Differentiate into omega in the normal world

It was rare to see Zhou Ning writing vigorously when entering the classroom on Monday, and Song Chen was amazed.

"I worked very hard today, and I finally found out that my IQ is not enough and I need to work harder the day after tomorrow?"

"Why did you come here, hurry up, human life is a matter of heaven!"

Song Chen let go of his schoolbag and took out the newly bought competition solution, "What, you're going to have a baby?"

For the sake of human life, Zhou Ning didn't care about him.

So he smiled and stretched out his hand to beat him on the shoulder, "Just now, Lao Mo said that he would check his homework in class. He was too excited to camp and barbecue yesterday, so he accidentally forgot his homework."

"You don't remember it, do you?" Song Ling complained.

"It's not important!" Zhou Ning begged, shaking Song Chen, "Chen, you have to save me, give me my homework, there are 10 minutes and 30 seconds left before class!"

"Stop howling, take it away."

Zhou Ning took away the homework under the envious eyes of others. Song Ling saw the complete solution of the competition on his desk, and excitedly said, "Brother, do you want to participate in the competition?"

"how do you know?"

Song Ling pointed to the book and said, "This is a must-buy practice book for the competition, and only 4 people in a grade can buy it. It is called a special book for high school students in the post bar."

"Really." Song Chen responded flatly.

Anyway, he has been domineering since elementary school, so he doesn't need to use this to prove it.

Song Ling started the competition with a sincere and fresh heart.

really,

can't read.

The world of Xueba is too complicated.

"It's the first time I've seen the legendary book."

The hand that turned the pen paused, and Song Chen was puzzled, "It's not that Chen Lang was number one last year."

That should have been seen at his place.

"Yeah, but Brother Lang doesn't need to buy this book." Song Ling turned on the brainless blow mode, "Someone came to ask him, and he said that he didn't need to buy it, and it was enough to do the after-school exercises. It's simple, At that time, some people in the post bar bet that he would not rank in the competition, otherwise he would be broadcast live and shower upside down, and he would be severely slapped in the face."

Song Chen panicked, feeling cheated and insulted.

I didn't need it myself, so I pretended to take him to buy it.

What do you mean?

look down on who!

The more he thought about it, the angrier he became, Song Chen picked up the book and threw it into the drawer.

Seriously, I don't need it either.

No, I have never seen the type of questions in the competition. If the car overturns, I will be ridiculed by that idiot.

I will write a few typical questions to familiarize myself with the question types.

Then stop writing.

In the next few days, Song Chen took the time to do the competition questions, and occasionally strolled to Chen Lang's seat while there were few people.

"Hey, is there a solution to this problem?"

"This way was solved by him!"

"Why is there only one answer, without even the process, Chen Lang's idiot criticism is too stupid."

While thinking about it, his attention was drawn away by the things on the table.

That was Chen Lang's wristband.

He wore it when he played.

Song Chen saw it in the photos Song Ling secretly took.

Chen Lang held up the water bottle to drink with his hand wearing a black wristband, and the water droplets on the bottle flowed through the palm of his hand along the body of the bottle.

Finally submerged in the black wrist.

Now the wristband was placed carelessly in front of Song Chen, and Song Chen could sense Chen Lang's breath without even trying to smell it.

The wetness of the soil after the rain.

His eyes were still on the topic, and his hand stretched out unconsciously.

"Brother Lang, hurry up! The bell is about to ring!"

At the door, Jiang Yu yelled at the slow-moving people behind. Song Chen straightened up, bumped his knee against the foot of the table, and left the scene quickly, ignoring the pain.

Stuffing the snacks he bought into the drawer, Chen Lang raised his eyebrows as he looked at the books on the table that had been turned over.

After thinking about it, he closed his eyes and concentrated on feeling.

There was a faint scent of sweetness in the air, and the green smoke seemed to wrap around Chen Lang's body.

After being patted on the shoulder, Chen Lang opened his eyes.

The scent is gone.

"Why are you closing your eyes and practicing standing up to sleep?" Jiang Yu was getting more and more unable to understand Chen Lang's operations.

"You can try to improve your memory." Chen Lang said, sitting down and asking Qiao Shen in front of him, "Someone came to my place just now."

"That's a lot of people."

How could Qiao Shen remember so many people coming and going, but just now one of them stood for a while, and kicked the table when he left, causing his words to be crooked due to fluctuations.

Qiao Shen said, "Song Chen."

By the way, I added, "I also kicked your desk."

like his temper.

Chen Lang wasn't surprised. The classmate who had imitated the eyes looked at Song Chen, and saw him turn his head and whisper to Zhou Ning.

Raising his eyebrows, laughing and cursing, he raised his hand and hit Zhou Ning on the head.

Chen Lang's eyelids twitched.

Break off a piece of milk and put it in your mouth to bite into pieces.

calm.

Ever since he wore the wristband that day, Song Chen began to think about Chen Lang's things.

His sense of smell seemed to be sharper, and he could more or less smell the rain after Chen Lang had used it.

Head up when you smell it.

Wanted to reach out and take it away.

Once she got dizzy, An Nai couldn't help stretching out her wolf's claws to grab Chen Lang's clothes.

Chen Lang glanced back at his bewildered eyes, and easily pulled his hand away.

"It's indecent to undress in school."

Song Chen groaned, and shook off his hand, "Who wants you to take it off, you are narcissistic."

Now it's not just the things around Chen Lang, it seems that even his breath appears in the air from time to time.

Song Chen clutched half of his face and collapsed, the stamina of this breath must have been too strong.

In the past, I still needed the smell of Chen Lang when I suddenly got sick, but now it's like being addicted to cigarettes, and I have to take a sip from time to time.

It would be great if I could make all of Chen Lang's things his own.

Like clothes...his books...his wristbands

As soon as this thought came out, Song Chen himself trembled.

No, this is too perverted.

After the first class, as usual, it was a big break that everyone hated. Song Chen followed everyone down, ran to ask the teacher for leave before preparing for the opening, and went back to the classroom.

Zhou Ning, who had been staring at him, had a face full of shit.

Does this work too?

He went to talk to the teacher in the same way, even more dedicated than Song Chen, covering his stomach and frowning.

in a hurry!

Then the teacher smiled slightly and sent the person back.

"Hold on."

The whole teaching building was very quiet. Song Chen trotted all the way up, his light-colored eyes sparkling, and he looked very happy.

Push open the classroom door and glance.

That's fine, no one.

He saw that there was no Chen Lang in the team going downstairs to do exercises, so he must have gone to the infirmary to play mahjong again.

good time.

Song Chen rushed to Chen Lang's seat without stopping, and sat down without hesitation.

He lowered his head and carefully observed the wristband in the drawer. After making sure to remember its location firmly, he took it out and looked at it over and over in the palm of his hand.

Very ordinary pure black with a brand logo on it.

But it was full of the same aura as Chen Lang's.

Just a moment, I'll borrow it.

Song Chen said in a low voice, and put the wristband on his wrist.

His arms are thin and white, with well-proportioned bones and flesh, and they are whiter, tenderer and smoother against the black wristband, as if a slight grip will leave obvious red marks.

After putting it on, Song Chen put his hands on his head and lay down on the table, with the tip of his nose facing the wrist guard.

Can't help but sigh.

He can't do the thing of stealing Chen Lang's stuff, so he can only take advantage of it at this time.

It's all Chen Lang's breath!

"I don't know when this disease will be cured."

Satisfied, Song Chen felt a little worried again, this is not the solution.

He narrowed his eyes comfortably, his slender eyelashes trembling constantly, the singing on the playground outside was coming to an end, and the time was coming.

After leaving the venue, some students will come back first, and time is running out.

Song Chen reluctantly took off the wristband and put it back to its original appearance.

After sitting for a while, he got up and went to the toilet when he heard laughter from downstairs.

Do a full play.

It's just that as soon as the toilet door opened, he ran into the person he didn't want to see the most.

"Why are you here?"

Chen Lang was washing his hands, his ten slender fingers were entwined under the water, and there were slightly raised veins on the back of his hands.

Take your time, neither slow nor fast.

Hearing this, he asked him back, "I'm not here, so where should I be?"

After turning off the faucet, Chen Lang took out a piece of paper to wipe his hands, and asked again, "Is it the infirmary? You understand it quite well."

Song Chen: "Think too much, I don't care where you are."

As long as it's not in the classroom.

Thinking about his behavior just now, Song Chen heaved a sigh of relief, as long as he didn't see it.

He bypassed Chen Lang and went inside, and when he came out again, he found Chen Lang was still outside, shaking a plate of milk chips in his hand.

The tinfoil on top made a sizzling sound.

"You eat candy at the door of the toilet? What kind of addiction is that?"

Song Chen was really curious when his teeth were eaten by moths and he ate candy every day.

"Do you want it?"

I also want to encourage him to eat too, in an attempt to harm his hard-earned teeth.

Song Chenqi: "I told you earlier that I won't eat, what kind of memory do you have?"

"I thought you lied to me." Chen Lang looked surprised, tilted his head and smiled with his lips curled up, "Otherwise, your body is full of sweet smell, last time I made my clothes smell sweet too."

He blinked, still looking innocent.

"Not only is my memory bad, but I also have problems with my nose. It smells like laundry detergent! If you want to go to the supermarket to buy it yourself, after drinking a bottle, you will be full of sweet scents."

"Okay." Chen Lang's tone was quite regrettable.

The two walked towards the classroom together. Song Chen was anxious to get rid of him and took big steps, but Chen Lang easily followed him with a lift of his feet.

"We're going to the No. [-] Middle School exam next week, don't forget to prepare things."

"Don't you just bring a pen and a book?" Song Chen disagreed.

It's just preparation for the exam, it's not a big problem.

They themselves take a test every half a month, which is common.

"Not only pens, but also a change of clothes." Chen Lang said.

"??"

Song Chen stopped in his tracks, his face full of doubts, so Chen Lang kindly explained to him, "Don't you know, the competition exam is two days, and you need to stay there for one night."

He really didn't know, no one had mentioned it to him.

Chen Lang continued, "Also, according to the usual practice in previous years, standard rooms are provided for accommodation, and the arrangement also follows the principle of proximity, which means..."

He smiled, raised his eyebrows with a rare youthful anger, "You want to share a room with me."

The bell rang suddenly, and the students ran back to the classroom one after another. Chen Lang also sat back in his seat, took out the wristband from the drawer and put it on his hand.

There is a sticky sweet smell in the hand.

"Why are you wearing it now? Physical education is in the last period."

Chen Lang opened the book and replied at the same table, "Good things in advance."

Jiang Yu: "..."

That's too early.