Differentiate into omega in the normal world

The man knocked Song Chen away with his head down and ran out. Song Chen's back touched the corner of the podium and hissed in pain.

"Day, are you sick?"

The pain made Song Chen wake up a little bit, and he remembered who this person was.

It was Duan Xiaofeng from Class [-] who was chasing Song Ling with a steamed bun.

He was still staring at him that day.

What is he doing here?

Send a love letter?

Song Chen returned to his seat and found that the books on his seat had been flipped in a mess, and several pens had been dropped.

He glanced in the drawer on Song Ling's desk, but didn't see any love letters.

It's really impossible to chase someone without even knowing the location after co-authoring.

Song Chen covered his drowsy head cursing and picked up the pen.

If this person can catch up with Song Ling, his name, Song Chen, will be written upside down!

Before picking up the pen and clearing the table, Song Chen lay down on the table and did not move.

His mind was confused, his body felt hot, and his limbs felt limp, as if they had been soaked in water.

Again.

After covering Chen Lang's coat, he didn't have this problem for several days, thinking it was self-healing.

The result is more serious.

"So thirsty."

His throat was parched and hot, and Song Chen was gasping for breath like a patient suffering from extreme hypoxia, clutching his collar.

He raised his weak hand to pick up the cup to pour water to quench his thirst, but just as he took a step, his sore and weak arm fell down.

The cup fell to the ground and rolled a few times.

"No, I'd better see a doctor."

Song Chen thought in a daze, the dog's life is more important.

Now that she is as weak as Lin Daiyu, if she delays, the classroom will probably become a murder scene.

Even if he was arrested by a doctor to do research, he would admit it.

Dog lives matter.

He took a step forward with willpower, walking slowly while leaning on the table and chair.

The sound of the text being read aloud by the next class turned into noise that constantly irritated his eardrums.

I don't know when there is a vague smell after the rain in the air.

Faintly, captivating.

The breath after the rain, like the sweet spring in the desert, lured Song Chen, forcing him to change his route and stumble towards Chen Lang's position.

"So comfortable..."

The breath after the rain immediately embraced Song Chen and comforted him gently. He felt that the boiling blood in his body gradually calmed down, and his thirsty throat was finally watered by the rain.

Due to physical education class, Chen Lang's coat was hung on the back of the chair, and now Song Chen hugged it tightly in his arms. While his head was buried deep, he took a deep breath like an addicted smoker, and couldn't suppress it in his throat. Comfortably let out a soft whimper.

The fresh after-rain breath and the sweet milk scent blended in the air. Song Chen breathed slowly and steadily. He raised his face, the corners of his eyes were red, and his wet eyes were full of obsession.

Although Shen Si regained some clarity, Song Chen instinctively didn't want to leave this position, and didn't want to loosen the coat in his arms.

The empty classroom fueled Song Chen's courage.

He leaned on Chen Lang's coat unpreparedly, and rubbed his cheek against the coat with great nostalgia.

He closed his eyes, panting lazily, tears dripping from the comfortable corners of his eyes.

"You don't need to follow, I'll just go back and put on a band-aid."

Chen Lang turned his head and told Jiang Yu that he was wearing short sleeves, the broken hair on his forehead was wet with sweat, and his jaw was tense, which seemed particularly indifferent.

Jiang Yu looked worriedly at the back of Chen Lang's upper arm. There was a bit of abrasion and bleeding, which was caused by hitting the ball just now.

"Damn it, Huang Zihao is too stupid. He was staring at you. He must have bumped into you on purpose just now."

Chen Lang didn't speak, his eyelids drooped, hiding a bit of disgust.

Jiang Yu touched his nose, "Brother Lang, are you in a bad mood recently?"

Chen Lang frowned: "How to say?"

"Feeling." Jiang Yu guessed, "In the past, no matter how provocative Huang Zihao and the others were, you didn't bother to respond, but this time it seems... very irritable?"

Jiang Yu has been neighbors with him for several years, and they see each other every day upstairs and downstairs, and they understand Chen Lang's character to some extent.

A group of children who have been sluggish since they were young, and they clean up without doing anything, are obedient, but the parents of the other party laugh and praise them for their obedience.

For example, his mother wished to snatch Chen Lang over and make him her son.

It's just that since Chen Lang's family had an accident, he has devoted himself to his studies.

On the surface, he was still the sensible Chen Lang with good grades, but in reality he became more indifferent and didn't care about other things.

Others may not be able to see it, but Jiang Yu can really feel the changes in Chen Lang.

That's why he wondered why Chen Lang couldn't bear his temper these few times, just like last time he took the initiative to hit Huang Zihao.

Jiang Yu was surprised, but even Chen Lang himself was a little confused.

During this period of time, he obviously felt a lot of restlessness in his body, as if he had endless energy to vent.

When I put on the pants the day before yesterday, I also found that the legs of the trousers were a little short.

He seems to have grown taller.

But there was no way to talk about these changes, Chen Lang patted Jiang Yu on the shoulder and said, "I'm thinking too much, I'll go back to the classroom first."

Jiang Yu nodded, "Okay, remember to clean the wound."

When Chen Lang got close to the teaching building, he smelled the familiar scent of milk. He was slightly taken aback, and ran to the third floor without thinking.

The closer you are to the class, the stronger the fragrance will be.

Chen Lang ran all the way back to the classroom, and saw a person lying on his seat in disbelief.

His eyes were closed tightly, his cheeks were slightly flushed, and the tip of his tall nose was sniffing lightly on his coat.

With an obsessed face, he looked very comfortable.

There was even an unknown grunting sound from his mouth.

Chen Lang's face immediately changed, and he felt that the blood in his whole body was gushing and burning.

I've never felt my coat was so intrusive.

He approached the seat step by step, and stretched out his hand to stroke Song Chen's soft and obedient hair.

The people on the table unconsciously rubbed his palms.

Chen Lang closed his dry eyes, feeling an unprecedented sense of satisfaction in his heart.

This man is his.

The palm ran down the hair and covered the back of the neck, feeling slightly hot.

The fragile neck trembled, Song Chen sensed the danger, and suddenly woke up.

"What's wrong with you?"

Song Chen slapped his hand away vigorously, the corners of his eyes were still moist, and when he yelled desperately, he didn't feel angry at all, more like coquettish anger.

Chen Lang withdrew his hand, but his fingertips could still feel the scorching temperature.

Reluctantly looking away from his neck, Chen Lang's voice was extremely hoarse, "I should ask you this, right? Why are you sitting in my seat while there is no one in the class?"

"I..." Song Chen was speechless for a moment, avoiding Chen Lang's gaze, feeling inexplicably afraid of meeting a natural enemy.

Yes, he is going to see a doctor.

Why did God come to Chen Lang's place?

Looking down and seeing the coat still in his hands, Song Chen was so frightened that he let go of the coat and sat on Jiang Yu's chair next to him as if fleeing.

died!

It must be an old problem, and it's fine to hug and smell at home, but now he was caught on the spot.

Song Chen's face was flushed, his eyes were aiming wildly, and he stuttered, "I, I, I... I saw that your coat fell on the floor, so I specially picked it up for you!"

I can't believe what I said.

He heard Chen Lang laugh, the laughter was hoarse, but he didn't refute.

Song Chen quietly raised his head to look at him, is he finally stupid?

"What happened to your arm?"

Chen Lang bent down to find a box of band-aids that he had bought as a gift before, and the injured area happened to be in front of Song Chen's eyes.

He was about to answer, when he saw Song Chen's eyes crooked, gloating, "You must have been beaten up, I think your attitude is very problematic, isn't it!"

Chen Lang glanced at him faintly, "I have a very good attitude, otherwise you would hold my coat and cry now."

Song Chen felt guilty, glanced at Chen Lang's physique, and chose not to answer.

The scratch was on the back of the upper arm. Chen Lang tore off the wound sticker. It was inconvenient to operate with one hand, and the sticker was not in the correct position.

Next to him, Song Chen propped his chin to watch the fun, he didn't get up to leave, and Chen Lang didn't let him go either.

It seems that both of them default to each other's side.

To Song Chen, the current him is like being in a cold winter morning, reluctant to part with the warm blanket, so he lingers under the blanket and refuses to leave.

But Song Chen was restless, pointing at his crooked band-aids and mocking, "Your hands have a mind of their own, and you know what best suits your temperament."

Chen Lang: "Did Lao Mo teach you an idiom?"

Song Chen: "??"

Lao Mo is the Chinese teacher in their class, so it's possible that Lao Mo gave him a little trouble in private, no wonder his grades are two or three points higher than his every time.

Song Chen thought to himself.

Chen Lang said word by word: "Helping others is fun, have you learned it?"

He tore off the crooked band-aid, and the wound was pulled violently by him, and small drops of blood leaked out, Song Chen frowned upon seeing it.

pain.

"I really haven't learned it. I only learned that it's nothing to do with me." Song Chen was still a little proud.

Chen Lang took another band-aid, raised his eyebrows and smiled when he heard this, "Vocabulary is poor, no wonder I only took second place in the exam."

One hit kills.

Song Chen angrily grabbed his band-aid immediately, tore it off, straightened his arm, and put it on squarely.

All in one go.

He even wiped off the blood on the side.

The service was great.

"Have you ever learned the idiom of knowing kindness and repaying it, Chen Lang, the first grader, think about how to do it." Song Chen asked him.

"I have learned it, but..." Chen Lang glanced at the jacket, smelled the sweet evidence left on it, and said, "I think I have already reported this favor, what do you think?"

"I... I am generous, and I don't need you to repay my kindness."

Just repay the favor of your coat.

Song Chen arranged a reason for himself, and raised his hand to scratch his face, but Chen Lang grabbed his wrist and tore it off.

"Don't touch."

"doing what?"

"dirty."

The place where it was held was faintly hot, and Song Chen suddenly became obedient for some reason, and refused to touch it if he said he would not touch it.

He looked down at his hands, there was some blood on the delicate fingertips, which was left by Chen Lang's Band-Aid just now.

Song Chen subconsciously sniffed under the tip of his nose.

The familiar smell after the rain, mixed with a faint smell of blood.

suffered.

A bit above.

In a strange way, it moved down a little, and it was close to the lips.

Chen Lang took out two tissues from the drawer, and when he turned around, he saw Song Chen licking his blood with the tip of his tongue.

Chen Lang's brain exploded with a bang, he couldn't control what he wanted to do, he squeezed the tissue into a ball and threw it back into the drawer.

The dark eyes moved away in embarrassment, not daring to take a closer look.

An apt word flashed through his mind.

act recklessly.

The breath belonging to Chen Lang in the air suddenly became stronger, and the sweetness in Song Chen's mouth hadn't disappeared yet, he was dizzy, and instinctively moved away from Chen Lang a few steps.

Then--

What the hell! ! !

what the hell am i doing

Could it be that I am a pervert, even if I smell my clothes, I still suck blood!

This is Chen Lang's blood!

It's over, I'm dirty.

The author has something to say:

Song Chen cried: I'm dirty!

Chen Lang proudly put his hands on his hips: I did it!