The Pheromones Say We Have No Chance

There was an uproar in Class [-] classrooms, and there were occasional chants of "Fuck and fuck" in the middle, and some people even threw out dialects out of desperation.

Luo Zhiyu: "?"

Xiao Yan: "..."

"What's wrong?" Luo Zhiyu was good at observing words and expressions, and immediately found out that something was wrong in the messy class atmosphere, "Is the school grass so excited?"

Luo Zhiyu thought deeply: "I don't seem to be worse than you in appearance."

When Xiao Yan left the classroom of Class 3 ([-]), Luo Zhiyu further noticed that the eyes of the students in the class turned from admiration to sympathy.

Luo Zhiyu: "?"

In the campus forum of No. [-] Middle School in the city, students who secretly played with their mobile phones in the evening self-study built two discussion buildings. The protagonists of these two buildings were Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan.

Among them, the first floor firmly believes that Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan are pure, and the 0% pheromone matching makes people only need to worry about whether they will fight.

The other discussion building firmly believes that there must be something between Xiao Yan and Luo Zhiyu, and Xiao Yan might be a scumbag.

111L (not cicada):?He's not a scumbag.

112L: There is an internal smell.

113L (not cicada):?Something wrong?

114L (smoky): Forget it, forget it, forget it.wipe sweat.jpg

115L (smoky):.

The bell rang for the end of evening self-study, and the students who had already packed their schoolbags rushed to the stairs.

"Come on, Brother Yan, you just gave up on whitewashing?" Tang Yuan felt that the appearance of their dormitory could be saved again.

Fan Yue, as a bystander, from the first day of school to the present, thought he had seen it very clearly, and sighed regretfully: "Now, if he bullies Luo Zhiyu, he will be a scumbag in the eyes of our class. Luo Zhiyu is good, in the eyes of the third class downstairs, he is a scum a prodigal son, and he is not a person inside or outside."

"It's so miserable." Zhang Shu agreed.

Xiao Yan himself didn't pay much attention to it. He walked downstairs step by step with the crowd, and saw a person in the crowd from a distance, and took out a stack of post-it notes and a pen from the side pocket of his schoolbag.

"I told you not to provoke him at first." Fan Yue could no longer suppress the gloating in his body, "Let's backfire."

Fan Yue didn't wait for his roommate to regret it, but watched his roommate draw a pig face with squinting eyes and smiling on the sticky note, took a few steps forward, and slapped Luo Zhiyu on the back.

Fan Yue: "..."

"What?!" Luo Zhiyu limped and supported Jing Ximing's hand and jumped downstairs, oblivious to the sticker on his back, "When did I know you so well?"

"Can you do it?" Xiao Yan looked very kind.

"It doesn't hurt as much as when I just fell, it's okay." Xiao Yan's attitude changed too quickly, and Luo Zhiyu couldn't adapt for a while, "Don't bother me, just don't forget it on the weekend."

The outdoor temperature was not high, and a group of students who left the teaching building were trembling as they walked towards the dormitory area. For some reason, Luo Zhiyu always felt that the students passing by him were all looking at him, and some even laughed unabashedly.

"What are you laughing at?" Luo Zhiyu felt puzzled, "I've never seen anyone wrestle."

The students divided into three groups on the side of the playground, and went to their dormitories in various ways. Luo Zhiyu stopped and saw Xiao Yan and his three roommates walking directly from the other end of the playground.

"What are you looking at?" Seeing him stop, Jing Ximing said, "That's the direction of the alpha dormitory area. Did you stand there for punishment last time?"

"Can I go to their dormitory area through the playground?" Luo Zhiyu remembered that last night, he and Xiao Yan crossed the playground, and there were people playing football beside them.

"Yes, yes, but let's take a detour. I made a detour from the Omega dormitory area. Generally, no one would go this way." Jing Ximing asked strangely, "Zhiyu, you still don't recognize the way as always."

Luo Zhiyu fell down and his hands were not very good. The door of the dormitory was opened by Jing Ximing, and Luo Zhiyu undertook the task of turning on the light.

"Wait." Jing Ximing pulled Luo Zhiyu, "What's on your back?"

Jing Ximing took off a post-it note from Luo Zhiyu's back.

Luo Zhiyu: "..."

Xiao Yan is a bastard.

[It’s not cicada]: [picture], come out and confess.

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: He said he was not there.

[I don't know]:? ? ?fuck off.

[I don’t know it]: It’s so ugly that you have the nerve to stick it on me.

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: Of course it is not as good as yours.

This person was talking, and even changed his profile picture, it happened to be the orange that Luo Zhiyu used to smash him this evening, and there was a melon-eating emoticon drawn by Luo Zhiyu on it.

[It’s not cicada]: You ate all the oranges, so take its portrait as your profile picture.

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: ...

[Excellent student representative of the second year of high school]: Fairy frowns.jpg

Luo Zhiyu's cell phone rang, interrupting his chat with Xiao Yan: "Hello? Mom?"

"How do you feel at school?" The voice came from the other end of the phone, the signal was not very good, and it sounded distorted, "Did you study hard?"

"Yes." Luo Zhiyu, who didn't do his homework all night because of a hand injury, babbled nonsense, "The grades are getting better and better, and the teacher praises me every time he sees me. I have never caused trouble to the teacher, and I have made many friends. "

"That's good, are you still used to living in school?"

"I see you brought your painting tools to school again?"

"Huh? Hello?" Luo Zhiyu pretended not to hear, and put the phone away, "Mom, the signal over there is not very good."

"It's already high school, just concentrate on studying and forget about that, okay?"

"Okay." Luo Zhiyu agreed, "Then we high school students have to do their homework against the clock, so I'll hang up first if there's nothing else to do."

"You can handle your mother quite well, and what you said is all irony..." Jing Ximing sat in his seat and listened to Luo Zhiyu's nonsense, "Your mother doesn't need to worry too much about your grades. "

"Because of this result, she was afraid that I would pass the art test." Luo Zhiyu marked the options on the English test paper, "It's a step to take, why think so much."

In the first two days of school, I always felt that the time was long. Once I got used to the rhythm and became familiar with the process, the time seemed to speed up again. Every day seemed to be looking for differences in the repeated rhythm.The weekend is the opening exam for the second and third year of senior high school. The students who have been preparing for a week walked into the examination room with dark circles under their eyes. The living area and playground seemed to be occupied by the first year students in red school uniforms.

Young people are not afraid of the future and tomorrow. A group of freshman high school students felt a little elated from the leisurely time this weekend. Many people walked around outside the examination room area of ​​the teaching building, watching the start of the exam for the second and third year of high school.

"You're so proud." A senior high school candidate who handed in the papers in advance said, "One day it will be your turn, and no one can escape such things as the start of school exams."

Luo Zhiyu had just joined the student union, took a job as a proctor's assistant, moved a stool and sat in the first exam room of the second year of high school, doing homework all day and drawing pictures all day, the invigilator saw that he was very busy, so he didn't make a sound disturb.

On Sunday afternoon, it was the last exam of the second year of high school, the English exam. The invigilator was marking the papers of the previous exams. After listening to the entire listening material with his head tilted, Luo Zhiyu began to draw sketches on paper bored , Xiao Yan was sitting in front of him, doing a question.

Luo Zhiyu knew at a glance that this person wrote English questions based on his sense of language rather than grammar. The students behind Yan were made a little impatient by the sound of turning the pages of the test paper, and filled out a few questions with red faces, trying to catch up with Xiao Yan's progress.

Luo Zhiyu was amused, and Xiao Yan's outline was gradually outlined in the sketchbook in his hand.

A test paper was gently handed to his eyes.

Luo Zhiyu: "?"

"There is still nearly an hour until the end of the exam." The invigilator reminded in a low voice.

"Let me hand it in early." Xiao Yan helped Luo Zhiyu tidy up the scattered notebooks and pens, and said in a low voice, "Teacher, please borrow your assistant invigilator. I want to go to the hospital with him."

"Why hand in the papers in advance." Luo Zhiyu hugged his backpack and followed all the way out of the classroom, "If you're not in a hurry for the test, we've already arranged a number for you."

"Hand it in when you finish writing." Xiao Yan walked towards the school gate together with him, and by the way told Luo Zhiyu some exam experience as a sophomore, "Don't you think that after finishing writing, if there is still uncertainty, Are the answers you changed again and again all wrong in the end?"

Hesitation will defeat.

"I found it." Luo Zhiyu nodded, "So I usually don't check it, I just sit there and turn over the test paper dozens of times, so that people around me can feel the passage of time."

Xiao Yan: "..." wicked.

There were a lot of people in the Central Hospital on weekends. Because of the advance appointment, Luo Zhiyu and Xiao Yan didn't need to register, and went directly to the testing room to queue up.

"I didn't draw blood last time." Luo Zhiyu looked at the test sheet over and over again, "Why do I have to draw blood this time? I feel a little dizzy, or maybe it's a needle faint."

He drew blood when he was a child, and once the doctor missed the needle. Since then, Luo Zhiyu has been a little nervous about the blood draw. Looking at the three words "blood draw place" in front of him, Luo Zhiyu's expression is also different. not too good.

"Don't be afraid, soon, the hospital said that the blood test is more accurate, and generally you don't need to draw blood to measure the matching degree of pheromone." Xiao Yan was playing games with Fan Yue and the others, and pushed the crystal quickly, without even raising his head. , "Blood is only drawn for marriage examinations, because the pheromone matching degree will be written on the marriage certificate."

"Grass? Premarital examination?" Luo Zhiyu heard this word, and his voice was several times louder.

Only then did he realize that the people in the waiting area seemed to be in pairs.

Only the two of them were wearing school uniforms, one was immersed in playing games, and the other was engaged in psychological struggle, with a stool between them.

And those who waited in line for the premarital examination were attracted by his roar just now, and when they saw the school uniforms on the two of them, they whispered.

Xiao Yan's back felt cold, his hands shook, and he slashed at his teammate.