Differentiate into omega in the normal world

Song Chen came out of the office just in time for Chen Lang to hand in his review. Song Chen glanced at the thick sheets and saw that the handwriting was correct and strong, but it was a bit worse than his own.

There were so many people in the classroom, he couldn't bear to thank him, so he lingered in the corridor outside the office and waited.

He leaned against the corridor wall in boredom, his back bent slightly, the ironed shirt perfectly outlined the boy's tough back line, the hem of his clothes was lifted by the wind, and the soft and slender waist was caught off guard. In Chen Lang's eyes.

Chen Lang drooped his eyelids, itching to smoke.

"Chen Lang."

Song Chen turned around and called for someone. He was very comfortable under the afternoon sun, and when he opened his mouth, he looked soft like a baby.

"I heard that you sent me to the infirmary yesterday?"

Chen Lang smiled: "It's not that I heard about it, or I gave it to me in my arms. Randomly pulling anyone is a witness. If you don't believe me, go and ask."

"Ask what? I don't deny it."

"Well, then you continue." Chen Lang leaned against him in the same posture and listened attentively.

Ever since Song Chen accepted the fact that he was second in grade, Chen Lang hadn't seen him show such aggrieved expression for a long time.

I still miss it.

"Hmm... that..." Song Chen looked around, his ears were blushing, his eyes were fixed on a pot of flowers under the opposite wall, and he said in a voice as soft as a mosquito, "Thank you."

Chen Lang: "Are you saying thank you to Hua?"

Song Chen reminded himself not to be angry, turned his head, "Thank you."

"Thank you, anyone can say it. If you want to hear it, I can speak it in three languages." Chen Lang narrowed his eyes, feeling happy.

Because he smelled his breath from Song Chen, he couldn't tell what it was, but it made him extremely satisfied.

Chen Lang tapped his bony fingers slowly on the railing, thoughtfully.

Why is it only Song Chen?

The body has experienced strange sensations more than once because of Song Chen.

He was obsessed with wanting to hug Song Chen that time in the infirmary. He also wanted to hug Song Chen on the basketball court yesterday. Seeing him whispering to Zhou Ning, he couldn't suppress his irritable emotions at all, and shot Huang Zihao before he could control it.

And now, when Song Chen smelled the so-called own breath, he felt comfortable all over.

"Just send me to the infirmary, you still want me to send you a pennant?"

I don't even think about why he was hit by someone!

"It's not a gift, it's a hug." Chen Lang emphasized with a smile, "You don't know how heavy you are?"

No matter how heavy I am, I'm lighter than you anyway.

Song Chen took a deep breath, raised his eyes and stared at him, his light brown pupils were shining brightly in the sunlight, pure and beautiful, but his tone was fierce.

"Why don't we go to the playground now, and I'll send you to the infirmary, so we're even?"

"Can you hug me?" Chen Lang glanced at his small body.

"deliver!"

Song Chen was out of breath, and the excited sweet smell of milk blew out. Chen Lang quickened his breathing and stared at Song Chen.

This is the smell.

Sure enough, he had problems too.

"Forget it, whether you want to listen or not, I've thanked you anyway." Song Chen didn't bother to pay attention to him anymore, since this person is used to being complacent in front of him when he has some advantage.

What dog temper.

Up to now, I have come to show off my ranking every time.

"Okay, don't tease you, just buy me a cup of milk tea tomorrow. It needs to be covered with milk, but no pearls."

The restless blood seemed to be running rampant in his body. Chen Lang was afraid that he would not be able to resist doing something if he stayed any longer, so he took a few steps ahead, then turned around and asked Song Chen, "You have my coat."

"Ah, what coat?" Song Chen panicked.

He said he was detained, but he lacked confidence in front of his master.

"Didn't Zhou Ning tell you, the coat you wore yesterday is mine."

"Tell me, it seems that I took it home."

"You are so virtuous and want to wash my coat." Chen Lang calmly inhaled the sticky sweetness of milk in the air, suppressing his laughter.

Song Chen rolled his eyes and pointed to the sky, "The blind can't see the dawn, you are daydreaming."

Chen Lang: "Bring it to me tomorrow."

Song Chen pursed his lips and didn't respond. He wanted to go back and check how much money he had, so he just said that if he lost it, he couldn't find it and could not find it.

As soon as he returned to the classroom and sat down, Zhou Ning came up from the back seat, "Why did you come in with Chen Lang? You two didn't quarrel, did you?"

Song Ling put down the pen in her hand and scolded him: "Brother, how could you quarrel with Brother Lang, but he carried you all the way that day..."

Song Chen was irritable: "Shut up, don't mention it again!"

I don't want to recall this dark history at all.

Song Ling had a strong desire to survive, so she covered her mouth, and after a few seconds, she still couldn't hold back and let go of her fingers and whispered, "Brother, don't be angry, you don't know how much the girls in the school envy you now!"

Song Chen snorted, envious of the hammer.

"Don't pay attention to her." Zhou Ning pushed the person away and asked, "Did you bring your coat?"

Zhou Ning recalled last night before going to bed. According to his understanding, how could Song Chen be so good-tempered and take the initiative to return the coat.

Mostly fraudulent.

Sure enough, I heard a sentence, "lost."

The old father, who was still kind yesterday, was instantly heartbroken.

"I knew I wouldn't give it to you yesterday, Chen Chen, even if I lost him a coat, no one would have amnesia and forget what happened yesterday."

"What coat?" Song Ling was full of curiosity.

Song Chen took out a homework book and shook it in front of Zhou Ning's eyes, "One more thing, don't even think about copying it this semester."

Those who know the homework are Junjie.

Zhou Ning immediately behaved well, and the dog leg said that it was nothing to lose one thing, and it was okay to lose seven or eight things to him.

Only Song Ling was still asking: What coat?

Unfortunately, when the class bell rang, she scratched her head and couldn't sit still, trying to write a small note to her deskmate.

What kind of coat is it?

"My parents won't be here tonight, let's go to your house for a meal." Zhou Ning put one hand on Song Chen's shoulder, and carried his schoolbag with the other.

The two families were close, Zhou Ning often came to visit, Song Chen didn't say anything, just bowed his head and sent a message to Aunt Lin to tell her.

Chen Lang's tall figure at the back door of the classroom blocked most of it, his gaze shifted from Song Chen's fair face to his shoulders, and then to Zhou Ning's dark eyes.

Zhou Ning smiled at him friendly, "Let's go."

Chen Lang took a step back, watching Zhou Ning push him out with one hand on Song Chen's shoulder, and said as he walked, "Don't be so arrogant, we're still in school, put your phone away."

Anyone can tell that they are good friends.

However, Chen Lang's face darkened, his eyelids drooped, showing anger.

He called, "Song Chen."

Song Chen stopped in his tracks, but Zhou Ning looked over suspiciously, put his shoulders and turned the man around, "Calling you, Chen."

"what?"

Song Chen really didn't want to start a conversation with Chen Lang, especially when there were people around them secretly staring at them.

What are you excited about?

"It's nothing." Chen Lang looked from the hand on his shoulder to Song Chen's impatient face, and said intentionally, "Don't forget my milk tea tomorrow."

The voice was not loud, just enough for the few people present to hear, Song Chen gave him a glare, turned and left.

Zhou Ning kept arguing in his ear, "Milk tea? What kind of milk tea? Is there any for me? Chen, you can't be partial!"

Chen Lang curled his lips and smiled.

"Brother Lang, can you play ball before leaving?" Jiang Yu came over and patted him on the shoulder.

Chen Lang said, "No."

He lifted his foot to leave, followed Song Chen and the two of them inexplicably in the crowd, and watched them get into the car that came to pick them up one after another.

When the shadow of the car disappeared, Chen Lang pinched the bridge of his nose with a headache.

Dazed.

Zhou Ning spent a meal at his house in the evening, and then clamored to play games, forcing Song Chen to play games.

"Just play one round and finish your homework." Song Chen, who only cared about his homework, kicked him.

"Go, go, go."

Zhou Ning sent invitations to the boys in the class, and soon formed four of them.

Although Song Chen can draw inferences about studies, he doesn't know anything about games. He belongs to the type of students who are scolded by teammates for random matching.

So when I came up, I parachuted with Zhou Ning, and when I landed, I wandered around him, no matter whether it was good or bad, I picked it up.

When someone came, Zhou Ning said: "You go into the house."

Song Chen: "Okay."

When the gunshots stopped, Song Chen wandered out and continued to follow.

While driving into the circle, Song Chen opened a carton of milk to suck. Zhou Ning subconsciously held his breath when he smelled the milk, and said, "Give me a bottle."

Song Chen opened it up to him, scratched his face and looked at the screen.

He played this game like a single player, he could hardly see anyone after a game, either the opponent was killed by Zhou Ning first, or he died first.

Not having fun.

A bullet mark appeared on the mini-map, and he fell directly on the ground, bumping into the people around him, "Someone hit me!"

Zhou Ning: "Wait, you hide, I'll come right away."

Song Chen controlled the man to crawl back, and heard a few gunshots behind him, and there was a box with green light not far away.

Zhou Ning was surprised, "Did you hit it?"

"No."

Song Chen stood up, and automatically picked up the bandage, energy bottle and third-level head thrown by No. 3 who helped him hit someone.

"Who is No. 3?"

Zhou Ning glanced at the id, was silent for a second, and said, "Our class."

Nonsense, I also know this, Song Chen understands that Zhou Ning's team is all acquaintances.

Song Chen still wanted to ask, but shrinks the circle again. Zhou Ning greeted him to get in the car. After thinking about it, Song Chen turned on the microphone and said, "Thank you."

Zhou Ning hissed and fidgeted, "I didn't hear it."

baffling.

Song Chen kicked him, not to tell you what's wrong.

After half a minute, there was a lazy response from No. 3, "Yeah."

Low and long.

Song Chen scratched his face, it sounded nice.

Does anyone in their class have this voice?

At the end of the round, Zhou Ning wanted to fight again, but Song Chen ignored him and went back to the room with his bag.

When he reached the stairs, he suddenly remembered that Chen Lang's coat was still in the room, so he stopped.

"Why did you stop all of a sudden?"

Song Chen went downstairs without saying a word, "The air in the living room is good, let's write in the living room."

Zhou Ning: "???"

When Zhou Ning was leaving, he happened to meet Song Chen's mother coming back at the door. Ms. Ruan Ruan had a cool demeanor, a delicate face, and was very beautiful.

Song Chen looked after her, but with a little more youthful innocence and casualness. He called his mother in surprise, and Zhou Ning could see that he was very happy.

"Morning, I'll go first, see you, Auntie."

After the door closed, Ruan Ruan looked tired, and glanced at Song Chen who was standing in the entrance, "Have you had dinner yet?"

"have eaten."

Song Chen followed her and hadn't seen each other for many days. He wanted to say a lot in his heart, but he didn't know how to say it.

He never communicated with his parents as much as he did with Aunt Lin.

"Do you have something to say?" Ruan Ruan noticed him and asked.

Song Chen shook his head, "Is mom at home tomorrow?"

"No, I'm coming back to sleep. I have surgery tomorrow." Ruan Ruan walked up the steps, turned around after a few steps, and rubbed Song Chen's head. A faint smile appeared on his cold and tired face, "Go by yourself." Let's play."

Song Chen was a little surprised, but couldn't hide his disappointment, "Okay."

At dusk, Song Chen turned on the light in the bedroom, and saw Chen Lang's black coat hanging on the hanger at a glance.

Song Chen subconsciously thought about how Chen Lang would look in this coat.

Thinking of Chen Lang, he also remembered that he had to buy milk tea for him tomorrow, and he was suddenly upset.

"Silly batch."

Song Chen buried himself in his jacket and took a deep breath, expecting the breath after the rain to soothe his emotions.

however--

Gone!

Song Chen looked flustered, turned his coat over and over and sniffed it several times like an idiot, but he didn't smell any familiar smell.

day!

The shelf life is too short.

The author has something to say:

Song Chen: The coat is smelly!

Chen Lang opened his hand: Come into my arms

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