I was marked by my old enemy school grass

Su Zhan felt that the whole person was not well, and asked in shock: "Why?"

"Because alpha pheromones can stimulate omega glands, your glands are temporarily marked before they are fully developed, and the alpha pheromones injected into your glands will stimulate growth and development."

"Then why is this happening now?" He still didn't understand.

The doctor explained straightforwardly: "You are dependent on his pheromone. Your body remembers the other party's alpha pheromone, thinking that this pheromone will stimulate growth and development, and you will need this pheromone on a regular basis. If you get it If not, the body will protest on its own, and the specific manifestations are the symptoms you mentioned before."

Su Zhan: "..."

He asked desperately: "Can this situation be treated? Except for the hormone method."

The doctor shook his head: "I'm afraid not."

The last piece of comfort the doctor gave him was: "However, your current symptoms will not last forever. They will only appear once in a while, and they will recur. If you really don't want to treat them, you will pass after a while."

Su Zhan walked out of the hospital in a daze, suddenly feeling a sense of who am I, where am I and what am I doing.

He leaned against the wall and took a taxi back to school, feeling that stretching his head was the pain of a showdown with Su Pengcheng, and shrinking his head was the pain of relying on the pheromone of his old enemy, Wen Mo.

The only consolation is that he won't have a sore waist and weak legs all the time. After resisting the feeling of powerlessness for an hour or so just now, he is much more normal now.

But this is not a solution, the symptoms on his body are like intermittent attacks from time to time, in case of a sudden attack while walking, his legs will be limp and he will fall to the ground and cannot get up, and he will blush and pant, God knows the people around him What would people think of him.

It's like walking and suddenly falling into heat.

Sitting in a taxi, he felt ashamed to face people.

His cell phone rang, and the word Su Pengcheng flashed on the screen.

He was silent for a moment, connected the phone, and called out, "Dad."

Su Pengcheng's voice was very gentle. He first asked about his studies with concern, and then changed the subject after he said something, "Xiao Zhan, do you still remember the pills you took last year? They should strengthen the body's immunity this year." Eat, you didn't go home last weekend because you had something to do, so go home this weekend and take your medicine."

Su Zhan pursed his lips and held the phone tightly with his fingers, his fingertips turned white. After a while, he said, "Dad, I've been busy studying recently. The teacher assigned me a lot of study tasks. I might not have time to go back this week. Why don't you go back?" You send the pills to the doorman, and I'll take them myself."

Su Pengcheng said a few more words, but he couldn't agree with Su Zhan's words.

Su Zhan hung up the phone, feeling very cold for some reason. After living together for more than ten years, he only realized now that he didn't know his father at all.

Yuze High School is a well-known provincial key point in Songshi City. It implements a dormitory system, strict management, and high study pressure. Some students who are far away from home and are afraid of delaying their study time can stay in school if they don't want to go home.

Therefore, many students in the villages and towns near Songshi will choose to stay for one semester, but students like Su Zhan who live locally rarely do not go back for one semester.

He used the excuse of being busy with his studies last weekend to not go back. This kind of excuse will last for a week or two at most. He will go back sooner or later, and he still has to face...

Su Zhan returned to school absent-mindedly. When he returned, the fourth class in the afternoon was over, and it was time for dinner.

He absent-mindedly walked to the school cafeteria to buy something to eat, and walked back to the dormitory from the cafeteria after the meal, thinking about what to do all the way, his legs became weak when he didn't want to walk, and he almost fell to the ground with his knees down.

Jin Minglei supported him, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you, do you want to go to the school hospital?"

Su Zhan found himself falling ill again, feeling ashamed, and numbly found an excuse: "This afternoon in physical education class, I played too hard and my legs were weak."

Jin Minglei smiled lightly, "Su Zhan, you don't have enough physical strength. Boys can't have weak legs. They need to practice more."

"En." He nodded mechanically and numbly, and was supported by Jin Minglei back to the dormitory.

His disease is not good and needs to be cured, otherwise he may get sick at any time.

Along the way, he was very close to Jin Minglei, smelling the bitter pheromone from Jin Minglei, and was helped back to the dormitory.

After Jin Minglei returned to the dormitory, he took off his coat casually and threw it on the bed. One sleeve of the coat was hanging down, and Jin Minglei's bitter pheromone could be faintly smelled on the sleeve.

His heart moved, he felt that he had opened the door to a new world, and thought of another way.

He doesn't want to talk to Su Pengcheng now, and wants to heal his illness, so he can only rely on Wen Mo's pheromone.

But he was determined not to bow his head to Wen Mo, his old enemy, and asked the other party to give him pheromones, so maybe he could rely on the things Wen Mo used to get through the difficulties?

Alpha used things are more or less stained with alpha pheromones, long-term use or things used after exercise will contain more pheromones, strenuous exercise will speed up blood flow and accelerate the production of pheromones freed.

That's why he could smell all kinds of strange smells in the locker room that day, because the alphas who went to the locker room had all exercised, and their pheromones remained in the air.

Maybe, he can find something that Wen Mo has used for a long time, especially after exercising, to absorb the pheromone.

A very graphic scene inevitably appeared in his mind——

He hugged the sportswear that smelled of ink and sweat and rubbed vigorously.

Su Zhan's face was expressionless, and he felt that the taste was really sour, he was like a change~tai who stole clothes to talk about comfort.

He arrived in the classroom 10 minutes before the evening self-study started, and Liang Ci, the school committee, sent a notice of the math competition for high school students in the class group.

In the past, he knew that the level of the competition was mediocre, and if he went there, he would be at the level of a provincial second prize. If he could not get the national award, it would take a lot of time, so he never signed up, but this time...

He swiped his finger across the screen, and finally told Liang Ci that he signed up.

He wanted more reasons to say that he was busy with his studies and didn't go home.

After he signed up, a familiar sense of powerlessness surged up again. He cursed lowly, feeling that his situation was more terrifying than the indeterminate estrus period.

He hesitated for a moment, and finally took out his mobile phone as if admitting defeat, and suddenly remembered that he had just added Wen Mo's WeChat friend, clicked on WeChat and found Wen Mo's profile picture, and began to rape the other party's circle of friends.

Before he looked at it, he raised his head and looked around cautiously, afraid that his classmates would find him doing such a shameful thing, researching the circle of friends of his deadly rival, it was like a voyeur.

Wen Mo's WeChat avatar is very simple, it's a cursive ink character, with black characters on a white background as the WeChat avatar, very concise.

He clicked on the circle of friends, and found that Wen Mo only showed the circle of friends of the last month, and in the last month, Wen Mo only posted a circle of friends last Wednesday. In that circle of friends, he posted a photo of a bottle of perfume, accompanied by Text: like it.

Su Zhan didn't have much research on perfume, so he clicked on the picture to enlarge it, and saw that the brand of the perfume was JOMALONE, and the bottle said: WILDBLUE BELLCOLOGNE.

What is this thing, Wen Mo likes this?

Wen Mo, this is... I have a girl I like, who likes this perfume?

Su Zhan consciously discovered Wen Mo's big secret, and was about to continue to study it, when Fang Shiqiu entered the classroom at some point and asked him: "Brother Su, the school sports meeting is going to start next week, when shall we go to practice some sports?" .”

Su Zhan panicked, afraid that others would find out that he was spying on Wen Mo's Moments, so he hurriedly exited the interface of Wen Mo's Moments, but he was too anxious, and accidentally clicked on the "Like" in Moments " button.

To put it simply, he gave a thumbs up to Moments of Momo who smelled that perfume.

He was extremely speechless and was about to cancel when Fang Shiqiu asked curiously beside him, "Brother Su, what are you looking at?"

Su Zhan didn't care too much, put away his phone and said calmly: "It's nothing, you just said the school sports meeting?"

"That's right." Fang Shiqiu looked confused, "Brother Su, don't you remember, we all signed up for the project, so we have to find time to practice."

Su Zhan remembered this matter.

Su Zhan likes sports, attaches great importance to group activities, and will actively participate in various sports games. This time he has applied for several events.

Su Zhan said to Fang Shiqiu without hesitation this time: "Then start practicing tomorrow night."

After he finished talking to Fang Shiqiu, he felt that he couldn't lose the game because he lost the chain at a critical moment. After hesitating for a while, he finally clicked on the campus forum.

As the number one high-cold male god on campus, Wen Mo has a huge number of fanboys and girls, and there are all kinds of gossip posts about Wenmo every day. He clicked on the campus forum to see if there was any way to get Wenmo's attention. Ink's personal items.

Not to mention, he really saw an account on the campus forum selling Wenmo's personal items.

He clicked in and found that this account called "School Grass Items Monopoly" had actually sold Wen Mo's used items several times, but they were usually small items, such as pens, erasers, and rulers, which were bought by Omega. I tried to smell the smell of ink pheromone on it, but they all said that the thing is too small, and the pheromone is too little to be ignored, so I can't smell it.

Because I couldn't smell it, and Omega posted a reward for Wenmo's pheromone smell, and the price was very high, but no one answered.

Su Zhan couldn't help thinking of the smell on Wen Mo's body.

A very unique woody fragrance, like the breath of some rare trees, very nice and refreshing.

He shook his head and knocked his head hard twice. He couldn't miss the pheromone of his old enemy so unluckily.

The account called School Grass Items Monopoly is selling a shirt worn by the school grass this time. This time the item is very bulky, and it is worn next to the skin. It is absolutely original. There is a high probability that you can smell the pheromone of the school grass when you buy it back. .

Therefore, the bidding on the forum was also crazy. From the base price of 100 yuan to several thousand yuan, Su Zhan looked around, fearing that others would find the same phone hidden under the desk, and used his own account to participate in the auction as if he had a guilty conscience.

During the evening self-study class, he heard the alpha Zhao Bikun who was not far away suddenly cursing in the class: "Damn it, which **** guy snatched Wenmo from me, and the price is so high..."

The bid is high. Damn guy. Su Zhan lowered his head in shame, trying to put away his phone, for fear of being found out that he did such a shameful thing

In the end, Su Zhan became Wen Mo's "Number One Fanboy", snatched Wen Mo's shirt at a high price, and made an appointment with the seller on the place and method of the transaction.

In class one, sophomore year, Jiang Anxing whispered to Wen Mo, "That guy Wei Yang is selling your shirts at a high price, and he's making an appointment with someone to trade them."

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