This Omega is Sweet and Wild

chapter eight

Xiao Yiheng was painting again. +++ Catino Novel Network www.wuxiax.com

He was sitting by the window, the orange (color) paint hugged with other colors (color) on the tone (color) board, and then was added little by little to the painting called “After School”.

As long as Qiu Xian is free, she will watch his creation by his side. Watching Xiao Yiheng play (color) color is a very pleasing thing.

The creation of this painting is nearing completion, and it should be completed today.

Xiao Yiheng stopped writing and got up. The white (color) apron on his body was already crumpled with paint.

Qiu Xian took the initiative to say: “I will come after the varnish.”

But Xiao Yiheng shook his head and refused: “Wait a minute, I haven’t finished painting yet.”

“What?” Qiu Xian was a little strange.

In her opinion, the completion of this painting is already very high. The world is shrouded in the afterglow of the setting sun, and everything is coated with a layer of orange-red light, with a lazy warmth. The sky of orange (color), the leaves of orange (color), the field of orange (color) (fuck cao)… The whole painting is woven with different shades of orange (color), which does not fall apart. Qiu Xian believes this After a picture is delivered to the gallery, it will definitely attract the pursuit of those old customers.

She originally thought that what Xiao Yiheng said “not finished” was to add some more clouds or add two more strokes to the background.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Yiheng changed a (dry gan) paintbrush, dipped the richest gold (color) in the paint tray, and added a touch to the center of the picture!

The tip of the pen quivered, and a figure was gradually drawn out. “He” looks very simple, the figure is small, he can’t see his face clearly, and the lines make up his slender limbs; “He” looks very complicated, he seems to be climbing something, his movements are frozen by time.

In the center of the picture composed entirely of orange (color), the golden (color) figure seems to jump out of the canvas, making people unable to move their eyes.

Qiu Xian hesitated: “What is he… doing (gan)?”

Why is there such a person on campus (fuck cao)? “He” hung on all fours and the ground beside the wall next to the (fuck cao) field, capturing the attention of every viewer.

Xiao Yiheng put down his paintbrush and said calmly, “He’s over the wall.”

“……what?”

Xiao Yiheng repeated: “He didn’t want to go to self-study. Without the permission of the class teacher, he sneaked over the wall and went to the Internet cafe to play games.”

Qiu Xian was puzzled. Generally speaking, unless it is a portrait of a person, a painter will not deliberately think about “what is this person doing and why this person is doing this” when painting the background person in a landscape painting. Xiao Yiheng was able to state the motives of this character so clearly, as if he knew such a person in real life.

Qiu Xian asked, “Are you friends of yours?”

How can I think that Xiao Yiheng immediately denied it: “Of course not.”

This time, Qiu Xian became more curious.

But Xiao Yiheng didn’t want to say more, and Qiu Xian didn’t ask any more questions. Boys his age always have some little secrets that they don’t want to tell adults.

The shiny figure in this painting is the secret that belongs to Xiao Yiheng alone.

…

The sky (color) darkened, Xiao Yiheng moved the paintings to the corner of the classroom, packed up his paintbrushes and aprons, said goodbye to Qiu Xian, and then took his schoolbag and left the classroom.

Hwaseong No. 1 Middle School occupies a large area. There is a teaching building for high school, high school, and high school. In addition, the school has dormitory areas, gymnasiums, swimming pools, libraries, comprehensive buildings, etc., and even the campus There is a small lake and the environment is better than some universities.

It just so happened that he met an “acquaintance” on the way from the teaching building to the school gate.

“Brother Xiao!” The boy walked out of the second grade school building. He was obviously very tall, but because of his hunchback, he looked much shorter than he actually was. He kept the lid of the pot and wore thick glasses, describing him as shy. “Senior Brother Xiao, do you remember me?”

Xiao Yiheng’s (sexual xing) was very good, and he recognized him almost immediately: “Are you that’potato chip’?”

On the day he reported back to school, he ran into this frail second-year high school student in the alley at the entrance of the school. At that time, the schoolboy was holding a bag of potato chips in his arms, and was bullied by a red-haired **** as an excuse, and that red-haired bastard… was Li Cheng’s “pursuit”.

Seeing that this life-saver remembered himself, the student was so excited that he didn’t know where to put his hands and feet: “Yes, it’s me! I’m Yan Jing from the second grade (1) class, thank you so much last time!”

Hwaseong No. 1 Middle School is divided into classes according to grades. There are thirteen classes in the first grade. The best class (1) is also called the rocket class. I don’t know how many students have sharpened their heads and want to enter.

Xiao Yiheng is in the third grade (1), strictly speaking, Yan Jing is his direct student.

The two walked out of school together.

Xiao Yiheng was reluctant to speak, and Yan Jing was not good at talking.

Yan Jing asked, “Brother, don’t you live in school?”

Xiao Yiheng replied: “Yes.”

Yan Jing asked again: “Are there many students who don’t live in high school? I’m the only one in our class. I’m not in good health. I have to go home and drink medicine every day.”

Xiao Yiheng replied: “Not much.”

Xiao Yiheng’s answer will always be only a few words, but Yan Jing is still happy, thinking that he and the senior have a very good conversation.

The only pity is that if he had known that he would meet Senior Brother Xiao today, he should bring the physics competition exercise book and ask Senior Brother to sign him!

Yan Jing pushed the heavy black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and sighed with regret.

After walking out of the school gate, the two looked at the dark alley on the left and at the same time chose to turn to the right.

Yan Jing was frightened and didn’t want to meet the red-haired gangster who bullied him again.

Xiao Yiheng was vigilant and didn’t want to meet the blond punks falling from the sky again.

result……

The two of them had just walked two steps and met a little gangster with purple hair.

Xiao Yiheng: “…”

Excuse me, is there any mysterious qiang rule in the gangster circle: I can’t make my debut without dyeing my hair?

The purple-haired **** is an alpha male with rumbling muscles, with a cigarette in his mouth and a crowbar in his hand. He stood still and his body parts were shaking. Behind him were seven or eight attendants, copy-and-paste skinny jeans with white (color) T-shirts, and these spirited guys seemed to turn their hands at any time.

They were obviously unkind, Yan Jing’s legs trembled, and he wanted to slip away with his schoolbag.

The purple-haired **** grabbed the strap of his schoolbag: “Bookworm, what are you running?”

Yan Jing said in a panic: “I, I run (shen) body!”

The little boy with purple hair was choked by his answer.

Xiao Yiheng interrupted the stare game between the two of them and asked straightforwardly: “What’s the matter with you?”

He was sure that he didn’t know this little **** with purple (colored) hair, and Yan Jing didn’t look like he would cause trouble.

The little purple-haired **** said loudly, “Listen well, I’m here to seek revenge!” He threw the crowbar into the wind, and every time his wrist turned, the crowbar made a terrifying howling in the air.

The little boy with purple hair said: “Last night, someone in your school beat my little brother in an internet cafe. If I don’t teach him a lesson, how can my brother Hu be on the road!”

After Xiao Yiheng listened to the ins and outs, almost instantly, Li Cheng’s name jumped into his mind.

…… Going to the Internet cafe and going online can fight with others, this kind of thing, only that guy can (gan) out.

Yan Jing stammered, “Big Brother Tiger, he has the wrong hands and the debtors. Whoever beats your little brother, you should find revenge.”

Brother Hu: “Nonsense, your school has such a strict access control. If I can get in, would I still use an ambush at the entrance of your school to block people?”

The younger brothers behind him all agreed, and they complained one by one about how strict the access control of Huacheng No. 1 Middle School was, and how glamorous the security guard was. They were not students anymore!

Xiao Yiheng looked at these spirited boys. To tell the truth, if the security guard can’t tell that they are not students, it would be strange…

“Finally caught you two, go quickly, go back and call him out for me!” Brother Hu grabbed Yan Jing by the collar of his school uniform, and wanted to lift him off the ground directly like in a movie. He is short, but he is actually as long (chang) as a cat. The more he lifts it, the longer he (chang).

Brother Tiger: “…”

Yan Jing: “…”

Brother Hu gave up, threw Yan Jing to the ground, and said, “Hurry up and call out Xiao Yiheng from your third grade (1) class!! If I don’t beat him to the ground today, I will call him father! !”

Yan Jing: “???”

Xiao Yiheng: “…”

Xiao Yiheng cleared his throat and asked, “Excuse me, who did you say to call?”

Brother Tiger: “Senior Grade (1) Class Xiao Yiheng!”

Xiao Yiheng: “Why did you look for him?”

Brother Tiger said impatiently: “You have a problem with your ears? He beat my little brother in an Internet cafe yesterday. I’ll seek revenge!”

Xiao Yiheng: “With all due respect, I think there is a problem with your brain.”

“You fucking…”

Xiao Yiheng said calmly, “Because I am Xiao Yiheng.”

Brother Tiger: “…”

Tiger brothers: “…”

Brother Tiger hesitated, and so did the Tiger brothers.

They gathered around and talked about it.

“No, Yang Zi told me on the phone that the person who beat them into the hospital yesterday was an omega with gold (color) hair.”

“Did he dye his hair last night?”

“The dyed head can be dyed from gold (color) to black (color), but it is impossible to change from omega to alpha.”

“Maybe he is an omega who looks like an alpha?”

The more Brother Hu thought about it, the more he couldn’t figure it out. He frowned and looked up and down Xiao Yiheng several times: “Did you go to the Internet cafe yesterday?”

Xiao Yiheng shook his head: “Never been there.”

Brother Hu asked again: “Then how many people are called Xiao Yiheng in your school?”

Xiao Yiheng replied: “I am the only one.”

Brother Hu gave a tut and scratched his head. With his impoverished imagination, he couldn’t figure out why “Xiao Yiheng” had become another person.

Xiao Yiheng was too lazy to investigate why Li Cheng would deliberately report his name. He said directly: “Actually, that golden (colored) hair omega…”

Before he could finish speaking, a little tiger suddenly shouted: “I understand!”

Xiao Yiheng: “? What do you understand?”

Brother Tiger: “Our brother said that there was an alpha smell on the omega yesterday. Since the omega reported your name, then you two must have an invisible py (guanguan) system!!!”

Xiao Yiheng was shocked by his meticulous reasoning ability: “Wait…”

“What are you waiting for!” Brother Tiger was instantly persuaded by the younger brother, he became angry, and raised the crowbar in his hand fiercely, “–beat him!”

…

At every meal, the canteen of Hwaseong No. 1 Middle School is always full of people.

Li Cheng sat lazily at the table, and the boys went to help him line up to buy food, and he was playing with his cell phone boringly.

Today, Li Cheng was unlucky. He encountered hard stubbles one after another in the game. Not to mention eating chicken at the end. Several times, he died halfway without even running out of the first lap.

He was chewing on strawberry-flavored bubble gum, occasionally blowing out a pink (colored) bubble, and then bursting out with a pop.

Suddenly, a hurried figure burst into the noisy cafeteria.

It was a boy with thick glasses and a stupid lid. He stumbled into the cafeteria, out of breath.

“Huh? Isn’t he Yan Jing from the second grade (1) class?”

“It’s him, a regular member of the’Homecoming Club’. It is said that (shen) is not in good health and never attends physical education class.”

“Why did he run into the cafeteria?”

Li Cheng’s ears were full of these boring gossips, he rarely pulled his attention from the game, and looked up lazily.

In the next second, the college bully with glasses yelled out: “Who, who will help! Xiao Yiheng was blocked by a few gangsters at the school gate!!!”