Differentiate into omega in the normal world

In the innermost toilet of the school, Zhou Ning was puffing, the toilet door was kicked open, and Song Chen walked in aggressively.

"Day, can you be a little bit smaller next time, I fucking almost swallowed the cigarette."

Zhou Ning looked at the unfinished cigarette on the ground with regret, kicked it into the urinal, and flushed it away.

"Whether you smoke or take a sauna, those who don't know think that you ascended to heaven in it."

"Oh, if I ascend to heaven, I will send you to hell first." Zhou Ning threw a peppermint candy into his mouth, gloating at him, "This time I lost to Chen Lang again, I told you not to follow me." He fought, the No. 1 in the whole city is not called for nothing."

Song Chen turned on the faucet and splashed his face, "Whoever has not won the first place, he can, he is the best in the city."

When Song Chen was still in the city next door, he was number one all year round. Later, his father was promoted and his family moved here. He entered the third middle school and was a classmate with Chen Lang. Song Chen never became the number one again.

Back to the second child of ten thousand years.

He was a little behind in every subject, and even lost a point in English, which he was best at.

The English teacher gave him Chen Lang's cursive composition with almost full marks. Look at the curve, it's perfect.

The school post bar also opened a post asking if Song Chen could surpass Chen Lang before the college entrance examination.

The two sides tore out tens of thousands of buildings.

Song Chen had insomnia for a while, thinking that he must have robbed Chen Lang's wife in his previous life, and that he would be so oppressive in this life.

Zhou Ning had been his tablemate for six years in elementary school, and knew his temper well, so he immediately coaxed him, "But our Chenchen is the best, sweet but salty, long-legged, kind-hearted and good-natured."

Song Chen: "..."

Thanks, I was disgusted.

"Chen, did you steal the candy? Why is it so delicious?"

"Do you have a pig nose? What can I eat in the toilet?"

Song Chen took out a tissue, wiped his hands slowly, turned and left.

Zhou Ning sniffled and followed to go out, there is really a smell.

After returning to the classroom and just sitting down, Song Chen flipped through the test paper and read the wrong question. Song Ling next to her lowered her head and laughed.

Song Chen had goose bumps all over his body, "Lao Mo is here."

Song Ling suddenly raised her head and slammed her head on the drawer, her eyes darted around the classroom.

Where is Lao Mo?

"Brother, why did you lie to me again?"

Song Ling shouted.She and Song Chen are not related by blood, it is purely because they shared the same surname 500 years ago, but Song Ling is a personal acquaintance, and there is no pressure for her brother to shout.

"What are you looking at? You're smiling so obscenely."

Song Ling showed a silly smile on her face, "What's so obscene, I'm admiring the art of the human body."

Song Chen: "..."

He really doesn't understand girls well.

Song Ling held out her mobile phone in front of him mysteriously, and in a group called "Lang Ge's Wives", several photos of Chen Lang playing ball were posted in succession.

"Look at Brother Lang's face, figure, long legs, and abs! I'm dead, I'm dead!"

Song Chen: "You know he has abdominal muscles again."

"That's not true." Song Ling zoomed in on the photo, pointed at Chen Lang's plump and powerful arm muscles, and spoke convincingly, "Looking at this arm, not to mention the abdominal muscles, I have already thought about how many pieces there are, whether they are hard or not."

Song Chen snorted and continued to read the wrong questions.

Compared with Chen Lang, even the wrong questions became more delicate.

The back door of the classroom was kicked open, and Chen Lang walked in with a basketball in his arms. Among a group of energetic teenagers in school uniform, the tall and straight man already possessed the temperament and charm of an adult.

The eyebrows are deep, and the profile lines are aggressive.

After exercising, he exudes hormones all over his body.

Song Chen tilted his head and glanced, no wonder the lost Song Ling couldn't find Bei.

Pretty dog-like.

Jiang Yuti, who was following behind, slid a cup of milk tea and shouted, "Brother Lang, do you want to drink milk tea? Anyway, it's the school girl's wish."

There was booing in the class.

Chen Lang put down the basketball and replied lazily, "Whoever catches it will drink."

Jiang Yu waited for his words, inserted the straw and drank it.

Zhou Ning patted Song Chen on the back and asked, "Chen, you look so red, do you have a fever? Let me accompany you to the infirmary to have a look?"

Song Chen supported his head, "It's just a little boring."

He closed his eyes, opened them again and found a shadow fell on his head, and a fresh breath after the rain came into his nose.

In an instant, the other breaths in the air were dispersed, which made people feel refreshed. Song Chen raised his eyelids, it was Chen Lang.

"what?"

"Why not, thank you for being merciful and let me take the first place."

"..."

"Thank you."

Chen Lang put a piece of chocolate on the table, then turned around and left neatly.

Song Chen felt a heart attack.

Usually, the two of them didn't talk very much, except when Song Chen was unconvinced when he first transferred, he pestered Chen Lang to compare each other, and if he didn't compare, he was cowardly.

Post a challenge post in the post bar than before.

later.

Song Chen never went to the school's post bar again.

After Chen Lang returned to his seat, Jiang Yu bit his straw and touched his elbow, and smiled: "I saw him hide in the toilet before, but you still caught him mocking him. Brother Lang deserves to be Brother Lang."

"It's interesting."

Chen Lang's anger has long since dissipated, but he just thinks it's quite amusing to see Song Chen Yanyan's appearance every time, like a child who can't get candy.

In the morning Song Chen was not feeling well, limp and weak.He had an indescribable dream all night, and he woke up with weakness in his waist.

I simply asked for evening self-study, pressed the panties in the toilet and washed them before taking the car to school slowly.

"Chen, you really didn't steal the sweets? You smell sweet." Zhou Ning leaned closer to him, staring at Song Chen's fair and bright cheeks with dark eyes, suddenly feeling very thirsty.

Song Chen took out the book calmly, "I can give you a cake, so that you can feel the sweetness all over your body."

Zhou Ning refused without thinking, needless to say, he must have pushed his head into the cake.

But Zhou Ning kept mentioning this matter, Song Chen was a little concerned, and he was very sensitive to smells in the past two days, and he always felt that the air was full of unpleasant smells.

If you have a smell on your body, there is no reason why you can't smell it.

He asked Song Ling, "Is there any smell on me?"

Song Ling thought for a while, and carefully said, "There is...a mature masculinity!"

Song Chen: "..."

Zhou Ning, who was eavesdropping behind him, lowered his head and laughed wildly.

Did you check the question?

Song Ling said: "Wait a minute, give me another chance."

She approached Song Chen seriously and sniffed it, her eyes widened in bewilderment, "I see, what you drank in the morning was the jujube milk from the dim sum shop in front of the school, right?"

Song Chen: "..."

He remembered the fresh breath after the rain that Chen Lang smelled when he came over yesterday, so he asked Song Ling, "Then, did you smell Chen Lang's body?"

Hearing Chen Lang, Song Ling immediately lost her restraint and answered with her face held together.

"Yes, it's a smell that makes people unable to close their legs."

"???"

He really doesn't understand girls.

Song Chen pinched the bridge of his nose, he probably had a problem with his sense of smell.

Otherwise, how could he feel that Chen Lang smelled so pleasant.

With the purpose of health and relaxation between classes, No. [-] Middle School, except for the flag-raising ceremony on Monday, they all come down to the playground to dance the rabbit dance and do five-step boxing.

The playground is full of people jumping at the same time, and the scene is extremely spectacular.

From a distance, it looks like a group of demons dancing wildly.

"It's the most embarrassing moment of the day again. Where are you going, Chen? Do you want to escape? Take me with you."

"Infirmary." Look at the nose.

"Great, I'll accompany you."

Before taking a step, the homeroom teacher Zhou Xue whispered from behind, "Who does Zhou Ning want to accompany?"

Zhou Ning silently withdrew his feet and said with a smile: "It's not because Song Chen is sick and lonely, so I'll accompany him to the infirmary. Teacher, I'm doing a good deed, you have to give me a point. "

Zhou Xue snorted, looked softly at Song Chen, "Can it be done alone?"

Song Chen ignored Zhou Ning who was winking desperately, nodded obediently and left.

Zhou Xue turned around and returned to her serious face, "Don't stand still, that big guy will block the students behind you."

Zhou Ning: "...Damn."

It's too discriminatory!

Song Chen came to the infirmary and found that there was no one there. No. [-] Middle School is the most prestigious private school in the city, with strong capital, not only to train talents, but also to take care of students from extraordinary families like Song Chen.

Therefore, even the infirmary is decorated like a small hospital.

A nurse sat by the door, looked up at Song Chen's face, and asked, "Didn't you eat breakfast?"

Song Chen opened his eyes wide, knowing this.

The nurse threw him a piece of bread, "Eat it and go to the doctor."

Is there such a rule?

Song Chen used to be in good health, and had never been to the school's infirmary. Hearing what she said, he just stood up and tore open the package, and ate the bread in small bites.

A bit dry and not tasty.

The nurse raised her eyes, what a mess this child is.

During this period of time, there was only one doctor on duty. Song Chen saw that someone was watching, so he went to the nursing bed and sat down for a while.

The curtain was opened, and a person was lying on one of the two parallel nursing beds.

At the same time the person on the bed raised his face.

It was a familiar handsome face.

With handsome eyebrows and starry eyes, the handsome and handsome first grader.

Isn't this guy supposed to be doing a stupid bunny dance?

"You escaped class and came here to be lazy!"

Seeing his proud little appearance, Chen Lang couldn't help but want to laugh. He half sat down, pressed his cell phone, and said, "Pay attention to your wording, I came here to rest openly."

"Why?"

"Hypoglycemia, the doctor said I should get up early and rest more."

Song Chen looked at his muscular upper arms and his energetic face.

silence.

He tilted his head and glanced at Chen Lang's phone screen.

Sichuan mahjong, passion online.

Song Chen looked complicated.

Prevent Alzheimer's in advance.

"Why are you here, because of yesterday's ranking?" Chen Lang touched his nose, and there seemed to be a hint of sweetness in the smell of disinfectant.

Song Chen sat cross-legged on the nursing bed, raised his eyes, "Are you mad at your fancy English fonts? Exaggerated."

"That's right, you're used to it, aren't you, Song Er?"

Song Er is the nickname of Song Chen by the people in the post bar, which not only reflects his identity, but also highlights Song Chen's perseverance and determination to fight repeatedly after defeat.

But Song Chen refused the pet name, and immediately exploded, "Don't call me that."

As soon as he straddled his legs, he reached the nursing bed by Chen Lang's side. He stretched out his hand to grab Chen Lang's collar, but Chen Lang easily separated and held it.

The clean and clear breath of the other party flowed through the blood to the limbs and bones along the touched place.

Song Chen's body, which was still a little uncomfortable, suddenly felt refreshed, and another more active and restless molecule was moving in his body, and the back of his neck was even more inexplicably itchy.

make him... want

Get close to Chen Lang.

He suddenly remembered Song Ling's words, as long as they got close to Chen Lang, their attention would be attracted to Chen Lang unconditionally.

day.

Fucking Chen Lang played a trick on him.