Differentiate into omega in the normal world

Song Chen woke up from a nightmare, had no appetite for dinner, couldn't sleep in the middle of the night, and went to the balcony to have a wind.

I usually forget my dreams when I wake up, but this time I can't forget them.

Chenchen is so obedient, Chenchen is so obedient.

It fills the ears like a magic sound.

Or stereo surround reverb.

Be good to your family.

On Monday, Song Chen had a slight cold, and the person who got out of the car was still dizzy. Uncle Wang worriedly asked him if he wanted to ask for leave.

Song Chen shook his head, but he couldn't see anything anyway.

Seeing Song Ling and others standing still at the school gate, he yelled.

"Brother, you are here. I feel that your complexion is very bad. Are you sick?"

"I have a cold, who is that?"

"Duan Xiaofeng from class ten insisted on giving me steamed stuffed buns, saying that I already had breakfast." Song Ling said impatiently.

Song Chen glanced back while walking, and Duan Xiaofeng followed them a few meters away.

Yo, still staring at him.

"You never thought that someone was chasing you." Song Chen tried to remind her.

"Farewell." Song Ling yelled every day that she really wanted to have a sweet love, but when she heard that someone was chasing her, she was persuaded again, "I haven't finished my test paper yet, so how can I imagine such things."

Song Chen declined to comment, since it has nothing to do with him anyway.

"Besides, I face brother you's flourishing beauty every day, and the minimum requirements for my appearance have been raised by several notches."

Song Chen laughed, a little hoarse, with a sore throat, "That sentence is quite right."

Song Ling continued: "After such a screening, only Brother Lang can do it!"

Song Chen: "..."

After savoring it for two seconds, I realized something was wrong.

"You mean he's more handsome than me?"

"That's...impossible!" Song Ling grabbed his sleeve and shook it, "Brother, you are the most handsome, and you are the face of No. [-] Middle School."

Song Chen's skin is delicate, and his complexion is fairer than most girls'. His long eyebrows are covered by thin forehead hair, and his nose is high and straight.

Even if you look at it from the side, it is very shocking.

Although Song Ling prefers Chen Lang's mature and serious style, she is still amazed by her deskmate from time to time.

They are so good-looking, how can their girls live.

The two entered the classroom talking and laughing, and happened to run into Chen Lang who came out to fetch water.

When Song Chen saw his face, his aching head suddenly exploded.

I'm coming.

There is sound and picture again!

day.

Looking away, Song Chen hurried past.

Chen Lang was not surprised by his attitude. Song Ling, who turned into a reserved mode when she saw the male god, said good morning softly. Chen Lang nodded slightly and returned to her seat.

The first class was English, and the teacher took out Chen Lang's composition as a model essay to praise, and mentioned Song Chen.

"Of course Song Chen's composition is also impeccable, just don't write so impatiently next time, several marking teachers in our group are older, and every time they come across your test paper, they will come to ask me what word it is. "

Song Chen: "..."

He is a continuous pen!

What impatience!

Small laughter resounded in the class, and Song Chen suddenly smelled a familiar scent, and subconsciously looked at Chen Lang's seat.

Seeing Chen Lang leaning his body, he looked at himself with a half-smile.

Laugh fart.

Song Chen turned his head, thinking about it and felt that he had lost, so he quickly turned his head and gave Chen Lang a fierce look before looking away.

Losers cannot lose.

Chen Lang laughed softly, why didn't he find Song Chen so funny before.

"What are you laughing at?" Jiang Yu felt inconceivable that Xueba deserted at the same table.

"Nothing, just saw an angry cat."

There are cats in the classroom? ?

Jiang Yu immediately searched all over the classroom, but he didn't even find Mao.

In the afternoon, Song Chen was picking out the best-selling cursive English copybooks on his mobile phone. Song Ling came over and commented: "This one doesn't feel as good as Brother Lang's writing."

Song Chen also felt that the family had changed.

"Recite your text." He pushed Song Ling back.

"Chen, are you going to play?" Zhou Ning put his shoulders on his shoulders, and his fingertips accidentally touched the back of his neck.

"I won't go." Song Chen trembled all over.

"what happened?"

"The neck hurts a bit, don't touch it, it seems to be broken."

"Let me see."

Zhou Ning carefully opened the back of his collar, revealing a dazzling white neck, which was indeed a little red, but not obvious.

The vaguely sweet smell floated in the air again, which made Zhou Ning's eyes deeper and deeper, his mind fluttering, and he got closer and closer by coincidence.

Breath hit the fragile back of the neck, Song Chen instinctively felt the danger.

"Zhou Ning is gone!"

Song Chen didn't have time to react, the people who often played together in the class urged Zhou Ning, and Song Chen leaned forward.

Zhou Ning suddenly stood up straight, took two deep breaths, and felt a little dazed.

Has he gone mad to this point?

Just looking at your friend's neck will also...

"Why are you dawdling?"

His companion came striding over to tease him. Song Chen caught a glimpse of Chen Lang among them from the corner of his eye and stopped right next to him. Song Chen couldn't ignore the after-rain breath on his body.

Chen Lang's eyes drooped, staring straight at Song Chen's half-covered white nape.

An inexplicable anger arose in his heart, and he frowned, feeling irritated by this uncontrollable emotion.

"What's wrong with you?"

Song Chen couldn't take it anymore, so he left.

"Get dressed."

Chen Lang said, raised his hand to straighten his collar, covering the slightly red back of his neck.

After Chen Lang and the others left, Song Chen turned to Song Ling and said, "Is he sick? I don't wear my clothes properly."

"Brother Lang is just so gentle, I can hear him say this to me anytime." Song Ling began to let herself go, "I regret not recording it!"

"..." Song Chen hit the nail on the head: "You are not only blind, but also deaf."

"No matter, I want to share with the sisters in the group!"

Song Chen got tired of doing the questions and was lying on the table playing with his phone. When there was a message, he clicked on it, and it was his father who transferred him 1 yuan.

It is estimated that Aunt Lin told his father about the weekend.

In the past, Song Chen was happy when he received pocket money. He bought comic books and game consoles, and he finished it in a few moments.

Now they are piling up in his card to earn interest.

Song Chen found out his father in the WeChat list. The last message he sent was a month ago, and the content was to thank his father for transferring the money.

Song Chen moved his fingers, copied the last message and sent it again.

"Brother, Chen Lang fought with someone!"

Song Ling shouted suddenly holding the phone.

"Oh." Song Chen didn't care, "Did you kill him?"

Song Ling said again: "Zhou Ning is also there, they played with the tenth class and clashed."

Then I had to go and see. Song Chen and Song Ling went downstairs to the playground, and they saw a lot of people surrounding them from a distance, and many people were watching from the side.

"Why are you here?" Zhou Ning asked when he saw him.

Song Chen glanced at him, seeing that he was fine, and asked casually, "Song Ling yelled that there was a fight, what's going on?"

"I bumped into someone and started a bit of a conflict. Huang Zihao from Class [-] was biting like a dog."

Huang Zihao was on the school team. He had a bad temper and often caused troubles. He stood taller than Chen Lang. He stared at Chen Lang, but Chen Lang didn't respond. He looked elsewhere casually, and was stunned when he saw Song Chen.

"Why does that man keep staring at Chen Lang? He bumped into it?" Song Chen took out a handful of melon seeds and asked the other two, "Are you eating?"

"Why do you bring melon seeds to watch the excitement?" Zhou Ning was speechless.

"Take it easily."

Song Ling didn't take it, and was broadcasting live in the group, saying: "Is he just jealous?"

Song Chen: "Who?"

"Huang Zihao, he likes the school belle, but people ignore him at all, and give Brother Lang milk tea when he has nothing to do, and he talks bad things about Brother Lang behind his back every day."

"Tsk."

Song Chen cracked open melon seeds, and the people nearby looked at him with surprised eyes when they heard the movement. Zhou Ning had no choice but to say, "Restrain yourself, watch the excitement and be so high-profile, be careful not to get hurt."

"will not."

Song Chen didn't care, but Zhou Ning's words became a prophecy.

Chen Lang in front of him suddenly got into trouble for some reason, pulled Huang Zihao's collar down, and pinned him to the ground.

The people around were stunned, they didn't expect Chen Lang to strike first, even Jiang Yu and the others didn't react.

Moreover, Huang Zihao was as strong as a bull, but he turned out to be so unstoppable.

"it is good!"

Someone in the crowd shouted, Huang Zihao had offended too many people, but most of them couldn't touch him.

Awesome, Lango is super handsome.

Song Ling typed desperately and took photos at the risk of taking pictures.

People from Class Ten crowded around excitedly, Zhou Ning frowned, had to go over to have a look, and told Song Chen to stay away.

As soon as he turned around, Song Chen was bumped hard by the people behind, and the melon seeds in his hand scattered all over the ground.

He was standing under the basketball hoop, which was quite safe at first, but the man just bumped him into the horizontal rail of the basketball hoop, and Song Chen hit his head on the hard iron rail.

It's just buzzing.

"Brother, are you alright!? Who are you running away for?"

"Morning, wake up."

"I won't be stupid, my brother's second-grade brain is precious."

Everyone cheered and gathered around, Zhou Ning helped Song Chen stand up, "Can I go?"

"Why are there so many stars in broad daylight!"

Song Chen couldn't focus his eyes, and his whole body was spinning.

"Take him to the infirmary."

Chen Lang's unique voice came out from the crowd. At this moment, Song Chen finally reacted. He lowered his head, feeling the clear breath, and his whole body began to feel hot.

Looking forward to the taste, he staggered a few steps towards Chen Lang and grabbed his sleeve.

"It smells good, it feels so comfortable..."

The voice was very soft, only Chen Lang who was beside him heard it.

Many people knew that the relationship between the two was not good. Seeing Song Chen pulling him, the first reaction was to blackmail him?

"Brother, Chen Lang didn't hit him, let's go to the infirmary first." Song Ling supported him and explained.

Zhou Ning wanted to pull him back, but Song Chen wouldn't let him go.

"Let me do it."

Chen Lang pushed Zhou Ning's hand away, and supported Song Chen with his backhand. The two of them got very close. Song Chen searched for a comfortable scent, and jumped on Chen Lang directly.

The breath after the rain wrapped around Song Chen as if he recognized someone, making him snort in satisfaction.

The soft hair brushed against Chen Lang's chin, and sweet cream overflowed all over his body. Chen Lang froze, noticing that all the eyes of the people present were on Song Chen who was in his arms.

The rage of being coveted.

Again.

Chen Lang turned cold, and wanted to let go and throw it to Zhou Ning, but a scorching dryness surged in his body, warning him not to let go.

With his arms across the waist of the man in his arms, Chen Lang bent down and hugged Song Chen easily.

Song Ling, who witnessed the whole process, gasped in fright.

The author has something to say:

Chen Lang: How can others touch your neck, cover it up for me

Song Chen:? ? ?something wrong

Zhou·Affected by pheromones·Doubting himself as a beast·Poor Ning: I am so wronged