[Liang Qiuyang said that he likes girls, whether it is alpha, beta or omega, as long as girls are fine. He is such a transparent person. 】

I understood as soon as he said the rooftop.

It was his lounge and his hobby. I've met him many times by chance "doing business" there, but that's the only time I've seen it.

I was startled by some strange noises and easily woken up from my light sleep at lunch break. The voice was indescribable, and if I had to say it, it was a bit like putting a squid on a water pipe and rubbing it violently.

I may have just woken up and my brain may not be clear, or I may not have turned the corner. After all, I was the only one on the rooftop before I fell asleep. It was very fatal. I got up and walked towards the sound past.

It was too late when I realized it wasn't squid and water pipes.

I turned around the stairwell, and the two human bodies that suddenly appeared in front of me were a bit unsightly.

Song Bailao leaned against the wall with his eyes slightly closed, his black uniform jacket was messy to his elbows, and in front of him there was another strange omega kneeling there, stretching his white neck, working hard to please his desires.

This scene was so shocking that I was completely stunned, and I missed the opportunity to leave the venue immediately.

And my undisguised footsteps and bright eyes are like shouting "I'm coming" to Song Bailao.

He originally had the back of his head against the wall, in a posture showing his Adam's apple, feeling my presence, he opened his eyes and slowly looked at me.

The temples were covered with sweat that was leaking from the heat or other reasons. Under the bite stopper, he seemed to open his mouth and exhale. Imagination will add many wonderful details to the memory. For example, when I recall it now, I always feel that the breath is like the breath of a volcano, with a scorching temperature. Maybe at that time, in my opinion, his whole person was hot and scalding.

He saw me, but he didn't stop me and drive me away, we just stared at each other silently for a moment, until the omega in front of him also felt something and wanted to turn back.

"Continue." Song Bailao still looked at me, but put his hand on the back of the omega's head, forcibly forbidding him to turn away.

I fled there in a panic, so hurried that I even forgot to take my textbook. When I remembered it, I was afraid of bumping into something I shouldn't see again, so I dragged it off until school.

Thinking that after the afternoon passes, the two of them should be done too. As a result, the omega is gone, but Song Bailao is still there.

He was sitting under the corner of the wall, holding my homework in his hands and watching with great interest. In this week's literature appreciation course, the teacher asked us to read the books she assigned, and each of them wrote a post-reading essay to share.

The book she designated was "Fate Lover", a love story written by a European writer whose name is longer than the title of the book. The central idea is probably to tell the world: every alpha has a destined omega, don't give up, don't give up on yourself, and look forward to love anytime, anywhere.

I don't know what the teacher who assigned this homework thought at that time, whether it was good to have a different voice, or simply forgot me, but when I saw Song Bailao was reading my writing When I read it, I was stunned, and I wanted to grab it back when I went up.

Song Bailao's eyes are fast and his hands are fast, and he can react in an instant, raising his hands all of a sudden.

"Give it back to me!"

He held my shoulders and restricted my movement: "But I haven't finished it yet."

"What is there to see, this is my homework, give it back to me!" When he saw the garbage I wrote in a moment of indignation, my face became hot.

But I am different, I hate the theory of this book. The author believes that alpha and omega are a natural pair, destined to be "Adam" and "Eve" created by God. What about beta? Can't beta fall in love with a human of a different blood type?

What is the difference between those who regard ao union as the righteousness and those who only accepted heterosexuality as the world's orthodoxy a hundred years ago?

"It's pretty," Song Bailao chuckled in his throat, "'Love should not be bound by physical defects, the fusion of souls is the foundation of love.' You really dare to say it." After reading it once, he was able to memorize what I wrote word by word.

With my efforts, or the other party's intention to put it underwater, I finally got my workbook.

"It was originally." I grabbed it, rolled it up and held it in my palm, then stood up, "Anything that binds human beings physically and mentally has always been dross. The slender waist that cannot be grasped, and the little feet with lotus flowers everywhere, are now the canines of alpha, and the glands of the back of the neck of omega."

Song Bailao was there, raised his chin and looked up at me: "beta doesn't have the flaws you said, but what have you done? The world still regards you as pigs and dogs."

His tone was relaxed, but his words were rude.

I clenched my fingers and told him: "You said I'm not suitable for this place, didn't I get used to it? As long as I work hard, I can always change something, whether it's fate or love."

Looking back at this passage, it was like a joke.

The strength on the chin increased a little, Song Bailao stared at me dissatisfiedly: "What are you thinking?"

I regained my senses and said truthfully: "Rooftop..." My voice was a little fuzzy because of his fingers.

He smiled, his eyes deepened a little: "Will you?"

I swallowed my saliva involuntarily. Whether it is "yes" or "no", these two answers are very dangerous.

After weighing it again and again, I chose a middle value: "Um...not very good."

Song Bailao pulled out his finger, and I was about to breathe a sigh of relief when he pressed his palm on the back of my head, with a faint sense of oppression: "Then learn."

He is indeed an excellent teacher, and he taught me this stupid student with his rich experience, and I quickly got the hang of it.

I practiced in the study room for half an hour, and Song Bailao asked someone to help me back to the room after the practice.

When I lay down on the bed and calmed down, I stared at the dim roof and gradually regained my mind.

The strange thing is that there is no shame or displeasure, the first thought that flashed in my mind turned out to be... He was really hot.

The next morning, after breakfast, Li Xun brought four or five people to the door.

Stylist, lighting engineer, photographer are all available. They took care of the look for me, chose the right clothes, and smeared Song Bailao's lip color, which was too light, with a bit of blood full of red.

After taking care of my appearance, they helped me to the study that had been arranged and seated me behind the desk.

Looking a little lower, you can see the place where Song Bailao was sitting yesterday, and the tip of his nose seems to smell the smell of fishy mutton again. I cleared my throat and forced myself to look away.

Song Bailao was sitting behind the camera, next to a whiteboard full of words, on which was written the statement that I had memorized for a long time yesterday, and the tone was specially added.

He crossed his legs, put one hand on the armrest, and pointed his fingertips on his forehead: "Give you two more minutes to prepare."

I might not have been so nervous at first, but he gave me a countdown, which made my heart beat faster and faster in two minutes, and my palms were sweaty.

Li Xun handed a laptop to Song Bailao, he put it on his lap, and suddenly smiled at the screen: "So the cake shop you represented in the competition two years ago was that Xu Meiren Ah, no wonder..." He automatically muted the content after that and didn't say any more, but raised his head and asked me, "Are you okay?"

I don't know if I'm all right, but I still nodded my head in a conditioned reflex: "Hmm... um!"

He lowered his head again: "Countdown to three seconds, three, two, one...start."

I clasped my hands tightly in front of me, I can't remember what I carried yesterday, I can only rely on the backup on the whiteboard for first aid.

"Good morning, my name is Ning Yu. Regarding the malicious slander and slander I have suffered during this period, I will no longer remain silent and decide to take up the weapon of the law to defend my legitimate rights and interests..."

As long as you get through the difficult part at the beginning, the rest will become smoother and smoother. It's just that my face is still stiff and the corners of my mouth are shaking.

"I will commission lawyer Wu Feng to initiate litigation recently, and bring Amber user Chang Xingze and his legal partner Xiang Ping to the Xiangtan District Court as co-defendants. I will no longer tolerate injustice, I will no longer be willing to succumb to fate. I will completely clean up all the stigma, and rectify my own name, and also rectify the name of beta.”

His eyes moved from the whiteboard to Song Bailao, who was staring at the computer screen intently, like a strict director observing the performance of actors through a monitor.

When I finished the last word, he raised his hand and gestured to the crowd. Soon, the photographer put down the lens, the lighting engineer turned off the dazzling headlights, and Song Bailao also closed the notebook and handed it back to Li Xun.

"Very good." He simply gave a two-word comment, then told everyone else to leave.

He and I were alone in the study soon. This kind of solitude made me restless and couldn't help thinking about what happened last night. The impression is too shocking, one night is really not enough to digest.

He got up and walked towards me: "You can resume the live broadcast in the future, do more... things that seem to be more powerful. The more you can prove your ability, the more you can move back to the wrong direction of public opinion on you. ."

I am actually very happy when I hear that the live broadcast can be resumed, but I am also worried.

"But Dad's..."

"Have you not figured out the situation yet?" Before I finished speaking, Song Bailao put his hands on the table and leaned forward slightly to approach me, "I am your god, your absolute Lord, what you should respect most is my order, not someone else's words."

It seems that I mentioned Luo Qinghe wrongly. His words were literally forced out between his teeth, enough to see how upset he was.

I hurriedly said: "I figured it out, you are my god, my master, I only listen to you."

He looked at me for a while, then straightened up, and seemed quite satisfied with my sense of appearance.

"You'd better take this sentence in your heart and engrave it in your mind." He finally said.