Differentiate into omega in the normal world

When Song Chen woke up at nine o'clock, he was awakened by a nightmare, and his whole body was limp and sweating.

He dreamed that Chen Lang didn't let him go in the classroom that day, but rubbed against his neck instead.

Bow your head and bite your ear with him.

Rubbing the coat is worse than rubbing me.

At this moment, Chen Lang sent him a message: See you at the station at two o'clock.

right.

He also wants to go shopping with Chen Lang.

When you wake up, you will meet the subject of your nightmares.

It's just miserable.

Last night, Chen Lang found him on WeChat from some common group and sent an application to add him.

He didn't want to pass at first, but he agreed to buy the book after thinking about it, and now it seems very deliberate not to pass.

Chen Lang's circle of friends is the same as his own.

Nothing to watch.

There are only some landscape photos, and the copywriting is only sorted by numbers.

Song Chen took a few glances and left.

He played with his mobile phone on the bed until lunch time, got dressed and went downstairs to eat after washing.

The weather has become hot, and he is wearing a T-shirt with three-quarter length sleeves. His slender wrists are exposed, and his white veins seem to be visible, making him look extraordinarily fragile.

Aunt Lin looked at him for a while, and said distressedly, "It seems to be thinner again, is it because I am too tired from studying, Chenchen should eat more."

Song Chen reiterated again: "Study is not tiring, really."

Aunt Lin didn't take it seriously.

Seeing that it was almost time, I took Uncle Wang's car to the station.

From the car window, he saw Chen Lang standing next to the electronic license plate.

Tall and straight, without the thin feeling of adolescence.

White clothes and black trousers, the first button of the shirt is undone, and the collarbone can be seen vaguely.He frowned, lowered his head and looked at the phone intently, looking indifferent and distant, but his cheeks puffed up a little inappropriately.

Sip it with sugar.

The car door opened, Chen Lang put away his phone, and looked up at Song Chen's clear eyes.

He jumped to Chen Lang's side in two or three steps, and waved to Uncle Wang in the car.

Song Chensheng's tender skin has become colder and paler for unknown reasons recently, making him look much younger than his actual age.

The other girls at the station secretly looked at him, envious of his cold white skin.

But he didn't know anything, he frowned and emphasized to Chen Lang, "I'm not late."

It's not yet two o'clock.

Chen Lang nodded, "I came early."

"Which bookstore are we going to, isn't this a mall?"

Behind the platform is a comprehensive shopping mall called Xinrun Plaza. Will there be a bookstore here?

"There are on the third floor."

Chen Lang led the way. He was tall and long-legged, and his strides were long. Song Chen had to speed up his steps to keep up.

Chen Lang in front laughed silently, and gradually slowed down.

Song Chen seldom went out, and someone bought it as soon as he needed to be notified, and even if he went out, most of them were with Zhou Ning.

But he doesn't know many of Zhou Ning's friends, and they are very troublesome, so he can't play with them.

I would rather brush a few more sets of test papers at home.

So walking in the mall is quite a novel experience now.

Especially with Chen Lang.

There were a lot of people in the shopping mall at this point, and the elevators went up and down without stopping. The two waited for several minutes.

Song Chen turned the phone on and off, impatiently, "It's so slow."

Chen Lang: "There is an escalator over there, but you have to go around it."

While talking, he took out a piece of candy from his pocket and gave it to Song Chen.

Song Chen felt that his memory was really bad.

"I don't eat sweets..." Before finishing speaking, Chen Lang interrupted, "This is salty."

Song Chen said oh, and suddenly smiled with his eyes bent, "Why are you like a little girl, you carry candies with you."

While talking, he stretched out his hand to take it, but Chen Lang shrank back, peeled off the candy wrapper and threw it into his mouth, smacking his lips.

Song Chen's smile stagnated: "..."

mean!

There were a lot of people waiting for the elevator, and when the door opened, Song Chen and the two were squeezed inside. He was almost leaning against Chen Lang's shoulder, and he tried his best to straighten his body and stay away.

The elevator went down to the negative floor, and then returned to the first floor. Several girls came in and stood in front of Song Chen, exuding a very obvious smell of perfume.

good smell.

But it was torture for Song Chen.

Out of politeness, he only wrinkled his nose, stepped back, and bumped into Chen Lang's shoulder.

Chen Lang lowered his head slightly and looked at him, "What's wrong?"

The elevator space is so big that someone can hear you breathing. Song Chen didn't have the nerve to say the reason, so he just shook his head with a frown.

Looking forward to the elevator going up soon.

Chen Lang suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around his waist, and obviously felt his body tremble under the crook of his arms. Before Song Chen cursed, he switched places with him, covering him in a small corner of the elevator.

The pungent fragrance is weakened.

Song Chen swallowed the curse words, was this on purpose?

Or does he just want to stand in front?

Unexpectedly, the elevator arrived, Chen Lang stepped out of the elevator, turned around and saw Song Chen was still crowded, he directly grabbed his wrist and led him out.

"I can walk by myself."

"The elevator doors are almost closing."

"Isn't this closed yet?"

Chen Lang let go of his hand, and went straight to the direction of the bookstore.

After Song Chen entered, he realized that this bookstore was different from ordinary bookstores. It looked like a combination of a bookstore and a coffee shop. When he entered, he saw a large bar on the right where he could order drinks, and there were several sofa chairs in front of it.

"Uncle, you're finally here, please help me with this question." A junior high school girl in front of the counter shouted as if seeing Chen Lang when she saw Chen Lang.

"Really, it's extremely difficult! I feel like I'm going bald."

Chen Lang glanced over and pointed out sharply, "The formula is written backwards."

"Who is the little brother behind you?" Bai Xiaoting didn't listen, she stared at Song Chen and exclaimed in a low voice, "So handsome, did you come together!"

"Do your homework carefully. I'll check it later. Where's your dad?"

"I have something to do, come later, you can find him."

"No."

"Uncle, this little brother..."

Chen Lang ignored it and called Song Chen to go inside.

Song Chen was curious, "Is this opened by your family?"

Chen Lang: "No, it belongs to my cousin-in-law."

"Oh, that's it." Song Chen drew his voice and understood, "You brought me to this store to get a commission! No wonder."

Chen Lang was stunned for a rare moment, unable to understand the logic, "What?"

Song Chen: "This store is opened by your relatives. If you bring acquaintances over to do business, won't you be rich?"

"Song Chen." Chen Lang looked at him sincerely, "It's a shame that you are second in the exam."

Song Chen frowned, "Are you scolding me?"

Chen Lang smiled, "No, I praise you."

Chen Lang was very familiar with this place, so he came directly to the auxiliary teaching area, looking at all kinds of colorful teaching materials, Song Chen felt dizzy for a while.

He saw Chen Lang squatting looking for it, but he felt embarrassed standing up, so he asked, "What's your name, I'll look for it too."

"Competition solution."

"Oh." Song Chen nodded, flipped through two books and suddenly realized, "Didn't you say you forgot your name?"

Chen Lang: "..."

Chen Lang: "My brothers will remember it when they see it."

This stupid batch is deceiving.

Song Chen scratched his face, not knowing what he was thinking.

You have to hold hands when you buy a book.

After reading the textbooks one by one, Song Chen, who had never seen it before, also took it out and looked through it.

One is also bought, two are also bought, buy a few more.

Strive for early first.

He will be able to reply to the post bar to avenge his shame.

"Hey, isn't it this book!"

Song Chen yelled, watching the game, the whole liberation was a bit high, and just wanted Chen Lang to come and get it, but someone beside him took it away first.

He turned his head and looked familiar.

It's Duan Xiaofeng!

"wait!"

When Duan Xiaofeng saw it was him, he shook off his hand vigorously, turned around and ran away again.

Song Chen was dumbfounded, what's wrong with this person, why is he more annoying than Chen Lang.

"What's going on?" Chen Lang helped him, his face darkened, "Do you know him?"

Song Chen was very innocent, "I know a ghost, and I didn't say anything. Last time I secretly rummaged through my things, and this time I robbed books again. It's really sick."

Chen Lang took two complete explanations of the competition, and said to him: "The students in class ten, their grades are not bad, and they are going to participate in the competition this time, this person..."

Pausing for a moment, he said, "In short, keep in contact with him less."

I don't want to touch him.

Song Chen secretly rolled his eyes. Chen Lang asked him if he should pay the bill now. He shook his head. He came all the way in and found that the bookstore also sold some handicraft gifts.

It felt very novel, and he wanted to go shopping again.

Chen Lang asked him to walk around by himself, and he went to Bai Xiaoting to check his homework.

Song Chen immediately agreed, it would be better if he wasn't around.

Otherwise uncomfortable.

The store is decorated in a Harajuku style, and it feels very small and fresh. There are several places where books are used to display various shapes to attract people.

Song Chen stood admiring for a while, thinking that the boss here is really creative, and it's amazing to use a book to make a robot look.

I took the book and opened it, and it turned out to be a science fiction novel.

He read with relish, and didn't notice that the book behind him had moved.

"Be careful!" someone yelled.

Song Chen raised his head in a daze, his shoulder was hit hard by something.

He frowned in pain.

Someone pulled him away, and he fell into the embrace filled with the damp smell after the rain.

"Stupid, don't know how to hide!"

Song Chen looked back, the book in the shape of a robot had collapsed, and several books were scattered where he was standing just now.

What luck!

Song Chen was even more fierce than him, "I didn't know it would collapse, look at the store you chose!"

The milky aroma came out instantly.

Chen Lang's breathing was stagnant, his jaw was tensed, and his tone was stiff, "Where does it hurt?"

Song Chen stared at him and rubbed his shoulder, "It hurts everywhere."

He touched Song Chen's shoulder to check, but was dodged.

The staff rushed over, "How could this fall? The sides are all fenced up."

"Has anyone been hit?"

"Uncle! I'm scared to death, are you all right? I'll call 120 right away!"

Chen Lang had a headache, "No need to hit him, I'll take him to the lounge to sit down."

He took people to the rest room, found the emergency medicine box, took out the spray and ointment, "Am I coming or you?"

Song Chen didn't even think about it, "I'll do it myself, you go out."

Chen Lang closed the door and went out, Song Chen, who was still angry just now, was instantly discouraged.

Fuck it fuck it.

Huge fucking hurts!

Wronged into a ball.

Although Song Chen's parents were not at home often, they were grown up by the people around them. They had delicate skin and tender flesh, and they would turn black and blue when they accidentally touched the corners of the desk.

Now that he was hit hard by the falling book, he could see that Bai Shengsheng's arms and shoulders were all red when he lifted up his sleeves.

It was all Chen Lang's fault.

Muttering to himself, Song Chen stretched out his hand to reach for the spray, when suddenly his eyes blurred and the spray rolled down.

Chen Lang was outside to take care of the aftermath, and his cousin-in-law rushed over immediately after hearing about the incident.

"Is your classmate okay? Do you want to go to the hospital to have a look?"

Chen Lang shook his head and said to him, "I want to watch the surveillance."

My cousin's husband is called Bai Qingyang, and he is a very gentle-looking man. He didn't hesitate at all when he heard this, "Okay, come with me."

The monitoring computer was at the counter, Bai Qingyang called out that area, and fast forwarded to the time before the collapse.

At this time, Bai Xiaoting ran over in a panic, "Uncle, that little brother seems to be in a lot of pain, his face is super red, and he doesn't speak when I ask him."

Hearing this, Chen Lang's complexion changed, and he hurried to the lounge regardless of the monitoring.

Behind him, Bai Qingyang raised his eyebrows in doubt, and asked his daughter, "Is that his neighbor classmate?"

Bai Xiaoting: "No, much more handsome than that."

As soon as the door of the lounge was opened, Chen Lang was first jealous by the smell of milk in the room, and then he was itchy by Song Chen who rushed forward.

He closed the door, lowered his head to meet Shang Mimi's staring eyes, the corners of which were red.

good looking.

"What do you want?"

Song Chen clenched the hem of his clothes tightly, and couldn't move his eyes from Chen Lang.

After tasting the satisfaction and joy brought by Chen Lang's breath, Song Chen couldn't let go of the person in front of him at all.

What little he had left of his mind was screaming to stay still, while his body was raving.

Screaming to hug him and hold him tight.

Don't let him escape!

The author has something to say:

Song Chen held on tight: don't run away

Chen Lang lay down: you can do whatever you want