The rival's pheromone is super sweet

Xiao Yi immersed himself in the papers at a high speed, but his mind couldn't help recalling the descriptions in the fanfiction, but he didn't feel disgusted, but inexplicable anticipation.

He thought he was crazy.

He was clearly not interested in these things before, but since he became an Omega and found out that he likes Jiang Yang, he has become more and more knowledgeable about such things.

The main reason is that Jiang Yang's technique is very good.

I felt it the first time I kissed, felt it again last night, and felt it many times.

……

Xiao Yi scratched his hair a little irritably, trying to get rid of the messy thoughts in his head-

At 09:30, the library closed, and the two packed up their things and left.

After leaving the library, Jiang Yang took advantage of the dark sky and dim street lights, so he couldn't see his movements clearly while walking on the road, so he took Xiao Yi's hand.

"Did you enjoy studying today?" Jiang Yang kissed Xiao Yi's ear, "Did you gain anything?"

... The question was like the daily greetings of the school committee, and it sounded like she knew she had nothing to say.

Xiao Yi could only answer: "It's okay."

It's just that I kept thinking about fanhumanities, and almost drew pictures on the test paper.

Jiang Yang squeezed Xiao Yi's hand, and his tone was slightly excited: "I have gained a lot today, but I won't tell you what I gained, even if you promise to sleep with me tonight, I will never tell you .”

"...I didn't want to know at all."

"Then do you want to sleep together tonight?" Jiang Yang moved closer to Xiao Yi's ear, deliberately lowered his voice and said in an ambiguous tone, "I haven't kissed you for a day, and I miss you."

"Don't be so fucking coquettish," Xiao Yi's ears turned red, and he pushed Jiang Yang away, "There are so many classmates on the road."

Jiang Yang smiled indifferently, raised Xiao Yi's hand and kissed it: "Anyway, even if they can see that the two figures overlap, they can't tell what we are doing."

Xiao Yi snorted coldly: "Be careful Godzilla checks you with a flashlight."

"Ah, by the way," Jiang Yang said suddenly, "He seemed to punish me for writing some kind of self-criticism before. How long has it been? Why didn't he ask me for it? I forgot."

"I guess he forgot too."

"What was I doing at that time, I can't remember how, I forgot what happened that day..."

Xiao Yi reminded: "On the day of the power outage, we almost kissed on the stairs."

"...I remember," Jiang Yang swallowed, "do you want to make up for that day today? I know where the switch is."

"Damn it, get out, you still want to pull the switch, I'll show you what you can." Xiao Yi shook off Jiang Yang and left.

Jiang Yang quickly caught up: "I'm joking, but it's true that I want to make up..."

The two of them happened to walk to the bulletin board at this time. There were a few trees behind the bulletin board, which blocked the light from the street lamps, making it look particularly dim. Xiao Yi didn't even think about it, and walked directly behind the bulletin board.

While chasing after Jiang Yang, he murmured: "Don't hide from me, you think I can't see you hiding behind the bulletin board..."

Before Jiang Yang could finish speaking, Xiao Yi suddenly grabbed Jiang Yang's collar and pressed him down.

The movement was so hard that the tip of his nose hurt a little, but it didn't affect him licking Jiang Yang's lips delicately.

Jiang Yang's whole body seemed to be struck by lightning. It took him a while to react, and then he pressed Xiao Yi against the tree trunk, and kissed him back in a rebellious manner.

When the evening wind hit, the leaves above the head rustled, and a few girls in the distance were laughing and laughing, and the students passing by the bulletin board nearby were chatting happily.

But for the two of them, all the hustle and bustle seemed to be gradually fading away, leaving only the two of them in the world.

This kiss lasted for a long time, so long that both of them were sweating slightly, and their panting became short and deep, Jiang Yang slowly moved his lips away, his eyes seemed to be shining: "You are so sweet."

Xiao Yi touched his lips, trying to make sure if he was kissed swollen: "Stop saying such shameful things outside, okay?"

"Okay, of course." Jiang Yang didn't dare to refuse, but he dared to push forward, "Then we can talk about it when there is no one else."

"..." Xiao Yi could only change the subject, "Did you make up, it was from that day."

Jiang Yang kissed the corner of Xiao Yi's mouth, and asked cautiously and tentatively: "Then if I say I didn't make it up...will you kick me?"

For a moment, Xiao Yi habitually wanted to follow his words and say, "It will kill you." But he changed his words when he got to the point of his mouth, and his tone was gentle: "If you don't make up, then kiss again."

To Jiang Yang, these words were nothing more than great encouragement, his head was dizzy, he pinched Xiao Yi's waist and kissed him again.

Xiao Yi didn't know why he felt very irritated, even though his lips hurt a little from being kissed.

Must be crazy.

"Sure enough, we still can't sleep together tonight." After kissing for a long time, Jiang Yang let Xiao Yi go, and then pulled down his clothes to cover it up. What have you changed... You probably won't be able to get up tomorrow morning."

"...Thank you for knowing." Xiao Yi's voice was a little hoarse, but his tone was still the usual sarcasm.

After the two returned to the dormitory, Fang Kailan had been secretly observing and preparing to report, but the two of them seemed to have nothing happened, and they didn't even communicate. They went to take a bath one by one, and then went back to their respective beds to sleep.

Although Jiang Yang seemed to have been taking a bath for a while, judging from the results, it seemed that these two people were so pure that they didn't know each other at all, let alone read fanwen.

Fang Kailan thought she had time-traveled-

On Monday morning, the art committee announced again about the selection of candidates for the class program of the art performance, but still almost no one responded, and they were all busy copying their homework.

"It's not that we don't want to participate, it's that you haven't said what you're going to perform," a male student raised his hand and said, "If it's dancing on stage or something, wouldn't it be a pit for yourself if you sign up?"

The literary and art committee member is also very distressed, her dark circles are very heavy, it is obvious that she did not sleep well last night because of this incident: "The school said that this time there will be a grand party, and the program of each class must be taken seriously, not like last year... ... Cough, perfunctory, and the grading of this art performance will directly affect the class evaluation of this semester, I am also very worried, I am just a weak and helpless art committee member."

To say it is perfunctory is already a euphemism. Last year was actually a melee of garbage shows, forming a carnival farce.

Class [-]'s program is military boxing, which I learned during the military training in the first semester of high school. I have almost forgotten it during the art performance. Follow whose.

The fifth class was even more extreme. It was originally going to perform a class chorus, but the rehearsal the night before the art show found that everyone could not sing and was unwilling to learn. In the end, only the art committee member and the class leader sang, and one lost tune and the other forgot. The words made the audience roar with laughter.

In this way, even if the classmates don't take it seriously, the head teacher will urge everyone to rehearse well.

"Do you have any good ideas?" The literary and art committee wrote three lines on the blackboard, "Singing, dancing, and stage plays are generally these three types. How about a show of hands to vote? Choose whichever one agrees with the most ?”

As soon as the words fell, Qin Bing just came in to deliver something. Hearing what he said just now, he echoed: "I think it will work."

Classmates: "..."

Qin Bing pointed to the word singing: "The one who chooses to sing raises his hand?"

No hands were raised.

"Whoever chooses to dance raises his hand?"

No hands were raised.

"Okay, that's it." Qin Bing nodded and drew a circle on the stage play, "Just choose the stage play, everyone rehearse well, and don't forget to show me the script after you choose the actors. If there are not enough people, I will personally choose people when the time comes, and do group activities, and no one is allowed to refuse."

After finishing speaking, he stepped on his high heels and went out without taking a cloud.

Classmates: "..."

"Uh, shouldn't I put the stage play at the end..." The literary and art committee first smiled awkwardly, then suddenly changed his attitude, acting vigorously, as if Qin Bing had possessed him, "Okay, whatever the teacher says is what, Those who want to sign up before the end of the first period of class should sign up quickly, and those who have a proposal for a script should say it quickly, don’t wait until the teacher decides, my task is over, and I’m going to copy my homework too.”

In fact, it's not that everyone doesn't like this kind of activity, but because no class has taken it seriously all the time, which makes it seem silly that only your own class takes it seriously, and then gradually vicious circle.

But now it's different. Now that I know that everyone will take it seriously, I won't have this kind of thought anymore, and the discussion is getting more and more heated.

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Jiang Yang moved his head closer: "Squad leader, are you participating?"

Xiao Yi was brushing up questions, but refused with a blank expression: "I won't participate."

"..." Xiao Yi paused at the tip of his pen, and asked, "Then, as the monitor's boyfriend, shouldn't you bear the brunt of it?"

Jiang Yang liked the term "monitor's boyfriend" very much, and responded with a smile: "I think it makes sense. I'll sign up for the two of us in a while, and ask her to arrange two pairs of roles for us."

"Don't go," Xiao Yi looked at Jiang Yang, "I really don't want to participate."

"Why, it's so fun," Jiang Yang sighed regretfully, "It's fine if you don't participate, I still want to arrange for us two characters who need to kiss, so that we can try kissing in front of the whole school."

Xiao Yi frowned: "What kind of fucking weird habit is this?"

However, although the discussion was very intense, after the first get out of class ended, the literary and art committee only received a program proposal and the registration of six students.

And the content of the program proposal was the program that the classmate performed during the kindergarten party.

She could only show Qin Bing the humble registration form.

After reading it, Qin Bing sighed deeply, then folded up the application form expressionlessly and threw it away. He opened the webpage and searched for a while, and picked out a funny stage play adapted from Alice in Wonderland, and wrote it according to the role list. After collecting the names of more than [-] classmates, I handed the list to the literary and art committee: "Come here."

In the end, Jiang Yang got his wish and Xiao Yi got the pairing roles.

Play two trees dancing in bark.