Maltose [ABO]

In Mai Qingtian's impression, when he was 14 years old, he still needed his mother to braid his hair every day.But after a long time, he will too.

Not that he wants to learn, but that he needs to learn.

In the third year of high school, Mai Qingtian was 15 years old. At that time, he had already grown a little bit. Although his face was still immature, his nose became more and more straight.He looks a lot like his mother, and of course he still has some resemblance to his father.

Every time when he tied his hair in front of the mirror, Mai Qingtian could not help showing a wry smile with a small arc when he looked at those autumn eyes like his mother's. He didn't know whether it was luck or misfortune. .

Thinking about it now, Mai Qingtian at that time was already liked by many Betas and Alphas.

In the last year of high school, he was 16 years old.

This year he has grown a lot taller. Although he is wearing a skirt, his stature is still there. He is obviously taller than other girls.But he doesn't have breast flesh, so when his good classmate Sumei began to intentionally hold her breasts because of her developed breasts, Mai Qingtian would focus on those female classmates of the same age. As if I have nothing.

He wanted to keep his chest in his mouth, but unknowingly, he straightened his back, and he didn't even know why.

Perhaps it was because of the remaining stubbornness.

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The students thought he was good-looking, and if he was a female Beta, he could try to be a field nurse in the future.

Mai Qingtian's mother was still a little worried. Their family hadn't been well-to-do these years, but they were able to live well, at least they could afford their children to go to school.

In order to prevent Mai Qingtian from growing too tall, his mother intentionally reduced his meat intake, and made him skip a meal from time to time.

This is still somewhat effective, I don't know if it is because he is an Omega after all, even if he is a male, Mai Qingtian is still not as strong as Beta and Alpha.

16-year-old Mai Qingtian wears braids, and when they are untied, her black hair is full of charm.When he lowered his head, looking at his brows and eyes always made people feel beautiful and delicate, but at this age, when he looked at his face, it always made people feel that there would be a sense of heroism that could not be ignored, which was due to the bridge of his nose .

Mai Qingtian's mother became more and more worried, and began to paint him.

He retched from the intense revulsion.

The mother let him vomit until Mai Qingtian was dehydrated, and then she took a bowl of sugar water and fed it into Mai Qingtian's mouth bit by bit.

Xiaoguai came to open his mouth, the mother said.

Like a dry fish, Mai Qingtian opened his mouth.

In front of the mirror was a face that grew wider and wider.

The mother held his face and looked at it again and again, with an indelible sadness between her brows.

She held out her hand, and a razor dangled in front of her eyes.

Mai Qingtian closed his eyes, heard the rustling sound, and opened them again.

He no longer has eyebrows.

In a trance, his mother picked up the powder and threw it dryly on his face.

Mother picked up the eyebrow pencil on the table again, and she whispered: "It's almost there, it's almost there."

This feeling is very strange.

It made Mai Qingtian feel desolate in his heart.

A touch of rouge swept up.

A thin layer of lip balm was also applied.

A new face, and that's it.

Dan lips are clouded and white teeth are beautiful.

Then, he shed two more lines of tears, and the rouge was gone.

The mother's sigh seemed to ring in my ears again.

After his tears dried up, Mai Qingtian applied a thin layer of powder on himself, but it was enough to make his face look softer.

Looking at it, Mai Qingtian still used a handkerchief to wipe off the completely feminine eyebrows that were outlined.

His mother yelled at him eagerly.

Mai Qingtian didn't seem to hear it.

That year, he was 17 years old.

The next day is the start of middle school.

Mai Qingtian stood up with a pale face. He looked like a girl in the eyes of others. Since he was deliberately starved by his mother since he was 12 years old, he was a little malnourished.People these days are very distasteful to male Omegas, and are not willing to understand them at all, so Mai Qingtian just knows more or less that his appearance is the same as those of those executed, and his skeleton is smaller than normal men .

At the age of 17, as soon as he stood up, he had the shadow of the first beauty in Lingcheng.

Mai Qingtian couldn't say a word, he felt that the eyes of the class were all glued to his body, and it hurt his whole body like a small needle.

"Mai Tian?" Mr. called him again.

Mai Qingtian twitched his eyelashes, feeling like dying now.

In fact, it would be fine to just say something to fool the past, but Mai Qingtian always has a feeling of lying, he is afraid and ashamed.

In the end, it was a transfer student who saved him.

Mai Qingtian didn't look up, he heard a familiar voice from the loudspeaker, it was the principal standing at the door of the class talking, "Mr. Zhang, excuse me, this child will be placed in your class."

Mr. Zhang's attention was removed from here, and the eyes of the students were also moved away.

Then, noisy discussions sounded densely.

He also heard the female classmate behind him gasp in surprise.

Mai Qingtian suddenly felt that he had come alive.

He moved his sore neck, raised his head and looked towards the door.

Seeing this, he froze.

The spirit of youth is in the prime of life.

This person is like the green wheat in the field. The stalks are straight, showing unyielding vitality, but the wheat grains are not so full, green and immature, shouting for the sun and rain, the sun and the sun. windy.

This is a man who has plunged headlong into the long river of history.

Mai Qingtian's heart was hit, this is what he always wanted to live.

Then, the vigorous and green young man looked at the twenty-odd students in the class with a smile, and said to Mr. Zhang unabashedly, "I want to sit over there."

He pointed to the direction of Mai Qingtian.

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This seat has been vacant since the start of school two days ago. At that time, everyone guessed that there might be some people who did not enroll, or that there were only such people in their class, but there were extra desks and chairs.

Mr. Zhang didn't know what was going on, he looked at this very clear child, and turned to look at the principal.

The principal smiled and nodded, then patted Mr. Zhang on the shoulder and said, "This is the child recommended by Liu Shuwu."

The 17-year-old boy sat on the left side of Mai Qingtian. That seat was next to the window, and the sun would always shine on it.

Today's sun shines on this young man's face.

After he sat down, he turned his head and grinned at Mai Qingtian, "Hi, I'll be sitting next to you from today on. My name is Tang Jinshui, Jinshui from 'Fortunately, the water from the Xiangjiang River is coming up again', your name is What?"

Mai Qingtian.

he said in his heart.

But in the end, he just plucked these few words from his throat: "Hello, my name is...Mai Tian."

From then on, when I went to school and entered the class, I saw him, and when I inadvertently turned my head in class, it was still him.

In just three days, Tang Jinshui seemed to have become a group with the people in this class very quickly. He was like a ball of fire, attracting countless Xiangyang people.

In places where the sun does not shine, some people who live on wheat have died stubbornly, while others have lived meagerly.

Mai Qingtian stretched out his hand to block the glare of sunlight outside the window.

Spring is here, and willow catkins are also floating up.

"Is it very sunny?" Tang Jinshui turned sideways slightly, propped his chin and looked aside, his eyes were dark and there was a jumping light in them.

Mai Qingtian was slightly taken aback, then quickly withdrew his hand, lowered his head, and picked up the pencil on the table.

The pen is in my hand, but I can't write a word.

Tang Jinshui looked at him and grinned slightly.

Hearing this laughter, Mai Qingtian seemed to be sweating a little while holding the pen.