned, read it from beginning to end, and cursed a few words in a low voice.

"What's the matter?" Mother Xiao asked when she saw this.

"The dean’s secretary emailed me again." Father Xiao said impatiently, "That’s the same thing. He said that I only recruit alpha students for five consecutive years, and every interview caused complaints from beta and omega students. According to " "Teacher Code of Conduct", if I do not adjust the (sexual sex) ratio next year, I will not be allowed to bring new students."

Upon hearing this, Xiao's mother immediately said, "I'll help you coordinate this matter." She and her husband work in the same school, but she works in the administrative office and often deals with the academic affairs office.

"It's ridiculous. The postgraduate interview is a two-way choice. Students can choose teachers, why can't teachers choose students?" Father Xiao took another sip of coffee and said angrily. , Others will learn it once, and beta has to be taught several times; omega is too weak, anyway, they have to marry in the end, why should I spend the effort to teach them knowledge? Choose to choose, or alpha."

He has said the same thing more than once and twice. In terms of what is popular among young people now, he is an out-and-out straight cancer.

Xiao Yiheng had to endure his remarks since he was a child, but somehow, today he is unwilling to endure it anymore.

He stopped his chopsticks, raised his eyes to look at his father who was sitting across from him, and interrupted him unceremoniously: "Your opinion contains too many subjective factors. Modern medicine has long proven that the three types of abo (sexual xing) are not based on IQ. The difference is minimal, only in physical development, and this difference can be made up for by acquired training."

He paused and said, "I know that in power institutions and academic institutions, alpha is far more important than the other two (sexual xing) categories, but this is because the (sexual xing) concepts are not equal. Not because of unequal abilities-by the way, the two academic leaders known as the mother of the "artificial son-gong" are exactly a beta and an omega. If you want to deny the abilities of beta and omega , The me sitting in front of you would not exist eighteen years ago."

Xiao Yiheng rarely expresses his opinions at home. He has always been silent and obedient in front of his parents. His sudden eruption this time really exceeded their expectations.

Dad Xiao was used to being the "head of the family" at home, and immediately looked down upon hearing this. Without waiting for him to speak, Mother Xiao next to her had already spoken first.

"Yiheng, how can you talk to your dad like this!" Mother Xiao patted the table again, "Do you think you know a lot? Your dad and I have worked hard to nurture you for so many years, so you didn't let you contradict us!"

Xiao Yiheng sneered from the bottom of his heart: Yes, his parents trained him to raise an echo bug who "inherited" and "carried forward" their dreams, learning, working, and succeeding in their expectations, becoming the alpha in the alpha.

"What the **** is going on with you? First lied to mom and dad, ran to watch some swimming competition, and then went to be an assistant in physiology class without saying a word. Do you know how much this is going to delay your time? Senior three is the most precious time One minute can’t be wasted!” Mama Xiao’s words became more and more angry, and her voice became louder than ever, “To tell the truth, your winter camp reported to the school in the capital, did you want to escape from us? Stay away from us. The far, the far can no longer control you?!"

This sentence after sentence is nominally concerned about Xiao Yiheng's studies, but he knows better than anyone else that all their concerns and care are just to control themselves.

Faced with his mother’s questioning, Xiao Yiheng paused for two seconds, and then asked: "...Can't I have my own things, my own goals, and my own ideas?"

"You're still a child," Dad Xiao said this time, "What kind of'self' does a child need?"

"..." Xiao Yiheng stopped talking.

He thought, I'm afraid his parents have forgotten that next month he will be eighteen years old, next month, he will become an adult in the legal sense.

He thinks about the paintings he has commissioned Qiu Xian to sell over the past few years, and then thinks about the fxxkumoney accumulated in his private account... He constricted his eyes and concealed the thoughts surging in his eyes.

...

After breakfast, Xiao Yiheng picked up his schoolbag and went to school to make up lessons. Mother Xiao was a little suspicious, but in the end she didn't stop him.

At the moment when he left the house, it seemed that something heavy suddenly disappeared from his shoulders. Only then could Xiao Yiheng let out a sigh of relief.

The campus is empty on Saturday, but some classes will organize make-up classes, so occasionally I can still see a few scattered students on the campus.

When Xiao Yiheng walked through the (fuck cao) field, he rushed to a few students of the same grade. He nodded lightly as a greeting. When he passed by, he heard them talking, "As expected of you to be a bully, I have to come after such good grades. Charge".

They were right, Xiao Yiheng was indeed here to charge.

He turned around and walked towards the complex. He climbed up the stairs, and hidden in the art classroom on the top floor was a treasure that could recharge his soul.

Not only did Li Cheng not be late today, but instead arrived ten minutes early. But he didn't have the key to the art classroom, so he sat on the floor leaning on the door and played mobile games intently. He turned on the sound effect so loudly that it overshadowed Xiao Yiheng's footsteps.

Until a pair of sneakers appeared in his sight, Li Cheng hurriedly put away the phone and looked up at Xiao Yiheng who was standing in front of him.

"Do you need me to give you a few more minutes to finish this game?" Xiao Yiheng asked slowly.

"No, don't play anymore." Li Cheng was very bold, and directly put the phone lock screen into his pants pocket-a joke, the life and death of teammates in the game is not important to his wife (?). Moreover, he teamed up with his younger brother, even if he was disconnected midway, they would not dare to kick him out of the guild.

Li Cheng took Xiao Yiheng's hand and stood up. It was not until the two of them got close that Li Cheng could see that something was wrong.

Li Cheng asked directly: "...Are you in a bad mood today?"

Li Cheng couldn't tell what was wrong, but he felt a certain way.

Xiao Yiheng didn't know how to talk to him about the contradiction between himself and his parents, but he could only reduce it to one: "Yeah."

Fortunately, Li Cheng is not the kind of person who likes to ask questions. Without saying anything, he immediately opened his arms and gave Xiao Yiheng a hug.

"I have something to say to Brother, Brother will help you carry it!" Li Cheng (Qiangqiang) pressed Alpha's head to his shoulder, "If you want to cry, it's okay, I can rely on you for my shoulder!"

Xiao Yiheng was amused by him. He pressed his forehead against the side of Li Cheng's neck, and the laughter was very light but heavy, and it hit Li Cheng's heart every time.

They stood in the empty corridor, and hugged them quietly. For an unknown period of time, the induction lamps above their heads went out one by one, leaving only the light source leaking from the window covering them.

After a long time, Xiao Yiheng let go and stood up straight.

Li Cheng looked at him carefully, and said regretfully, "Dare you not cry?"

He was seen by Xiao Yiheng when he was crying, and thought he could see Xiao Yiheng cry this time, and he would be able to win a city back.

Xiao Yiheng replied: "I haven't shed tears in many years."

"That's not good!" Li Cheng frightened him, "Even if you are a man, it is good to occasionally shed tears. This kind of water is a channel for emotional venting. If you hold back forever, you will suffocate (body) your body. !"

Xiao Yiheng paused for a few seconds: "...Orange, you can actually refer to another kind of moisture in the second half of your sentence."

Li Cheng: "?"

Li Cheng didn't understand at all.

However, Xiao Yiheng didn't intend to explain. He opened the door of the art classroom with the key and walked into the classroom with Li Cheng's hand.

He had already done the decoration in the art classroom in advance, and all the recently completed works were sent to Mrs. Qiu Xian's house after oiling and drying (dry gan), and asked her to contact the gallery for sales. Now the entire classroom is vacant. , The middle was completely empty, and he did not know where he brought a set of simple sofas, covered with cloth, and put two pillows.

"Sit down." Xiao Yiheng moved a chair and sat on the other side of the sofa. He put down his schoolbag, took out a black (color) hard-shell notebook and a few sharpened pencils.

That book was not too big. Li Cheng saw it at first glance and thought it was a diary or something. How could he think that Xiao Yiheng had directly opened the middle page of the book, and it seemed that he had to draw directly on the book.

Li Cheng dumbfounded, and pointed to the drawing board and easel stacked in the corner: "Don't use those?"

"No, I want to draw sketches today." Xiao Yiheng lifted up the notebook in his hand, "it is enough."

The so-called sketch, as the name implies, is to describe a person or a scene in a very short time. For a long time, Xiao Yiheng has been painting sceneries, but after meeting Li Cheng, a (强qiang) creative force emerged in his heart.

He wanted to paint him with paintbrushes, his bright eyes, straight nose, smiling lips... He wanted to paint his body, his soul.

Li Cheng used to be a model for other classmates in the art class before, but that time he was just playing around. The classmates described him as a strange-looking, as if he was a monster who failed to cross the robbery.

But this time is different, he is modeling for his boyfriend!

Li Cheng was excited and nervous. He sat on the sofa, not knowing where to put his hands and feet.

"Don't be so rigid." Xiao Yiheng guided him with words, "just do what you like."

His favorite action...

Li Cheng subconsciously assumed a "thinker" pose: "Is this all right?"

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

Seeing that her boyfriend was dissatisfied, Li Cheng put on another "discus thrower": "What about this?"

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

With that, Li Cheng put on the statues of Liberty, Guanyin Bodhisattva, etc. If Venus hadn't broken his arm and he didn't know how to pose, he even wanted to learn from her.

"Don't be so troublesome." Xiao Yiheng hurriedly called to stop, "You just have to move as usual. You can lie on the sofa, read a book, play with your mobile phone, and you can just keep one movement for a few minutes and you can change your posture. You can change whatever you want."

This requirement is too loose!

Li Cheng immediately lay down, picked up the book at hand and began to read. Those books were prepared by Xiao Yiheng in advance. Knowing that Li Cheng didn't like to read textbooks, he prepared several fantasy novels that are very popular now.

At the beginning, Li Cheng just flipped through it just to pose, but the more he looked at it, the more fascinated he became. When he saw the rise, he sat up directly on the sofa, leaning on the back of the sofa, sitting with his feet crossed together, Read the book on your lap.

As the plot progressed, Li Cheng's expression also changed, and her cheekbones flew up and down for a while, and her eyebrows provoked a tap dance in place.

Xiao Yiheng watched him quietly and captured every subtle change in his expression.

This page is full of Li Cheng's smart eyes.

That page was all Li Orange's hands reading the novel.

Turning a page again, it becomes Li Cheng's sitting posture again. Even if he just draws out a basic frame with a few round squares (hooks), one can tell at a glance who he is painting.

Finally, the fantasy novel turned to the last page, Li Chengyi breathed a sigh of relief, closed the cover, and was still immersed in the world of the novel. Then, he remembered that he was here to be a model! !

He looked at Xiao Yiheng awkwardly, but soon discovered that the sketchbook in Xiao Yiheng's hand had been turned over several pages... Does this show that his "work" was done quite well?

Thinking of this, Li Cheng asked with confidence, "Hey Xiao Yiheng, have you brought the second volume of this book?"

Xiao Yiheng stopped writing and looked at him: "I can give you the second volume, but I have a request."

"any request?"

"Can you stop calling me by my full name?" Xiao Yiheng said, "We have formally contacted each other. I call you Orange. You should also call me by a more intimate name."

Li Cheng thought for a while: "Then I call you Hengheng?"

"..." Xiao Yiheng immediately refused, "No, change one."

In fact, Li Cheng thought "Hengheng" was pretty good. He secretly called out several times in his heart, but it was a pity that Hengheng could not hear it.

No (guan) line, Li Cheng "can bend and stretch." Xiao Yiheng said that he didn't like this nickname. He immediately changed his name to "conscientiously": "Please give me the second book, wife."

Xiao Yiheng: "..."

Let alone the second book, from now on, the first book is gone.