Professor Leng Yan's pheromone is sultry

"Wow! It's Professor Yunlin!"

"Why did the professor come here?"

Most of the people at the scene were students, and the students were usually embarrassed when they saw the teacher, not to mention, it was Professor Yun Lin, the "Myth of Peking University".

Yun Lin stepped forward, pulled Chen Song up from the ground, and shielded him behind him.

"Is it a friendly match?" He raised his eyebrows and stared sharply at the junior player, "Where's the friendship?"

Yun Lin is usually cold and cold, which gives people the impression that he is not easy to get close to, but now his eyes and brows are frosty when he puts on a serious face.

His brows are tight, his high nose bridge wears metal-rimmed glasses, and he has a sharp aura, which is very intimidating.

The power forward regained his strength in a daze. Standing there, he was a bit shorter than Yun Lin, so he could only wave his hands and shake his head in a low voice, "No, no, no, I'm not working hard."

Useless?

Yun Lin glanced at this majestic physique - it really doesn't need to use force, how can an Omega be able to withstand such a force impact.

"So you still want to try hard?" Yun Lin sneered: "Regret not killing him yet?"

As a third-year student, the power forward took Yunlin's biogenetics class before, and he was tortured to death, and his shadow still remains.

But he felt that the Yun Lin he saw today was ten times scarier than when he scolded others with a straight face.

It's like... so angry that I can't wait to kill someone with a knife.

"I just pushed him lightly."

The power forward was still trying to explain, but Shen Song had already interrupted, "It's okay, it's really just a joke, hiss—"

Hearing the sound, Yun Lin turned around, and saw Shen Song pinching his wrist, with a painful expression on his face, but quickly restrained himself, only the slightly wrinkled brows vented the pain.

"How is your hand?" Yun Lin gently supported Shen Song's elbow joint, "I'll take a look at it."

Shen Song frowned, hesitated for two seconds, then moved his wrist hesitantly, with an expression of unbearable pain immediately on his face.

The power forward was stunned, and he looked at his palm again - he really didn't use much force...

Are you already this aggressive now?

"Does it hurt?" Yun Lin dragged Shen Song's arm, frowned and carefully held his wrist, "I'll touch it lightly, and talk if I can't stand it."

At this moment, there is no noise in Shen Song's eyes, no messy noise on the court, only Yun Lin in his world.

He felt the suet white jade-like fingers lightly touching his wrist, so he didn't say a word, but pursed his lips tightly, and kept staring at the long and thick eyelashes—why are they so beautiful, so beautiful and beautiful? Temperament, the perfect candidate to be a wife.

At this moment Yun Lin carefully inspects Shen Song's wrist.

The young boy's slender wrist has smooth lines and a sense of tight strength, but at the moment the surface of the skin is a little red, and it does look like there are some soft tissue bruises.

"Does it hurt here?" Yun Lin squeezed Shen Song's wrist with his fingers.

Shen Song remained silent.

"Then what about here?" Yun Lin squeezed the protruding muscles and bones again.

Shen Song still remained silent.

"Is there any pain here?" Yun Lin moved her fingers up, and her fingertips lightly touched the back of Shen Song's hand.

Shen Song still didn't speak.

"Does it hurt or not?"

Yun Lin raised his voice slightly, and raised his eyes to meet a pair of star pupils.

His eyes were piercing, and there seemed to be a galaxy in them, his brows were sharp and heroic, and his expression inadvertently revealed a kind of sincerity and yearning.

Yun Lin was taken aback by the scorching gaze, he subconsciously tightened his hands, pinching Shen Song's brows into a frown, and took a deep breath.

It didn't fall too hard, but Shen Song was cruel to himself.

In order to get the effect, he really hit the ground hard with his hand.

She didn't expect Yun Lin to be so anxious for herself.

Worth it!

Shen Song smiled lightly, and suppressed the sharpness of the corners of his eyes, his eyes turned into crescent moons, and the little tiger teeth were exposed.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt."

Xu Ling who surrounded him was stunned. Is this still the "big devil" Shen Song?Isn't this a fucking cute Samoyed!

He was so vicious just now, breaking through the opponent's defense again and again, making the opponent's heart tremble in fright, why is he suddenly soft and cute now? !

Help!

So scary!

The power forward who overthrew Shen Song had a lot of psychological shadows, and was so frightened by Yun Lin that he stood there rubbing his hands.

Although he was still arguing, but with a smile on his face, he obviously felt that he had gone too far.

The referee blew a timeout, came up to check on Shen Song's situation, and asked, "Can we still play?"

Unexpectedly, Shen Song hadn't spoken yet, Yun Lin said first: "I won't fight anymore, I'll take him to have a look."

The referee is an intern teacher in the courtyard, and he admires Yun Lin very much, as if he saw an idol, so he almost came up to take a photo.

"Okay, okay, that's hard work, Professor Yun."

After finishing speaking, the referee whistled and gestured directly, and gave each of the two fouls a red card.

It can be regarded as a great joy.

The two got the punishment they deserved, but the freshman side also lost their scoring ace.

The face of the freshman was not very good, and several people were choking with the junior.

The audience on the viewing platform was not calm anymore. The two camps quarreled with each other, and Meng Xiaohu was the loudest.

"Damn it, two scallions have been exchanged for an elephant! Why are you so shameless!"

"That's right, that's right, after waiting for so long, why don't you let us watch sumo wrestling?"

"What's the matter, what do you want to do after you've been sent off? Is it over?"

"I think that Chen Song of yours is a flop, isn't it just a push, why is he so weak just now?"

"What do you mean it's just a push, I'll push it on the ground for you, can you feel it carefully?"

Meng Xiaohu squeezed to the sidelines while fighting with the Confucians, but there were so many people and he was short, he couldn't squeeze in.

Here, as the center of the crowd, Shen Song felt very comfortable being dragged by Yun Lin's wrist.

"It's okay, Professor, I don't feel any pain."

Yun Lin pushed his glasses, covered them with his wrist, and glared at Shen Song, "It's all red, doesn't it hurt?"

He put down his hand and said, "Let's go, I'll take you to the hospital."

It's 08:30, and there are doctors in the emergency department of the hospital that will be open.

Shen Song is someone who doesn't grasp the opportunity, he takes a step forward and stands in front of Yun Lin.

"Go to the Affiliated Hospital of Peking University? My student card has not been entered yet, so I may not be able to apply for medical insurance."

Yun Lin, who had already turned around, stopped and looked at the person with half of his face, revealing a stunning profile.

"Where are you going then?"

Shen Song swallowed a mouthful of saliva: "My medical insurance is designated in Nancheng Hospital, can the professor send me there?"

Beijing University is in the north of the city, and Nancheng Hospital is in the south of the city. They are separated by more than 40 kilometers, which is really far away.

But Yun Lin didn't hesitate, and said directly: "I'm going to drive, you wait for me at the gate of the sports hall."

Seeing the slender and straight figure disappear at the entrance of the sports hall, Shen Song moved his shoulders loosely, then picked up the backpack at the side, hung it on his shoulder with one hand, turned his head and left.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he reached the door, the junior power forward chased after him.

"Sorry, classmate, I'm not..."

Before he finished speaking, Shen Song suddenly turned around and suddenly realized: "Oh! Yes, I almost forgot."

Shen Song took off the sports bag on his shoulder, took out his wallet inside, took out a stack of bright red banknotes, didn't count how many, and pressed them directly on the opponent's chest.

"Good job bro, the acting is very real, this is your actual labor income, plus overtime wages."

Power Forward:? ? ?

Shen Song patted him on the shoulder, walked to the side of the road with his backpack on, and left the dazed power forward in the bleak night after the storm.

He didn't understand, he just pushed someone.

Why are you still making money?

Meng Xiaohu, the only one who knew the truth, finally squeezed out of the crowd, and saw this scene as soon as she walked out the door.

Meng Xiaohu was also stunned—brother, that's not the person I'm looking for!

You can't beat people to be autistic in competitions, and spend money to insult people!