Differentiate into omega in the normal world

If I send you a book, I won't send you poetry

I want to give you a book about plants, about crops

Tell you the difference between rice and weeds

tell you a tares

spring of fear

——Yu Xiuhua "I Love You"

"...Chenchen, did you hear that?"

On the other end of the phone, Chen Lang read poetry in a low voice, his voice was hoarse and affectionate, completely different from Chen Lang who always had a cold face.

And Song Chen was completely frightened, his ears were buzzing, but there was a weird feeling of taking it for granted in his heart.

"..." He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't make a sound.

Recalling the past few days with Chen Lang, I suddenly realized that the pattern between them had already deviated from the track.

No pair of classmates or friends get along like they do.

The air conditioner in the room was turned on at 19 degrees, but Song Chen's face was scorching hot.

"Chenchen," Chen Lang waited for him to be silent, then called again patiently.

Song Chen was startled, and immediately hung up the phone, the disturbing voice finally disappeared.

They didn't contact each other until the start of school, but they were at the front and back desks, and they couldn't see each other when they looked up, and they could see each other when they turned their heads slightly.

Song Chen has been troubled by this for a long time, and hesitated whether to ask the teacher to change seats, but since the beginning of school, Chen Lang has not taken the initiative to look for him, nor have he spoken to him.

It should have been something to be thankful for, but Song Chen was suddenly unhappy again.

Playing tricks?

If he hadn't returned home and found that the two books were still there, he would have doubted whether Chen Lang had confessed.

Forget it.

Just entering the school is a preliminary test, and the students at the bottom sighed.

"I'm not even ready!"

"Taking exams at the beginning of school is too inhumane. Who made the rules?"

Zhou Xue watched them pretend to cry with a smile, "What you want is that you are not ready, let's see if you have forgotten everything in the past summer vacation."

"By the way, remember to bring your summer homework to my office when the school committee finishes."

The class fell silent, and Zhou Xue smiled kindly, "I'll give you a morning."

After class, Zhou Ning took Song Ling's seat and wrote hard there.

Song Ling: "Come on, come on!"

Zhou Ning had a headache, "Stop howling."

Song Ling stared, "Are you angry with me? I'll tell Xiao Yuan."

During the resort, the two girls formed a deep friendship, Zhou Ning smirked, "You continue."

Song Ling couldn't help but smile, but when she glanced out of the corner of her eye, she saw Song Chen staring at Zhou Ning in a daze, without moving.

She couldn't help but look at Chen Lang at the back, and saw that he was writing his questions with his head down, without paying any attention to Song Chen.

Something's wrong, they had a fight?

"Zhou Ning." Just as he was thinking, he heard Song Chen shout.

"What's the matter?" Zhou Ning asked without raising his head.

"It's okay." Song Chen licked his lips, hesitated for a moment but didn't ask, and turned to draw on the paper.

So annoying.

Song Chen was assigned to the first class for the preliminary exam. He entered the exam room early, instead of looking at the questions like before, he played with the eraser restlessly.

The back door was opened with a slam, and Chen Lang came striding forward with a backpack on one shoulder, his brows were stern and sharp, Song Chen panicked, failed to catch the falling rubber, and rolled several times on the ground.

He was about to pick it up, but a slender hand picked it up before him, and put it in his palm. The warm fingertips brushed against Song Chen's palm, feeling scorching hot.

"Be careful." Chen Lang lowered his eyes.

"Oh, thanks..."

Song Chen muttered, Chen Lang suddenly bent down and approached his ear, "Chenchen, don't make me wait too long."

Song Chen stared at him wide-eyed, Chen Lang straightened up, returned to his indifferent appearance, walked to his seat and sat down.

The bell rang, and the invigilator came in with the test paper, Song Chen had to withdraw his thoughts.

Resting in the classroom at noon, Zhou Ning hugged his notes and muttered in a low voice.

"The rankings of this exam are going to be announced on the campus network. I'm so fucking convinced. Is there no human rights in the third year of high school?"

There were still people sleeping in the class, so he spoke in a low voice. Song Chen glanced at him, "You don't care."

Zhou Ning said angrily: "If Xiao Yuan hadn't been admitted to our school, I wouldn't care if it's public or not."

He still has face in front of his sweetheart.

He talked a lot about Xiao Yuan, and while reading the questions, he praised Song Chen that Xiao Yuan was admitted as No.1, and next time he will see her beautiful photo on the honor roll downstairs.

Song Chen became more silent as he listened, and suddenly asked him, "Why do you like Xiao Yuan?"

Zhou Ning was taken aback, and thought for a while, "I don't know, anyway, I am happy to see her."

Song Chen wondered if he was happy to see Chen Lang?

Well, it seems to be ok.

Would Chen Lang be happy to see him?Thinking of what Chen Lang said when he was drunk, Song Chen clenched his chin and concluded that Chen Lang was quite happy.

Song Chen asked again: "Then do you want to kiss her, or...do something else?"

"What else?" Zhou Ning narrowed his eyes and smiled maliciously, "Chen, I can't tell, you still think about colorful things, tell me what else do you want to do?"

Song Chen slapped him, "I'm asking you seriously."

Zhou Ning laughed, "Of course I would, but...she's still young, and I'm not a beast."

He approached Song Chen and asked in a low voice, "Who is it? Is it the person you mentioned last time? What's his name?"

Song Chen silently thought about his own affairs. It seemed that he and Chen Lang often did those things. At first, it was because of physical problems. But they are getting closer and closer, and they have already exceeded the limit of helping.

What's even more strange is that he also acquiesced.

What if it wasn't Chen Lang?

Looking back at Chen Lang who was sleeping on the table, Song Chen pulled Zhou Ning's sleeve, "Zhou Ning, can you..."

"Huh? What can I do?" Zhou Ning rarely saw Song Chen hesitating.

"Can you kiss me?" The words behind her were so soft that they could hardly be heard.

But Zhou Ning was still so frightened that he dropped all the notes in his hand.

Zhou Ning: "!!!"

Zhou Ning: "What did you say?"

"I……"

Before Song Chen had time to speak, Chen Lang in the back seat suddenly stood up, and the chair made a loud noise across the ground. He grabbed Song Chen's arm and walked out.

"Chen Lang, what are you doing, let Chen go." Zhou Ning frowned and reached out to stop him.

Chen Lang waved his hand away, and said with a cold face, "Family matters."

Zhou Ning in the classroom was full of question marks.

Zhou Ning: "???"

Chen Lang dragged him all the way to the corner of the corridor, where the sun couldn't even shine in, and it was very dark even in the daytime.

Song Chen pursed his lips and didn't dare to speak, because he felt that Chen Lang seemed very angry, and even his breath after the rain seemed to be on fire.

"Song Chen, are you trying to piss me off?" Chen Lang raised his eyebrows, sharp eyebrows filled with anger.

He never expected that Song Chen would let Zhou Ning kiss him, thanks to him not really falling asleep.

Otherwise, he even has the heart to kill.

Song Chen was wronged, "I just want to verify."

Chen Lang: "Verify what? Tell me, and I will verify it for you."

Song Chen shook his head, how dare he, with Chen Lang's bawdy marriage, he would have to be bitten again.

"Do you want to verify what I did to you, and do it with another person, and try to see if you can accept it?"

Song Chen leaned against the wall and didn't speak. He actually regretted that sentence when he said it. Even if it was Zhou Ning who had the best relationship, whenever he thought of the picture of him kissing himself, Song Chen felt uncomfortable for a while, as if he had seen a ghost.

However, in Chen Lang's eyes, his silent appearance was an admission.

The hanging arms tensed into fists, Chen Lang took a deep breath and told himself to calm down.

"Song Chen, I confessed to you to let you know my heart, understand?" Chen Lang said: "The question you are thinking about should be whether you have liked me, not whether you have any of these things."

"I've never liked boys." Song Chen's tone was aggrieved. Even though few girls confessed to him, they never thought that they would like boys.

"Well, I know, I don't either." Chen Lang stared closely at Song Chen's eyes, and suddenly leaned forward to kiss him, and asked, "Do you hate it?"

Song Chen shook his head sincerely, after all, he had done things worse than this.

but……

"Maybe it's your delusion. You also know about my illness. Every time I can only get better if I get close to you, it's caused by too much contact. Otherwise, both of us should calm down?"

"Illusion?" Chen Lang sneered, touching the back of his sensitive neck with a dangerous tone, "You have also discovered that every time I bite here, you will be comfortable, and other kisses and touches are superfluous."

Song Chen's face turned pale, and the back of his neck was itchy unbearably when he touched it. He quietly pressed his hands against the cold wall to lower his temperature.

"The illusion will let me cook for you? The illusion will make me fan you even if I don't sleep?" He attached to Song Chen Honghong's ear, and he could touch his earlobe by moving his mouth, "The illusion will Let me kiss you, do that to you?"

"Stop talking." Song Chen had no choice but to retreat, covered his ears and moved aside, his light-colored eyes were foggy, and Chen Lang forced him to sweat in this shady place.

Chen Lang slowly evoked a smile, and the usually stern and reticent person suddenly softened, and it was difficult for anyone to look away.

He said calmly and firmly: "You know, you can't do without me. Your body needs me, but what should you do in a year? Will you go to the same university as me? After graduation, you also need me. Follow me into the same company? So as long as I'm tough, you have no choice but to be with me. But I don't want this, Chenchen, I want your body and your heart to need me, and you can't leave me .”

Song Chen froze in place because of his words, his eyes were half downcast, he couldn't express his pitiful energy.

This is a question that Song Chen has been evading and resisting. He is looking forward to recovering from his illness, but he is becoming more and more dependent on Chen Lang every day.

He couldn't imagine what he would do if one day Chen Lang abandoned him.

"Chen Lang..." Song Chen was really scared, the situation of being chased that day left a big shadow on him.

The look in his eyes made Chen Lang feel distressed, and he couldn't help but leaned over to touch Song Chen's lips comfortingly.

"I scared you, don't be afraid, I won't force you." Chen Lang coaxed him in a low voice, "But does Chenchen really not like me? Come to me, and the birthday party, I heard..."

"Okay, stop talking." Song Chen took another step away from him, "I'll think again, think again."

Chen Lang hummed happily, and repeated the sentence he said in the morning, "Don't make me wait too long."

He took Song Chen's hand and touched it, as if he liked touching him very much.

Song Chen withdrew his hand, a little angry, his mind was already in a mess, and Chen Lang kept harassing him.

Before, he had to beg to bite before agreeing, but now he looks like a hooligan.

How many times have you kissed in just a short while of talking?

The two went back to the classroom together, Song Chen didn't want to go with him, but Chen Lang had long legs, so he could keep up no matter what.

He heard the constant sound of cicadas outside, and suddenly said: "Chen Lang, if I didn't have this disease, would you like me?"

Chen Lang glanced at him, "No."

Song Chen choked.

Should he say it was bad luck, or that it was God's will.

Chen Lang took him by the shoulders and brought him over, "But you are already sick, this is a fact that cannot be changed. Stop thinking about meaningless things, why not think about how you like me, and give me an honorable identity to kiss you .”

Song Chen was aggrieved, "I just have to like you?"

"Yes." Chen Lang's tone was strong, and the after-rain breath on his body suddenly became stronger. Song Chen began to feel weak in his legs, and raised his eyes to stare at him fiercely.

Stop it!

It's in the corridor now, maybe someone will come out.

Chen Lang's hands fell from his shoulders to his waist, clasped his slender waist, and led him into the toilet. He leaned against the wall and looked down at Song Chen, whose arms were full of the scent of milk.

The breath after the rain made Song Chen tightly hold on to Chen Lang's clothes, sucking desperately around his neck, revealing his white and fragile nape, as if he was about to be bitten by Chen Lang.

Chen Lang lowered his head, took a sip of the milk fragrance and stopped.

"Chenchen, do you understand? As long as I have this aura on me, you will definitely like me. But I don't want to seduce you with the aura, I want you to be willing to like my aura as well as me."