Differentiate into omega in the normal world

"Be quiet and listen carefully. Song Chen, I know you are the smartest, but you still have to listen in class."

This class is the class of Zhou Xue, the head teacher. She has always been tolerant of good students, but seeing Song Chen absent-minded for most of the class, her eyes did not return to the blackboard from the window.

No matter how tolerant I am, I can't stand it anymore.

The most important thing is to influence the students behind. Zhou Ning has followed his line of sight curiously for most of the class.

What is Chen looking at?

As soon as the bell rang, Zhou Ning couldn't wait to pull the chair forward, lay down on the table and asked Song Chen, "What are you looking at? You actually deserted in class?"

Song Chen leaned against the back of the chair, his expression was a little pale, he was still brooding over the fact that he licked Chen Lang's blood, "I seem to be dying..."

"Bah, bah, bah! What nonsense." Zhou Ning immediately interrupted him, "What the hell, did you pass the first grade exam? It's not shameful to die now."

"..."

Song Chen held his breath, thinking that even if I was really dead after hearing these words, I would get up and beat you violently.

Zhou Ning was acquainted with him and was the only one who knew about his family.

His parents also often said to Zhou Ning: Chenchen's parents are busy, so you usually take care of him at school.

So no matter what Song Chen thought, Zhou Ning always treated him like a younger brother anyway, and subconsciously became angry when he heard this.

During this period of time, his mood was very complicated. He obviously still regarded Song Chen as his younger brother, but he felt that way again several times.

It made him fall into deep suspicion, did he have too much contact with Song Chen?

In the past few days, he has been estranged intentionally or unintentionally, but he didn't expect to hear this sentence when he turned around, and his heart almost stopped in fright.

"Just kidding, it's our Chenchen's first." After calming down, Zhou Ning hurried to remedy, "Is there something wrong with your body? How about I take you to the hospital for a physical examination on weekends?"

Song Chen closed and lifted the cap of the pen back and forth, unable to speak.

I got a strange disease that would kill me if I couldn't smell Chen Lang's breath!

Even his blood is sweet.

How the hell did he say it!

It's appalling to think about.

Zhou Ning had never seen Song Chen who was so entangled except for unsolvable math problems, and suddenly his old father's worry came online.

"Don't be fooled by those nonsense on Baidu, they can call a cold a cancer, are you stupid?"

"Of course not." Song Chen tapped him with a pen, not stupid.

"Then what happened?"

Song Chen murmured, and looked around. Song Ling was reciting the text seriously, and she was going to do random checks in the afternoon. Tang Muwu bowed his head and ate chicken passionately.

He leaned closer and whispered to Zhou Ning: "Recently, my body often has fever for no reason, and I feel dizzy. In short, I feel very uncomfortable. I went to the doctor and said that I am not sick, but I just need to be close to someone and I will be fine."

"one person?"

Song Chen didn't notice Zhou Ning's stunned expression, and continued, "Yes, as soon as he touches me, or as long as I smell his body, all my discomfort will be cured. It's very weird."

"I'm so fucking..." Zhou Ning covered his distorted face with laughter, "Chen, are you an innocent high school student from the last century?"

Song Chen: "???"

Zhou Ning controlled himself not to laugh too obscenely, "I know what's wrong with you?"

"What is it?"

"Sichun."

"You plan to do homework on your own in the future, right Gou Ning!" Song Chen hit him on the head with a pen.

"Hey, why are you still impatient, put down the pen."

Zhou Ning snatched his pen and said: "You are not thinking of spring. You feel uncomfortable when you can't see people. When someone touches you, you will feel comfortable all over your body. If she hugs you again, you will feel uncomfortable."

Song Chen's face darkened and he remained silent.

He recalled Chen Lang holding him in his arms in his dream.

The clear after-rain breath lingered around him tightly.

Chenchen is so good.

day!

It seems to be true.

"Tsk tsk tsk, I really thought about it." Zhou Ning's face was turbulent, "Who is so good, can actually draw your attention away from your studies, tell me, tell me!"

"roll."

Song Chen spat out a word ruthlessly, pressed his fingers on his forehead and pushed the man back, turning away from him.

The next class was absent-minded again, and it was rare to be at a loss when called up by the English teacher to answer questions.

Fortunately, the teachers of all subjects have a high tolerance for him.

"This question is indeed a bit out of line. Sit down, Chen Lang, let's talk about it."

Chen Lang stood up, tall and straight, standing out from the crowd.

The voice is neither fast nor slow, and the standard of pronunciation is soothing.

Song Chen lowered his head, feeling that the voice seemed to be speaking in his ears, and a vaguely familiar aura floated towards him.

The tip of the ear is hot uncontrollably.

Song Ling touched his elbow, "Don't be angry, brother, the teacher said it was a super-syllabus question."

Song Chen: "Yes."

The English teacher on the podium let Chen Lang sit down very satisfied.

Chen Lang sat down in response, and smelled a faint sweet scent of milk.

Glancing at the source of the fragrance, Chen Lang silently took a milk candy tablet and put it in his mouth.

Quenching.

During class break, Zhou Ning became addicted to cigarettes and went to the bathroom to smoke, and took Song Chen away by the way.

There is a sign at the door of the toilet that says it is being cleaned.

Zhou Ning stood in front of the window, holding a cigarette between his slender fingers, smiling maliciously.

"Chenchen, who is that person? What does he look like, and how beautiful is it to make you feel uncomfortable if you don't touch him?"

Song Chen turned his head to look out the window, irritated, "No one."

He's just sick, it can't be Sichun!

Zhou Ning took a puff of smoke, obviously not believing it, but he didn't force him, "All right, don't tell me if you don't say it, you will know sooner or later."

He took out the phone and pressed it a few times, motioning Song Chen to take the phone, "Look."

"what."

Song Chen opened it and found a briefcase from him. He opened it and saw: the domineering president's delicate and weak wife.

The pretty girl of the cruel school grass.

Senior please let me go.

The wealthy young and old are forced to marry pets.

Husband, I am in so much pain.

……

It's all messed up.

"It turns out that there is a reason why you took the [-]th Chinese exam." Song Chen sighed.

Zhou Ning: "That's not the point. I specially asked someone to send it to me. Now girls like this tune. Learn from it. You haven't heard Song Ling calling her husband husband all day long."

There was a noise at the door, and the toilet door was opened. Zhou Ning turned around and quickly threw the cigarette butt, and saw Chen Lang walking in.

There was a cleaning sign on the ground, Zhou Ning smiled, "Go to the toilet?"

Chen Lang looked into Song Chen's uncomfortable eyes and smelled the smell of smoke on his body.

Jaw set, eyes dark.

Chen Lang: "Yes."

Zhou Ning had a normal relationship with him, walked a few steps, turned around and waved, "Chen, let's go."

Song Chen responded, and Chen Lang grabbed his wrist when he passed by.

Put a piece of chewing gum in the palm of your hand.

Song Chen frowned: "I don't eat candy."

Lowering his eyes, Chen Lang closed his palm with the other hand, "Remove the smell of smoke."

After a pause, his tone became a little colder.

"Except for the smell of milk, you don't smell good."

Except for his breath.

Chen Lang thought to himself.

Zhou Ning shouted a few more times outside the door, and Song Chen went out in a daze.

It wasn't until the sound of water came from inside that he came back to his senses.

Whether it smells good or not is none of your business.

No, you smell like milk!

Song Chen took a hard bite of the gum, and later realized that he became strange in front of Chen Lang.

Song Chen was in a daze for a few days and caught Zhou Xue's attention, so he specially called someone to the office to ask him about his situation.

"Several teachers have reported that you are absent-minded in class. Did you not sleep well at night? Or do you have something on your mind? You can talk to the teacher."

"I don't have anything on my mind, I just think about a few topics."

Hearing this, Zhou Xue said with a smile: "Don't put too much pressure on yourself. If you can't think of something, you can ask the teacher, or communicate with Chen Lang more. You two have good grades, and more communication can broaden your thinking."

Song Chen is very rebellious in his heart, but I am not.

Just as he was talking, Chen Lang knocked on the door and came in, Zhou Xue said, "Here we come, come in."

Standing beside Song Chen, Chen Lang was half a head taller than him, and his collarbone could be seen in the slightly open neckline with his eyes slightly lowered.

Clearly fair.

The aura of the people around him became so strong that it was impossible to ignore.

Song Chen moved away silently, it was a little hot.

"This is the entry form for this year's competition. Four students from our grade will participate, and you two will have a share." Zhou Xue took out two sheets and handed them to them, "Give it to me after you fill it out."

Song Chen: "Competition?"

Zhou Xue: "Yes, this is held in the city. It is held every year. The bonus is still very generous. This year it is the turn to take the No. [-] Middle School Examination."

Seeing that there was not much time between classes, she said, "Chen Lang was the number one last year, so you can ask him if you don't understand anything."

Song Chen was still hesitant at first, but he immediately became excited when he heard this.

Then we have to fight with Chen Lang.

Song Chen read the brief introduction as he walked. In order to improve students' further development, colleges and universities in City A take turns hosting knowledge competitions every year. Only the top four students in each grade of each school can participate. The maximum prize can reach [-] yuan.

Tsk tsk tsk, what a generous shot.

"The question of [-] yuan seems a bit difficult." Song Chen said to himself.

Chen Lang said indifferently: "It's not bad, it's just a question beyond the outline."

Song Chen: "..."

That's it?

"However, there have been real test analysis over the years, you can buy it and do it."

"What's the title of the book?"

"I forgot."

"..." Song Chen raised his chin and laughed at him, "Is this the memory of the first grade?"

"Yes, it just so happened that I scored more than ten points more than you in the memory test."

Song Chen gritted his teeth angrily, Chen Lang smelled a bit of sweetness, and smiled even wider in his eyes, "I'm going to buy real questions on weekends, do you want to come with me?"

"I'm with you?"

Chen Lang must be crazy.

"Will you come?"

I don't know if it was an illusion, but Song Chen felt that the after-rain breath on his body suddenly became stronger.

Song Chen was stunned for a moment, his legs felt weak for no reason.

He stopped, and Chen Lang also stopped, staring at his slack eyes.

With a deep voice, "Come?"

"Come."

When he got back to his seat, the words on the book in front of him were twisted into a ball, and Song Chen had a headache, "It really must have been bewitched."

Why did you agree to go buy books together?

Chen Lang is crazy, is he crazy too?

However, it's not all bad.

Song Chen thought, it had been several days since the last time he got sick, and he might have another one someday, so it would be safer to stay with Chen Lang more.

After all, it is the antidote to humanoid movement.

"Come to my house for dinner on Saturday? My dad bought some seafood and asked me to call you and grandma over."

Chen Lang was filling out the application form, and shook his head when he heard this, "I'm going to the bookstore, just ask grandma to come over."

"Why do you go to the bookstore?" Jiang Yu remembered that he had bought all the extracurricular workbooks for this semester. He glanced at the things on his desk and said, "It's the practice of buying competitions? It's not that you said you don't need to buy them last year. The questions are in some Is it covered in the extracurricular exercise book?"

After finishing speaking, he was surprised to see Chen Lang raise his eyebrows, and chuckled lightly, "I didn't use it last year, but I will buy it this year."

The author has something to say:

Chen Lang: Apart from my smell, you can't have other people's smell

Song Chen: Shut up, humanoid antidote