After the pheromone changed to A, I changed to O

Xia Zhihong looked at the CP barrage that filled the live broadcast room, and was speechless for a while. He suspected that He Chuanhan was selling corruption, and he had evidence.

He couldn't help turning his head and glaring at He Chuanhan, but his hand that was cutting vegetables accidentally slipped, and the knife in his right hand scratched the index finger of his left hand, and he subconsciously gasped: "Hiss..."

Han Jingke, who was washing vegetables at the side, noticed it, and quickly came up and grabbed Xia Zhihong's hand: "Is your hand okay?"

Xia Zhihong looked down and found that there was only a little blood. He was about to say nothing, but Han Jingke suddenly lowered his head, as if subconsciously trying to put his finger in his mouth. Withdrawing back: "It's okay, it's okay!"

Han Jingke froze for a moment: "It's bleeding..."

"Just rinse it with water," Xia Zhihong said, subconsciously glanced in He Chuanhan's direction, inexplicably cautious, "Is there a Band-Aid?"

Facing Xia Zhihong's dodge, Han Jingke nodded with gloomy eyes: "Yes."

Xia Zhihong took the band-aid from Han Jingke, but refused Han Jingke's help: "I can do it with one hand."

Han Jingke bit her lip, turned around and continued cooking.

The two cooked a table of dishes, and the dishes were quite rich. As soon as He Chuanhan sat down, he looked at Xia Zhihong and boasted with a chuckle: "You can cook so many dishes, Xia Shen is cheating!"

Xia Zhihong patted Han Jingke on the shoulder, very honestly: "Most of them were done by him."

He Chuanhan: "...I retract what I just said."

After several people sat down to eat, He Chuanhan started to eat another dish and praised another dish: "Sweet and sour pork ribs are so delicious!"

Xia Zhihong: "Han Jingke did it."

He Chuanhan: "...I withdraw."

After a while, He Chuanhan tentatively said again: "This cola chicken wing is not bad."

Xia Zhihong: "Han Jingke did it."

Seeing He Chuanhan's "I'm autistic.jpg" expression on his face, he couldn't help laughing out loud: "Most of the dishes are cooked by Han Jingke, and I've been helping by the side."

Han Jingke bit her chopsticks and said, "Because the senior's hand was injured..."

He Chuanhan immediately looked at Xia Zhihong's hand, Xia Zhihong quickly waved his hand and said, "It's just a small cut, it's nothing serious, it's too exaggerated not to let me cook."

But He Chuanhan frowned and said, "How did you get scratched? So careless? What do you cook when your hand is injured?"

"Why are you more exaggerated than him!" Xia Zhihong was speechless, but He Chuanhan immediately put down the bowl and chopsticks, grabbed Xia Zhihong's hand, and tore off the bandage.

Before Xia Zhihong could react, He Chuanhan lowered his head and sucked his injured finger into his mouth, saying vaguely while holding it: "Saliva is a universal healing medicine..."

Xia Zhihong was startled, and was about to struggle but couldn't break free. He could only watch He Chuanhan "apply medicine" to him with his mouth. After a few seconds, He Chuanhan let go of his mouth and gave him the band-aid again. affixed.

Xia Zhihong was speechless for a while, while Han Jingke bit his lip and lowered his head, eating the rice in his own bowl.

After the celebration banquet was over, the five of them went back to their homes. After Xia Zhihong returned to the dormitory, he also started a live broadcast for a while. As expected, many people came to post barrage telling him that Winter God had cue him in the live broadcast room just now.

Seeing that there were more and more people doing barrage, he had no choice but to politely reply to the cue. As a result, there were more and more cp barrage. It seemed a bit pretentious to do it, and in the end I could only pretend to be an ostrich with a blank face.

As a result, not long after his live broadcast, He Chuanhan came to his live broadcast room to watch the excitement, and he still used a large size. The popularity of his live broadcast room and the number of online people suddenly doubled, and he almost got stuck as an anchor.

Xia Zhihong would often pick a fan to play with during the live broadcast, which was considered a benefit to the fans, but today, for some reason, he got He Chuanhan's id with a random draw, and couldn't help being speechless for a while.

He hurriedly said: "This one doesn't count! Draw it again!"

In the end, for some reason, the fans who were supposed to be waiting for Xia Zhihong's lottery all of a sudden made a bullet screen: "No need to draw again! No need!"

"Yes, yes, yes! Whoever is drawn is the winner!"

"Of course the promised fan benefits will be chosen by the lottery!"

Even He Chuanhan used his tuba to post a barrage, with an aggrieved tone: "Yes, yes! How can I be drawn again? Am I not your fan?"

Xia Zhihong was speechless for a while, but he had no choice but to invite He Chuanhan to form a team. As soon as He Chuanhan joined the team, he immediately turned on the microphone and said with a smile: "Congratulations, I just checked, and now your live broadcast room ranks on all platforms. First."

There is a list on the platform that is ranked according to the number of people who are online in the live broadcast room of the anchors. Xia Zhihong's live broadcast room originally had a lot of online people, but He Chuanhan attracted him a lot, and it became a big hit all of a sudden. No. [-] on all platforms.

"God Xia, you are so popular!" He Chuanhan smiled softly, "How can you be so popular? Can you teach me?"

Xia Zhihong was speechless: "Did you do it on purpose? Asked knowingly! I almost got stuck just now!"

He Chuanhan's tone was aggrieved: "I'm obviously helping you, but now you are number one."

Although Xia Zhihong is a popular anchor of Xingwang and is still ranked first in the eighth district, after all, he has only been in the industry for a short time and is not as good as some veteran anchors. Getting first depends on luck.

Xia Zhihong's heart suddenly softened: "Okay...thank you."

"You're welcome, you can help me next time too." He Chuanhan immediately pushed forward.

Xia Zhihong smiled helplessly: "Help you."

He Chuanhan smiled lightly, and said to the audience in Xia Zhihong's live broadcast room: "Have you all heard that? Your God Xia promised to live broadcast with me in the future, so help me remember."

Xia Zhihong: "???" When did he promise to live broadcast with He Chuanhan in the future?

However, the audience in his live broadcast room happily swiped the barrage: "Remember! Looking forward to it!"

"Looking forward to the two-person live broadcast!"

"Damn! Summer God and Winter God teamed up for a live broadcast! They're invincible!"

Seeing the anticipation of the barrage, Xia Zhihong had no choice but to laugh dryly, quickly changed the subject, and dragged He Chuanhan into the arena.

Although Xia Zhihong verbally disliked the fact that it was too unchallenging to cooperate with He Chuanhan, he had to admit that playing with He Chuanhan was the most enjoyable. He didn't need to think about the rear problems, just leave everything to He Chuanhan , and every time He Chuanhan needs support, he can also find it in time and rush to help, and this point, the bullet screens have obviously also discovered it.

"Damn it! Winter God and Summer God cooperate too tacitly! I suspect they communicate with brainwaves!"

"I didn't see them communicate during the whole process, how could they know what the other party was thinking?"

"Is this the legendary telepathy? I have a bold idea..."

"I also have a bold idea, I'm sorry the double a's are really good!"

"If one of them is o, can they still cooperate so well? I want to say loudly, double a is great! Double a is great! Double a is true!"

Xia Zhihong took the time to glance at the barrage, and when he saw the barrage, he couldn't help but slander in his heart, no, he is already an o now, and he can still cooperate well with He Chuanhan.

...Wait, when did he accept the fact that he became o so calmly?

With his sluggishness, there was a gap in his movements, but He Chuanhan immediately stepped up and filled the gap.

"What kind of distraction? But it doesn't matter if you distract yourself, I will protect you."

Xia Zhihong suddenly awakened the alpha's self-esteem: "...you don't need to protect me, I can protect you!"

He Chuanhan immediately changed his words in a polite manner: "Okay, you will protect me."

The bullet screens were excited again: "I always feel that Winter God is very fond of Xia God, so can two A's be so fond of each other? It's over!"

"Love each other! Double as love each other! Go to the side of o or something!"

……

After the live broadcast, Xia Zhihong, who was about to go to sleep, hesitated for a moment, and glanced in the direction of the dormitory door. If He Chuanhan suddenly came to knock on the door at this moment, he would not be surprised if he insisted on staying overnight. ...

While brushing his teeth and washing his teeth, he waited, and from time to time glanced in the direction of the door from the corner of his eye, but there was no knock on the door until he actually went to bed.

Xia Zhihong climbed onto the bed inexplicably depressed, and hugged his beloved little quilt tightly.

Early the next morning, Xia Zhihong was woken up by a knock on the door. He got up in a daze, and when he realized someone was outside the door, he jumped off the bed and ran away before he could put on his shoes. He went to open the door, but when it opened, Han Jingke was standing outside with breakfast.

Xia Zhihong was taken aback for a moment: "Why are you here?"

Han Jingke saw Xia Zhihong's expression change from anticipation to disappointment with his own eyes, he bit his lips and asked, "Senior, who are you waiting for?"

Xia Zhihong: "...I'm not waiting for anyone, who can I wait for this early in the morning?"

Han Jingke looked down at Xia Zhihong's feet: "I don't even wear shoes, are you so impatient?"

Xia Zhihong was inexplicably guilty, but he still denied it flatly: "How is it possible! I just fell asleep early in the morning and forgot to put on my shoes!"

Han Jingke smiled helplessly: "Senior, you don't have to lie to me."

Xia Zhihong: "...I didn't lie to you."

Han Jingke sighed, and handed the breakfast in his hand to Xia Zhihong: "I just want to have the beginning and the end. This should be the last time I will deliver breakfast to the senior...I gave up on chasing after the senior."

Xia Zhihong touched his nose in embarrassment, wondering if he should take the breakfast in Han Jingke's hand: "Since you gave up, then breakfast is unnecessary..."

"At least give me a happy ending?" Han Jingke handed the breakfast to Xia Zhihong.

Xia Zhihong had no choice but to take the breakfast, and used a dry smile to cover up his guilty conscience and embarrassment: "Actually, you can give up in time, there are so many good alphas in this world... well, there are also many good omegas, why hang yourself on a tree with a crooked neck ? Maybe I can introduce you." In order to comfort Han Jingke, he even dissed himself.

Han Jingke smiled: "Senior, you don't have to be like this... I don't want to fall in love that much, but you, senior, do you really care about him so much?"

Xia Zhihong was expressionless: "Who do you care about? Who can I care about? Nothing."

Han Jingke looked skeptical about life: "Senior, don't you... like He Chuanhan?"

The corner of Xia Zhihong's mouth twitched: "Stop joking! How can I like him? Impossible."

Han Jingke took a deep look at Xia Zhihong, and then laughed: "That's fine... No wonder you've been single for so long, senior, but it's fine."

Xia Zhihong suspected that he had been implicated, but he had no evidence.

"Finally, can senior give me a hug?" Han Jingke suddenly smiled.

Xia Zhihong subconsciously refused: "This is not good..."

Han Jingke bit her lip and looked at Xia Zhihong pitifully: "This is my last request..."

Xia Zhihong suddenly softened again: "Okay, just give me a hug."

Han Jingke reached out and hugged Xia Zhihong into his arms. Xia Zhihong hesitated for a moment, and put his hand on Han Jingke's shoulder: "You will definitely find better ones in the future."

Han Jingke hugged him for a long time, then suddenly turned his head, his lips brushed Xia Zhihong's cheek, Xia Zhihong was stunned for a moment, subconsciously retreated, but Han Jingke hugged him tightly: "Senior, the last hug , can you not push me away so quickly?"

It should have just been careless just now, right?Xia Zhihong smiled helplessly: "Okay, I'll give you a few more seconds..."

A few seconds later, Han Jingke gently pushed Xia Zhihong away, and he smiled at Xia Zhihong with a meaningful smile.

Then Han Jingke turned and left.

Xia Zhihong didn't know what Han Jingke was laughing at, so he could only watch Han Jingke leave wonderingly, then went back to the dormitory to brush his teeth, wash his face and have breakfast.

Strange things happened——

In the next few days, Xia Zhihong didn't meet He Chuanhan much, except when he went to the Mecha Club for training, he basically never saw He Chuanhan in school.

Although the Imperial Military Academy is very large, and students from different departments might not even see each other for four years, Xia Zhihong still felt that something was obviously wrong. After all, He Chuanhan was so clingy to him before, but now he doesn't cling to him all of a sudden. The contrast is quite large.

...as if he was suddenly left out in the cold.

However, every time he went to the mech club for training, He Chuanhan's attitude was very normal, no different from usual. Xia Zhihong couldn't find any evidence that He Chuanhan had fallen for him. Not exported.

Otherwise, how would he ask He Chuanhan?Ask him why he didn't go to his dormitory to sleep on the bed recently?Ask him why he didn't go to their professional classes to rub their classes recently?Asking like this seemed to show how much he cared about He Chuanhan.

He Chuanhan had no choice but to hold back his depression in his heart. Soon, it was the final moment of the "God of War" finals——

The location of the finals is located in the eighth district headquarters of "God of War". Early this morning, when Xia Zhihong and his teammates assembled, he found that He Chuanhan was not there. : "Where's He Chuanhan?"

The twins of the Nan family looked at each other and replied one after another: "Young Master He has passed by first."

"Go and step on the spot."

Xia Zhihong was a little puzzled, they had already done this kind of thing yesterday, so why did He Chuanhan still go to the spot today?

"Then the four of us go there," Han Jingke said with a smile, "I don't think he wants to go with us."

Xia Zhihong subconsciously glanced at Han Jingke, and Han Jingke sighed: "I noticed that recently he was quite indifferent to us during training."

Xia Zhihong was in a daze for a moment: "Is that so?"

Nan Jinghao stood up to defend He Chuanhan: "Young Master He is a bit busy these days.

Han Jingke said indifferently: "But no matter how busy you are, you should focus on the game. Although it's just winning or losing in the game, the five of us have worked hard to get to the present. We can't be held back because of him alone, right?"

Nan Jingkai smiled to smooth things over: "Young Master He will never hold back."

Xia Zhihong sighed: "Go first, I'll ask him later."

On the one hand, he wanted to know if He Chuanhan was in a mood recently, and on the other hand, he also wanted to know...whether He Chuanhan was alienating him.

Han Jingke: "Let's ask after the game is over. If you quarrel, it will affect the mood of the game too much."

After thinking about it, Xia Zhihong also felt that it made sense. If he and He Chuanhan accidentally quarreled, the mood of the game would be bad for a while.

As for now... He Chuanhan should be able to suppress his emotions, right?

When a few people arrived at the competition venue, the stadium, which can accommodate 10 people, was already crowded with players and fans who came from all directions or even thousands of miles to watch the "God of War" finals.

Although Xia Zhihong had seen big scenes before, he was still a little shocked when he saw so many people in the gymnasium, especially when he saw many people shouting their names and holding up their ID cards. Banner posters, as if they had become some kind of big star.

When they walked backstage through the gymnasium, there was overwhelming screaming from all around: "Ah, it's Xia Shen!"

"God Xia, come on! We must win! No. [-] in the server!"

He also heard the shouts of the students of the Imperial Military Academy: "The Xia God cheated!"

The students of the Imperial Military Academy are all wearing school uniforms with a sense of collective honor. Xia Zhihong also saw An Beichen in the crowd. An Beichen gave him a thumbs up, and he also raised his hand Remotely returned a thumbs up.

After passing through the gymnasium, they came to the backstage and found their temporary lounge. He Chuanhan had already arrived, and was sitting on the sofa with his eyes closed to rest. When he saw them coming, he looked up.

Han Jingke happened to be walking beside Xia Zhihong, vaguely holding Xia Zhihong's arm. Seeing this, He Chuanhan's expression darkened, and he closed his eyes again.

Xia Zhihong couldn't help frowning, and took the initiative to say hello to He Chuanhan: "He Chuanhan, why didn't you wait for us this morning?"

He Chuanhan opened his eyes, and said lightly, "I want to come over early to feel the atmosphere of the scene."

"...It's not less than ten minutes away, right?" Xia Zhihong was inexplicably upset, "You came here so early, did you feel anything?"

Han Jingke seemed to sense the vague anger in Xia Zhihong's words, and quickly reached out and tugged at Xia Zhihong's sleeve. Xia Zhihong immediately closed his mouth and fell silent when he remembered that Han Jingke's quarrel would affect the mood of the game.

Seeing this, He Chuanhan closed his eyes expressionlessly.

Xia Zhihong was furious, but he didn't want to really quarrel with He Chuanhan, so he could only walk aside with his arms folded.

Han Jingke glanced at He Chuanhan, walked towards Xia Zhihong, pulled Xia Zhihong's sleeve and said softly: "No matter what, let's talk about it after the game is over."

Xia Zhihong nodded depressedly.

Although He Chuanhan had his eyes closed, his five senses were keen. Hearing the conversation between Han Jingke and Xia Zhihong, his expression turned colder.

At this moment, someone knocked on the door suddenly. The Nan family twins looked at each other and ran to open the door.

Ye Zhou walked in with his arms crossed, and when he saw He Chuanhan, he immediately raised his chin and said, "Today is the finals, let's decide the winner, He Chuanhan!"

He Chuanhan raised his eyes and gave Ye Zhou a cold look, but didn't speak.

"You have always won me since you were a child, so I have always disliked you," Ye Zhou didn't care, and instead hooked the corners of his lips, "But now I have let go of the past and looked forward, and it will be your turn from today onwards." Come and see that I am not pleasing to the eye."

He Chuanhan finally hooked the corners of his lips: "Okay, I'll wait."

Ye Zhou sneered, then turned around and walked out swaggeringly.

Looking at Ye Zhou's confident expression, Xia Zhihong felt inexplicably uneasy. He subconsciously looked at He Chuanhan, but He Chuanhan turned his head away after catching his sight, avoiding his sight .

Xia Zhihong's heart sank all of a sudden, he pursed his lips, and wanted to say something, but he didn't know what to say.

Time passed little by little, and soon, it was time to play. He Chuanhan finally stood up from the sofa. He looked around at the other four and said word by word: "We will definitely win this game."

Although Xia Zhihong's mood was still a little depressed, he calmed down inexplicably after listening to He Chuanhan's words.

"it is good!"

He raised his head to catch He Chuanhan's gaze. He Chuanhan paused this time and looked back at him.

The two looked at each other, and Han Jingke suddenly reminded, "It's time for us to go out."

He Chuanhan immediately looked back, turned and walked towards the door, Xia Zhihong paused, and followed.

The five people walked through the corridor and came to the stage. The moment they took the stage, fierce screams and applause erupted from the auditorium in all directions.

Photos of He Chuanhan, Xia Zhihong and others were shown in turn, detonating rounds of screams, especially He Chuanhan and Xia Zhihong, which was deafening.

"Damn! Fuck! So handsome! I thought their photos were all from P!"

"A real person actually looks like this! He's so handsome, my God! How could such a handsome man come to play games without making his debut?"

"Who said playing games is a fat house? Look at our winter gods and summer gods!"

……

Soon, the five of them took the stage, and Ye Zhou's team also started to take the stage. Compared with Xia Zhihong's screams, Ye Zhou's screams were also much louder, but their voices were more rough and powerful——

"Wen Xiaoxiao! Marry me!"

"The most beautiful anchor Wen Xiaoxiao!"

"Wen Xiaoxiao! Wen Xiaoxiao! God of War is the strongest!"

"God of War number one!"

As the "only" omega anchor on stage, Wen Xiaoxiao received unprecedented welcome as soon as she came on stage.

However, He Chuanhan curled his lips, smiled coldly, and then turned his head to look at Xia Zhihong next to him.

However, when Xia Zhihong turned his head as if feeling something, he turned back quickly and awkwardly.

Xia Zhihong couldn't help feeling depressed for a while.