Differentiate into omega in the normal world

In the Chinese class, Lao Mo was reciting ancient prose passionately on the podium, and the students below listened drowsily.

The scorching afternoon of cicadas, coupled with the chattering voice, is simply the best sleep aid in the summer classroom.

Except for Song Chen.

His back is straight, his shoulder blades protrude slightly, and his back is smooth and perfect.

The school uniform was too loose, and Song Chen's shoulders and back looked particularly thin when worn on Song Chen's body, and his waist was even more slender and weak.

Visible pinch marks can be left behind.

"Chen Lang!" Lao Mo suddenly shouted, "What's the previous sentence of Zhakong Mingxi Suliuguang?"

Chen Lang withdrew his ruthless gaze, stood up, and watched Song Chen in the front seat heaved a sigh of relief, his shoulders slumped.

He was amused in his heart, and the corners of his lips curled into a smile.

Lao Mo looked even more annoyed, "What are you laughing at! It's useless to laugh at me, I'm just in a daze in class, I'm dreaming."

Chen Lang raised his eyes, and answered, "No, the last sentence was Gui Zhao Xi Lan Pao."

Old Mo: "Recite this paragraph."

Chen Lang started to recite without any haste, and the sentence was correct. Lao Mo nodded with satisfaction, in a good mood, "Recite it backwards again."

Chen Lang: "..."

Can't afford it, Lao Mo.

Lao Mo coughed, and said solemnly: "Okay, sit down, you have to listen carefully in class if your grades are good, you are not long before the third year of high school. There is also a blackboard in front of the classroom, Song Chen who is not in front of you, get down Don't stare at people next time."

As soon as the words fell, the people who were still drowsy just now regained their energy and looked at them with curious and excited eyes.

stare!

The amount of information is huge.

Song Chen lowered his head to read the book as if nothing had happened, pretending that it had nothing to do with him, but Chen Lang lazily answered and sat down when he knew it. He lowered his eyes and saw that the back of Song Chen's neck was red again.

It's a pity that the most attractive place is covered by a band-aid.

After class, Song Chen ignored Chen Lang and went to find Zhou Ning. Song Ling, who was full of question marks, couldn't find anyone to gossip, so she could only go crazy in the group.

Close contact is all sugar!

Nibbling.

"Why did you switch positions with Chen Lang?!"

"Didn't you agree?" Zhou Ning asked him back.

Song Chen was taken aback, when?

Zhou Ning curled his lips, "Chen Lang said that sitting close to you is good for you, and you agreed. How can he help you? Why can't I sit behind you? He has to be the one. Where did he grow up?" Is it different?"

Zhou Ning expressed his curiosity, and he was quite angry when Chen Lang told him to change seats.

Why?

Change as you say, but think about the previous few times, hesitate a few times or give up arguing.

Since Chen Lang can help, let Chen Lang come, so as not to send him to find Chen Lang again.

It's useless to be angry, I can't stop it.

What's more, he suddenly found out that Chen Lang was quite a nice person, so he took the initiative to tell him about Xiao Yuan.

In Zhou Ning's heart, he suddenly changed from a classmate to a good brother.

Since they are brothers, it's fine for Song Chen to let him take care of him.

After Zhou Ning mentioned it, Song Chen vaguely remembered that there was such a thing.

It was Chen Lang's condition for agreeing to help at that time, but he ignored it. At that time, his eyes were full of the word promise.

Well, he really agreed.

Song Chen was in a bad mood for an instant, and didn't want to go back to his seat, so he lingered at Zhou Ning's place.

Zhou Ning didn't see his reluctance, but was still curious about why.

"You can't do this, otherwise I'd better take you to the hospital for an examination, or tell me what Chen Lang did? I..."

Before he finished speaking, Song Chen ruthlessly interrupted, "Class is about to begin."

Turn around and leave.

It is impossible to speak.

no way.

Before he sat down, he met Chen Lang with a smile that was not a smile, and looked at him with his chin propped on one hand. The summer school uniform could not cover his neck at all, so the traces left by Song Chen were very obvious.

Song Chen couldn't look at him, and really didn't want to pay attention to him, but he still couldn't help turning his head and poking his arm, lowering his voice, "Can't you just cover up the... on your neck?"

It's too blatant, I'm not afraid of being caught by the dean for violating the school spirit and discipline.

Chen Lang touched his neck and asked intentionally, "What's on the neck?"

Song Chen: "You are blind."

Chen Lang: "I'm not blind, but how can I cover it with a bandage? Besides, whoever made it is responsible. I provided the band-aid on the back of your neck."

Song Chen covered the back of his neck, it was indeed Chen Lang who posted it for him.

He tried to reason with Chen Lang, "Then you can't just show it like this, and... you still look like a student!"

"Well, you're right." Chen Lang suppressed a smile, "Then what do you say, I'll listen to you."

Song Chen was silent, and there was nothing he could do.

He can't be allowed to wear a high collar in the summer, humiliation is minor, and heat stroke is major.

Putting a plaster on is also unrealistic. I have never seen a plaster around the neck.

After much deliberation, I couldn't come up with a good solution.

At this time, the class bell rang, and Song Chen turned back in confusion.

Immediately afterwards, the feeling of being on the back came again.

day!

Can you stop staring!

Song Chen was restless, and the teacher didn't hear clearly where he explained.

Seeing him like this, Song Ling next to him said, "Brother, go to the bathroom as soon as you want. Holding it in is not good for your health."

Song Chen exhaled, "I didn't hold back."

He calmly tore off a page and wrote a few words, folded it a few times, leaned back, and threw it into the back seat.

Chen Lang opened it and saw a few large characters written on it:

What a fart! ! !

The three exclamation marks with increasing intensity represented Song Chen's anger.

Even the last dot tore through the paper.

The smile in his eyes deepened, Chen Lang folded the piece of paper and put it in the book, and also tore off a page, wrote it down and threw it in the front seat.

Song Chen opened it and glanced at the contents: The back of your neck is red again, just like that day.

Immediately crumpled it up and stuffed it in a drawer.

Chen Lang, who was sitting in the back seat, saw that the back of his neck was getting redder, and even the roots of his ears were turning red.

Chen Lang smiled even wider.

Tang Muwu, who witnessed everything beside him, "..."

Is the communication method of the top students usually bickering and passing small notes in private?

Song Chen went home by car alone after school, and Zhou Ning didn't dare to ride in the same car with him recently.

He was holding a mobile phone and posting for help.

How can I cover bite marks and hickeys on my neck?very urgent!

[Bite and kiss?I'm fucking sore. 】

[Why do I need to cover it up? Of course, I wear a low-cut dress, expose my neck, and tell them I have a boyfriend! 】

[I want to know what kind of bite marks and hickey marks, I have a lot of traffic, so I'm not afraid! 】

[Why is it so popular to lure dogs in before killing them? 】

……

Why is there no reliable answer.

Song Chen put down his phone, looked out the window and sighed, when he suddenly saw a familiar figure turning into the alley.

"Uncle Wang, stop for a moment."

The car stopped at the sound, and Uncle Wang asked suspiciously, "Did you forget something at school?"

Song Chen poked his head out of the car window to look.

Why is Chen Lang here? Who is that person next to him?What are they doing there? Isn't it a dead end there?

He was full of doubts and couldn't figure out why, Song Chen was a little concerned, and no one came out after waiting for a few minutes.

"Chenchen?" Uncle Wang urged him, if the car stopped, he would be photographed.

"It's alright, let's go."

Song Chen closed the car window, ignoring the little discomfort in his heart.

Forget it, it's none of his business.

Chen Lang loves to be with whoever he is with.

He raised his hand to touch the back of his neck, and it still hurt a little.Song Chen muttered, "It's too harsh to be a fool."

But he didn't bite lightly.

Song Chen's eyes were bright, and his smiling face was reflected from the car window.

He turned on his phone and continued to read the replies to the post, and finally found a slightly more reliable answer, but the props were a bit difficult to get, and he had to think of a way.

The next day Song Chen put his things in his schoolbag and took them to school. He came early and there were not many people in the classroom.

Putting down his schoolbag, he saw that Chen Lang's desk was a lot farther forward, and his own space was probably just enough for a chair.

No wonder it was getting more and more crowded yesterday.

Song Chen directly pushed his desk back. In order not to arouse suspicion, he even pushed back Tang Muwu's desk next to him.

Completely widen the distance between them.

"Song Chen, someone is looking for you outside."

Just as I sat down and took out my English vocabulary book to memorize, someone yelled into the classroom.

Song Chen scratched his face as he walked, he didn't know anyone from other classes, who would look for him in the morning.

After going out to see, Song Chen was stunned for a moment, "You..."

The man raised his face, his face was blue and purple, as if he had been beaten.

It was the person who was in the third year of high school that day.

Song Chen's expression suddenly turned ugly, and he said angrily, "Why are you looking for me?"

He kindly didn't tell the so-called similar things about this person, yet he dared to find him.

"Sorry, I was wrong that day."

To Song Chen's surprise, the man bowed down and apologized directly to Song Chen without saying anything else.

"I know I was wrong, and I have made a serious mistake, and I will never come to you again." He begged with a bitter face, "For the sake of my college entrance examination soon, please let me go, I am really I know I was wrong."

Song Chen pursed his lips, looking at his bruised face, he felt a sense in his heart.

Seeing that he didn't speak, the man apologized again and again.

Song Chen didn't let him stop until he got tired of listening, "Okay, don't let me see you again."

"No more." He turned and hurried away, his posture was a little strange.

Back in the classroom, Song Chen continued to recite vocabulary. People entered the classroom one after another. There was the sound of chairs being dragged at the back door, and the familiar after-rain breath wafted towards Song Chen with ease.

After thinking about reciting words, Song Chen took two breaths in silence, and the back of his neck was slightly hot, as if he sensed Chen Lang's arrival.

Immediately after something was against his chair, Song Chen glanced back from the corner of his eye.

day.

Why did this idiot, Chen Lang, push the table up again!

Not angry not angry.

Song Chen closed his eyes to comfort himself, moved the chair forward a little, and the table behind followed him without saying a word.

Song Chen turned around and gritted his teeth, "Is it interesting?"

Chen Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled back, "Yes."

Just as he was about to get up angrily, the bell for class rang, and Song Chen had no choice but to turn back.

Persisting through one or two classes and finally ushering in the big break, Song Chen grabbed his things and put them in his pockets, then went to ask the teacher for leave.

He looked around in the classroom and found Chen Lang standing in the queue going downstairs.

Walking over, he secretly kicked him, "You want to go down to do exercises, aren't you hypotensive?"

Chen Lang took out a milk candy and chewed it in his mouth, "You care about me so much, eat..."

Song Chen was too lazy to listen to what he said, so he pulled him out by pulling his clothes, hesitated at the door of the classroom, and turned into the toilet after thinking about it.

few people.