Differentiate into omega in the normal world

It will be Christmas soon, but it is a pity that they do not have a holiday, and they still have to sit in the classroom honestly and attend class.

The evening self-study teacher has something to go out, and no one is watching for the time being, most of them are still doing their homework, but the sound of pleasant chatting gradually resounds.

Song Ling and Tang Muwu in front are discussing the new animation.

Chen Lang was spinning the pen with one hand, and played with Song Chen's finger with the other. Seeing that he was staring at the test paper without any response, he bent down and touched Song Chen's fingertip, and even bit it lightly.

"Have you finished writing?" Song Chen still couldn't get used to his behavior of taking advantage of him from time to time, and pulled out his finger, "Restrain yourself."

Chen Lang grabbed his hand back in his palm and said, "No one will see it."

"Who said that, the last time the old class suddenly appeared at the back door, I was almost scared to death."

Chen Lang smiled. It was purely an accident. He usually locked the back door, but that time Song Chen forgot to lock it when he came back from the toilet. He was giving a lecture to Song Chen at that time. , the thick eyelashes blinked constantly, and from time to time, she raised her shallow eyes to look at him.

He obviously didn't say anything, but Chen Lang was very itchy.

He scolded himself in his heart, whether he couldn't hold back and leaned forward to kiss him.

As soon as he saw him move, Song Chen knew what he was going to do. Although he was in the classroom, Song Chen didn't refuse. Instead, he raised his face and agreed to Chen Lang's behavior.

Just when they were about to meet, the back door was suddenly opened, and Zhou Xue walked in with a serious face, "There are not enough test papers, right, there is still time to chat."

She went straight in, not noticing that Chen Lang next to him was pushed away vigorously, and his shoulder hit the cold wall heavily.

"..." Chen Lang raised his hand and rubbed his shoulders, silently raised two fingers at Song Chen, and raised his eyebrows.

It pushed me away the second time.

Song Chen lowered his head and scribbled down a few words, handing them to Chen Lang.

Slightly slightly.

Song Chen still has lingering fears when he thinks about it. At that time, Zhou Xue could see what they were doing as long as he moved his gaze down a little.

"It's okay, I locked the door." Chen Lang rubbed his slender fingers under the table.

"No." Song Chen coldly refused and changed the subject, "Do you like strawberries?"

Tomorrow is the weekend and also Chen Lang's birthday. The ingredients for the cake are all ready, and they are waiting for Song Chen to show off his skills. He wants to put strawberries on it, which looks good and delicious, so he asks Chen Lang if he wants to eat it.

"It's okay." The topic changed abruptly, but Chen Lang still answered.

When the get out of class bell rang, Song Chen simply turned to him and asked, "What about Little Tomato?"

Chen Lang: "Want to eat fruit?"

"No, I'm asking you."

"Oh, I see." Chen Lang raised the corners of his lips, "Chenchen wants to buy it and feed it to me."

Song Chen: "..."

You are dreaming.

"I think mangoes are the best!" Song Ling said back.

"Learn about durian." Tang Muwu also said.

"vomit."

Just as he was talking, the classroom suddenly darkened. From a distance, the lights of other classes were still on outside the window, only his class was plunged into darkness, and several exclamations sounded from time to time.

Someone turned on the flashlight on the phone at the door, held it up and shook it left and right, shouting excitedly: "merryChristmas!"

"Merry Christmas!"

"Damn, I thought I didn't need to study late because of a power outage, so I was happy for nothing."

"I just thought of the key points in mathematics, and you scared me away."

I don't know who turned on the external speaker to sing Christmas songs. A few beams of flashlights kept flickering, and the classroom was in chaos. .”

When I went back, I also turned off the lights in my class.

For a while, several classrooms on this floor were darkened, and I really couldn't see my fingers.

Only Song Chen frowned, not very used to the dark environment, but everyone has been suppressed by the review for a long time recently, and they were in high spirits, and no one called to turn on the lights for a while.

His body moved a little to the side, trying to get closer to Chen Lang.

Just moved a little, the arm was grabbed and pulled over.

Leaning on Chen Lang, Chen Lang whispered in his ear, "Don't be afraid."

On the night of the power outage during the typhoon, Chen Lang realized that Song Chen was afraid of the dark.

"I'm not afraid." Song Chen retorted.

Sitting up straight, trying to stay away from Chen Lang, he was hugged by his waist again.

"En." Chen Lang replied from his nose, "Chenchen is not afraid, it is I who is afraid, Chenchen hug me."

Chen Lang spoke fear without guilt, raised Song Chen's chin with one hand, lowered his head slightly, and pressed his warm touch against Song Chen's lips.

It wasn't the first time they had kissed in the classroom, but it was the first time it had been that deep.

The classroom was noisy and chaotic, with a few beams of light flashing across the darkness, maybe someone would see them kissing.

Song Chen's heart was almost in his throat, he pushed Chen Lang a few times, pressed against him, trying to let him get out of his mouth.

A little smile escaped from Chen Lang's throat, and he licked it gently and forcefully outside.

The breath after the rain diffused in between breaths, and was sent into Song Chen's mouth through a shallow gap.

Song Chen was almost out of breath, and the breath after the rain lingered in his mouth for a long time, almost drowning Song Chen.

After an unknown amount of time, Chen Lang finally let go of him, kissed Song Chen's hot and red ear, and said, "Thank you, Chenchen, for comforting me."

Then back away, and then the class bell rang, the lights were bright, and everyone returned to their seats with unfinished thoughts.

The sudden brightness made Song Chen close his eyes, and he lowered his head on the table, covering his flushed cheeks.

His hand stretched out from below and squeezed the flesh on Chen Lang's arm, "If you want to get fired, just say so, don't take me."

The classroom is full of people who dare to be in heat.

He tilted his head and glared at Chen Lang, but unfortunately the corners of his eyes were still wet, and he had no deterrent effect at all.

On the contrary, it made Chen Lang more daring, but he knew that if he provoked it again, he would be really angry, so he said in a low voice, "Chen Chen is so fragrant, I can't hold back."

"You have no time to hold back!"

Chen Lang smiled slightly, accepted it frankly, and did not rectify it.

After school, Song Chen watched him help him pack his things, threw a test paper for him to put in, and said, "There's still this one, by the way tomorrow?"

Chen Lang folded the test paper and put it in his schoolbag, his face was a little downcast, "What's wrong tomorrow?"

It's boring to say it, Song Chen shook his head, didn't notice that Chen Lang's expression was wrong, took the schoolbag and threw it on his shoulder, and strode out of the classroom, followed closely by Chen Lang.

Song Chen got up early on Saturday morning to start work, and Aunt Lin watched anxiously, fearing that he would forget about the cake if it wasn't ready, and bumped herself.

"Don't put too much sugar, or it will be very greasy."

"No, he likes sweet things." Song Chen said, adding another spoonful of sugar.

After the cake was baked, Song Chen spread buttercream on it, seeing how Aunt Lin smoothed it out a few times, but when Song Chen did it himself, it wouldn't be smooth at all.

"I'll do it." Aunt Lin said with a smile.

Song Chen shy away, scratching his face, "I succeeded last week."

After finishing, Song Chen carefully packed it, including ribbons.He took the prepared watch and reported the location of Chen Lang's house all the way to the car.

Uncle Wang was very impressed with his address, because Song Chen almost went here whenever he went out during this time.

He glanced at the cake in Song Chen's hand, hesitated a few times and started the car without saying anything.

"Uncle Wang, go back first, and pick me up tomorrow."

"Do you want to stay at a friend's house tonight?" Uncle Wang asked.

"Yeah." Song Chen nodded, with a faint smile on his face, "I told my aunt about it."

In order to surprise Chen Lang, he didn't tell Chen Lang that he was coming today, so he knocked on the door, thinking of words while waiting for the door to open.

"Birthday……"

After a while, the door opened slowly, but the person who opened the door was not Chen Lang. Song Chen paused with a smile, and swallowed the rest of the sentence.

"Grandma, you are at home." Song Chen subconsciously hid the cake box behind him, as if his puppy love had been caught, he glanced into the room, and said restrainedly, "Can I call Chen Lang?"

"He's not in now."

After saying that, he slammed the door shut, and Song Chen took a step back in shock.

It's still so fierce, no wonder Chen Qian is so scared every time he comes.

The strange thing is that Song Chen didn't come to Chen Lang's house too often. Several times when his grandmother was at home, when he said hello, his grandmother would nod her head to indicate that she heard.

Why did he suddenly become so fierce this time, even if Chen Lang wasn't at home, it wouldn't be like this.

Song Chen was suspicious, but he didn't continue to knock on the door. He stood at the door and waited for Chen Lang to come back.

Maybe he had something to do when he went out. It was almost noon and Chen Lang would definitely have to go home and cook.

However, no one came back until twelve o'clock. Instead, the residents upstairs and downstairs kept looking at this strange boy.

Song Chen ran out of patience.

Surprise or not, Chen Lang himself didn't want it.

He took out his mobile phone and dialed Chen Lang's number.

"The user you dialed has no answer..."

Called a few more times, still no answer.

"Day, where did this idiot go, don't you know it's my birthday today!"

Song Chen lost his temper in an instant, and secretly prepared for several weeks by himself, waking up early in the morning and working hard just to surprise him.

As a result, he was turned away and didn't even answer the phone!

After stopping for a few minutes, he tried to call Chen Lang again, but no one answered without exception.

It won't happen, will it?

While angry, Song Chen was a little worried. Since their relationship, they rarely lost contact. Chen Lang almost never replied to his message late, nor did he not answer the phone.

Could it be what happened to the Chen family?

Thinking of this, Song Chen quickly ran downstairs and knocked on Jiang Yu's door.

"Here it is, who is it?" Jiang Yu came out in her pajamas and opened it, and was surprised to see Song Chen, "Why is it you?"

With a glance, he saw the box in Song Chen's hand.

"Do you know where Chen Lang went?" Song Chen asked him.

Jiang Yu raised his eyes subconsciously, "Brother Lang is not here, maybe he went out, I don't know."

Song Chen looked at him suspiciously, "You really don't know?"

Jiang Yu nodded repeatedly, and then saw Song Chen walking upstairs, and couldn't help shouting, "You're not going home."

"I'll go upstairs and wait for him."

"Brother Lang didn't come back so early."

Song Chen turned his head and stared at Jiang Yu, "You know where he went!"

Very sure tone.

Jiang Yu turned around and twitched her mouth. She couldn't think of words, so she sighed and said, "Brother Lang went to the cemetery to see his mother."

Song Chen opened his mouth in surprise, "But today isn't..." His birthday?

Jiang Yu nodded, glanced at the box in Song Chen's hand, and said, "Today is Brother Lang's birthday, and it's also Auntie's memorial day."

Song Chen couldn't speak for a moment, feeling like a needle was being pricked in his heart, and it hurt so finely.

He never asked Chen Lang about family affairs, but judging from the attitudes of Chen Xi and his grandmother, it must be not a good thing.

Seeing that his expression was wrong, Jiang Yu quickly relieved, "Don't worry, Brother Lang just went to talk to Auntie, and he will be back later, why don't you come to my house and have lunch?"

It gets dark very early in winter, and when Chen Lang came back, the street lights were on, and he could still smell the aroma of food when he passed the windows of other people's houses.

It wasn't snowing outside, but Chen Lang's face was turned pale by the cold wind, his side face was tense, his lines were cold and hard, his brows were slightly furrowed, and he didn't open it until he went upstairs.

Jiang Yu heard the sound of the car and came out to wait for him, "I'm back."

Chen Lang glanced at him silently, his voice was very hoarse, "What's the matter?"

Jiang Yu: "Song Chen is here, wait upstairs...I haven't finished yet."

Anxious footsteps sounded in the quiet corridor, and the dim sensor light above his head was on. Chen Lang saw a person squatting at the door of his house, hugging his knees into a ball, and there was a box at his feet.

Chen Lang exhaled cold air, stood still, and Song Chen, who was full of milk fragrance, threw himself into his arms, raised his head and glared at him fiercely, but his tone was aggrieved.

"Why did you just come back?"