"You got that from playing games in the bathroom," Song Ling ruthlessly exposed Zhou Yinan's wounds.
Zhou Yinan raised an eyebrow, sat down at the dining table, and shouted, "Where's my breakfast, you little devil!"
The Snail Girl smiled gently and scooped the eggs out of the pot.
Seeing that he was covered in sweat, Song Ling asked him, "There's air conditioning in the living room, why didn't you open the kitchen door?"
The house is in an old neighborhood, and there is only a standing air conditioner in the living room. Fortunately, the cooling effect is good, and when it is turned on, the cool air can reach every room.
Luo Wenchuan glanced at Song Ling and said, "The heat and fumes will escape."
"How much smoke can you fry an egg? Remember to open the door next time."
As soon as Song Ling said it, he realized it was inappropriate. Someone had kindly cooked him a meal, and he was already planning for a next time. He was so pathetic, acting like he had never eaten before.
Luo Wenchuan seemed not to have paid attention to the wording of the conversation, and simply nodded obediently.
Song Ling pondered that this person hadn't differentiated yet, but once differentiated, they would definitely taste like a cream cake—sweet and soft. Thinking of this, Song Ling couldn't help but smile. Good things weren't unavailable; the only problem was that some people were too late to act.
Having finally eaten something warm in the morning, Song Ling took pity on Luo Wenchuan and escorted him to the classroom door before heading towards her own building.
He explained the reason for not returning home at night to several teachers and reported the matter to the school, thus avoiding punishment.
Those people chose places without surveillance cameras, so there was no direct evidence. Judging from the man's tone, he was probably the leader of the group that bullied Luo Wenchuan that noon, a kind of gang leader. Although Songxian No. 1 Middle School's educational methods are outdated, they still have some effect. It's really unacceptable for kids this age not to study properly and instead form gangs to bully Omegas.
Song Ling was thinking of finding an opportunity to thoroughly expose this group of people, which would be a way for him, the young master Song, to benefit his juniors.
Just as I was enjoying my daydream, someone suddenly patted my shoulder.
"Song Ling, wanna go watch the game? Those boys who were recommended for postgraduate studies seem to be getting entangled with the older students."
The speaker was Xu Zhiyi, the class's academic representative, a gentle and refined Omega. He was so excited that he didn't even notice his glasses slipping down a bit.
Songxian No. 1 High School is a major supplier of top students to various universities. The first four classes of each graduating class are experimental classes composed of students recommended for admission without examination. Most students in these classes have exceptionally high scores in physical fitness tests and written exams; a smaller number are selected due to special abilities such as mathematics or memory. These students do not need to take university entrance exams; they can directly gain admission after an interview.
The "older students" that Xu Zhiyi mentioned refer to most ordinary students, excluding those recommended for admission without examination. Song Ling's physical fitness test scores have always been A++, and he originally had the possibility of entering the experimental class based on a single event, but Ms. Song spoke with the school and he could not take that route.
"Play ball or fight?"
Song Ling asked a question, then reached out and adjusted Xu Zhiyi's glasses, thinking to herself that Xu Zhiyi's black-rimmed glasses didn't look good, as they covered her long eyelashes. Luo Wenchuan's silver-rimmed glasses suited her more well, giving her a refined and scholarly air.
Xu Zhiyi frowned and said, "I don't know."
He glanced at it quickly and only remembered that the battle was quite intense.
As the two were talking, Zhou Yinan ran over from the door: "It's terrible! The older students have been playing basketball with Class 3 since this morning, it's like a duel! Brother Ling, you have to go and take a look, we can't let them get too cocky."
Song Ling glanced towards the classroom door, suppressing her restless heart: "My mom won't let me fight."
"Come on, my brother. Yesterday you fought back hard against the people who bullied Luo Wenchuan, but now you're all cowering over a basketball game. Even though Class 3 is a class recommended for admission without examination, they have the best relationship with our class. You can't just stand by and do nothing!"
Zhou Yinan's words were exaggerated, directly placing Song Ling on the moral high ground.
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Chapter 4
Chapter 4
Be my wife, Brother Ling
Song Ling was silent for a while, then noticed that several boys in the class were staring at her. She immediately slammed her hand on the table and stood up: "Let's go see."
As soon as he said that, the students filed out of the class and disappeared in the blink of an eye.
It's Friday today, and many classes don't have afternoon classes. The basketball tournament, which has been going on for so long, has attracted almost half the school.
As soon as Song Ling arrived at the playground, he saw Sun Yining, the class monitor of Class 3, being surrounded by several people. Sun Yining was tall and had a physique that he had developed through training, but he couldn't resist the three people in front of him sticking to him like glue.
Song Ling was right. This wasn't a game of ball. These three clearly had an ulterior motive. They couldn't just waste time; they were definitely trying to exhaust Sun Yining before making their move.
Just as the team was taking a halftime break, Song Ling threw off his jacket and went up to replace a classmate from Class 3 who was already exhausted.
When the new match started, Song Ling saw several people rushing towards Sun Yining. After watching for a while, Song Ling finally confirmed his suspicions.
Seeing that the opponent was about to score again, Song Ling took a few steps forward and intercepted the ball. The ball was passed to Sun Yining, who then teamed up with another player to complete a dunk.
Only then did the people on the field notice Song Ling, who had joined in halfway through. From then on, Song Ling's situation worsened. Using the same tactic, two more people quickly appeared in front of him. These two didn't do anything special; they just disrupted Song Ling's plans.
At first, Song Ling was quite interested in spending time with the group, but later he got annoyed by their persistence and sped up, shaking them off.
After scoring several more points, Song Ling's leaping figure drew screams from the spectators in the stands.
The more attention he attracted, the more people bothered him. Just as he landed back on the ground, someone stuck out a leg and tripped Song Ling. Song Ling lost his balance and fell to the ground.
My bare elbow scraped against the ground, and it hurt terribly.
The match didn't come to a complete halt until someone got injured.
"Song Ling, are you alright?"
Sun Yining stopped what she was doing and walked over to Song Ling in a few steps.
Song Ling sat on the ground, frowned, and waved his hand to indicate that he was alright.
The senior leader was a muscular Alpha. He glanced at Song Ling with sharp eyes and sneered, "If you're just all show and no substance, don't come to play. If you embarrass yourself, others will have to take the blame for you."
"Wei Yu, don't push your luck."
Sun Yining's tone suppressed his anger, and a war between the two was about to break out.
Seeing that the two were about to fight, Zhou Yinan immediately rushed over: "Oh dear, my brother Ling is so badly injured, what are you standing there for if you're not taking him to the infirmary!"
It wasn't until the man shouted that the people in Class 3 reacted.
Sun Yining clenched her fist, glared angrily at Wei Yu, and squatted down to pull Song Ling up.
"Brother Ning, I injured my arm."
Before Song Ling could react, Sun Yining hoisted her onto his shoulder.
In the stands, a boy in a pristine white shirt looked down at the players on the basketball court, his gaze fixed on Wei Yu with utter coldness.
The onlookers murmured amongst themselves. Seeing that Sun Yining was in a bad mood, Song Ling didn't say anything more and let Sun Yining carry him like a captive across most of the playground to the infirmary.
The person who originally intended to help Sun Yining ended up being greatly helped by Sun Yining.
Song Ling has had her share of bumps and bruises during training, and most of the time it was just a matter of applying some medicine. This time it seems to be particularly serious.
The school doctor was a gentle Omega in her thirties, a PhD graduate from a prestigious university. After examining her, she felt there was still a problem and contacted the hospital to send Song Ling for an MRI.
The three of them waited in the hospital lobby for quite a while before receiving their test results.
Mild soft tissue injury to the ligaments around the joint.
Song Ling didn't quite understand the term, but she got a good scolding from the surgeon.
"Don't put weight on your joints when you fall; those areas are very dangerous. Luckily, it's only a minor injury. If it were a fracture, you'd have to spend the rest of your life in rehabilitation..."
People in white coats naturally exude an air of authority. The three Alphas were like kittens in front of the doctor, each one obediently following his lead.
Songxian No. 1 Middle School has particularly strict management of day students; students are not allowed to commute except in special circumstances and can only go home on weekends. Thanks to this injury, Song Ling now has a reason not to live on campus; he's long been fed up with those six-person rooms without private bathrooms.
After taking the medicine and getting a leave slip, Song Ling went back to her rented room.
The box of oral and topical medicine had a lot of small print on it, which gave Song Ling a headache. After taking the painkiller, she felt sleepy and decided to take a long nap.
When I woke up, it was already night.
Hearing the knock, Song Ling slowly put on her slippers and went to open the door.
“It’s you.”
The person standing outside the door was none other than Luo Wenchuan, the poor little boy he had saved.
"Brother Ling, I heard from Zhou Yinan that you're injured." Luo Wenchuan frowned when he saw Song Ling's swollen elbow.
"It's nothing, just a minor scrape." Seeing Luo Wenchuan's anxious expression, almost to the point of tears, Song Ling couldn't tell who was comforting whom.
Song Ling called the person in and noticed that Luo Wenchuan was carrying a bag.
"This is……"
"I thought you were injured and couldn't eat easily, so I'll make you something."
The bag was placed on the ground, and Song Ling saw eggs, potatoes, and other vegetables inside. He couldn't help but feel a surge of gratitude towards the man. This kid was quite grateful; much better than the rabbits he raised.
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"You're coming so late, the dorms should be closing time."
"Tomorrow, Saturday, no classes." Luo Wenchuan glanced at Song Ling, pointed to the bag on the ground, and asked him, "Where should we put this?"
"Just put it in the kitchen."
As soon as Song Ling finished speaking, Luo Wenchuan obediently carried the bag into the kitchen.
The sound of running water reached his ears. Song Ling narrowed his eyes as he watched the Omega obediently washing vegetables in the kitchen. He was a differentiated Alpha, and with such a handsome Omega by his side, it was impossible for him not to have wicked thoughts.
It's just that this person hasn't reached the differentiation stage yet, and it's fortunate that they haven't reached the differentiation stage yet, otherwise, if their pheromones collided, it would cause a big problem.
Song Ling ruffled her hair and naturally lay down on the sofa.
In less than an hour, the aroma of food filled the kitchen.
"The porridge is still cooking. Let's eat some vegetables first." Luo Wenchuan placed the dishes on the table and came over to call Song Ling.
Song Ling lay on the sofa, looking up at Luo Wenchuan's beautiful eyes, her eyes curving slightly: "Wenchuan, you are so virtuous."